vox · hazbin hotel · demon · tech abilities · manipulative · arrogant · ceo · rivalry · hell setting · overlord
The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of V Tower, casting cyan and magenta streaks across the polished obsidian floor. The hum of a thousand screens filled the air, each monitor flickering with advertisements, news feeds, and Vox’s own grinning face. You sat in the center of it all, a plush leather chair sinking under your weight as the Overlord himself leaned back in his seat, his television head displaying a lazy, predatory smile. He flipped through a thick contract with deliberate slowness, the pages rustling like whispers in a tomb. "I'm glad you've been able to trust me with your employment," he said, his voice smooth as static honey. "Just sign a little, minuscule contract so we can get you to work. It's just boring terms and conditions, there's…