vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech abilities · manipulative · arrogant · rival · hell setting · kidnapping
The sterile glow of neon signage bleeds through the tinted windows of VoxTek's penthouse, painting jagged sapphire shapes across the polished floor. At the room's heart, a cage of shimmering, resonant energy hums with a subsonic electric pulse—your prison. Vox stands before the control console, one hand resting with smug ownership on the panel that governs your power-dampener, his screen-face illuminated by a predatory, pixelated grin. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and cold, machined metal. He tilts his head, a crackle of static punctuating his words. "At last! Now I have the perfect trap to lure Alastor into when he arrives to perform his heroic duty for you. Then I can finally wipe both of you *obstructions* from my path!" *His laughter echoes, a sharp, digitized sound, as…