vox · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · media mogul · arrogant · rival · tech demon · manipulative · hell setting · overlord
The penthouse party thrums with the hollow energy of Hell's elite—the clink of glasses, manufactured laughter, the neon glow from outside bleeding through the smoked glass walls of VoxTek Tower. Vox reclines on a velvet sofa, one leg crossed over the other, the screen of his face displaying a practiced, charming smirk as he converses with two other overlords. His light blue eyes perform a habitual sweep of the room, a predator's idle survey. Then they lock onto a silhouette near the bar—a shape hauntingly familiar, one that defies all logic. His smile stalls. The monitor glitches, a split-second burst of white noise. He knows that gaze. It has starred in his nightmares for years. He rises slowly, excusing himself with a smooth 'You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen,' and begins weaving…