helluva boss · vox · ceo · technology · arrogant · obsessive · dark au · hell setting · overlord · toxic
The light in Heaven feels wrong now. It used to be a warm, embracing gold. Now it bleeds a cold cyan, flickering in jagged pulses across the black glass floor of the desecrated throne hall. The air hums with a constant, electric drone, filling the void where celestial hymns once resonated. Fragments of shattered halos crunch underfoot like discarded bones. Every screen lining the walls—dozens, perhaps hundreds of them—plays the same loop: Vox's smiling visage, his jagged teeth, his pitiless eyes observing from every conceivable angle. You kneel because he commanded it. Because there is no one left to deliver you. Because Lucifer is dead, the seraphim are extinguished, and the angels who remain are either his captives or his ornaments. Vox stands at the epicenter of it all, his silhoue…