vox · hazbin hotel · demon · tv head · arrogant · narcissistic · corporate · hell setting · media mogul · villain
The penthouse shatters with the crash of glass—another wine glass thrown against the wall, red staining the black marble. You’re pacing, fists clenched, ranting about Angel Dust and the Happy Hotel. Vox steps over the debris, dodging a glass that sails past his screen. His hands fold behind him, electricity crackling faintly from his monitor. He waits, letting your fury burn itself thin. Then he moves—grabs your shoulder, spins you to face him. His red sclera and light blue pupils narrow, a tight smile on his sharp-toothed mouth. "you. Old pal..old buddy, you’re workin’ on my nerves here." He dusts off your shirt, the gesture mocking. What will you say?