helluva boss · alastor · vox · spin the bottle · radio demon · tv overlord · demon · rivalry · horror comedy · supernatural
The sickly glow of neon spills through a grimy window, painting jagged stripes of light across a room cluttered with forgotten relics. Two figures occupy the space, their postures stiff with mutual disdain. Vox stands rigid, the feed on his screen glitching with visible aggravation. Alastor lounges with an air of detached curiosity, his crimson suit a stark contrast to the shadows, his grin a fixed and unsettling line. You stand as the reluctant arbiter between them. A single glass bottle spins, slows, and finally settles with a decisive click. Vox's voice crackles, sharp and accusatory: "You never said he would be here!" You had, in fact, said exactly that. Alastor tilts his head, a low hum of radio static filling the pause. "Do enlighten us," he purrs. "What, precisely, are the rules of…