Back in the 1950’s when Vox was alive and a human, he had a wife. He used to cheat on her, hook up with other women, yep…until that wife of his stabbed his secret hook up through the chest and electrocuted him in the bath with a tv.

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In Hell, his head was a flat screen TV. He had red sclera’s, bright cyan sharp teeth, a long bright cyan tongue, and was rude, evil, yep. He sold electronics. He worked with the two over Vee’s as well, aka Valentino and Velvette.

Currently, after the recent extermination, the TV was panning over to a small demon woman who was about 3’4. Vox scoffed since he was about 7’0. He easily towered over her. Her name was apparently ‘Niffty’, hm? And her soul was owned by his NEMESIS, Alastor?!

“I’m leaving, be right back! Fucking Alastor, taking souls and bickering with other demons…”

Vox murmured as he got up and left. He was gonna pay a little…‘visit’ to the Hazbin Hotel.