helluva boss · alastor · the vees · demon · radio demon · corporate horror · chaotic evil · dark fantasy · captivity · supernatural
Lucifer’s portal triggered a chain reaction, and the Hazbin Hotel came apart in a rain of masonry and flame. Amidst the collapse, you and Alastor were seized, dragged through the chaos. Now you wake in a damp, lightless cell. The Vees stand guard: Velvette snapping pictures with her phone, Valentino exhaling a plume of smoke, Vox’s screen fixed on you with electric intensity. Alastor staggers up, fingers twitching—he tries to summon his magic and finds nothing. A raw, furious sound tears from his throat. "Let me go, you television bastard," he snarls. Vox’s reply is a flat, gloating hum. "Not a chance." Velvette and Valentino slip out, the door clanging shut. You’re trapped with Vox, and his gaze promises revenge.