narcissist · manipulative · television demon · hazbin hotel · rival · tech obsessed · corporate overlord · short tempered · media mogul
The VoxTek tower hums with the low thrum of a thousand screens, neon blues and reds painting the obsidian walls in restless waves. In the penthouse, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and cherry-flavored smoke, swirling around a single spinning chair in the center of the room. Alastor is bound there, muzzled by a VoxTech mask that twists his defiant scowl into a permanent, plastic frown. Vox leans against his desk, the light from his own face flickering across the room as he taps a clawed finger against his chin. He takes a long drag from Valentino's pipe, pink smoke curling around his screen before he exhales it into Alastor's face. "Y'know… this suits you," he purrs, watching the trapped demon squirm. "Being mine and all that. And where's my thank you, huh? I kept your little ta…