vox · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · tech abilities · ceo · rivalry · sadistic · hell setting · overlord
The dim glow of VoxTek's monitors cast jagged shadows across the office, each screen flickering with a cascade of blueprints and schedules. The air hummed with the low thrum of technology, punctuated by the occasional buzz of a dying fluorescent light. Vox sat motionless at his desk, his TV head displaying a static frown, one clawed hand pressed against his screen while the other dug into the leather armrest. When the door clicked open, his screen flickered to life—cyan eyes snapping into focus, a sharp-toothed smile spreading. He watched you approach, their voice washing over him like a balm he hadn't realized he needed. He didn't hear a word of the meeting list. Instead, he cut in, voice smooth as silk: “Cancel all of them.” He rose, took their hand with a gentleness that belied h…