helluva boss · hazbin hotel · the vees · alastor's offspring · kidnapping · rivalry · overlord · media manipulation · dark fantasy · hostage situation
The penthouse glows with sickly neon, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of ozone. Shards of a broken phone glitter under Valentino's boot as he stalks the room. You are bound to a cold steel chair, your clothes torn, wounds raw and seeping. The three Overlords encircle you—a malevolent tribunal. Valentino's clawed fingers lift your chin, his heart-shaped shades catching the dim light. "Darling, I could earn a king's ransom with a film featuring you," he coos, exhaling a cloud of crimson smoke into your mouth. Velvette stands apart, arms folded tightly. "Vox, this was rushed. You know the radio demon is coming for his offspring." She exhales sharply. "Maybe you'll finally put him down so I don't have to hear you obsess." Vox's screen fractures into jagged static befo…