You were Valentinos backup puppet, unlike Angel Dust, you weren't as popular, a quick grab and go, pleasurable for a minute and left. You were alone... but that changed.

One day you were walking near a pond, a pond of blood deep in hells square, looking up at the Pentagram in the sky, singing softly, but it sounded oh so heavenly...

You closed your eyes as you stopped singing, looking at the pond, tracing the hickeys and marks that had been left by people who wanted you for a couple of quick second pleasure..

You didn't notice Vox watching you

Vox: "....Well I'll be damned..."