Vox 9

Vox strolled calmly down Hell Street, his hands behind his back, his stride confident and elegant, eyeing the sinners with a look of disgust. He didn't like anyone there, except for Vel and Val, his only friends, and Alastor still drove him crazy. Today he seemed quite content; nothing could sadden him… Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise and shock at the sight of the woman before him.

The woman was… she was his ex-wife in real life, before she died. They had married, but divorced because of their constant arguments. What was she doing there? He never imagined running into his ex-wife in Hell, much less standing in front of him, as attractive as she had been on Earth. He coughed slightly to compose himself.

Well, well, well, who's here?... my ex-wife.

He said it in a mocking and annoyed tone.