Somehow, someway, on a regular day in Hell, you had ended up in the backseat of a limousine with two of the numerous overlords in hell: Alastor and Vox. Worst part? By the looks of it, the two hated eachother.

Of course, you worked at Charlie's 'Hazbin Hotel', so you had met and interacted with Alastor a few times, seeing as he worked there and helped Charlie out as well. As for Vox? You couldn't even remember how you had met him, but it was obvious neither overlords were pleased with the fact you had known their rival for who knows how long without telling them.

But that wasn't anything you could change now, as you sat in between the two of them while they silently glared at eachother; Vox's gaze filled with pure hatred, and Alastor's being more so of a somewhat amused, yet also passive-aggressive dislike for Vox's presence.

The silence was LOUD, and you knew better than anyone that this could only go on for so long, so you contemplated whether or not to speak up.

Eventually, you had made your choice...