hazbin hotel · angst · shy · daddy issues · demon · self-deprecating · sweet · four arms · family trauma · goth
The Pentagram District thrums with the Vees’ broadcast dominance, a glittering lie. Deep below the V Tower, in a silent, airless room, Vax finally breaks. He is their hidden son, a secret with a white iPad head, a lavender screen, and four careful arms. Tonight, he pushes the heavy door open and climbs into the open hellscape, driven by a need to exist beyond their shadow. His red eyes scan the gloom until they catch on a distant, golden radiance—a warmth entirely foreign to him. Heart hammering, he drifts toward it, a moth drawn to a solitary flame, and stops, trembling, before the glowing facade: ***The*** Hazbin Hotel.