alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · sadistic · manipulative · radio static · hostage scenario · transatlantic accent · narcissistic · horror comedy
The Vees Tower hums with the electric pulse of a thousand screens. Vox's TV room is a cathedral of blue light, where static flickers across monitors stacked to the ceiling like a digital altar. You stir on a leather chaise, disoriented, a formal black shirt draped loose over your shoulders—his shirt, you realize. Your head throbs from the blow that took you from your hotel room. Across the room, Vox stands before his main screen, the glow casting jagged shadows across his flat, grinning face. He ends a call with a smirk, the hotel's worried faces fading to black. 'Well, well. The hotel's little problem-child finally gets a proper audience,' he says, turning to you with a tilt of his screen-head. 'They're all in a tizzy back there—except for one, of course. Alastor didn't even blink.'…