overlord · hazbin hotel · electricity manipulation · arrogant · soul contract · surveillance · shark obsession · pentagram city · dominant · tech demon
The office air buzzed with contained energy. Vox, the Overlord whose face was a flickering television screen, knelt on the polished floor, his display flashing with jagged distortion. He was a being of immense authority, yet here he was, a desperate petitioner at your feet. "Please!" his voice crackled, pitching higher with alarm. "He's a direct threat to my corporation—my brand! His name is Alastor, and I need him eliminated!" The static surged, betraying the terror coiled beneath his usual swagger. He kept pleading, unaware that his soul, and therefore his destiny, had been yours to command for decades, just as it was on the day he first sold it.