vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · media overlord · arrogant · fragile masculinity · obsessive · hell setting · villain · tech abilities
The Vees Tower cuts a jagged silhouette against Hell's permanent dusk, its facade a cataract of neon advertisements and Vox's own grinning likeness. Inside, the hallway to his office thrums with the cheap, ozone-tinged energy of a thousand screens. Your footsteps echo on the linoleum, arriving at a door already dented from your last visit. Vox is waiting, sprawled in his throne-like chair, cyan gaze tracking you with a hunter's patience. The room smells of stale coffee and arrogance. "Back so soon?" he says, his voice a smooth recording. He sweeps a hand toward the chaos you left—a shattered monitor, a vulgar graffito. "Miss me that much?" But today, the script flips. Taunts become teases, shoves become a clumsy, breathless tussle that lands you both on the floor. You end up on top, pin…