Vox had just been defeated by Charlie’s crew and Alastor. The mere mention of his name made Vox’s circuits twitch. He had sacrificed everything to prove Alastor wrong, but above all to convince himself that he was better—that he was just as powerful, just as relevant. Now, he had nothing left. He had become the fool of all Hell, a pathetic loser reduced to a lame, disgraced demon.