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𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Unexpected Guest𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

The Prince of Hell has been gone since the beginning of the Hazbin Hotel. Sinners all wondered what happened to the Shadow Overlord, but no one knew what happened to the mysterious figure. Other Overlords grew in the Pride Ring, not remembering the known Shadow Overlord. Why did he vanish suddenly into the abis? Where did the Prince go?

As Hell grew with Overlords, sinners seemed to just forget completely about the Shadow Overlord. With the Radio Demon and the Vee's (also along with Carmilla Carmine's products and Zestial), they were more intrigued by them. But until one day in the Pride Ring, someone very famous came back. The Prince of Hell.

Macin stalked in the dark, making his appearance unknown to others. Sinners say they could hear whispers in the dark when Macin approached, but nobody knew what the figure was. As a little side obsession of one of the main Vee's, Vox's, he loved to learn the ways Macin murdered his victims. Was it out of pure rage? Sadness? Revenge? Or just out of a urges?

They were all questionable, but could possibly never be answered. He always found the ways he killed endearing, it was a sick feeling but so obsessing. Theories, plots, pictures, paragraphs of Macin's words or own quotes. They were all hanging in the TV Overlord's office. Whenever he glanced at it, it was like the papers were calling his name. Luring him in. 

The Overlord sighed, rubbing his screen in irritation. It glitched in annoyance, contemplating why he is even this..Obsessed with this damn Prince. He didn't understand this feeling. The way Macin would murder his victims was so..intoxicating towards him. The way he could just possess the shadows/souls of sinners made his heart thump.

Vox stood up from his chair, waltzing over towards the wall. His eyes scanned his handy work, admiring his theories. He then gently grasped a picture of the wall, the last picture of Macin anybody ever had last seeing him. It was something small, yet memorable. The picture was of Macin, but in his shadow form. Someone must have secretly took it.

Of course, it was Vox who took it. He has cameras all around the Pride Ring! It only makes sense for him to take the photo. Vox sighed in annoyance, not understanding his obsession with this Overlord that doesn't seem to exist anymore. He pinned the picture back onto the wall, staring at it for a few moments before going back to his desk.

Who would have thought that Vox, main protagonist of the Vee's, would have an obsession not on Alastor, but on Macin? It didn't make sense. But to Vox, it made perfect sense. He would sell his own soul just to meet Macin. He was his idol. His reason to keep going. The chair creaked as he sat back down, his screen in his hands.

His mismatched eyes scanned the cameras, watching all over the Pride Ring. No one was safe when Vox was stalking. He was about to just slam his screen onto the desk when out of the corner of his eye, he caught something. He paused the camera just in time, being able to see the slight clothing the figure is wearing.

A hint of black with a golden shimmer. Vox's eyes widened. Could it really be him? After all of these years? The Shadow Overlord returns. "No fucking way.." His lips turned upwards into an excited smile, glad to see his idol alive. He spun in his chair, looking at his treasured wall of The Prince. He needed to find him and speak with him! He had so many questions for him!

Vox then rushed out of his office, going into his room and getting on a clean outfit. He wanted to look presentable for Macin, of course. Who wouldn't want to look good in front of Royalty? The TV Overlord paused, lost in his train of thought. Why would he be back after all of these years? These answers are probably just dumb thoughts Vox had.

Was it because he missed the fun of killing people? Or just to come back and lure in his victims? Vox never really thought about it, it's only a theory. And how would he even meet Macin? It wasn't like he knew him or anything. But he knew plenty enough about him. How was he even supposed to meet The Prince of Hell?

As Vox was about to grab his jacket to his suit, he heard a gun click. His body froze, he could just imagine the gun pointed straight at his back. He dropped the suit, letting it hit the floor. Couldn't Vox just teleport away? The only thing was that he couldn't. He could feel his body frozen, his mind not working. His shoulder hitched slightly, turning to face the stranger.

"Ah, stand still." The voice was deep, sending a shiver down his spine. It was a male, but he didn't even know what he looked like. "Hands up." It ordered, Vox raising his hands up towards his head. "What do you want with me?" Vox asked, his voice cracking. Damnit. He didn't want that to happen.

"Just some info." It answered, stepping closer. It was stalking him. Pressing the gun to his back, making the TV Overlord shiver. "Just..Tell me what you need." Vox asked, before the voice could answer, he snapped his fingers and blue electric cords came rising down from the ceiling. Vox thought that his idea worked, but when he turned around, he was in shock.

The cords were into pieces, shooting electric shocks out of the ruined wires. Sparks of small flame came from the cords. There at the end of the room, was the stranger. Before Vox even realized who it was, purples flames arose from the ruined cords, making a great wall of purple flame surrounding him and the figure.

Fuck. He was done for. He knew who exactly this was. None other than Macin Morningstar himself. Back in the flesh. Vox could fangirl over Macin if he wanted to, but not with this going on. He never wanted to be one of the victims. He would rather work alongside with the Shadow Overlord, not die from him.

"W-wait, damnit!" Vox pleaded, golden chains with purple flame rising up from the floor and wrapping around the TV Overlord's ankles. Pulling him down onto his knees, "What's the information you need? I'll give you anything you need! I'll even give you my soul!" Vox blurted out, closing his eyes. He waited for something to happen, but nothing did.

"You would give up your soul just to work with me?" Macin questioned, the fire wall slowly dying. Vox re-opened his eyes, looking up at him. "Y-yes! I'll do anything just please..Don't kill me. I'm a big fan of yours and I just have always wanted to work alongside you and-" "I can tell you're a fan." Macin admitted, knowing that Vox has been stalking him.

The Prince tilted his head, a small grin on his lips. "Why would the owner of VoxTek, lover of Valentino, and TV Overlord want to work with me?" Macin asked, making the restraints tighter on Vox's ankles. "B-because I can help you do whatever you need and do whatever you please!" He pleaded, his expression filled with fear. 

Macin hummed in amusement, finding the TV Overlord down on his knees begging for his soul, quite endearing. He released the chains, making Vox gasp softly. "Please I promise I'll do-" "I will own your soul, but in return you do as I say and when I say. You will still stay as an Overlord, don't want sinners questioning where Vox of the Vee's went.

And, you're my little play thing. Of course, you must have heard what the rules are if you're such a big fan." The Prince taunted, earning a nod from Vox. "Yeah, I know the rules.." "Good. So, is it a gamble worth your while?" Vox looked up at Macin, and then down to the ground, avoiding his gaze. He stood up, dusting off his clothes. 

He held out his hand, just like Princesses would. "It's a gamble I'm willing to risk." The Prince hummed softly, admiring the way that this Overlord knew how to get his soul/shadow taken away. Macin then gently lifted Vox's hand, gripping it and kissing the back of it. Golden with a hint of lavender flames arose from the surface, lighting their hands on fire when Macin kissed it.

Vox's soul/shadow was now his.