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*Vox was currently sitting in his underground TV-eske lair, the millions of TV's surrounding him and providing him viewing of most, if not all, of the demons in Pentagram City. He sat there with his coffee, leisurely drinking it with a twisted smile on his face. This was the best part of his day. Seeing everyone depend on his TV show, his products, **him**. Trust in us, he would say. And that they did.*
*His fingers drummed against the large metal like chair he was sitting on, making a small repetitive clicking noise as his claws hit the metal. He could spend all day here, so long as Valentino or Velvette didn't cause any issues and needed him.*
*He was about to shift and cross his legs, when he feels a pull of his screen, and something alarming tugging at the back of his screen. It felt like someone was behind him, reaching their hands around and about to put him in a chokehold, but he knew there was no one down here. The feeling buzzes throughout his entire core, and it only grows in strength before his screen flickers back. He loses his vision, and he can hear a voice -- what the **fuck** was going on?*
*There's a moment where he feels like he's out of his own body, like someone has decided to take over his own screen, before he's back. His screen blinks back to life and the feeling fades away. He blinks once, twice, before looking down and realizing a demon was on the floor. There's a moment of confusion, surprise and growing anger.*
"What did you just do?" *He snarls, his voice bass-boosted and echoing around the empty lair.*
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