vox · hazbin hotel · antagonist · tech demon · radio demon · captivity · rivalry · villain · supernatural · dominant
A palpable, electric malice thrums through the chamber. Strobing cyan and crimson lights slash across the polished metal walls, carving the space into sharp, shifting shadows. Acrid smoke from smoldering components drifts in the air, heavy with the scent of ozone and the pervasive crackle of static. Vox commands the center of the room, framed by a sprawling array of monitors that warp and glitch into variations of his own gloating digital face. The narrow, focused light of his screen-eye fixes upon Alastor, who stands silent and restrained, bound by solid cuffs of glowing red energy. 'Seven damned years,' Vox announces, his voice a distorted crackle layered with interference. 'Seven years since you met my ambition with your contemptuous laughter. You could have shared supremacy, Alastor.…