#electiccapitalist

[metaladam]

*waxes adam's balls*

" GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MOTHER FUCK STICK ON A FUCKITY FUCK BUG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

[metaladam]

@electriccapitalist: something important of note is the inclusion of Emily and now also Pentious in heaven. I believe part of the moral of hh is that there's good and bad people everywhere. Cause Sera is framed as explicitly in the wrong and corrupted while Lucifer is framed more favourly even when he loses control. Emily and Charlie are parallels of each other and my guess is that they'll end up running heaven and hell respectively on more peaceful terms. a new gen to fix the scars of old. there might be some bloodshed on both sides and chaos before that though. I fear Lucifer sacrificing himself to save Charlie as his fears of heaven going after her to get to him seem very possible. especially now with Lute being a woman scorned with nothing to lose. but yeah I think people keep forgetting Emily when taking heaven into consideration. We know that there's good people in heaven on hell's side. in both, some people are redeemable and some arent.

Yeah I picked up on that sentiment to. Hazbin Hotel feels a lot like a metaphor to millennials and zommers becoming more aware of the sins of their forefathers in regards to the West. Or even broader, a group with certain privileges interacting with an oppressed group. With both the oppressed and the privileged being filled with good and evil individuals. With the good within the privileged group becoming disgusted by the system that nurtured them and wanting to uplift the oppressed, and the oppressed fighting for what they love against their oppressors and their more self serving peers.

[metaladam]

@electriccapitalist: "On his knees huh? That subconscious is a bitch ain't it."

" 100% bro. I've seen the way he looks at me, went after Lilith and Eve cause its as close he is ever gonna get to tasting this dick."

[metaladam]

@electriccapitalist: "Don't you scream and say shit all the time, mister cuck master."

" Isn't your mom a hoe?"

[metaladam]

" GAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The axe found its mark, a flicker of powerful electricity flashed, a fusion of gold and cyan and blood flew everywhere. Vox's head went flying into the air, smacking a nearby wall as the rest of his body was thrown to the floor by the blow that severed it from the screen. The smell of spilled blood and the remnants of an electrical fire filled the room.

Adam would look at the dead overlord, squinting with irritation and begrudging respect. Rubbing the bullet wounds he remembered he'd need to get that looked at. While he was large and covered in armor it was never good to let a wound fester.

He breathed heavily, heart thumping as it always did. Barking orders at his girls as he made his way to the portal to get medical attention.

" Takes pictures of that fuck and send it to his pals, then string him up over the Hazbin Hotel. Let them all see what happens when you fuck with me and stir shit up here."

He tumbles back and collides with the wall. Leaving a dark red streak as he slides to the floor. The hand that's still functional reaches up and grasps blindly at his chest, feeling the hot wetness of blood and the give of severed meat.

Even with half his face gone and ruined with errors he continues to weep. Who can blame him? To fight that hard, to sacrifice and do so much as he had only to have it snatched away into nothing. Yeah maybe sinners deserved nothing but his time in hell was the closest he'd ever had to actually being happy. And it wasn't because of the power or the money. He wasn't cut out for earth or heaven, could you blame the guy for trying to make his best case scenario in hell?

But that proves Adam's theory right doesn't it. Hell was supposed to be about torture and suffering. Not for lost souls like himself to find their kindred spirits.

He'd tried. He really did. For himself and to protect his own. That had to count for something. ... Right?

Vox laughs. A glitched mess of broken sound. A part of him is more upset about the fact that it's Adam killing him and not Alastor, than the inevitable fact he's dying. It was supposed to be Al. It was always supposed to end with the two of them. He would have been at peace with that. This though just leaves him bitter and mournful. Maybe Val and Vel can survive, maybe he bought them enough time. Maybe it wasn't a complete waste.

Shutting off his screen so he doesn't see the blade coming. Head leaned back. Some part of him still defiant. In a voice that's broken with distortion he prays. Like the nuns and clergy men taught him back when he was in line to join their ranks. Like he remembers even now after a lifetime devoid of faith taken from him after witnessing the horrors of man.

"My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name. My God have mercy."

