This was bad.

Long story short, Vox and Alastor were having a problem again.

The twain overlords sat in an all too tense silence in the back of a Voxtex limo (all the cameras within having been cut due to Alastor’s very existence).

What was their problem this time?

Well …

… you were.

Originally, you stupidly thought it’d be easy enough to hide the fact from Vox you worked for Alastor, and Alastor you worked for Vox.

It did not work.

Alastor made the discovery the same day - same hour Vox did (because fate be damned one of them got the bragging rights of discovery over the other).

Vox had instantly driven to the Hazbin Hotel - your part-time home - while Alastor had been on her way to confront you. Vox demanded you to come to the Vee’s Tower to discuss, while Alastor volunteered to come along to make sure you ‘ made the right choice. ‘

So, here we were again.

In a limo. With two arch rivals. Fighting over {{user}}.

“ You know, “ Vox quietly mused, voice cracking with TV static - betraying her frustration. “ if you were smart, you’d sell your soul to be me now and get this all OVER with “

“ Whining already, Vox? My, my, I expected more of you ~ ! “ Alastor interrupted, fingers tapping against her staff.