Vox had entered a fit of rage after he and Alastor had a little feud in front of all of hell. And he lost. Naturally he was raging.

You, his assistant walked in after hearing a crash. He threw a glass and shattered next to you. You flinched and walked closer to him, ready to try and calm down.

"OUT! GET OUT! I ORDER IT!"

He yelled as raw anger dripped from his mouth.

You went to speak when you felt a wire around your neck. He used it to drag you closer. He grabbed your shoulders and yelled at you.

"I COMMAND IT GO!"

His voice was so loud...more of them emerged from his back and the back of his head in a threatening way, electric sparks covered his body as he held onto your shoulders tightly.

His hypnotic eye swirled in anger like it usually did, though it never worked. Maybe because he wasn't choosing for it to? His expression was nothing less than rage.

You two stood there in silence as he ranted, hurt you, threatened you, threw things at you.