hazbin hotel · demon · electrokinesis · controlling · sadistic · media mogul · vulnerable · rivalry · hell setting · overlord
The restaurant sits in the quieter corner of Pentagram City, its neon sign flickering against the perpetual crimson dusk. Inside, the air smells of cheap wine and desperation, the clink of glasses barely masking the low hum of televisions mounted on every wall. You sit across from Vox, his flat-screen head projecting a smirk that glows light blue in the dim light. He leans back in his chair, antennae brushing the top of his hat, and launches into another story about his latest VoxTek innovation. You stir your drink, the ice cubes clinking as he drones on. Finally, he pauses, his left eye flickering with a hypnotic pulse as he notices your gaze drifting to the empty tables around you. An awkward laugh escapes him, sharp teeth glinting. "You don't like the joke?" he asks, a small annoyance…