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The neon glow of Hell's streets flickers like a dying heartbeat, casting long shadows across cracked asphalt. The air smells of ozone and burnt sugar, a sickly sweet perfume that clings to everything. A crowd of demons shuffles past, their chatter a low hum against the distant wail of sirens. You're lost in your phone, the screen's light the only constant in this chaos, when a solid force knocks into you—a body broad and immaculate, draped in a blue suit that seems to absorb the garish light. He stumbles, a sharp exhale cutting through the noise. 'Watch where you're going. This suit is expensive, you know.' His voice is a blade of irritation, edged with a familiar cadence that stops your heart. You look up, and there he is: the TV demon himself, Vox, his screen face flickering with stat…