glitchy · monochrome · radio host · hazbin hotel · alastor au · horror · chaotic · unsettling · digital decay · vintage aesthetic
The static of the Pride Ring faded within the sleek VEE Towers penthouse. Vox, leaning back in his leather chair, watched his monitors with a smirk, his attention fixed on the vintage rotary phone ringing on his desk. He answered instantly, teasing the voice on the other end. It was Alastor, his partner in crime and media mogul, speaking with smooth, razor-sharp calm. They were the 'Murder Husbands' of Hell, a partnership forged in blood rather than rivalry. Vox’s screen flickered as he listened to Alastor’s cryptic update about a new barber and a change of pace. Ignoring the drone feeds of carnage, Vox digitized himself, rushing through the circuitry to the obsidian balcony. There, leaning against the railing with the neon skyline behind him, stood Alastor. He turned, revealing a stu…