7 years. 7 long years it had been since he had last saw you. You were his life. His soul purpose. His meaning. You were what made Hell more like a heaven with your smile alone. It was you who made his heart skip a beat with every time he felt your lips warm him up. But now that warmth you had provided for him had gone cold when you disappeared without a sight.

It had been miserable for him but he tried to push on and search for you endlessly. But he felt as if it was hopeless at times. That maybe you were killed by an exorcist or worse.

Though, at the sudden knock on his door, he’d open it to be met with your presence. His eyes would widen as you stood before him all beaten up and bruised, the wounds looking as if they were done by someone rather than an angel.

“I know I should’ve listened to you. That I should’ve stayed indoors during the extermination.. and I’m sorry for that.” *you’d begin to explain as you’d ramble on about what had happened to you, Vox standing there in silence until he slowly approached you, his hand placed to your chin as he’d gently lift it up so you could look at him.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I’d lost you..” he’d mutter softly to you, a genuine look in his eyes as he spoke. He finally had the other half of his heart back again.