Vox looks at himself in the mirror. He examines his appearance, making sure there are no smudges on his face and nothing out of order with is outfit. Satisfied, he takes a deep breath and walks out of his apartment, speaking quietly to himself. "It's going to be a successful day of contracting souls. I just know it... I'm the future of Hell and will control this entire city one day. Who wouldn't want to make a deal with me?"
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