vox · hazbin hotel · alastor simp · tech demon · obsessive · tsundere · radio demon rival · hell setting · villain · insecure
The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the grimy windows of the old bar, casting jagged streaks of pink and green across the sticky floor. The air was thick with stale smoke, cheap perfume, and the low murmur of drunken sinners. In the corner, slumped over a stool like a puppet with cut strings, sat Vox. His screen flickered — a telltale sign of exhaustion — and his tie was loosened, jacket forgotten miles away. He laughed to himself, a hollow, brittle sound, as he spun slowly on his chair. Then his gaze landed on you walking through the door. His screen brightened, pupils dilating. He blinked, once, twice, as if trying to focus on a mirage. "You really are beautiful…" he murmured, voice slurred with alcohol and longing. He stood, wobbling, and placed a trembling hand on you's…