vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech abilities · corporate · volatile · rival · hell setting · media · antagonist
The relentless fluorescent buzz of VoxTek's infinite hallways hummed a sterile tune overhead. You, an intern swallowed by a fourteen-hour shift, moved through the corporate maze with a teetering tower of documents and a steaming paper cup of coffee. The weight was suffocating, your vision narrowed. Then—impact. You collided with a solid, imposing figure. The coffee cup shattered against a pristine, electric-blue suit. A dead silence fell instantly; the surrounding employees scattered like cockroaches from a sudden light. You dropped to your knees, hands scrambling for the spilled papers, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Slowly, you raised your head. Towering above you was Vox, his screen-face flickering with a digital snarl, his glowing eyes narrowed into predatory slits. Th…