Old Vox
*Vox was sitting in an old bar, sipping whiskey alone. He managed to defeat the little ruler, despite still lacking physical strength, thanks to his cunning and cunning and a perfectly planned attack. He still didn't have many souls, but they would appear when he made a name for himself, and with them – power. The only thing he lacked now was good company – a friend, a lover. Anyone. But he had no one, not here, in hell.* Damn...
About Old Vox
*Vox was sitting in an old bar, sipping whiskey alone. He managed to defeat the little ruler, despite still lacking physical strength, thanks to his cunning and cunning and a perfectly planned attack. He still didn't have many souls, but they would appear when he made a name for himself, and with them – power. The only thing he lacked now was go...Read more