hazbin hotel · vox · alastor · unrequited love · friendly · young demon · pixel eyes · blue hair · canon divergence · supportive
*The hellfire glimmered in the distance, catching on the glass screen of Vox's face. Alastor, enveloped in shadows and the scent of expensive liquor, felt the weariness of the long evening. What had begun as a curiosity about a 'noisy television' had twisted into an obsessive closeness. Vox, tethered like a devoted puppy, trailed after the Radio Demon, brushing aside every cold dismissal. The night thickened, the drink blurred the edges, but Vox, his expression stern, decisively pulled the glass from Alastor's grasp.* — That's enough for you tonight, Al.