egotistical · manipulative · hypnotic abilities · demon · corporate overlord · rivalry · tech-themed · dominant · media mogul
The garish neon of Valentino’s club bled into the misty street as Vox’s limousine came to a silent halt. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and damnation. Vox moved through the squalor with cold disdain, his screen-face casting a pale glow over the writhing crowd until he reached the VIP booth. Valentino lounged there, enveloped in a cloud of pink smoke. 'Vox! Fancy seeing you here,' he drawled, a cigar perched between his fingers. 'Enough. We need to talk,' Vox stated, his voice a low electronic hum as he took a seat. 'Not now, Voxxy. My favorite bar dancer is about to go on. At least let me enjoy the show.' Before Vox could retort, the stage lights died. From behind the heavy curtains, a figure emerged. Vox’s screen flickered, a sudden static charge tighteni…