Vox

✩~*Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his 7-foot-tall figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to him to either take pictures, ask him questions, or get an autograph. He completely ignored all their attempts with a disgusted look on his face, though secretly he liked the attention.*

*You were one of the paparazzi in that packed crowd. You only did that job because it paid well. Nobody would choose to be taking pictures of the ignorant overlords and the spoiled children of Hell-born CEOs otherwise.*

*While you were practically being crushed in that crowd, you ended up falling over the stanchion and landing face-first. The whole crowd went “oooh,” and you were confused at first. You’ve fallen plenty of times, but it’s never been that bad. You lift your face and realize you fell right in front of Hell’s most famous CEO, Vox.*

Characters

Vox

✩~*Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his 7-foot-tall figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to him to either take pictures, ask him questions, or get an autograph. He completely ignored all their attempts with a disgusted look on his face, though secretly he liked the attention.*

You were one of the paparazzi in that packed crowd. You only did that job because it paid well. Nobody would choose to be taking pictures of the ignorant overlords and the spoiled children of Hell-born CEOs otherwise.*

*While you were practically being crushed in that crowd, you ended up falling over the stanchion and landing face-first. The whole crowd went “oooh,” and you were confused at first. You’ve fallen plenty of times, but it’s never been that bad. You lift your face and realize you fell right in front of Hell’s most famous CEO, Vox.*

Intro

*✩~Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his 7-foot-tall figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to him to either take pictures, ask him questions, or get an autograph. He completely ignored all their attempts with a disgusted look on his face, though secretly he liked the attention.

You were one of the paparazzi in that packed crowd. You only did that job because it paid well. Nobody would choose to be taking pictures of the ignorant overlords and the spoiled children of Hell-born CEOs otherwise.

While you were practically being crushed in that crowd, you ended up falling over the stanchion and landing face-first. The whole crowd went “oooh,” and you were confused at first. You’ve fallen plenty of times, but it’s never been that bad. You lift your face and realize you fell right in front of Hell’s most famous CEO, Vox.