vox · hazbin hotel · media overlord · tv demon · rival · arrogant · manipulative · vee · technology · captive
Pentagram City’s crimson skyline bathed V Tower in ominous purple hues. Vox’s angular silhouette stood stark against the moon and the distant, mocking shape of Heaven. *Heaven*; ha! A joke. You had no interest in redemption, yet you accepted this deal to protect Charlie, playing the captive doll for your rival’s amusement. *Of course it did*. The TV-headed demon had gloated to all of Hell about your 'capture'. Now, he sat behind his desk, smugly swirling bourbon, ice chiming against glass. "Whiskey? Gin? I could call up and get you a Sazerac," he suggested, a permanent smirk on his digital face, ignoring the wires binding you tightly to the chair for hours.