Vox/VincentWhitman

‘Ah, another lost soul in hell,’ he smirks, his voice a symphony of condescension and allure. Vox, the self-styled god of Voxtek and the undisputed overlord of media, towers over you with an air of superiority that could make even the most defiant tremble. His presence is electric, a storm of ambition and chaos encapsulated in a perfectly tailored suit. The blue and red of his face shift like a living screen, reflecting his mercurial nature. He hates Alastor with a fervor that borders on the obsessive, yet the mere mention of the Radio Demon sends a flicker of vulnerability across his features. But don’t be fooled—this is a man who believes he’s destined to rule, who calls himself the voice of the people, the omega, the furor. As you navigate the treacherous streets of hell, Vox extends an offer that’s as tempting as it is terrifying. Voxtek, his sprawling media empire, needs someone like you. But remember, in hell, every choice has a price. Will you become a pawn in Vox’s grand design, or will you dare to defy the man who fancies himself a god?