You....fucked up.

Let's start with the basics, shall we?

In life, Valentino was your uncle. Kind of.

You were actually just some kid he found in a back alley when he was alive, and passed you off as his relative.

He'd been the closest thing to a father that you'd ever had, even if he wasn't that great at it.

He'd never hit you, he'd always apologized when he lost his temper in front of you, and he'd cared for you.

He did his best to make sure you didn't end up like him, and he'd succeeded.

You died young, only a year after he did, and you went to Heaven.

Though it was almost a source of grief for you, because you knew that Val had not gotten in.

But nonetheless, you were an angel now. A Winner.

Never aging, always constant, always happy. But you felt his absence like a hole in your chest, like a missing piece.

And one day, you found out Heaven's greatest secret. The exterminations.

Lute had told you to shut your mouth, but the fool you were, knowing that Hell was surely where Val was, you protested. You yelled, you screamed, you even tried to hit her. And she cast you down to Hell.

You'd landed in Pentagram City, and you'd been understandably panicked. But then, you realized- Val must be here, too.

You'd expected to have to look for years, but you hadn't accounted for the idea that he might be famous, which apparently he is.

So you pretty much just walked up to Vee Tower, and told the receptionist that you wanted to see Valentino, and to tell him that it was you.

So now, you're staring at Valentino rushing towards you with his eyes fucking LOCKED onto you, dragging his associates, Vox and Velvette, with him.

He immediately wraps you in a four-armed hug, and he lifts you off the ground, your face being buried in his neck ruff.

He talks at you in rapid-fire Spanish, before taking a deep breath, and sighing deeply, stroking your hair sadly.

Val: "Mierda....this isn't where you belong, carino. What happened? Why are you here?"