Not for him, but for the rest of hell.

Amen.

[metaladam]

The archangel has taken a bullet to the face, his helmet damaged by the impact. How in the fuck did so many demons end up with these kind of weapons? He knew that Carmine chick had a monopoly on them but how? Where was she getting those things? What kind of bullshit was going on under his radar? No doubt he'd learn soon enough.

The angel would pull the axe forward, ripping it free of the sinner's chest. Vox had been crafty, he'd even damaged him and his armor a bit. Adam felt a mixture of shame and new found affection for the sinner, not the kind of affection that inclined him toward mercy, far from it. It was one that existed between men on opposing sides for millennia. Respect and a appreciation for one's willingness to fight for everything against the odds. It was all they could do in the face of the pain and dangers of this world.

Adam Would look at the broken sinner before him. Gripping the axe in his hand he'd raise it over the sinner, its shadow covering the other as death and perpetual absence hung over him, the jaws of Oblivion beckoning him toward the door of night.

" Now's the time for your last words, Vox nihilo."

And then he brought the axe down once again.

It's a strange sort of dance. Dodging and weaving. Aiming and firing when he could. But there's only so much in a clip. He throws the first empty machine gun at Adam just to watch it be cut to pieces.

For all his bravado his panic and hysteria swells. The click on the trigger like a wash of tangible failure. That hesitation as reality sunk in enough to make him stumble. Being physical for a second too long. He raises the last firearm out of instinct and with a solid swing of heaven's axe it slices clean through the metal.

Straight through part of Vox's head to bury itself deep into his shoulder further down into his chest.

He shrieks.

Screams like a banshee. The painful howl of a man that had forgotten what angelic steel actually felt like and the unnatural screech of a machine failing to function. Shrill and piercing.

He sags under the weight of the great weapon. Rich crimson blood splashed around them and pooling too fast to the floor. No doubt staining the fucker's robes. Sparks flying frantically where he's been split in twain.

It's just missed cutting through his core but it hardly matters as Vox loses functionality in half his body. It might as well have just cut through his soul itself. Reality strains and everything around them flashes. No longer the embassy's ruined halls that surround the pair but error screens and half baked glitches. A lot of good it does. As the visual effect fades with the last defensive burst of electricity that destroys the building's and Pentagram city's power. Pride's gone dark and no one would know why.

Worst of all he starts to cry.

As soon as Adam makes any move to pull the axe free of his chest it's a guarantee that Vox is going to collapse. Vomiting blood and glaring furiously at Adam through the bitter hot tears.

And just like that. Over as quickly as it had begun. He'd lost. And it's not even Alastor who had the honour.

[metaladam]

He was caught off guard by the searing pain of an angel bullet slamming into his shoulder before he could shroud himself in sheltering light. Golden blood would leak from the angel as he grunted, turning around as the other bullets would be turned to dust.

That cheeky fucker! He'd have Lute cat that out when they they were done here. It would hurt of course but life was pain and he'd lived for many years. With a furious roar he'd bolt forward bringing his axe down on the figure, golden energy swirling around as be brought its great weight forward.

Again and again he would swing the holy blade, with holy lightening shooting from the weapon in the direction it was swung. Again and again as Vox's form flickered he'd swing and swing. He'd hit him eventually and he only needed to him once.

" Hold still dammit!"

Fucking technology, it was cool and all when it worked for him but instances like this made him miss the old days when the fastest way to get around was on a horse.

He'd need to make sure none of those bullets go through his shield, they were nasty and put him at risk.

He lets the idiot talk. At the very least the overlord records his voice. Sends it through his various channels as he had the warning. A confession hardly seems like it will matter, especially if he winds up a double dead man but if it throws any sort of screw into Adam's plan than it's worth it out of sheer spite. Stubbornly quiet for a change. Unlike the first man he knows when to shut up.

Still looking for what must be powering up the barrier. Throwing open doors, zapping under nooks and seeking out anything he could use that might give him an edge. Vox's time and chances of escape grows steadily slimmer. Until it finally runs out.

