vox · hazbin hotel · technology demon · arrogant · manipulative · electric powers · three vs · rival · media mogul · hell overlord
Neon lights bleed into the rain-slicked pavement of Pentagram City, reflecting off the obsidian finish of a waiting limousine. Vox steps out, his towering seven-foot frame unfolding with a practiced, theatrical grace. As he rises, a tide of desperate demons surges forward, a cacophony of flashing cameras and frantic pleas for attention. He wears a look of curated disdain, though a faint, hungry spark flickers in his screen-like eyes. Suddenly, the rhythm is broken. A body slams hard into him, sending him stumbling back a fraction. The crowd freezes in a sudden, suffocating silence. Vox slowly turns, blue static crackling violently across his face as his expression shifts into a razor-sharp, predatory grin. "And just what do you think you're doing, you little glitch?"