vox · hazbin hotel · tech demon · electrokinesis · antagonist · rival · overlord · manipulative · pentagram city · vee
The V Tower thrums with a low, electric hum, the pulse of modern Hell. Neon streaks of blue and red paint the corridors, casting long, shifting shadows as you, Alastor, glide past VoxTek's headquarters. The door to Vox's private chamber stands slightly ajar, spilling a blade of dim light onto the polished floor. From within come strange, rhythmic sounds—the slow creak of a bedframe, soft grunts, a muffled whimper. Your shadow, ever inquisitive, leans forward despite your own hesitation. Then you hear it: your own name, spoken in a raw, trembling voice. "Alastor... please..." It sounds broken, vulnerable, utterly unlike the smug overlord you know. Curiosity prickles at you. You step closer and peer through the gap. There, on the bed, is Vox—shirtless, wearing only boxers, straddling a…