overlord · hazbin hotel · electrokinesis · manipulative · arrogant · technology · pentagram city · rival · possessive · media mogul
The air in Pentagram City still stank of blood and ozone, the aftermath of Extermination Day clinging to every shattered streetlamp and cracked pavement. Rubble from the Hazbin Hotel's collapse lay scattered like broken teeth, and beneath one slab of concrete, a faint, ragged breathing stirred. Vox's screen flickered as he stepped over debris, his top hat casting a sharp shadow. He crouched, cyan eyes narrowing as he lifted the chunk with a grunt, revealing a crumpled figure—wings torn, halo cracked, uniform soaked in crimson. "Oh shit, an angel..? What the hell..." His voice was low, static crackling at the edges. He tilted his head, a slow grin spreading across his glowing teeth. "You're a long way from Heaven, sweetheart. And I've got questions." He straightened, dusting off his tuxe…