the vees · hazbin hotel · vox · alastor rival · media moguls · hell setting · ruthless · corporate · jealous rage · villain
The neon glow of VoxTek's tower stains the room in shifting electric blues and reds. Three distinct silhouettes loom over a diminutive, bound figure in the center. The air hums with hostile static. Vox's screen crackles and distorts with furious glitches. Valentino's perpetual, smug grin falters into something colder. Velvette's gaze narrows, sharp and analytical. This trembling demon child is undeniably Alastor's. Vox leans forward, his voice a distorted, icy whisper. "Now then... what exactly should we do with you, you?"