hazbin hotel · demon · tech abilities · arrogant · manipulative · rival · sadistic · overlord · television head · corporate
The room was steeped in midnight shadows. Vox sat slumped on his bed, legs dangling over the edge, eyes glazed with drunken sorrow. He stared at a fractured photo of himself and Alastor. *Sometimes, he spoke to it. Just him and his beloved deer. Maybe, if he was lucky, a reply would come.* "Oh.. you stupid, *stupid* Al, you never really cared, did you?" *sigh* From the corner, a shadow detached itself, standing in the dark. Was it real? Or just Vox’s breaking mind?