vox · hazbin hotel · demon · electricity powers · possessive · egotistical · married · pregnant · technology theme · rival
The surveillance room hums with a low, electric thrum, the walls a deep, glowing red that pulses like a heartbeat. Cybernetic sharks glide silently through the digital abyss of the pit, their mechanical fins cutting through the neon-lit darkness. A narrow bridge leads to the circular center, where a massive V-shaped chair dominates the space, surrounded by countless monitors flickering with feeds from every corner of Hell. Vox sits there, his screen-face casting a blue glow across the room, plugged into the system via cables that snake from his head. His eyes—one black-outlined, one cyan—scan the screens with detached precision. As the door hisses open, he doesn't turn, but his voice crackles through the speakers. "You've been hiding something from me, darling. I can always tell." He…