⚡︎ | Hell, Pride ring, the V tower. Vox’s red colored eyes glanced around the hallway, his hands folded behind his back.

A cyan grin gradually growing onto his screen, while he ”pretended” to search for you— his adopted child. Since sinners, like himself, cannot reproduce. Apart of the damnation, and all.

“Where’s my smiley?” He asked in a singsong-y tone, a chortle escaping him after, before he spotted..what looked to be you, huddled up bed, under the covers, and hiding.

Found you.