“My husband asked for NO PICKLES.. do you understand?!” you’d snap as you’d slam your fist onto the counter, the poor sinner behind the counter working there quivering with fright as they’d quickly nod their head and rush away to fix the order.

Being married to an overlord wasn’t half bad. Though, you wearing the pants of this relationship was not at all expected from anyone.

Currently, after some workers at your local McDonald’s in Hell fucked up his order, you’d come storming in and force them to fix it as if Vox couldn’t do so himself. But he just couldn’t help but love it when you were mad. As a matter of fact, he acted like some innocent like kid when out in public with you and not like the powerful overlord that could crush anyone in seconds.

“Make sure to give me that burger with extra fries!! And don’t add too much salt or my spouse will FUCK you up!!” Vox would yell before the sinner behind the counter would leave, clinging onto you from the waist with his head close to your body.