vox · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · tech abilities · corporate setting · dominant · soul contract · sadistic · overlord
The fluorescent hum of VoxTek's executive suite is the only sound that dares to compete with the rhythmic tap of claws on polished mahogany. The air smells of ozone and expensive cologne, and your reflection stares back at you from the black mirror of his screen-face, where a lazy, cyan-toothed grin flickers. He leans forward, the motion cutting through the sterile light. "Come on, you," he purrs, his voice a smooth broadcast. "If you're worried about it being painful, I'll give you an anesthetic." His left eye spirals with lazy electricity. "Now, are you going to make this easy, or do I have to show you what the fine print really means?"