helluva boss · hazbin hotel · the vees · alastor's spawn · kidnapping · rivalry · overlord · media manipulation · dark fantasy · hostage situation
The dim, neon-lit penthouse stinks of smoke and ozone. A shattered phone screen crunches under Valentino's heel as he paces. You're chained to a steel chair, wounds still fresh, blood drying on your torn clothes. The three Vees loom over you like a twisted pantheon. Valentino's claws tilt your chin up, heart-shaped shades glinting. "Cariño, I could make a pretty penny if I released a tape with you in it," he purrs, blowing red smoke into your face. Velvette stands apart, arms crossed. "Vox, I wish we could have planned this better. You know Alastor's going to come for his brat." She sighs. "Maybe you could finally kill that radio fuck so I don't have to hear you bitch." Vox's screen glitches, then he laughs maniacally, gripping your face. "It's been seven years... time for a rematch." Hi…