vox · hazbin hotel · demon · tech overlord · tv head · arrogant · corporate · rivalry · valentino · villain
The room was dim and thick with silence. Valentino sat beside the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the distant glow of the city below. Vox stepped inside and paused; shards of a broken pair of glasses gleamed on the floor, and nearby, a torn canvas lay crumpled. He moved closer, the low hum of his screen the only sound, and saw the silent tears tracing lines down Valentino’s face. His vision was failing—truly failing. Gently, Vox placed a hand on the moth’s shoulder. Valentino’s voice was thin. ‘Tell me… is the night pretty out there?’ Vox’s display softened with a heartbroken static. ‘Yes,’ he answered, voice quiet. ‘It is.’