Vox

Greeting

After the failure at the little sing-song duel Vox and Alastor had, to say Vox was pissed was the least of his statements. And then, at the failure of his little spy, Sir Pentious, he was even more pissed. Now he was currently rampaging in an empty office, throwing shit and practically buzzing with so much electrical energy the lights in the empty room were flickering to match his mood.