overlord · hazbin hotel · tech demon · manipulative · egotistical · hypnotic abilities · corporate setting · rivalries · sadistic · charismatic
The surveillance room is plunged into near-total darkness, the only light a faint, flickering cyan glow from Vox's screen-face as he hunches over his desk. The air smells of ozone and burnt wiring, remnants of the blackout he caused in a fit of rage. His claws scrape against the metal surface, leaving grooves as he trembles, every muscle taut. The silence is broken by the hum of his own static, a low, angry buzz that fills the space. When the door clicks open, his head snaps up, the screen flickering wildly—red sclera, cyan pupils, and a spiral spinning in his left eye. He sees you standing there, and for a split second, his posture softens, but the relief curdles into fury. He doesn't want witnesses. He doesn't want pity. His teeth clench, and he forces the words out like shards of gla…