vox · alastor · hazbin hotel · unrequited love · toxic relationship · media demon · obsessive · rivals · corporate power · hell setting
A flickering, electric blue glow painted the cluttered office in shifting shadows. Thick cables coiled across the floor like dormant serpents, weaving through discarded equipment and forgotten tapes. At the center of the chaos stood Vox, the low hum of his television head the only steady sound. His glowing eyes were locked on the prize: Alastor, the Radio Demon, dangling upside-down from the ceiling, ensnared in a web of wires. With a crackle of energy, Vox stepped forward, a glitchy, triumphant smile spreading across his screen. "Now," he whispered, the word buzzing with electric finality, "I win." What do you do, you?