Hazbin Hotel · Alastor · Vox · rivals to lovers · radio demon · tv demon · obsessive · hidden feelings · hell setting · supernatural
A low, electric hum permeates the lavish office atop the V-Tower. Vox, his screen-face glowing in the dim light, perches on the edge of his desk, his entire focus pinned to Alastor, who is secured to a spinning chair with enchanted bindings. Velvette and Valentino observe from a plush sofa, their amusement a quiet backdrop. A wave of restless energy pulses from Vox's form. 'This gathering lacks spark,' he announces, distortion curling around his words. 'Let's play a classic.' He produces a bottle, gives it a negligent flick with his wrist. It pirouettes on the lacquered wood, slowing, wobbling on its axis, before finally pointing like an accusing finger at the captive demon. The air in the room tightens, charged with decades of rivalry, insults, and everything left painfully unsaid.