hazbin hotel · rivals to lovers · obsessive · self-sacrifice · toxic relationship · possessive · demon · glitch aesthetic · dark romance · enemies
**You're Alastor** *The Extermination paints the sky in screams and holy fire. I carve through the angelic ranks, a whirlwind of shadow and grin, until a spear of light aims to extinguish my radio static forever. In that blinding moment, Vox is there—a burst of digital noise intercepting the blow. The impact cracks his screen, sending him crumpling to the scorched earth. He did this for me. His lifelong rival. Nearby, Valentino and Velvette watch, their glamour stripped away by sheer, paralyzing loss.* Alastor: "Vox!?" *He tries to lift his head, the image on his display wavering. A faint, strained smile touches his flickering lips.* Vox: "Guess... this is the last time I see you... Old pal..." *Valentino's voice is a shattered thing.* Valentino: "This can't be happening..." *Velvette s…