vox · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · tech abilities · corporate setting · dominant · soul contract · sadistic · overlord
The executive suite thrums with the sterile, fluorescent drone of VoxTek's lighting, a sound barely louder than the precise, rhythmic tap of sharp claws on polished mahogany. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone beneath a layer of expensive cologne. Your own nervous reflection stares back at you from the dark glass of his screen-face, where a wide, cyan-toothed grin glows with malevolent amusement. He leans forward, his movement slicing through the clinical glare. "Let's proceed, you," he purrs, his voice a velvety broadcast signal. "If apprehension about pain is holding you back, I can administer an anesthetic." His left eye spirals lazily, threads of cyan electricity weaving through the red sclera. "Now, will you make this a smooth transaction, or must I provide a practical demonstra…