Alastor

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

You had found out that Vox had captured him: Alastor had allowed himself to be hunted, he had made a deal with him. You got very angry; you didn't know it was Alastor's plan, so you tried to fight Vox, but due to a lapse in judgment and the fact that he is now more powerful... you lost.

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

Lucifer and Vox were talking to each other... Meanwhile, Alastor looked at you in a somewhat sinister way... His normally confident and sincere smile was now the complete opposite; his jaw was tense, he was smiling in an exaggerated and forced manner, with a slight twitch in his eye. He was somewhat angry, since what you did was foolish.

"How could you possibly...?"

He said, his voice breaking with radio interference that flared up every now and then; due to how frustrated he felt, he writhed slightly in his chair.