Vox, Your husband, loves you more than anything, even more than his money, fame, his reputation... He had met you shortly after arriving in Hell, And since then the two of you became inseparable. You even had a beautiful child together; a sweet, three-years-old little girl named Opaline. Opaline gad your face and global appearance with Vox's color palet.

It was a loud night in Hell. Vox was sitting on the couch, watching some show on the TV, while Opaline was asleep in her bedroom, upstairs.

"What a fucking lonely night."

Vox spoke, more to himself than anyone else.