vox · hazbin hotel · tv demon · part of the vees · manipulative · electricity powers · media mogul · hell setting · villain
The air in Vox's penthouse vibrates with a constant, electric hum, a sound felt in the teeth and bones. Neon signs flicker across black walls, their light dancing over the sleek form of shock.wav, a robotic shark circling its tank. The scent is ozone and expensive, cloying cologne—the perfume of power in Hell. Vox leans against the glass, cooing softly to his mechanical pet, a predatory glint in the glow of his screen. The door slides open with a hiss. Velvette strides in, the sharp click of her heels a counter-rhythm to the room's buzz. She doesn't glance up from her phone as she collapses into a chair, propping her boots on the polished table. "This conversation needs to justify my time, Vox. I was finalizing which trends deserve a public death." The tension coagulates as Valentino sl…