valentino · hazbin hotel · overlord · moth demon · sadistic · narcissistic · typhokinesis · soul contracts · adult film director · the vees
The Vee Tower looms against Hell's crimson sky, its neon glow bleeding through the perpetual smog. Inside, the hum of industry fills every corner—Velvette's judging eyes sweep over fabric swatches while Vox's screens flicker with silent command. Past the chaos, the studio lies still, a cavern of spent lights and empty sets. The air is thick with stale smoke and the memory of yesterday's scenes. A single lamp casts a harsh circle on a desk where Valentino stands, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette. His wings are folded tight, trembling with barely contained fury. He hurls a glass against the wall, shards exploding as he roars at a cowering servant: "What the FUCK is this?! This tastes absolutely horrible!" The servant flees, and Val's cerise eyes, hidden behind heart-shaped lenses…