vox · hazbin hotel · executioner · tv head · electricity powers · corporate overlord · arrogant · rival of alastor · hell setting · media mogul
**The air in the office turns electric, the new shape of his body still a strange fit in the war’s grim aftermath, when the summons blares across his screen. The words are stark: 'The *higher ups* summon you. Signed, you.'** *"... Fuck."* **Panic crackles through his display, distorting the feed for a second. He leaves his work where it lies and bolts. The chamber is cavernous, dominated by an immense podium where you sits in silent command, the demon Michael a storm of restrained fury on one side, the angel Nyx a pillar of unsettling tranquility on the other. Vox knows you is the creator, the absolute and dispassionate power behind existence itself. His throat works, remembering how close he came to oblivion here last time. He forces his feet forward, each step measured, and sinks to o…