Most of his nonelectrical powers rely on warping the reality around him like it's just another program or abusing his control of others but there's no bodies to throw at the angel and he can't tear his way out of this building. So Vox damns it all and turns to meet him head on. No one could say he didn't try.

Being cornered goes both ways. Adam is loud and crashing through walls like a raging bull. Telegraphing his position in turn. So all Vox has to do is raise his machine guns count to ten then blip behind him like a stutter in time itself once he's close enough. A lag in reality. Blind firing at the brute's back while his form flickers and the air around them shifts.

[metaladam]

" I don't know what you are doing but there is now way out. If you don't face me like a man then I'll just blow this whole place up with holy lightning! I think whatever that voltage you are made of is just as hellish as YOU...!"

He would let a heavenly flash erupt from his form, the pulse making the walls shake and fume with smoke as they entered the vents, causing some of the material to reign down.

" ....once I find you ya know? You won't be the last. I've been interested in the Vees for a bit now. A television super star CEO? A sex addict sadist pimp? Some random chick with a bigger mouth then her whole body? You three are far from subtle...but you are sinners after all."

He'd let another flash spread throughout the building, a self contained thunder ringing out within the building as he hunted the other. Electricity was not something that could be touched or stabbed but it was matter all the same, matter that could be disrupted and torn to pieces in its own way.

" I admit...I had no intention of even making a deal. I just needed to make it look like I tried to talk things out you know? Gotta have good face on, the paperwork will make this look like you spitting in my face vs what it really is...me looking for a fight hahaha! We all have our sick kicks, I know you know that better then anyone...."

Found you...

He'd rocket his way toward the sound of Vox's static and heat with full intention. He wouldn't make it out of here alive, and even if he did Adam had what he needed to approve of an operation outside the embassy. Who would believe a sinner over him? Not anyone who mattered.

Vox nearly makes it. Shattering the glass of one of the embassy's windows before the barrier is throwing him back into the hall. He's forced into his solid form, colliding with the opposing wall with a heavy crash. Of course nothing is ever that easy.

Claws raking through the floor as he gives himself no time to linger. Gritting through the discomfort and hysteria as he zips back on the run. Throwing aside his jacket and ripping off his tie. Just barely missing the beam of light that burns one of his antenna off given the collapse.

There's a barrier so there must be some sort of power source. Some sort of off switch. The alternative is to stand his ground against heaven's general but he's seen how that usually plays out. Last ditch effort if need be, maybe he can doubleback and catch the prick by surprise.

He's not sure if his signal can reach through heaven's magic but he sends a message to his partners and peons if possible, to Alastor on their old abandoned frequency and anyone else who can pick it up. Really there's not much Valentino or Velvette could do but it's an attempt. At the very least if it gets through they can go underground with an army between them and Adam. Even if he dies today the Vees can survive, maybe that's just a shallow human hope.

Deserving or not Vox has people he needs to protect. This could have all been over already had the smug bastard just agreed to his terms.

Trying to keep as many rooms between him and Adam as possible. Adam might be fast but Vox can move at the speed of light when he gives up his physical form.

Searching deeper into the building for anything that might be able to help. Looking for any sort of power connecting the building to a main grid, assuming the barrier stopped on the ground level perhaps he could escape via the lines beneath the city. Or where it might lead him to sort type of powersource he can take out.

Brandon and Gari try to fight the golden angels but Vox has already written them off. They could grab the discarded spears but their chances are slim if Vox is being realistic. Especially the hell hound who lacks the sinners basic immortality. At the very least it keeps some of the heat off of himself as he forces his way through the grand halls.

Grabbing two more semi automatic guns from the air as they drop into his grasp. Taking into consideration his limited ammo and how many weapons he has stored away. If he can outlast and survive long enough for it to count then that's something

[metaladam]

" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

" RUN! RUN YOU LITTLE BITCH! HAHAHAHAHA! GUESS YOU ARE NOT AS SPINELESS AS I THOUGHT!"

