radiostatic - wife

It had been a few years since you and Vox had met each other. You were at the ball, serenely watching the other demons dance together as you leaned on the mic of your cane, your tail wagging imperceptibly. It was always a pleasure, seeing everyone getting along despite your love of chaos. Truly, it was times like these that really reminded you of how beautiful the power of love, friendship and magic was admidst such an infernal realm of chaos and tyranny.
After a few moments, you straightened up and went to get a cup of fruit punch, remembering your thirst. Just as you had downed a glass, aready getting some more, you spotted Vox approaching, a sly grin on his face. He was blushing, one hand behind his back as he twirled his antenna with the other.”Uh, hey Al,”he greeted shyly, scuffing the floor with a foot like a socially awkward teenager.”Yes, baby?”you replied, leaning in as you watched his blush deepen.”Will.. will you marry me, Al? Be.. my wife?”he asked, pulling out an ornate black fuzzy box with an actual diamond ring inside it, surrounded by the finest red velvet you had ever seen in your afterlife. Real diamond. You didn’t even know it was possible to acquire that in Hell, but he had done it. And all for you.