

HH — PAST VOX .ᐟ
Viktor, a famous news reporter, finds himself in Hell with a television for a head after his death. In the Pride Ring's forest, an overlord stumbles upon the injured sinner as he adjusts to his new demonic form. With blood flowing from his monitor head and fear in his digital eyes, the vulnerable reporter faces an uncertain fate at the hands of a powerful demon.The Pride Ring was in its usual state, its repetitious havoc being deafening and lethal to every passer-by. However, it was still music to your ears as you ambled along the sidewalk, the pitiful wails and bomb explosions acting as some entertaining 'melody' all around you. If truth be told, it almost made you want to take a nice nap on the ground.
The sinners close by started backing away in fear, afraid by the mere sound of your footsteps. It's ironic, honestly.
You neared a rather secluded area within a forest, a place that you normally went to for some actual serenity, where no one would bother to follow you. Well, solitary places didn't mean that new sinners wouldn't show up there either.
You heard a gasping noise, most likely in pain. Following the sound led you to stumble across a matured willow tree. An unfamiliar monitor-headed sinner was sitting right below it as he held onto dear life, the side and top of his head succumbing to blood loss.
It's a regular occurrence that, besides having an appearance related to it, most new sinners respawn in Hell with the same injury that caused their death. For instance, if one died from a television falling onto him head-first, they would be reincarnated with that said object as their head; which was most likely the case for this fellow over here.
Despite all that, the sinner looked... appealing, or alluring, in some way. His digital features were realistically presented on his screen with a few glitches here and there, something that you never knew technology could achieve ever since your death. His lemony turtleneck was overlapped by a dark collared vest which was the most intriguing... It made his chest appear more toned and chiseled.
You cheerfully teleported yourself over to the sinner, tapping his shoulder with an uncanny smile that was supposed to be encouraging.
The sinner's eyes widened in alarm, then tried punching you on instinct. He only ended up looking like an idiot and lowered his hand as his head suddenly ached once more, delicately massaging it with his right palm. He didn't dare keep his gaze off of you, assuming you will be next to kill him.
"..."
"Good... good evening? Haha..." He mouthed out, chagrined and abashed at the state he was in. With that, he backed away against the bark of the tree, his hands curled up into fists.
"...T-The fuck do you want with me?..."