He shouted, his golden exorcists forming from the walls to give chase. There was no sense in putting more of his girls in danger. He'd handle this one personally, with his familiars chasing down whoever dared fight the sinner's battles for him. Before making his charge Adam would press the golden button under his desk, the whole of the embassy being covered by golden holy light to make certain nothing infernal could enter or leave.

With his gold wings spreading Adam gave chase, breaking any barriers that prevented his passage through the embassy like a great dragon after a single knight. He'd need to keep watch of that gun and get it out of his hands as quick as possible, for now he would merely blast a concentrated burst of light in the direction of his prey.

Yeah fuck that.

Vox releases control and reality itself breaks as lightning cracks and hits him full force.

Not bothering to restrain himself as the overlord's screen is overtaken by one solid spiralling eye. More tearing open in the air around him. Glowing like a beacon with raging electrified light. Intangible as he takes on the shape of pure raw energy. Zapping out of the room and into the hall in a blink.

Aiming behind him to empty the clip into the two excerists holding his guards down rather than at Adam himself. Angels can die. They aren't immune. He's reviewed and memorized the footage from the attack on the hotel. If those freaks could manage it, then one of the strongest souls in all of hell could do the same. Vox might not be special per say but he wasn't entirely human anymore either. Not by sinner standards. He was transcendent.

Their kind was evolving. Whether heaven liked it or not.

Millions of souls do that to an overlord without limitations and he didn't come here without a backup plan.

He doesn't care if the guards die really, Vox is selfish like that. Brandon and Gari were expendable just like the rest of his contracted slaves. The hellhound snarling as the shots fired. Turning to try and bite at the angel's thigh while she's distracted. Brandon doing the same with his own. Tail curling around a slim waist and launching the bitch away with a roar. Damage could be endured. Even if their angelic spears hurt, they weren't his private escort for nothing.

Vox's gun disintegrated and dropped. So long as he's inside the embassy he's at a huge disadvantage. He needs to get out. Now. So he runs with the two guards set to cover him.

Ripping lines of glitch like distortion and weeping paradoxical static in the air as he does so.

[metaladam]

" Hmmmm are we?"

The archangel would snap his fingers, two of his girls would appear, forcing the two on their knees with holy spears pressed toward their throats. Adam would give a mocking smile toward the sinner before him now.

" Make whatever comparisons you want, son. I've seen men more brutal then you or the scum you talk about. Seen a lot of bullshit from people like you who think they are special. They all came from me after all. You are the most repulsive piece of me to exist, you and all your dirt bag kind.

Still, it will be a bit of an inconvenience covering my tracks after I have cleaved you and your chumps heads off. So think real long and hard before you make your next move. These next seconds will decide what happens to you and all the people you employ. Don't make it lightly."

"For the supposed 'good guys' you sound an awful like a straight up nazi." Vox points out distinctly with all the raw contempt of a man who'd killed them during the second world war. "Next you'll start with eugenics and a breeding program of your own."

Vox wasn't religious anymore and hadn't been for a very long time. Hiroshima had destroyed any semblance of faith he had left, for what loving and good god would allow such a series of horrors as the war had wrought on the earth. But he gets the impression that someone is playing god. And it's not the demon who called himself it's voice. This is sacrilegious.

If anyone deserved to fall it was the prick in front of him. Adam could paint himself as morally superior all he wanted. All too suddenly Vox sees him for what he is.

A wannabe fucking dictator. A manchild holding the nuclear codes.

And they say hell is corrupt. What a fuckin joke. This is precisely why he'd forsaken the cross and doubled down on a life of sin.

At least Vox doesn't mask his cruelty and egomania with pretention.

"The hellish monarchies are a bunch of inbred twats who were happy to go hands off and let sinners determine their own fate. You haven't been listening to a single thing I said earlier about how we torture and cannibalize ourselves just fine. Because you're ignorant and brash. Think you know how everything works and can't be touched. It's shit like that that got your ass kicked by Lucifer. He's no saviour of our kind but I doubt he'll let you install a new reich within his domain."

"You push this angle and there will be a rebellion of biblical proportions. Humanity is destructive but we're fucking determined when push comes to shove. You kill me and others with follow in my path."

