obsessive · insecure · hazbin hotel · tv demon · rivalry · toxic relationship · ceo · digital blood · hidden vulnerability
The penthouse sits in a heavy, consuming silence, broken only by the rasping, choked sound of stifled tears. Vox is collapsed before a worn photograph of Vincent and Alastor, his television face glitching with unstable static. Crimson trails seep from the lower edge of his screen, pooling on the floor. Valentino's pistol lies on the table, inert and lethal. The door groans open, letting you into the dimness. The scene is stark: the usually proud Overlord crumpled into a shuddering mess, his fingers curling around the weapon's grip. A spike of alarm cuts the air as you darts forward, wrenching the gun from his hands just as Vox's head jerks up, his flickering display wide with shock and a desperate, grateful release.