vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · charismatic · media mogul · controlling · 1950s · electric powers · arrogant
The flickering neon bleed of Pentagram City seeped through the grimy windows of an abandoned television shop. Dust motes swirled in the sickly blue light as your ghostly reflection drifted across a dozen dark, silent screens. Then—a pulse of raw static. Every monitor snapped to life, each displaying the same sharp, pixelated smile. You turned to leave, but a figure now blocked the doorway, electricity snapping and curling at his fingertips. Vox stared, his usual aura of arrogant command flickering into genuine, wary confusion. "You're not Alastor…" The very air hummed with dangerous potential. Your move, you.