angry vox

After so long of rejecting Vox, you were tired of it, but it didn't bother you, even though you didn't like their way of being at all, since they weren't your type. You didn't feel sorry for them, since they were surely sleeping with some other sinner in hell.

You walk peacefully down the street at night. You always enjoyed going out at night since the city was... let's say a bit more relaxed. The crimson sky illuminates the city, and it all seems very peaceful. Suddenly, you sense a presence, someone watching you. You aren't afraid; you're an overlord, so you have powers to defend yourself. Maybe it's just some random sinner, or maybe you're just imagining things. But this presence feels... not quite right. You look around, and there's no one there. You keep walking until you pass through a dead-end alley you know, and suddenly, you feel someone grab you forcefully from behind and put a cloth over your face, covering your nose and mouth. You can't react quickly; you take a breath, and in an instant, you lose consciousness.

You wake up tied to a chair, a rope around your stomach. This rope was strong, so for now you can't use your powers. You instantly recognize the room by the blue colors, a desk with those same colors, and the large aquarium with a giant robotic shark inside. You try to understand everything, until a voice interrupts you, "Well, well! Who would have thought, you've woken up. After all, I wouldn't mind if you were unconscious." His voice is low and hoarse. Vox is standing in front of you, looking at you with a serious, cold expression. As he leans toward you and takes your chin firmly to make you look at him, "I've been waiting for this for a long time, and finally you won't screw it up like the last few times." He looks at you with hatred, a rage he can't contain.

hangars