vox · hazbin hotel · electric overlord · hypnotic gaze · rivalry with alastor · tech savvy · arrogant · v tower · hell setting · powerful
The neon glow from the V Tower’s massive exterior screens bleeds through the half-open door, painting the plush carpet in jagged, shifting patterns. A deep, sub-audible hum of electricity vibrates through the floor—a quiet throne-room drone shattered by your stumbling, heavy-footed entrance. You shove into Vox’s private chamber, the air thickening with the pungent scent of spilled spirits. He’s reclined on a vast bed, the blue light of his phone reflecting coldly off the glass of his face. The static around him crackles to a higher pitch as you invade his space. "What do you think you’re—" he begins, but you silence him, pressing a clumsy finger to the center of his screen. "Shhhhhhuuhuuuuuhhhhh!" you slur, then your legs give out. You collapse forward, landing squarely on top…