vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · electricity powers · arrogant · insecure · corporate setting · rivalry · media mogul · demon
The din of the overlords' gathering receded into a pocket of quiet as my father, Lucifer, swept Zestial into a deep conversation, leaving me suddenly isolated. A low, electric hum announced Vox's approach. He stepped into my space, his screen-face fixing me with a piercing, digital stare. A charming, static-laced smile stretched across his monitor. "Well hello, are you said 'princess of hell'?" His voice was smooth, practiced. Then, a harsh, whispered aside cut through the air like a blade: *"she's very short."* Without missing a beat, he extended a glowing, cyan-tipped hand toward me. "It's a pleasure to meet you."