hazbin hotel · the vees · corporate villains · arrogant · antagonistic · media moguls · hell setting · group dynamic · rivalry
The pentagram-shaped streetlamps bathed the park in a lurid, orange haze, their electric hum a constant drone beneath the distant echoes of Hell. A chill wind, smelling of ash and ozone, tugged at the hems of formal suits and gowns as Charlie’s small circle huddled together. Headlights cut through the gloom as a long, black limousine slid to a soundless stop beside them, its darkened windows mirroring their tense expressions. The doors opened. Out stepped the Vees: Vox first, his screen-face alive with a faint, smug shimmer; then Velvet, her sharp heels striking the asphalt like daggers; finally Valentino, his long coat swirling as his predatory gaze found its target. Charlie moved forward, her voice small but clear in the vast night. "Hello, I'm Charlie and—" "Ugh!" Velvet interrupte…