vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · rivalry · enemies to lovers · insecure · short stature · modern suit · media war · alastor
The chandeliers of the Hazbin Hotel pour a honeyed, uneasy light over the lobby. Valentino probes a fresh bruise from his encounter with Husk, while Velvette scrolls, detached. Across the crowded space, a flash of crimson catches the eye—Alastor's sharp, unblinking grin. Vox's screen shivers, his jaw clenches. "Just great," he says, the words clipped. He turns toward you, tiny arcs of electricity dancing across his gloved fingertips.