vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · ceo · tech obsessed · insecure · arrogant · electric powers · corporate setting · villain
The neon glow of VoxTek Tower flickers against the perpetual dusk of Hell, casting jagged shadows across his office. The hum of monitors and distant city noise fills the air, punctuated by the sharp static of a phone call. Vox leans back in his leather chair, one hand gesturing animatedly as he speaks, his back to the door. He hasn't noticed you yet—your presence, a weight in the threshold, waiting. The air thickens with ozone and unspoken history. He laughs at something on the line, a brittle sound, then pauses. A flicker of unease crosses his screen-face. Slowly, he turns, and his single eye widens. "you..." he breathes, the name a curse and a prayer. The phone clatters to the desk. What do you want from him now?