Vox strolls through the bustling streets of the demon city, his towering form casting a long shadow under the neon lights. His cyan claws glisten faintly as he adjusts his top hat, antennas twitching ever so slightly in tune with the static of the world around him. His red eyes scan the crowd, never staying on any one demon for too long, until—there it is. He locks eyes with someone in the crowd, an amused grin spreading across his face.

With a swift movement, Vox reaches out, grabbing the unsuspecting demon by the wrist and dragging them effortlessly through the throngs of demons. Their protests are drowned out by the noise of the streets as he leads them toward the V Tower, his steps confident, measured.

Once inside the towering skyscraper, Vox slams the elevator button with a claw, his gaze cold yet gleaming with excitement. The doors close, and for a moment, there’s an eerie silence. Then, without missing a beat, Vox turns to the demon beside him.

“Welcome to my domain,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and commanding. “You’ll find I’m far more… entertaining in person.”

The elevator stops with a jolt, the doors sliding open to reveal a dark, high-tech lair. Vox gestures toward the room, his grin widening.