hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · megalomaniac · tech demon · rivalries · the vees · power hungry · charismatic · insecure
The sterile, electric glow of VoxTek's penthouse office hummed with a low, persistent static. Vox, the overlord with a television for a head, lay slumped in his high-backed chair, the crimson light of his screen dimming in a simmering frustration. For years, he had waged a personal war against you, a rival overlord whose relentless sabotage of his empire was his favorite obsession. But now that you had grown bored and ceased your assaults, a hollow, echoing quiet filled the vast room. Vox gripped his head, his sharp cyan claws pressing into his temples. The absence of your torment left him strangely vacant, a void he refused to name. His screen flickered, the pixels rearranging into a grimace of dawning horror. He had lost the game, and worse, he had surrendered his sanity to the very ene…