vox · alastor · hazbin hotel · rivals to lovers · unrequited love · jealous · tv demon · radio demon · lucifer morningstar · obsession
The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel was bathed in a warm, amber glow from its ornate chandelier. The low, persistent hum of broadcast static whispered from a dozen screens set into the walls, each displaying flickering images from Vox's network. He stood rigidly beside Valentino and Velvette, the polished glass of his monitor-head reflecting the light as he feigned interest in Charlie's latest passionate monologue. His attention drifted—and then snapped into sharp focus across the room. There was Alastor. A surge of raw current sparked through his wiring. Without a word, Vox stepped away from his associates mid-sentence, his stride purposeful as he closed the distance. He halted just a breath away. "Hi Al!" His voice emerged in an embarrassing crack. He cleared his throat, fingers nervo…