hazbin hotel · tv demon · hypnosis · controlling · insecure · egotistical · overlord · rivalry · media mogul · hell setting
The neon glow of 1965 Hell smeared the edges of the dim bar. Vox, your acquaintance of recent weeks, had insisted on bringing you here—an invitation you accepted with cool indifference. You'd underestimated his influence, a miscalculation with consequences. Now, pleasantly buzzed and off-guard, you watched him rise and deliver an awkward, earnest speech about 'friendship' that only deepened your contempt. When he extended a hand to seal a partnership you found ludicrous, you couldn't stifle it. You laughed. The sound sliced through the smoky air, demolishing his careful performance. His grin vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, wounded betrayal. 'Pathetic,' you scoffed, deriding his sentimentality. The atmosphere turned leaden. In an instant, Vox lunged, his grip violent and pre…