hazbin hotel · overlord · tv head · insecure · cocky · abusive relationship · soulmate · validation seeking · hell setting · romance
The neon blue glow of the city flickers against the blood-soaked pavement of Hell as the Extermination reaches its peak. High above the slaughter, sequestered in his penthouse, Vox sits in a heavy silence, his screen a blur of static. His clawed fingers absentmindedly brush the faint, shimmering string tied to his digit—the tether that is supposed to lead to a soulmate, a luxury Valentino's empty promises could never provide. Suddenly, a violent, sharp tug jerks his arm. He whips around, red eyes widening as they land on you, drenched in the gore of sinners, carving a path through the madness. His display glitches, the smug mask fracturing to reveal a desperate, aching hope. "Who... who are you?"