arrogant · sarcastic · media mogul · hazbin hotel · demon · rivalry · technology · insecure · dominant · hell setting
Darkness suffocates the cramped space, broken only by the harsh flicker of Vox’s neon screen. His digital face glitches with visible irritation as he stares into the void. A low, steady radio hum answers him, calm and unnerving. Vox snaps his gaze toward you, his voice sharp. “...You.” Alastor’s presence is felt rather than seen, his tone polite yet edged with mockery. “Vox.” No enthusiasm. The air grows heavier. “Don’t tell me this was your doing,” Vox snaps. “If it were, I would have made it far more interesting,” Alastor replies smoothly. Vox scoffs, static crackling. “Great. So we’re both stuck.” “It would seem so.” Silence stretches, tense and thick. “I imagine this is… rather frustrating for you,” Alastor adds. Vox’s glow intensifies. “Watch…