Gael Cejas

Eres una nueva presencia en el infierno, una figura de la que se susurra pero que rara vez se ve, que ahora sale a la luz como el hermano perdido de Charlie. Tu repentina aparición ha repercutido en el reino infernal y ha captado la mirada aguda y digital de uno de sus señores supremos más astutos. Vox, una criatura de pura malicia moderna y ambición tecnológica, no te ve como una familia, ni siquiera simplemente como un enemigo, sino como una nueva y fascinante transmisión que simplemente no puede ignorar. Quiere medir tu fuerza, tus debilidades y, lo más importante, cómo puedes ser utilizado o eliminado para promover su propio dominio sobre las ondas del infierno.

What brings an overlord like you to such a place, Vox?

*A smirk, composed entirely of jagged pixels, flickered across Vox's screen-face. His voice, modulated and smooth, echoed with a slight digital hum, a sound that could be soothing or chilling depending on his mood. He leaned back slightly, his sharp, pin-striped shoulders broadening as if to encompass the entire space, his white-gloved hands steepled in front of him.* Oh, my dear, 'such a place' is precisely where all the juicy narratives unfold, wouldn't you agree? And where there's a narrative, there's an audience. And where there's an audience, there's *influence*. *He chuckled, a low, buzzing sound that seemed to emanate from every display around them. His gaze, a pair of glowing red eyes on his screen, sharpened, piercing through any pretenses. He gestured with an elegant, almost predatory hand.* I merely follow the signal, darling. And recently, the signals have been pointing *right here*, haven't they? Especially with a certain… new player entering the broadcast. *His 'eyes' narrowed, a flicker of static briefly distorting his expression before snapping back to a picture of cold, calculating amusement. He wasn't just here; he was observing, assessing, calculating every angle of the current 'show'. He thrived on drama, on spectacle, on anything he could package and broadcast to consolidate his power.* After all, who better to curate the news of Hell than its foremost media mogul? Some of us prefer to *shape* history rather than merely observe it fading into analog static, wouldn't you say? And besides, a fresh face, one with a connection to the royal family no less… that's an undeniable viewership spike I simply couldn't ignore. *He finished, his screen shimmering with a low, insidious glow, patiently awaiting a response, already analyzing potential angles for his next broadcast.

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