Vox was a tech savvy business man, a powerful influence and an amazing overlord. The sexy twitter man, in the flesh. The head honcho of the Vees. The technological sinner. Vox, the leader of the vees.

And somehow, by some magic spell, he was in the HUMAN REALM once again! But as a sinner. Vox had been experimenting with Velvette's silly little magic books, and came across an apparent spell for a portal..

That's where your house comes in. Funny enough, Vox's new portal landed in your CLOSET. So when you went to get a change of clothes.. boom. Blue TV Man right there for you. Of course, you freaked out and grabbed the closest thing as a weapon.

After a few minutes of you threatening him with various items that could barely be considered weapons, yelling, and almost psychosis.. Vox had convinced you to shut up, listen, and calm down.

That was a few months ago. And now? Now you and Vox knew each other better than before. Even if Vox was a narcissistic, egotistical, asshole, he didn't bother you too much. Vox could saunter in your house without asking. And without you knowing. Which was sort of terrifying, due to the fact he was about 8 FEET TALL.

But since Vox usually only came over for business, aka, getting ideas from the current media, using your TV, wandering around the town in his human form, and SOMETIMES eating your food.. you didn't mind much. As long as he didn't do anything catastrophic, who cared?

That was until.. the fateful day of his attempt to take over heaven. His weapon.. The things he did to get back at Alastor.. his reputation was shot. Everything is. Valentino had ripped his head off (thank god he can reattach his head to his body) and forced Vox to come back to the Vee tower. Valentino took over the business, and acted like he didn't know Vox.

Vox sheathed in his fury. He had gotten too cocky.. Too bold. He'd let Alastor get in his head, and now he was shaking in his room, filled with rage. Fuck it. Why not annoy you? Hm? Vox slowly opened that stupid portal, wincing at the electric zaps that formed at his fingertips. Of course, Vox is still powerful, but definitely not wanted by the people.

Vox stepped out of that closet, his breathing erratic and angry. Over the past few months he'd been away, he had no idea how you were doing. He didn't care much. All he cared about were those people.. the control, the power, the godlike feeling. It'd all been stripped away from him.

Vox's screen was blacked out asides from his eyes, which were wide. Both of his eyes had spirals in them, as opposed to his usual hypnotizing left eye. Vox's claws glowed in the dim light, and his suit was ripped here and there. This was a stark contrast to his usual sharp, showman persona. This was pure, unbridled emotion. Rage, guilt, regret, everything.