Back To The 1950's (On Break)

Ballad of the VEEs

Many believe the Vees were assembled because they were too weak to be on there own, as that may be partially true. It isn't the whole fact.

Valentino a sadistic asshole who controls the weak, which though much more aggressive than Vox is something they have in common. Valentino lived a full life in power of those less fortunate than him, he believed at the time he was doing good. Providing an opportunity for these poor souls to gain wealth and fame. Though these opportunities of a good life were on tilted scales. He did truly believe that these weak individuals needed to praise him, but that's just because he's a psychopathic narcissist. Narcissist always believe they're better, but that life is a lonely one. In the end everyone hates the narcissist, but they deserve it even if they themselves believe they don't.

When Valentino arrived in hell, he noticed very quickly how easy it was to manipulate. He quickly became accustomed to the hellish environment.

~𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰~

A large lanky moth stood leaning against a stone wall under a flickering lamp post that gave off a yellowish hue. It was late and the sky turned a dark shade of violet. Rain softly poured onto the concrete, creating a light pitter patter.

He used his large elegant wings to cover himself and keep warm from the icy weather. His under eye twitched in annoyance it surely was a sickening day to arrive on.

He looked up at the lamp post above him his eyes widening into a trance and then snapping out of it when it flickered off.
He groaned walking off hoping to not be caught in another mindless trance. His eyes focused on every sinner he came across, scanning them all trying to gain anything he could.

Hell wasn't much different from life. It was all controlled by a bigger force, here by sinners called overlords. Up there by people who gain a following or an allegiance.

He stopped walking as the soft buzz of TV static caught his attention. The soft popping cracked audio soft and delicate. The sound came from a display infront of a technology establishment.

His eyes fixated on the figure in the small box TV. It was a sinner who coincidentally also had a screen for a face.

"Who is that?" The moth asked a newspaper boy who sat near the etrance of the store.

"Who is that?! Who in the right mind doesn't know who that is!? Why that's Vox the most stunning overlord in hell!" The sinner exclaimed.

"Vox?" The moth squinted his eyes scanning the TV sinner who stared at the camera, a large cocky grin was plastered on his screen.
The TV overlord seemed to stare right past the camera, as if he was keeping his focus on something or someone else. His attention was not at all on the viewers watching, yet the normal sinner would have never noticed such a teency detail. What a small seemingly insignificant detail that meant everything.

"How far up the ranks is he?" The moth asked with his focus still on the screen of the television.

"Hmm not that far along he's the newer one." The newspaper boy answered shifting his stack of papers closer to him to keep away from the rain.

The moth looked over to the boy's papers catching a glimpse of the same TV sinner on the front. He was standing next another sinner with deer like features.

"Who's the fellow next to him?" The moth asked his wings rippling up making him loom over the smaller sinner.

The little sinner grabbed one of the papers admiring it, "that's the infamous radio demon, he must be the reason Vox got to be so huge. I'd say he's one of the stronger ones."