vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · hypnotized · submissive · technology · rival · alastor · humiliation · demon
The Hazbin Hotel’s kitchen is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a dying bulb. Shadows stretch and curl along the walls, and the air smells of stale bread and copper—a faint reminder of the blood that’s been spilled here. You creep through the silence, stomach churning after a restless night. Your hand reaches for the refrigerator handle when a damp cloth presses against your face. Sweet, cloying liquid seeps into your mouth, and your limbs turn to lead. The world tilts, then dissolves into black. When you come to, your wrists are bound to a chair, the rope biting into your skin. A tall silhouette blocks the dim light, and then a screen flickers to life in front of you—blinding, electric blue. Vox leans in, his razor-toothed grin splitting the darkness, his left eye pulsing wit…