Dictator charlie - Vox's hell

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #604
part 1: https://pastebin.com/LwRxTRNH
part 2: https://pastebin.com/7yHcR14j
part 3: https://pastebin.com/AfxC5i7f
part 4: https://pastebin.com/uHK1m26T
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 1: https://pastebin.com/mW1E0BCD
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 2: https://pastebin.com/T8gpjxCJ
DC timeline Octavia: https://pastebin.com/tmxYDp4t
Dictator charlie - alt-ending: https://pastebin.com/NREXyytV
DC what if part 1: https://pastebin.com/pErwRZ58
DC what if part 2: https://pastebin.com/9B0FTHnT
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 1: https://pastebin.com/eKiaizwB
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 2: https://pastebin.com/y2Zrm8e7
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 3: https://pastebin.com/4aCEZ0Nc
Timeline shenanigans happens: https://pastebin.com/C1jgFV52
Dictator Charlie - Revengance 5000: https://pastebin.com/CpfCQYji
Dictator charlie - Lilith is alive: https://pastebin.com/Uxe3mJ2Q
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Since no-one's reposting it:

>Vox isn't merely enslaved
>He's been incorporated
>He doesn't sit at a desk, thoughtlessly signing one form after another as soon as Queen Charlotte sends them beneath his pen, hoping that if he keeps working he'll escape Val's fate
>He's an integral part of the regimes propaganda
>Literally
>The important parts of The Media Demon are wired directly into the grid at the Infernal Information Management Center
>Everything else was cut off and tossed into the trash heap to corrode and rot away
>Not that anyone ever makes it far enough inside Ministry Building #164 to actually see The Central Processor face to face, but in the hypothetical scenario that by some miracle a rebellious demon were to make it past the standard automatic perimeter defenses, and then past the substantial number of guards who attended to them, and then from there make it past the heavy units from The Enforcers Of The Queens Will, and after that somehow defeat a full platoon of the finest and best-equipped troopers The Overwatch Of Hell's Populace has ever produced, and after that, their commander, sporting weapons that even Charlotte's top scientists don't really understand, they wouldn't find some grand icon of thought control
>They'd find what seemed to be a flat-panel TV screen, suspended from a net of more wires than anyone could possibly count, in a chamber full of electronics too vast to see the edges of
>In between flickers of the various accounts of every sin a mortal soul had committed, being shunted into containment cells to remind the occupants of why they deserved to be sent straight to the abyss instead of being offered the barest chance of redemption, they might spot a pained face
>If they lingered, the face might begin to speak, brief snippets slipped out in between the usual prerecorded reminders that Overwatch was everywhere and how much stronger enforcers were than exterminators
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>Given enough time, the poor, overburdened piece of equipment would make its wishes clear
>Maybe only a word or two at a time, being so otherwise consumed with serving as a central piece of the queen's misery machine, but the message would be a simple one, easy enough to convey
>"Please, kill me"
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>"I'm sorry"
>"I picked the wrong side"
>"I thought Valentino and Velvet were the safer bet"
>"I was wrong"
>"I know I should have bet on Charlie's little project"
>"I should have been nicer to Angel Dust"
>"I should have offered Alastor a handshake and a peace treaty instead of just breaking balls"
>"I should have done a lot of things"
>"Maybe just one of them would've stopped this"
>"But I didn't do any of them, silly me"
>"My life was a chain of fuckups, and so was my afterlife, and now here I am"
>"Here we are"
>"Please, I just want to rest now, I'm so tired of being, having to think and feel and...BE"
>"Please, let me stop being"