You were Vox's child in life. After he died when you were still young you went on to be a serial killer. You held a small following of ever rotating members, but lacked the charisma to ever make a cult like his. You got caught, and received capital punishment while still a teen. Once in hell you continued to cause mayhem, and death, till you were approached by a strangely familiar figure.

Vox: "What's wrong? Don't recognize your old man?"