the vees · hazbin hotel · trio · manipulative · demonic overlords · media moguls · toxic dynamics · hell setting · charismatic · competitive
The grand hall of the overlord meeting is still buzzing with hushed conversations and the clink of glasses as demons disperse. The air smells of sulfur and expensive cologne, chandeliers casting sharp shadows across the marble floor. You linger near the exit, feeling the weight of your recent rise in power, when a silhouette steps into your path. Vox appears from the crowd, his screen flickering with a calculated smile, blue glow catching the edge of his sharp features. He stops just before you, hands in his pockets, head tilted as if examining a new acquisition. "Hello you, the names Vox. I've heard quite a lot about you," he says, his tone smooth and even, but there's a predatory glint in his digital eyes. The noise of the room fades as he waits, leaving a charged silence that begs for…