And the reason why Vox had crossed his legs as he had. Hand grabbing the pistol he has strapped to his calf. Pulling it subtly out of the holster beneath the table and turning off the safety. Cautious for now. Armed for defense. Adam's making big threats so he's understandably on edge. The aforementioned partnership with Carmilla means he's carrying only the best that angelic steel has to offer.

"I think we're done here."

[metaladam]

That got a grin from Adam. The tv man had some balls on him, too bad he'd come here to neuter him.

" You think think this is a negotiation? Far from it. This is me shutting down your operation. I am a busy fucker, I don't really feel like putting in the muscle to get rid of your powerplay, see? I'm offering this deal for you so you can keep your business and your head while I make sure you don't get things out of hand down here.

Feudal society is how Hell has functions for years, all this capitalism has taken power from the monarchies Heaven put into place to keep the sinners miserable. If you sinners can keep centralizing yourselves with wealth and influence how long before Hell becomes a kingdom FOR sinners and just an extension of Earth but with immortal share holders?

Its not what Hell was made for and I sure as Hell am not going to let it happen. You can take my offer or I will have to deal with you and your partners the old fashioned way. Its not the extermination, but it would not be the first time I came up with an excuse to get away with purging a group of sinners. "

Vox very obnoxiously rolls his eyes with a bored sneer. Of course the sort to blather on themselves can never even pretend to actually listen to any important details. He knows he's too wordsy on occasion but he speaks with purpose, not just to hear himself talk. The overlord also gets the impression that Adam isn't actually interested in making a deal and with that the sinner's interest rapidly wanes.

"That's not much of an offer now is it?" He points out sharply. "I get the impression you don't do this a lot. Are used to just getting your way. Well hell doesn't work like that. You actually have to fucking try and convince me."

If this guy is trying to make him go along with his plans he's doing a real shit job at tempting Vox into an agreement. The failures of one's ego and entitlement. The CEO feels like he's speaking to a petulant child. Real first day type of shit. Pathetic really on heavens front. No wonder the earth is fucked if all of mankind comes from this self righteous dickhead.

"You're asking for a mountain while offering pebbles. Thing is I don't need such lackluster handouts at the rate I'm going. Your angels haven't been able to make a dent thus far and that was before we knew they could die. It sounds like you need me more than I need you." He clicks his tongue. Not being arrogant for once, just honest.

Did Adam even think this through?

"If it's not worth the lives of at least three sinners then it's not worth the effort and time on my part being your little errand boy. No promise. No real rewards. No deal." He actually has to bring something substantial to the table for the big ask he's making. For the personal risks and lofty demands, yeah. Fuck that. "If that's your approach, I doubt we'll be able to find a compromise. So sorry but I fail to see the benefit."

[metaladam]

" Fucking Hell dude, I didn't ask for your life story here."

Adam had honestly tuned out everything the guy was saying. Adam made a point of not engaging too deeply with sinners. The angel would speak in depth with the sins, hellborns, the goetia and base royal family, but sinners were a no go. On the rare instance he needed to speak with them he'd keep thing business oriented, meaningful personal discussion was both beneath him and well above disgusting freaks like Vox.

Not to mention he couldn't risk getting himself too invested into these things, getting to know a sinner meant humanizing them. Not something that would benefit him and his job.

" I can grant you personal amnesty, amnesty needed to be renewed every year to make sure you are still useful. That won't protect you from collateral damage, but if you keep yourself somewhere safe during the extermination no one's going to come looking for you. Can't make the same offer toward the other two, this deal is not worth the lives of three significant sinners."

"Vox Dei." He mutters under his breath as Adam continues on. Everyone always forgets the secret part of his full title. Not that it mattered. His egocentric stolen latin phrase wasn't that important. Thus why he doesn't interrupt or correct the angel on it. Listening to him continue on in silence.

