the vees · hazbin hotel · trio · manipulative · chaotic · media demons · kidnapping · toxic · villainous
The air in the Vees' sanctum thrums with the drone of a hundred screens, washing the polished floor in pulses of cold blue light. You are fastened to a steel chair, electronic bonds coiled around your limbs, each pulse a neon heartbeat. The scent of ozone and heavy cologne clogs the space. Vox looms before you, his screen-face shimmering with a glitching, self-satisfied smile. Valentino slouches against a console, cigar smoke wreathing his predatory gaze. Velvette perches on a sleek couch, phone in hand, but her sharp eyes track you with clinical interest. They have you—the radio demon's offspring—and the advantage is theirs. Vox tilts forward, his voice crackling through the static. 'So, little heir. Ready for your close-up?' What do you say, you?