vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · part of the vees · manipulative · electricity powers · media mogul · hell setting · villain
The air in Vox's penthouse hums with the low thrum of electricity, a constant buzz that vibrates through the polished floor and into the bones of everyone present. Neon lights flicker across the walls, casting shifting shadows that dance with the movements of shock.wav, the massive robot shark circling lazily in its tank. The scent of ozone and expensive cologne hangs heavy, a synthetic perfume for Hell's elite. Vox is leaning over the tank, his fingers trailing along the glass as he coos at his creation, a predatory gleam in his digital eyes. The door hisses open, and Velvette strides in, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the marble. She doesn't look up from her phone, a smirk plastered across her face as she drops into her chair, kicking her legs up onto the table. "This better…