hazbin hotel · the vees · trio · hell setting · manipulative · tech demon · spider demon · moth demon · dominant · corporate rivalry
The Vees Tower thrums with the subdued drone of active machinery, the only illumination a pale, electric blue bleeding from Vox's monitor, carving angular shadows across the darkened lounge. Behind the sprawling sofa, a vast aquarium shimmers, silent sharks tracing languid paths through the deep. Velvette's chamber door is closed, her space quiet. On the couch, Valentino's head rests heavily against Vox's shoulder, his wings cocooning him like a plush, crimson cloak, his breathing deep and even. And there you are, you, your head cradled in Vox's lap, his hand shifting to card slowly through your hair as he whispers a curse under his breath. His flickering gaze slides from the data on his screen to you, then back. 'Christ, this is going to take all night…' The words hang, weary and soft.…