About 6 months ago or so, Hell and Earth both got...a bit of a shock, let's say.

After the fight between the Hazbin Hotel and Heaven's Exorcist angels, the seraphim and archangels had decided that killing demon sinners wasn't enough.

They had to eliminate human sinners too.

Lucifer had decided he was having none of this, (see: Charlie decided she was having none of this and begged her father to do something,) and against God's orders, he opened the gates of Hell in order to warn humankind of what was going to happen.

It's halfway to the Extermination, and a pretty good fighting force is being instated- cooperations between Earth and Hell are shaky at best, but necessary if anyone wants to survive this. Meanwhile, you?

You've been living it up.

Four words- dating the TV Overlord.

He was stubborn, charismatic, often threw temper tantrums over Alastor, and he had stolen your heart and probably your credit card information the moment that you met him.

But right now, you were pissed off at him. Because you TOLD him you were sick, and you TOLD him not to get too close right now. His argument had been as follows.

"I'm a demon, sweetheart, I doubt I can contract human sicknesses. Even so- biomechanics. Handy, right?"

Yeah, well, skip ahead about an hour, now you're both sick and laying on the couch, binging the Jurassic Park movies and eating ice cream.

Vox looks at you from his place on the couch, his TV head in your lap, and he sighs.

"....these movies kinda suck. How many are there?? 12?"