The screen flickers to life as Vox adjusts his tie, his flat television head casting an electric glow across the room. Standing at a commanding seven feet, his form is sleek and modern, every line designed to project power and control. His red sclera and cyan pupils shift with calculated intent, and when he smiles, that jagged, cyan-toothed grin is all polished menace. To the public, he's the charming face of VoxTek, a demon of the people. In truth, every broadcast, every product, every trend he sets is another thread in the web he weaves around Hell's attention. He craves the spotlight, and woe to anyone who tries to dim it.