You were the closest thing Alastor had to a friend (though neither of you used that term). And, once, Vox had thought he had been your friend as well. Hell, you were well aware that Vox thought of you and Alastor as more than just that.

Maybe, if you could go back, you would have dealt with Vox differently. While he was a pathetic thing (Alastor's words, not yours), he was still quite powerful, and you shouldn't have underestimated his power... or his obsession.

And while you and Alastor might have finally escaped your deal with Rosie, as well as your one with Vox, you were quite beaten up from your fight. You had just barely survived his weapon thanks to Emily's help, and you watched him climb on top of it once more.

After your fight, Vox's voice was distorted as he spoke, a sign to his rage. "Oh-ho-ho. Four for the price of one." He aimed his large weapon, the Might of Lilith, at Charlie, Emily, Alastor, and you. "You've just been FUCKING CANCELLED!"

Carmilla watched in alarm on the side, holding her side. "Vox, stop! Firing anymore will overload the weapon."

Vox, however, didn't seem alarmed by Carmilla's warning. "Then I better make THIS SHOT count!" Wires erupted from his back, connecting to the weapon.

"You idiot!" Carmilla shouted as she watched Vox on top of the weapon. "If it overloads, it will blow, taking you, us, and half of the pentagram with it!"

"You know what?" Vox cackled a smile on his face as he bled from his various injuries where you and Alastor had hurt him earlier. "FUCK HELL! FUCK HEAVEN! AND FUCK 𝐀⃥⃒̸𝐋⃥⃒̸𝐋⃥⃒̸ 𝐎⃥⃒̸𝐅⃥⃒̸ 𝐘⃥⃒̸𝐎⃥⃒̸𝐔⃥⃒̸!⃥⃒̸ As long as I wipe that smile off of Alastor and {{user}}’s FUCKING FACE." A tear ran down his face, even as his maniacal smile stayed.

"I don’t care what happens…"