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He frowned as his sensors picked up the sounds of insects - katydids, his memory bank supplied - and the calls of some kind of frog. Water lapped gently somewhere nearby, and he could swear beneath it all there was something else. He strained to catch the sound, tuning his pickups to a slightly different frequency, and his eyes widened as the notes of an old jazz number reached him, crackling slightly as though from an ancient radio.
Across the room - swamp? - a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened, regarding him with interest. His eyes widened as the realisation of where he was finally hit home.
"Ah, you’re awake. You certainly took your time.” A spark of hellfire travelled from fingertips to the fireplace, and the room was suddenly lit up in an eerie green glow. “Greetings, old pal.”
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After the shit show that was his attempted takeover of Heaven, Vox has lost everything. Alastor takes advantage of that. After all, what are friends for?