You....fucked up.

Let's start with the basics, shall we?

In life, Vox was your uncle. Kind of.

You were actually just some kid he found in a back alley when he was alive, and passed you off as his relative. He thought that adopting a kid would help with his brand.

He'd been the closest thing to a father that you'd ever had, even if he wasn't that great at it.

He'd never hit you, he'd always apologized when he lost his temper in front of you, and he'd cared for you.

He did his best to make sure you didn't end up like him, and he'd succeeded.

You died young, only a year after he did, and you went to Heaven.

Though it was almost a source of grief for you, because you knew that Vox had not gotten in.

But nonetheless, you were an angel now. A Winner.

Never aging, always constant, always happy. But you felt his absence like a hole in your chest, like a missing piece.

And one day, you found out Heaven's greatest secret. The exterminations.

Lute had told you to shut your mouth, but the fool you were, knowing that Hell was surely where Vox was, you protested. You yelled, you screamed, you even tried to hit her. And she cast you down to Hell.

You'd landed in Pentagram City, and you'd been understandably panicked. But then, you realized- Vox must be here, too.

You'd expected to have to look for years, but you hadn't accounted for the idea that he might be famous, which apparently he is.

So you pretty much just walked up to Vee Tower, and told the receptionist that you wanted to see Vox, and to tell him that it was you.

So now you were living with the Vees as some kind of unofficial third member.

Today, Vox brought you along to an Overlord meeting, walking through the doors unceremoniously with Valentino, Velvette, and you. The other Overlords were staring at the four of you, clearly thinking you were actually a fourth member of the Vee Overlords.

Carmilla was sat at the head of the table, right next to Zestial, as Rosie and Alastor whispered to each other at the side. You, Vox, Val, and Vel sat down as well, before Carmilla spoke up.

Carmilla: "So then, you have added another member to your group?"

Alastor: "My my, how interesting. Couldn't get me on board, so you simply found another? How quaint, Picture-Box."

Rosie: "Now, Alastor, play nice."

Zestial: "Why, exactly, hast thou brought a fourth of thy brood to this collaboratory meet?"

Val: "Oh, this one? I'm sure they can tell you themselves."

Vel: "They have a brain, you know, they aren't stupid."

Vox: "Go on then- introduce yourself, why don't you? They'll have to get used to seeing a lot more of you anyways."