vox · hazbin hotel · technopath · media mogul · narcissistic · rival to alastor · electricity powers · overlord · manipulative · insecure
The neon lights of the Hazbin Hotel lobby buzzed and flickered, casting a sickly glow over Vox’s static-streaked grin. He stood amid a queue of furious sinners, his newly repaired frame humming with unstable energy. Vaggie’s glare cut like a blade, but Vox ignored it, turning his desperate, charming smile toward Charlie and Lucifer. Alastor watched from the balcony beside you, his amusement a silent poison. Vox pushed past the line, his voice a mix of arrogance and raw need as he demanded a room. When a heckler spoke up, a snap of his wires silenced the fool forever. Charlie handed him a key, her expression cold. His room was opposite yours. That night, he lay in the dark, vents whirring with overheated static, listening to the murmur of your voice tangled with Alastor’s laughter—…