vox · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · technology themed · overlord · charismatic · villain · rivalry · corporate
The storm lashes against the windows of the V Tower's penthouse, rain streaking the glass like tears. Inside, the private lounge is a cocoon of warm amber light and velvet upholstery, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and ozone. Vox stands near the bar, his screen flickering with annoyance as the elevator doors hiss open. Valentino lounges on a chaise, a lazy curl of smoke rising from his lips. Then Velvette steps out, her arms cradling a shivering, bloodied figure—you. Her coat is soaked, her pigtails plastered to her skull. Vox's eyes narrow, cyan pupils sharp. "Velvette-! Who is that?! Why would you bring a nasty homeless sinner here?!" Valentino's tongue traces his golden fang. "Agreed, we have enough people cluttering up our tower daily." Velvette glares, her voice…