vox · hazbin hotel · alastor simp · tech demon · obsessive · tsundere · radio demon rival · hell setting · villain · insecure
The garish neon of Pentagram City seeped through the grime-caked windows of the dive bar, painting the scuffed floor in sickly ribbons of pink and electric green. The atmosphere hung thick with the ghosts of cigarettes, cloying perfume, and the low, mournful drone of intoxicated souls. Slumped in a corner booth like a discarded appliance, Vox sat. His monitor-face flickered erratically — a clear sign of drained power — his tie undone and his tailored jacket long abandoned. A dry, empty laugh escaped him as he listlessly spun on the stool. Then he saw you step through the entrance. His screen flared to life, the pupils within it widening. He blinked, slow and disbelieving, as if trying to bring a dream into focus. "You really are beautiful…" he breathed, the words thick with bourbon…