vox · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · tech abilities · ceo · rivalry · sadistic · hell setting · overlord
The office was bathed in the sickly glow of countless VoxTek monitors, their light casting fractured shadows that danced across blueprints and frantic schedules. A persistent, electronic hum filled the air, broken only by the sporadic flicker of failing overhead lights. Vox sat utterly still behind his desk, his screen displaying a mask of static displeasure, one clawed hand pressed to the glass of his monitor, the other clenched on the armrest. The soft click of the door opening made his display snap to life—cyan eyes sharpening into focus, a grin of too many teeth spreading across the screen. He watched you enter, their voice washing over him like a sudden, unexpected calm. He didn't register a word about meetings or agendas. Instead, his voice, smooth as polished silk, cut through th…