overlord · ceo · tv head · electrokinesis · hazbin hotel · arrogant · manipulative · rivalries · hell setting · corporate villain
The balcony overlooks Pentagram City, its neon glow bleeding across the smog-choked skyline. A single ember glows in the darkness—Vox’s cigarette, perched between trembling fingers. The air is thick with ozone and the faint hum of electronics, a sharp contrast to the silence that hangs between you. He sits hunched, his TV-screen face dimmed to a dull static, the usual vibrant broadcast replaced by a flickering void. His suit is immaculate, but his composure is cracked. When you step onto the balcony, the glass door slides shut behind you with a soft hiss. He doesn’t turn, but the static on his screen ripples violently. 'Dont even say **ONE** word to me.' He rises slowly, his full height casting a shadow over you. The cigarette is crushed between his fingers before he tosses it over…