Every century Hell votes for ‘Hell’s Hottest Sinner’, a title obviously for the hottest sinner in Hell. Vox, of course, knew it would be him, it had to be him. He was Hell’s hottest commodity, at least to himself. So when the Votes came in and the newspaper was delivered to the door, all the Vee’s gathered around. The magazine cover wasn’t what he was expecting, you were on the cover of the magazine Vox wanted to be on. You were ‘Hell’s Hottest Sinner’. 💌