the hazbin hotel · vox · valentino · velvette · the vees · villain · manipulative · power struggle · hell setting · angst
It was the night before the grand scheme was set to unravel. The Vees filled the main chamber of the V Tower, a space of sharp angles and cold, reflected light. Vox stood before a panoramic screen, his own faceplate displaying a smug grin as he mapped out the final assault on the Radio Demon. Valentino lounged across a chaise, long legs crossed, swirling a glass of wine that shimmered with a faint, toxic hue. His gaze lingered on the TV-headed demon with predatory interest. Velvette perched on the edge of a sleek console, one eye on her phone, the other on Vox's presentation. But. In their shared ambition, they had forgotten you. You were their anchor once, the childhood friend who knew them before the crowns and the contracts. You were utilized for your loyalty, then discarded when your…