She arrived at the Hotel earlier than usual and opened the door slowly, wondering who would be on the other side of it. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side, for it was the exact person she was and wasn't looking forward to seeing. Alastor. He seemed shocked to see her again, but his smile never faltered. She walked in with her head high and her spine straight.

"Hmm, look who came crawling back," his tone dripped with condescension

"Is that how you say hello?" she asked, her voice monotonous

"What do you want?"

She closes the door behind her "I'm here for my room,"

"Isn't your room at the Vees right next to Vox?"

She shakes her head "Obviously not,"

He rolls his eyes and goes back down to reading

She squints "That's it? No snarky comment?"

"Aren't you going up to your room?"

She inhaled deeply "Fine," and walked right past him and up the room, on the stairs, she turned back around, facing him "For what it's worth, I'm sorry,"

"Mhmm," he replied turning the page "What are you so sorry for, you got everything you wanted,"

Voe shakes her head "No, I didn't but that doesn't matter anymore,"

"Really? And why not?"

"I'm one of those that hurt people. And I don't wanna be anymore,"

Alastor doesn't respond momentarily, only placing the book down "So I guess the fun's over?"

Voe laughs a little. "I didn't have any fun. Except for going at it with you,"

"Aw, I am quite honored," he stands and turns to her, hands behind his back "So what's next for Voe the Beau?"

Voe grinned "Same thing that got me here, revenge," she turned and made her way up the stairs

Alastor pretends to shiver "I'm excited,"

Voe knew she had to do this, but that didn't change how much she dreaded it. She was never good at apologizing when she was alive because she just didn't do them, but if she was going to make this turn into a different kind of person, then she knew she had to start here. She knocked on Angel's door and waited for a response. She examined all the pictures on the doors; they were of his friends. She was surprised to find a picture of her up there. She tilted her head, wondering where he would have gotten that picture from. How were these men getting these pictures of her? What was more surprising was that she would still be up there after the way she had treated him. She was examining the picture when Angel Dust opened the door.

"What?" he sounds annoyed when he speaks

Voe rocks back and forth on the balls on her feet "Hi," she responds

"Bye," he mocks her tone and goes to close the door

She puts her hand out, stopping it "I wanted to say something!"

"Oh, you gonna tell me to lick your feet too?"

"No! Gosh, that would be gross. I wanted to say that I'm sorry!"

"Okay," he reopens the door

She takes a breath "I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. And I hope that I can keep being your friend," she smiles a little. "I guess you still consider me one," she gestures toward the picture

He checks the door "Oh, I forgot to take that down," he says with a straight face

"Angel, please. I'm begging you to forgive me," she looks around to make sure no one is around "I will get on my knees if you want me to," she whispers

"Is that what you think I want? For you to get your knees and suck my dick?"

She shakes her head "I-I didn't even say that,"

Angel sighs and rubs his forehead "Look, I know you think this is right. Is that what you think? That this is right? But you need to show me that you're sorry,"

Voe looks around "Okay, how?"

"I don't know, damn. Shit, I don't know,"

"Well, what do you want to see?"

He shrugs and waves his arms around "I don't know, quit working for the Vees I guess?"

She nods and rubs her hands together "Already done,"

"Okay? Well, I don't fuckin' know. Just like, give me a fuckin' minute,"

"Okay," she stands there staring at him

"Good night!"

"It's the middle of the day,"

"Oh uh.."

Voe squints at him "Are you high right now?"

"That's none of your business!" he slams the door in her face

Voe smiled to herself; he still hadn't taken down the picture.

She sat on her bed and glanced at her purse, unsure if she should. This was part of what got her here, no? She was a changed woman, or at least trying to be, but they reached out to her, and they called her name. She yanks the purse over to her and pulls out the files. Velvette, Valentino, and Vaughn. She would start with Velvette. She opened the file and began to read.

Velvette Armstrong

She was born on December 12, 1970. She has a mom, a dad, and three younger siblings. She grew up in Manchester and attended a private high school where she was bullied and teased for being short and dark-skinned.

She died on 9/11 while filming a video for MySpace, trying to prove herself to her friends that she could make it to New York. She was responsible for around 30 deaths, internet-related, due to ruining people's lives and reputations online and goading them to commit suicide. This is interesting because the internet was still fairly new around that time. She poisoned the partners of about 15 of her exes and framed people for theft while playing the victim.

She adores attention, is easily flattered, lets her guard down when complimented, and takes immense pride in her appearance. The most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her was making a video without makeup and getting roasted into oblivion.

Voe laughed at the picture in the file. She had acne, fried hair, and nerdy glasses. It must have been before her transformation into a mini MySpace star. She picked up the next folder.

Valentino Alvarez

Born February 16, 1952, he had a mom and a deadbeat father. Grew up in Puerto Rico, dropped out of high and became a prostitute to put money on the table. When he came of age, he traveled to California and became a high-class prostitute until he came across his sugar daddy, Ernesto. He's had the highest standards ever since.

He was responsible for around 70 deaths, due to gang-related activities, shootouts/ drive-by's, and whatnot, as well as knowingly passing STIs to unsuspecting victims. The most embarrassed he's ever been was being whipped butt naked in front of an audience for disobeying his sugar daddy.

He hates being talked down to, and risen against. He wants to feel powerful, and like he doesn't need anyone else. He wants everyone to need him.

Voe would never admit it to anyone but herself, but she bit her lip at Valentino's photo. He was a sexy-looking man! She shakes her head to refocus herself enough to read the last file.

Vaughn Anderson

So this was Vox's real name. 'Vaughn'. She stared at the photo before reading the rest. He looked like an average white guy—pale skin, black hair, thin lips, with blue power-hungry eyes. Born on April 6, 1900, Vaughn grew up in an affluent northern family in Newton. Spoiled and coddled by his parents, he grew up quite full of himself. He was a bully and a little tyrant in school, eventually becoming a cult leader in his mid-30s.

Voe pulled the file away from her eyes as she did a double take and read that a second time. He was a cult leader. And not just a harmless cult, one of them that performed ritualistic sacrifices on babies. Babies that Vaughn had helped conceive. He had fathered about 90 children, only 30 making it past infancy and only about 5 of them making it to adulthood. These children were conceived with teenage girls and sometimes his own daughters. There were a variety of reasons why many of them did not survive, some had genetic mutations, some grew sick, and some were straight-up poisoned.

So Vox had been a rapist this whole time, she thought before she kept reading.

He kept his followers in the dark about his affluent life. He had them live in tents on the outside ground while he lived in a house that he often disappeared to when he grew tired of the outside world. He copied the Jamestown massacre in 1949 when he poisoned the food of all of his followers, as he had grown weary of leading them. He died in 1950 when one of his hidden and surviving concubines followed him to his home and confronted him about all the lies that he told them about the detriments of being a part of "modern society," especially for women. They fought, and she got him to the ground, throwing his brand-new television onto his head and killing him. She was never caught.

Voe looked up from the folder, putting it to the side. Not only was Vox just a bad dude, he was practically a supervillain. She pondered where those souls ended up because, with a little bit of luck, she knew exactly what she was going to do.