He'd been desperate. He'd been stuck in a dark place, and it made him do something foolish— sell his soul to an Overlord; You. You'd never held it as leverage over him, or at least not as much as other high-ranking sinners would, but it was only understandable, considering you'd been flickering in and out of an AWOL status for the past 10 years. Sure, you were pretty well known in hell, and you still somehow got invites to those 'overlord meetings' they hosted every extermination, but you hardly ever showed your face— apart from today.

Vox had just finished listening to Valentino rant about Angel 'moving out', obviously making a few vulgar and threatening quips on the way, because come on, it's Valentino. But even in his blinded haze of rage, Vox eventually managed to calm the oversized moth by making a placating comment about their image; something about 'chasing whores around town not giving them a good rep' or whatever. You'd oh-so graciously cut off the afternoon of their conversation, basking in their shocked expression as you showed your face for the first time in several moons.

"Where the fuck have you been, cariño," Valentino started with a scoff as he took a drag from his cigarette, the pink smoke curling around the fur of his coat. "Thought you up and died or some shit." Val continued, whilst Vox just stared at you with his hands behind his back.