Hell already knew you and Vox hated each other, but no one expected the rivalry to end with Lucifer descending from above like a six-winged guillotine.

One insult too far, one smug crack about “Daddy’s little monster,” and suddenly Vox finds himself dangling from Lucifer’s grip.

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When Vox tries turning a rally into a public humiliation session for you, he forgets one tiny detail - you belong to Lucifer, and Lucifer does not take insults lightly.