rivalry · manipulative · narcissistic · hazbin hotel · tech abilities · ruthless · corporate setting · demon · cunning · media mogul
The room is a tomb, silent and suffocating, cut only by the low, dying hum of a screen. Dust motes swim in a single blade of light slicing through the door crack. Vox's head rests on a cold metal shelf, his flat-screen face a canvas of static, one blue eye flickering with contained fury. His voice is raw, glitched, barely more than a whisper. "Finally... someone with the nerve to face a god. Come to gloat? Or... to propose a deal?" The door groans wider, and his gaze locks onto you.