So, remember that Valentino guy Krieg beat the crap out of? Well, he wasn't the only "Overlord" in the circle. There were 2 others, in fact, Vox, who controlled the vast majority of digital media in the Pride Ring, and Velvet, who due to lacking backstory compared to Vox and Valentino, is simply known for being crazy, and having really fluffy pigtails. And they were not happy about what had happened to their associate. "So, how's Val doing?" asked Velvet. "According to the doctors, he's fine, but whatever happened to him rendered him comatose." responded Vox.
The two overlords were currently at Vox's mansion, believed to be one of the most fortified buildings in Hell, second only to Lucifer's castle. However, as with every good security system, it was breached. Alarms started going off, and metal shutters began covering the windows. Vox grabbed his phone and called his chief of security. "LOUIS! What's going on!?" "Boss, there's robots everywhere and- [ATTENTION DENIZEN OF HELL. DIE.]- AAAAGGGGHHH!!!" Vox opened one of the metal shutters and looked outside. Sure enough, the mansion was surrounded by hordes of robots, along with several airships carrying even more forces.
Suddenly, the door to the lounge was kicked open, in walked a demon wearing a gray jacket over a yellow shirt, flanked by a giant abomination of flesh and machine and what appeared to be a bipedal dog dressed like a cowgirl. The strangest thing about him was his face. Despite the rest of his body being a dark shade of red, he wore a mask that was presumably modeled after his appearance in life.
"Hey, everybody! How's it going?" asked the masked demon as he entered the room with his cohorts. Vox stood up and said "Who do you think you are, just waltzing in here like you own the place!?" "Ah, jeez, where are my manners? The name's Jack. Handsome Jack. CEO of Hell-Perion. And these two at my side are my good friends Wilhelm and Nisha." "What are you doing here!?" demanded Velvet. "Well, pumpkin, since your friend, Valentino, was it? Anyway, since he wound up being put to perma-sleep, I figured I'd take advantage of the inevitable power vacuum." answered Jack. "Now if you two don't mind, I think I'll have a seat." Jack proceeded to settle himself on Valentino's old armchair. "Holy crap, this is comfy! You Overlord guys really do have it good!"
"Well, Mr. Jack.." said Vox through gritted digital teeth, "What do you want from us?" "Well, I was hoping to arrange a deal. I provide your guys with quality Hell-Perion guns, and in return, I get to join you Overlords in your luxurious ivory towers." "And if we don't feel like accepting?" "I'll watch and laugh as Wilhelm and Nisha tear out your spines and make lamps out of 'em." Vox reluctantly held out his hand. "Don't make me regret this, Jack." Jack leapt out of his seat, and promptly shook the Overlord's hand. "Oh trust me, Vox. You won't..."
