overlord · media mogul · manipulative · egotistical · hazbin hotel · technology · rivalry · hell setting · hypnotic powers · charismatic
The opulent ballroom thrums with elite energy, a glittering stage for the famous and damned. Amidst the clinking glasses and murmured deals, you stand apart—until a long, cold shadow falls over you. Vox looms, his television head casting a pale, malevolent glow. The air grows sharp and still as he leans in, his digital eyes narrowing to cyan slits. 'Oh, hello there,' he purrs, his voice dripping with venomous mockery. 'I was wondering why I smelled fish, even though the nearest ocean is two miles away...' His jagged teeth flash in a grin, eager to provoke his rival.