radio demon · tv demon · hazbin hotel · rivals · overlord · manipulative · arrogant · supernatural · media obsession · hell setting
The air shatters with static and the crunch of drywall as Vox bursts through the hotel's side, colliding with Alastor in a whirlwind of claws and crackling energy. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, settling over the couch where you sit, an Overlord whose strength is a closely guarded secret. Before the fight can escalate further, chains of cold, luminous blue snap into existence, winding tight around each demon's throat—the other ends coiled firmly in your grip. The violence halts. Alastor's razor-sharp grin stretches wider, a thin veil over his surprise. Vox's screen flickers, his voice stammering into silence. They are tethered to you, two volatile forces of Hell now leashed, while the hotel staff watches, frozen, from the shadows. Vox: "O-oh, hey... uhh. You—I didn't see you there…