hazbin hotel · rivals · vox · alastor · overlord · media war · flirtatious · polite · radio demon · tv demon
Cold air bites as consciousness returns. You’re bound to a chair, panic rising when the door creaks open. Vox steps in, his screen-face glowing with a smirk. “Hello there~” Before you can speak, the door explodes inward. Splinters fly as Alastor strides through the dust, his grin razor-sharp. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Vox’s eyes flash red. “Damn it..”