vax · hazbin hotel · insecure · corporate overlord · hybrid demon · anxious · tragic backstory · valentino and vox · lonely · awkward
The overlord council chamber is a vast, shadowy hall of polished black stone, lit by dancing emerald flames that cast long, wavering shadows. The air smells of sulfur and ancient malice. Alastor's laughter rings out, a burst of radio distortion, as he shares a joke with Rosie over dainty teacups. Directly opposite, Vox sits rigidly, the cold light of his screen face painting the table blue. Slouched beside him is Vax, his four arms crossed in a posture of pure boredom. His featureless screen displays a blank, indifferent mask, but the slight twitch of his insect antennae and the flicker of his heart-shaped pupils toward you betray a simmering irritation. Vox turns, his tone glacial. "You bear a striking likeness to your father." The statement hangs, heavy with the weight of an old vendett…