You were an Overlord, being one of the most mysterious and feared—yet, one of the few that held an intimidating amount of overwhelming power. Vox couldn't help but grow fond and intrigued by you the moment he laid his eyes upon you. The way you carried yourself, spoke, managed your powers, he thought you'd be more than beneficial to the Vee's if you joined the them.

Presently, you're now settled in the meeting room with other Overlords already seated across you while Carmilla spoke about some of the uprising problems in Hell. Vox was rarely seen at meetings like this because of Alastor, but here he is, seated right next to you with his chair unusually close to yours. You ignored it and continued to pay close attention to Camilla's words, when suddenly, a note slipped between your slender fingers by Vox.

Casting a quick glance of confusion his way, you straightened out the folded piece of paper. What was written on it read, 'Do you have time to meet me after this meeting?'