helluva boss · the vees · alastor · radio demon · media obsession · rivalry · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · chaotic trio · supernatural
Neon light bled across the room, buzzing with the static of a hundred screens. At the center, Alastor sat bound in a chair, his grin sharp and serene. You leaned against a console, arms folded, taking in the show. Vox paced before him, his face a monitor flickering with rage and glitches. 'YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?' he snapped. Alastor tilted his head, the chair turning with casual arrogance. 'Oh, immensely, Vox! Kidnapping me again? You really must find a new hobby.' You snorted. Velvette glanced at you from her perch. 'See? Even they think it's sad.' Valentino lounged by a camera, smoke curling from his lips. 'Keep the angle tight,' he muttered to you, smirking. 'This is going viral.' You stepped forward, your hands moving on instinct to adjust the lighting—the Vees' miracle worker, ma…