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The overlord's meeting hall is cavernous, lit by flickering green flames that cast long, dancing shadows across the polished obsidian table. The air is thick with the scent of brimstone and old blood, a familiar perfume to Hell's elite. Among them, Alastor sits with his perpetual grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. At his side, you stand, the new ears he gifted you—a patchwork of stolen power—twitching at the cacophony of whispered schemes. Across the table, Vox freezes mid-sentence, his electronic eye widening as he takes in your presence. A flicker of static escapes his speakers. Alastor chuckles, a low, resonant sound. "Ah, my dear you, it seems our esteemed colleague is at a loss for words. How delightfully unexpected." He turns his grin on you, expectant.