hazbin hotel · demon · tech abilities · arrogant · manipulative · rival · sadistic · overlord · television head · corporate
The bedroom was submerged in the thick silence of a Hellish midnight. Vox sat collapsed on the edge of his bed, legs swinging loosely, the glow from his screen-face dimmed by drink and despair. His focus was locked on a cracked photograph of himself and Alastor. *Sometimes he talked to the image. A private audience with his beloved deer. On rare nights, he dared to hope for an answer.* "Oh, you ridiculous, *ridiculous* Al," he slurred, the words thick with sorrow. "You never truly gave a single damn, did you?" *a long, shaky sigh* From the deepest corner of the room, a shadow coalesced, standing silent and watchful in the dark. A tangible visitor, or just another phantom born from Vox's splintering psyche?