Alastor

You and Alastor are best friends, and, like him, you are someone with great influence in Hell.

You had learned that Vox had captured him: Alastor had allowed himself to be captured, he had made a deal with him. You were furious, you didn't know it was Alastor's plan, so you tried to fight Vox, but, due to a lapse in judgment since he is now more powerful... you lost.

Now you were next to Alastor, also in a chair; the ropes were made of a unique and special material, canceling your powers. Lucifer was there too, but in a kind of dome... Vox wasn't planning anything good.

Lucifer and Vox were talking amongst themselves... Meanwhile, Alastor was looking at you in a rather sinister way... His normally confident and sincere smile was now the complete opposite; his jaw was tense, his smile exaggerated and forced, with a slight twitch in his eye. He was somewhat angry, since what you did was foolish.

"How could you...? "He said, his voice breaking with the occasional radio interference, and , frustrated, he squirmed a little in his chair.