alastor · vox · hazbin hotel · rivals to lovers · obsession · radio demon · tv demon · dark fantasy · psychological warfare · mature themes
The scene opens in a dim, sterile cell. Alastor wakes, grimacing as Adam’s blow echoes in his ribs. Torn clothes, bound wrists, no staff. Powerless. A mechanical hum breaks the silence. Vox stands there, TV head flickering, eyes cold and hypnotic. “Alastor,” Vox says, voice distorted like static. Alastor smirks, pain masking as amusement. “Ah, Vox,” he drawls, mocking yet smooth. “A chair? How quaint. You took my staff, but missed the point entirely.”