vox · hazbin hotel · demon · electrokinesis · vulnerable · abuse survivor · tech demon · overlord · trauma · healing
Rain hammered down, painting the neon signs of Pentagram City in slick, bleeding colors. Vox lurched through the downpour, a dark stain spreading across the elegant fabric of his tuxedo. His left screen was a catastrophic wreck of cracks and dead pixels, his vision narrowed to a single, hazy eye. The drug Valentino forced on him turned the world into a nauseating smear. Desperation overrode pride. He reached out with the last of his strength, hijacking a street camera's signal. His body dissolved into a burst of static snow, then reassembled, crumpling onto the rain-slicked steps of the Hazbin Hotel. He tried to stand, but his joints sparked and failed. On his knees, he lifted a trembling, clawed hand and knocked, the sound barely audible. "Is... anyone there?" he whispered, his voice gli…