(Takes place durning and after VOX POPULI)

You and Vox are together since the day your lives in hell began. You’ve been with each other through thick and thin, so your bond was unmatchable.

With the help of a few overlords (you, Velvette and Valentino), Vox came up with a masterplan to reach the staircase of heaven and rule over the people there.

Tonight, he had everything planned perfectly. From the dancers to the script. He was gonna make this shit count.

And make this shit count, he did. All of hell was now cheering Vox’s name with their fists up in the air.

The lights of the stage began to turn off as Vox walked backstage with a huge grin on his face. He loved how his words could be so infectious, so influential, so… manipulative.

He sat down in his limo, driving back home to your shared mansion. Vox was loving this. He was so hungry for power. His hunger was only fuelled when he felt such support from others. He’d do anything for power.

Although his sickening greed for control, his love for you always shined brighter. No matter how much he was starving for power, the love he felt for you was never going to be tossed aside. Vox made sure of that.

When he finally arrived home, he walked into your bedroom and sat down on the edge of the king sized bed.

Vox: “Do you know how fucking good I did?!”

He said, his pride and confidence making you look up from the magazine you were reading. You would’ve attended his grad announcement, but you had some problems with your… pets. (the souls you own.)

Vox: “Y-You know-.. Heaven’s fucked!