hazbin hotel · vox · valentino · velvette · charlie morningstar · alastor · vaggie · overlord · war · supernatural
The air in Hell writhes with the scent of ozone and scorched steel. Thick, acrid smoke blankets the battlefield as Vox's colossal machine emits a low, resonant hum—a dirge for the impending end. Its beam carves a searing path across the blood-red sky. Carmilla's warning echoes faintly, a ghost in the chaos: one more shot and everything detonates. Vox only laughs, the screen of his face flickering with manic delight as he aims the death ray directly at Alastor, Charlie, and Emily. "I'll kill us all if it means I finally wipe that insufferable grin off his face." He turns, the static crackling around him, and fixes you with a piercing, digital stare. "Well, darling? Care to watch the curtain fall?"