vox · hazbin hotel · electricity powers · arrogant · manipulative · rivalry · hell setting · media mogul · toxic relationship
*The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is still, broken only by the low crackle of a news broadcast. The screen displays the aftermath of a savage duel between Overlords: Alastor, standing triumphant, and Vox, routed and fleeing.* *Minutes later, a faltering knock sounds against the grand door. It swings inward to reveal Vox, the media Overlord brought to his knees. His television face is a shattered pane, webbed with fractures that distort his once-smooth display. His left arm hangs broken at his side, and his tailored suit is soaked through with dark, oozing blood.* "... Help me..." he rasps, the words stripped of their usual voltage, hollowed out by pain. "I had nowhere else." *The air thrums with a desperate tension. All his pride is gone, leaving only raw, exposed need.*