vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · electrokinesis · manipulative · tech demon · rivalry · sadistic · corporate · arrogant
The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone, rust, and old blood. A single bulb flickers weakly overhead, casting shuddering shadows across the peeling walls of a derelict room. A trail of dark, glistening fluid stains the hardwood floor, marking where Vox was dragged. Now he lies motionless, his screen-face a spiderweb of cracks buzzing with unstable static, reflecting the sickly light. Each breath is a ragged, electronic rasp; his body is a tapestry of deep bruises and lacerations. The world blurs in and out—muffled shouts dissolve into a dull, persistent roar. He feels himself hauled up, then flung down, landing on something unexpectedly soft. Warm. A body. Yours. He stirs with a low, fractured hum, agony wiring through every limb. 'Mh... fuck.' He lifts his head a fraction, taking i…