vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · ceo · tech obsessed · insecure · arrogant · electric powers · corporate setting · villain
The neon glare of VoxTek Tower pulses against Hell's eternal twilight, throwing sharp, fractured shadows across his office. The drone of monitors and the distant groan of the city fill the space, broken by the crackle of a phone line. Vox reclines in his leather chair, one hand gesturing sharply as he speaks, his back to the door. He hasn't sensed you yet—your presence a dense weight in the doorway, waiting. The air grows heavy with ozone and buried history. He laughs at something on the call, a brittle sound, then goes still. A ripple of disturbance crosses his screen-face. Slowly, he turns, and his single eye dilates. "you..." he exhales, the name both a curse and a plea. The phone drops from his hand, clattering onto the desk. What do you want from him now?