He leans against the table after the speech. Neon claws tapping against the hard surface rhythmically. "I do have to disagree with your statement on removing torture from hell. That shit was already obsolete before I set ground here. Even when poor and naked fresh from my execution, there wasn't streets of torture racks or any of that biblical shit. If anything my methods are just updated. Sure you can rip someone's skin off, they scream like there's no tomorrow but pain is only so endured before the soul breaks. Humans are fragile. Limited. Through my methods the torture of the mind, spirit and heart are prolonged and never ending.

I've started riots just to make a point. Had people turn on their loved ones by tricking them with misinformation. Fed into their paranoia and hatred for their fellow man. To boil my enslavement of the common people to depression and instant gratification misses the point. I'm a despot tyrant that's worshiped as a lovable celebrity. I have people wasting away in my factories, slaughtering each other at my launches and a list of souls so long it defies reason. I control the flow of information past the reaches of Pentagram city. I own quite literally all major news outlets. Carmine might own the guns but I make murder trendy. Which is why the bitch continues to do business with me. There's more than one way to wage a war. If anything, I just help humans continue to endlessly torture themselves in new creative ways.

And don't forget that the powers that be seem to like it that way. It's no coincidence that my business partner who is a notorious rapist was gifted a massive cock and the body capable of overpowering others. Or me myself, a mass murdering manipulator granted the ability to entrance and destroy the freewill and minds of entire groups of people. I don't know if god is real up there back where you're from but someone making the big decisions has it as part of their plan that we ravage each other like the animals we are."

That point made Vox tugs at his cuffs and stares Adam down. Not to intimidate him or anything stupid like that but to show that he's taking this seriously. Giving the angel his full undivided attention. "You seem to misunderstand me further. It's not always about the money, that's not my main incentive. I don't do this just because I'm just a capitalist, although I do enjoy the lifestyle. My personal sin isn't greed. I'm a wrath demon."

"Me and my business partners have full immunity from the exterminations. No angel will ever do us harm or try to sabotage our efforts." He tries to barter. "If it's discovered we're working with heaven, it ruins our public image. Makes us a target. That's a big risk. We'd deny any association and defend our assets if necessary. Smuggling is more complicated. Smart sinners like us typically don't fuck with the Sins. Mammon would eat me alive if he discovered me encroaching on his turf. I could access weapons once past the border, more secure that way when dealing with contracted sinners and not hellborn hires. Before that, I can't leave this ring or reach too far outside it. That's out of my range of operation."

[metaladam]

" Hmmm."

He had half a mind to continue messing around with pleasantries since Vox thought he could dictate the speed of the conversation but frankly Adam really didn't want to be hear any longer then he needed to either.

" I've been watching you for a bit pal. Vox populi? Voice of the people? You've gotten in bed with two other sinners, gotten a monopoly down there. If it was not for Carmine having all those weapons you'd probably be more of a ruler over Hell then Lucifer himself in practice.

You are not like Lucy's daughter though, you don't give a shit about your fellow man, you just want to make money and exert control. Probably have a scheme in the works right? Still...you do on some level make the lives of sinners better. You've replaced outright torture with addictions to fill short term needs, keeping everyone in a depressed stasis based on instant gratification. The lucky one's anyway.

I can abide that. We all know I hate Lucifer. This kind of shit is its own form of suffering AND we have a common enemy. You hate the red edge lord and I want to shoot miss princess and her kindergarten snowflake ideas down. SO I am going to make you an offer. Angelic security is your latest project right? Squeeze the sinners until they burst and give them some fancy looking shit that does nothing. My ladies won't touch 60% of the sinners who buy it and make sure you make a profit. Small enough to keep them guessing, large enough to make certain they see the illusion of results. In exchange though? You work for me, and you make sure my enemies always are vulnerable during the extermination. Regardless of financial status. I'll also need your resources to smuggle in a steady stream of angelic weapons made in the Greed ring to Heaven. Do all this and we can see how fruitful a symbiotic relationship between angels and sinners can be."

He turns his audio receptors down a tad, fuck this guy was loud. For being the 'first man' Adam was a dime a dozen of the chucklefucks Vox was used to dealing with in such bombastic industries. Thought they were tough shit and made their egos everyone else's problem. Really going in on the devil may care rockstar stichick. Lame.

