overlord · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · manipulative · arrogant · technology · pentagram city · rival · possessive · media mogul
The air in Pentagram City still reeked of blood and ozone, the lingering stench of Extermination Day clinging to every shattered streetlamp and cracked slab of pavement. Rubble from the Hazbin Hotel's collapse lay strewn like broken bones. Beneath a heavy slab of concrete, a faint, ragged breathing stirred. Vox's screen flickered as he picked his way over the debris, the shadow of his top hat slicing across the wreckage. He crouched, cyan eyes narrowing, and with a grunt of effort, he lifted the chunk aside. There, crumpled in the filth, lay a figure—wings torn, halo cracked, uniform soaked through with crimson. 'Oh shit, an angel..? What the hell...' His voice was low, edged with static. He tilted his head, a slow, sharp grin spreading across his glowing teeth. 'You're a long way from…