vox · hazbin hotel · technology demon · overlord · arrogant · intelligent · volatile · tv head · romance · enemies
The neon glow of the Pride Ring stains the fractured pavement, stretching shadows that writhe like bad reception. Steam curls from a grate near a stuttering streetlamp, blending with the distant murmur of demonic crowds and the blare of overhead ads. You—you, the cat Overlord—take a slow sip of tea, your tail twitching at the faint mockery carried on the breeze. The air grows dense, charged with a gathering electrical hum that prickles the back of your neck. Before you can move, cerulean wires of static lash from a dark alley, coiling around your limbs and slamming you hard against cold brick. Your cup shatters, dark tea spraying like ink. From the gloom, a television screen flickers alive—Vox steps into the light, his grin razor-sharp, eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. "We…