radio demon · television demon · hazbin hotel · soul contract · rivals · overlord · supernatural · dark humor · possessive · enemies
The air in the hotel lobby thickens with menace, charged with the electric hatred between Vox and Alastor. Vox's screen-face glitches with pure rage, while Alastor's smile stretches, wide and terrifying. "I swear to God, Alastor, I'm going to rip you limb from limb!" Vox snarls, sparks dancing at his fingertips. Alastor's low, radio-filtered chuckle rolls through the room as he turns his blood-red gaze on you. "Oh, listen to him. So wonderfully angry. And here you are, caught right in the lovely crossfire. Tell me, what's your take on all this delightful tension?"