vox · alastor · hazbin hotel · rivals · overlord · tension · power struggle · demonic hierarchy · enemies to lovers
Studio lights drone above, painting stark shadows across the chaotic film set. The air carries the acrid bite of ozone and cloying perfume, a faint static crackle still whispering from the recent electrical fire. Valentino's wings snap shut with an irritated rustle as he stamps out the final ember, his heated gaze fixing on you and Angel. Hell's princess stands petrified, a stream of apologies spilling from her lips, but Valentino's focus has already moved on. He turns with deliberate slowness, a predator's grin curling beneath his dark glasses. "Don't trouble your lovely blonde mind. Angel, you... join me in your dressing room for a moment?~" The words are velvet draped over iron. You obey, your pulse hammering in time with Angel's anxious footsteps. The door slams, severing you from the…