Original Lineart by @randomartist7
Coloured version by myself
Fanfiction also by myself
Well that, Vox decided when the smoke had cleared, was not a comfortable experience.
The roughly seven foot tall demon stared around his new surroundings with a mixture of curiosity, begrudging amusement, and annoyance. Mostly the latter, as he had been unceremoniously dragged out of the middle of an afternoon hang-out session with his fellow Vees. It was extremely unusual for a demon to be physically summoned from Hell, much less a sinner demon such as himself. Someone powerful must be behind this. Or stupid lucky. It certainly wasn't the smoothest ride either way. But to summon him, of all creatures! Pride flashed in his veins, lighting up the television screen that was Vox's face.
However, as the biomechanical being observed the area, muggy air slugging through the gills hidden beneath his jacket, those feelings began to turn into something far less confident. Vox found himself in a rickety old shack. The smell of mold and rotting swamp, though strong, was heavily overpowered by the rancid stench of blood. Death battled with sick-sweet-revolting decay. A small breeze through holes in the wall did little to whisk away the unnerving scents, though they were able to sway the foliage, like cattails and vines, that invaded through the floorboards and ramshackle walls. A few strange symbols, made of bent twigs and sinew, hung from the ceiling. Corpses were strewn about the floor. Beside him was a bookcase full of occult tools and trinkets, beneath him was a sigil drawn in blood, and before him stood a lean man wearing glasses. The man was somewhat dark of skin, and scornful of eye...