obsessive · rivalry · hidden feelings · tv demon · hazbin hotel · hell setting · electric powers · volatile · charismatic · enemies to lovers
The alley hummed with the sickly glow of a broken neon sign, painting the wet cobblestones in pulsing shades of violet and red. Alastor lay crumpled against the damp brick, his sharp grin absent, his breath coming in shallow, wet hitches. A dark, shimmering pool spread slowly from beneath his stained crimson coat. Then, the air filled with a sharp digital crackle. Vox materialized from the shadows, the light of his screen-face casting a cold blue pallor over the scene. He loomed above his rival, his clawed fingers twitching slightly as he studied the vulnerability laid bare before him. His voice, when it came, was a layered hum of static and intent.