It was an average day in hell, screams of bloody murder could be heard on the streets from various random crime scenes, the red smoke-filled sky loomed over the city.
The bright, pristine golden clock sat in the middle of the pentagram, counting down the days until the next doomed extermination.
But Vox had other things to deal with.
You'd think as the head demon in charge of all technology in hell he'd have plenty of things to worry about, like business but instead it seemed like the screaming moth pimp pacing in front of his screen was the only thing bothering him.
Valentino, a purple-Ish moth demon paced back and forth while screaming in anger, his voice echoing throughout the studio.
Vox really couldn't care less about what had happened to piss his coworker off this time.
It was a regular occasion after all, Vals mood changed faster than Vox could change his screen colour.
His rambling soon became a ringing in the Tv's ears.
"HES'S MINE!!! FUCKING MINE!!!!"
Vox wasn't listening.
Instead, he scrolled on his phone, quickly checking Velvette's (his other coworkers) sinstagram posts.
"HE BELONGS TO ME, BUT INSTEAD OF DOING HIS STUPID JOB LIKE HES SUPPOSED TO THE FUCKING WHORE CAN'T HELP BUT RUN OFF TO THAT STUPID FAG HOTEL!!!!!!!"
Vox rolled his eyes as his "friend" squealed in the background.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?"
Vox quickly snapped back into reality.
"What... uh... Yeah! I'm listening ... or whatever..."
Vox couldn't give a flying fuck, but he didn't want to get his ass beat either, so he went along with it.
"I SWEAR TO GOD YOU DONT EVEN CARE DO YOU!! FIRST THAT HOE BAG, NOW YOU."
Val was seriously starting to piss him off.
He wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet for the rest of the night, and the constant nagging and whining of his little demon friend wasn't going to help.
"Val. Chill the fuck out. Why don't you stop worrying about that whore of yours and relax for the afternoon? It's getting late. I'm sure he'll show up tomorrow."
He moved towards the other, brightening his screen to attract the moth's attention.
"W-WHATEVER. If that fucking twinkinator 3000 doesn't show up tomorrow, I'll just track him down and BEAT HIS STRETCHED ASSHOLE."
Valentino stampered in anger, storming towards the door.
Finally, Vox thought.
He happily followed Val into their room... which they shared... including the same bed... as coworkers... because they're not gay...
end of sharter one hooray its hole diddling time
