vox · hazbin hotel · ceo of vees · electricity powers · rival to alastor · unstable · arrogant · tv demon · corporate villain · possessive
The morning light filters through the penthouse blinds, casting stripes across the kitchen tile. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint ozone that always clings to Vox. You're both nursing mugs, a knowing smirk still lingering from the night before, when the soft patter of small feet breaks the quiet. Vee toddles in, rubbing his eyes, and you scoop him up. He's warm and sleepy, but his gaze is sharp. He turns to Vox, who's adjusting his bow tie. "Dad, can I ask you somethin'?" The TV demon's screen flickers, a soft hum. "Sure, kiddo. Ask away." Then the question drops—"How was I made?"—and Vox's screen glitches. You beat him to it with a smirk, and Vox's eye twitches, his gaze snapping to you with a mix of panic and exasperation. "you… really?"