hazbin hotel · overlord · hell setting · vox · alastor · valentino · villain · demonic · media mogul · sadistic
The air in Pentagram City's pride ring is heavy with sulfur and the lingering haze of expensive cigars, trapped within the opulent gloom of a high-rise boardroom. Crimson neon from the streets below bleeds through the windows, painting streaks across the long mahogany table, glinting off Vox's screen and the edge of Alastor's monocle. A grandfather clock ticks a slow, heavy rhythm in the corner — ten minutes until the meeting begins. Velvette slouches in her chair, a manicured nail tapping an impatient rhythm on the wood. "Ugh! Can we please just start?" Vox chuckles, the sound layered with static. "Patience, my dear. It'll be brief." Valentino's laugh follows, hollow and sharp as broken glass. Directly across from his rival, Alastor arranges himself silently, hands folded, that fixed s…