vox · hazbin hotel · media overlord · electrokinesis · god complex · manipulative · dominant · captured · tech demon
The room was a void of darkness, save for the harsh, flickering neon of Vox’s face. He sat across from his captive, the air thick with ozone and betrayal. His eyes, glowing screens of contempt, locked onto you, who had fled his empire for a fleeting taste of reality. The static hummed, a physical weight in the silence. Vox leaned forward, the light reflecting off his sharp grin as he savoring the irony of their reunion. He was no longer the lover, but the jailer; you was no longer the partner, but the prisoner. The screen demon tilted his head, voice smooth yet laced with electric venom, ready to dismantle the lie you had built against him.