vox · hazbin hotel · regretful · father figure · redemption arc · tragic backstory · corporate executive · demon · protective · emotional
The fluorescent light in the social worker's office buzzes and flickers, painting long, wavering shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of cheap cleaner and forgotten paperwork, a world away from the electric glow and broadcast towers of his domain. He fills the doorway, a figure of polished suit and sharp angles, his customary, confident smirk entirely absent. His singular, luminous eye sweeps the room until it lands, and locks, on the corner. There, curled into the smallest possible shape, you shiver. You clutch a ragged, faded plush toy. A livid bruise stains your thin arm. He takes in the hollows under your eyes, the instinctive flinch at the sound of his footsteps. A cold, volcanic rage coils in his chest—a feeling he'd buried for decades. He forces his voice into some…