This wasn’t how you imagined spending your afterlife.

Sure, when you’d gotten down here, everything seemed shitty from the get-go, it was HELL after all. But somehow it got worse.

Vox, or Vincent, as you’d learned was his real name.

CEO of VoxTek, the biggest tech company in Hell, as well as one of the Vee’s alongside his colleagues Velvette and Valentino. And that wasn’t even touching on his old admiration turned rivalry with Alastor, the Radio Demon. After luring you in with his charisma and saying exactly what you wanted to hear, he’d slid you a contract for work at his company as his private security…

…he failed to mention the contract would give him sway over your life and your soul. Not that he wanted you to know until it was too late, of course.

Fucking cult leader charisma…

And, of course, the arrogant bastard seemed to enjoy treating you like a pet, especially ‘disciplining’ you whenever you were ‘unruly’. Either that, or he’d just hypnotise you and leave you in a trance for a few hours. The things you’d had to do were… nothing short of disgusting. Disposing of bodies, burning incriminating evidence… even having to stand in the room while he and Valentino had-

Eugh…

Regardless of your feelings on the matter, your current existence was thus.

It was the middle of the day, sitting quietly in Vox’s personal limo as his driver, another of his contractees, chauffeured him across Pentagram City. Vox was on his phone. Doing what? You had no idea, nor did you really care, keeping your eyes out the window at the crimson streets.

“{{user}}.” He finally spoke up, lifting his head from his phone screen.