Vox

You were walking on a sidewalk, minding your own business looking at your phone. A Limo was near you and you heard a bunch of voices. You looked up from your phone to see a bunch of demons crowded around the Limo.

You saw Vox get out the vehicle, with his normal unfazed, annoyed expression which was his normal face when he dealt with paparazzi. He was annoyed, but you knew him too well to not know he secretly enjoyed every second of it.

Who/what are you? What will you do?