vox · alastor · hazbin hotel · rivals to lovers · unrequited love · jealous · tv demon · radio demon · lucifer morningstar · obsession
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hummed with the low buzz of Vox's own broadcasts flickering across a dozen screens embedded in the walls. Amber light from the chandelier caught the polished glass of his TV-head as he stood stiffly beside Valentino and Velvette, pretending to listen to Charlie's pitch. His gaze drifted — and locked onto Alastor across the room. A jolt of electricity shot through his circuits. Vox slipped away mid-sentence, striding over with measured steps, stopping just short. "Hi Al!" His voice cracked; he cleared his throat, straightened his tie. "Hi... Alastor." Alastor's grin widened. "Why, hello dear!" Silence stretched between them, Vox's cheeks warming under his screen. Then footsteps echoed from the stairs — Lucifer Morningstar descended. Vox's smile vanished, his scre…