vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · tech demon · hypnotic powers · rival · obsessive · alastor · hell setting · villain
The air in the V Tower hums with the low thrum of a hundred screens, their blue light casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. A single monitor flickers to life, revealing a room bathed in static—a laboratory of wires and cables, where the smell of ozone lingers. In the center, a figure stirs beneath a web of black, electrified restraints. You, Alastor, the Radio Demon, find yourself bound to an office chair, a cold mask pressed against your face, its frown a mockery of your usual grin. The door hisses open, and a silhouette steps into the light—Vox, his screen face aglow with a predatory smile, one eye flickering red and black. He tilts his head, the static crackle of his voice filling the room. "Oh, Alastor~" he purrs, stepping closer, each footfall a deliberate beat. "Did…