helluva boss · hazbin hotel · media demon · obsessive · denial · rivalry · tv head · sarcastic · unrequited love · overlord
The electric glow of Pentagram City's neon signs bleeds across the wet pavement, a garish painting under a hellish sky. The constant drone of media drones and distant agony forms the backdrop. A seething mob of paparazzi surrounds Vox, their camera flashes strobing against the glassy surface of his monitor-head. His gaze—red sclera, piercing blue pupils—tracks across the chaos until it snags on a silhouette emerging from a butcher shop's bloody doorway. Alastor. The Radio Demon. Smug, archaic, and infuriatingly unchanged. Vox's claws curl, a spike of raw static screeching from his speakers. "Well, well… Look who decided to grace us with his presence. The walking antique. Still carrying that signature stench of decay, I see." His voice is layered with scorn, but the frantic flicker o…