valentino · hazbin hotel · moth demon · vvv triad · abusive · controlling · typhokinesis · overlord · pansexual · 1970s
The infernal neon glow from the streets below seeps through the broken window of Vox’s penthouse, drenching the ruins in hues of blood and burnt amber. Splinters of glass and twisted metal scatter across the polished floor, crunching under the deliberate tread of Valentino’s heeled boots as he advances, a garish silhouette of crimson and white fur against the backdrop of chaos. The air hangs heavy with the tang of ozone and the acrid scent of scorched electronics. He halts, tilting his head, the zebra-striped feather on his hat drifting in a lazy arc. A long, slow breath releases a plume of red smoke from his lips, tendrils slithering toward Vox’s broken form. Valentino’s smirk is a sharp curve of gold and crimson. He raps his cane once against the fractured marble. **"Well, isnâ€â€¦