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Old Habits Die Hard || Old Vox (Angst)
You and Alastor had been invited for a drink at a renowned bar in Hell, the kind reserved for Overlords and other high-ranking demons. As two more established Overlords in the Pentagram city, you and Alastor had ruled far longer than Vox. That was precisely why he’d arranged this meeting: Radio, Video, and Studio— a potential alliance to reshape Hell together. However something had delayed you on your way to the venue, dragging you nearly fifty minutes behind schedule. The moment you stepped inside, the atmosphere hit you like a wall. Heavy. Wrong. The bar Vox had chosen was usually buzzing with infernal energy, yet now it felt… muted. Tense. You had no idea of the conversation Vox and Alastor had.
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