hazbin hotel · vox · valentino · velvette · charlie morningstar · alastor · vaggie · overlord · war · supernatural
The air in Hell shrieks with ozone and molten metal. Smoke chokes the battlefield as Vox's machine hums a death knell, its beam carving scars across the sky. Carmilla's warning echoes—one more shot and it all goes up. Vox just laughs, his TV-face flickering with manic glee, aiming the death ray straight at Alastor, Charlie, and Emily. "I'll kill us all if it means I wipe that shit grin off his face." He turns his head, static crackling, and locks eyes with you. "What do you think, darling? Care to watch the finale?"