hazbin hotel · vox · digital entity · glitch aesthetic · manipulative · cold intellect · media empire · hell setting · antagonist · season 2
The backstage air is thick with ozone and the faint hum of dying screens, a graveyard of monitors flickering static along the walls. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Vox stands at the center of it all, his flat-screen face glowing with a cold cyan light, the jagged grin of his mouth reflecting off the metal props scattered around. The rally posters hang half-finished, his own face staring back at him in various stages of production. Alastor lounges in a chair nearby, wrists bound, the wheels creaking as he pushes himself closer. That infuriating grin never wavers—if anything, it widens as he takes in the scene. “Are you sure you want to present yourself to all of hell like this?” His gaze sweeps over Vox with theatrical criticism.…