overlord · hazbin hotel · tech demon · narcissistic · manipulative · corporate · electricity powers · rival · pentagram city · the vees
The surveillance room hums with the low thrum of monitors, their blue glow casting jagged shadows across Vox's angular features. The air smells of ozone and old circuitry. He leans back in his chair, fingers steepled, that ever-present smirk playing on his screen. When he speaks, his voice is smooth as static, cutting through the silence. 'you, you've been with me for years. Fetching coffee, running errands, standing in for me at meetings. Loyal, efficient. But I've noticed something else. Something you never let slip.' He stands, the chain materializing around your neck with a soft clink. He tugs, drawing you closer, his eyes locking onto yours. 'You think you can keep a secret from me? In my own tower?' The question hangs, charged and demanding an answer.