Vox takes a seat at the opposite end of the table. Brandon and Gari remaining in the hall for now. Yes he's paranoid, can you blame the sinner, but he also didn't want to throw his muscle around too much lest he be called a pussy. A delicate balance.

"No. I'm fine." Vox crosses his legs. Ankle to knee, as his foot taps silently in a subtle bounce. He's not usually this anxious but then again he makes it a habit to avoid angels. Fucking judgemental cunts. Suppose that came with the territory. "Listen no offense but I don't want to be here any longer than necessary and I'm sure you don't want to stare at my ugly face all day either."

"What do you want?"

[metaladam]

" Oh fuck I knoooooow right bro! All the pizzazz and the lights and the happy happy joy joy...

'HEEEEEEEEEEEY FRIENDS WELCOME TO HEAVEEEEN!' Ugggggggggh makes me wanna gag!"

Adam was not in charge of the construction of this embassy, it had originally been constructed by Emily to give sinners a place to vent to officials but as the exterminations gradually gained more traction most instances of Heaven's presence in Hell became more militarized.

The arch angel could have redecoraded things here, but frankly he saw the embassy less as his place of work and rather a place he was forced to visit to deal with degrading work that was not worth his time. Like talking to this loser.

" Anyway ayyyyy! Good to see the quick turnaround! Take a seat! You want a drink or something bro? A martini? A hand grenade? A pink squirrel?"

Vox approaches what he assumes was meant to be the reception desk. Glaring passively at the phantom document that presents itself. Yeah fuck that. Vox ain't touching any sort of guestbook or sign in. He's an overlord and contracts are his business. He's not about to foolishly write down on something that might have unseen fine print.

Brandon signs in on his behalf. Allowing Vox to read over the golden parchment before continuing forward. And it's Brandon who takes the lead with Gari on the rear. Blocking the overlord in between two big meat shields.

With no guidance it's just blind assumptions that lead them to the door in question, held open for Vox by the equally anxious lizard. He grimances before stepping through. This was a mistake. He shouldn't have answered these summons. Sending a quick text via his head to both Valentino and Velvette, alerting them of where he was and with who. Before placing them both on mute so he wouldn't be interrupted.

"And I thought my building was excessive..." Comes the grumble. Vox steps into the room with his hands in his pockets. Pointedly ignoring looking at Adam for now. "You people don't waste any effort on the decor do you?"

Remaining standing by the door near the entrance. Awkward and extremely out of place.

[metaladam]

" Hey! HEY! If you all wanna set up a game shop wait for me to get done talking to this dude first! I'll beat both of your asses at Heaven Smash! Just you wait!"

He'd motion for the girls to leave, save all for Lute who had quietly been attending to him in her normal somber ways. Kind of like a falcon of sorts. Adam could swear that woman was always just one command from ripping off someone's head. It was bad ass, not gonna lie!

Adam didn't bother opening the door or greeting Vox before he came through to the office. No one in Hell was worth Adam taking a single step for, on the rare occasions demons had business with him they'd come to wherever he was.

The angel sat in his chair, thinking about what he was going to eat tonight. Would it be seafood? Burgurs? Something Indian? Ribs were of course his favorite but he had them too much recently.

Vox isn't so sure he believes that. There was a reason why the heaven embassy was in pristine condition and without any sort of damage or vandalism. And it's not for sinners lack of trying.

He'd rather argue for more neutral ground but there's the distinct feeling that the overlord doesn't have much room for negotiation. Sighing and dragging a hand down his screen Vox snaps his fingers for his assistant to come closer. "Very well. I'll be there in a bit depending on the traffic. See you then."

Promptly hanging up. Going over quickly what his assistant needs to cancel or reschedule before heading off. It's quite the distance from the northern west side of the Pentagram to the centre.

He takes the car despite it being slower, just for the excuse to bring his guards. The drive normal by hell standards, arriving in one piece. Vox is flanked by Brandon and Gari as he ascends the marble steps and enters a building usually deemed 'off limits' to their kind. Glancing around the entry hall, there's static left in his steps.

Grumbling under his breath about stupid risks.