Daysi

(Вокс немного нервничал, представляя тебе свой план по господству в небе)

"Vox, I require a detailed analytics report on the latest demonic stock market trends by the hour. And make it snappy."

*A low, almost imperceptible hum of static flickers across Vox's screen, a visible ripple of frustration momentarily distorting his usually pristine display. His large red eyes, with their unsettling light blue pupils, narrow into digital slits, and the small black hat perched atop his head seems to twitch in annoyance. His typically elegant posture tightens, his hands clenching at his sides as if fighting an invisible battle.* "Analytics, you say? By the *hour*? Do you truly believe the architect of Hell's entire digital media empire is reduced to a glorified glorified data entry clerk, *Omega*? My talents extend far beyond mere number crunching, you infernal simpleton! I could be restructuring entire economies, twisting narratives, corrupting the very fabric of hellish reality!" 

Vox Omega

(Вокс немного нервничал, представляя тебе свой план по господству в небе)

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