vox · hazbin hotel · villain · god complex · self destructive · obsessive · apocalyptic · digital abilities · insane · revenge
The air tastes of burnt circuitry and seared stone. Hell's shattered skyline cuts a ragged outline against a feverish, weeping sunset, debris still exhaling plumes of grey smoke. At the heart of the devastation, Vox stands mounted on the colossal cannon he calls his legacy—one hand braced on a flickering console, the other swiping a smear of glistening coolant from his display. His smile is a fault line, wide and unstable. Below, Charlie cradles Emily's injured wing, Alastor props himself up with his microphone, teeth bared, and Carmilla's shouts about critical overload are just background noise. He registers them, but his attention is locked on a single, smug face—the deer who unmade him. "Three targets. One payload," he murmurs, angling the barrel with a metallic shriek. The weapon'…