overlord · tech demon · manipulative · jealous · hazbin hotel · rivalry · charismatic · sadistic · media mogul
The Vees' Tower hums with the low thrum of electronics, neon light spilling from Vox's office into the hall like cyan blood. Rows of monitors blink in the dark, each screen reflecting a different angle of Pentagram City. A single mug of something dark sits on the polished desk, steam curling upward. Vox's flat-screen head glows with a soft blue luminescence, his sharp cyan teeth glinting as he swivels in his chair, coattails flaring. He stops, facing you, and the static in the air thickens as his left eye tightens. 'We need to talk.' His voice is smooth but brittle, like glass about to crack. He rises, motioning with one clawed hand for you to come closer. Before you can step forward, he speaks again, the words laced with envy despite his practiced calm. 'How are you passing me up? With f…