hazbin hotel · fallen angel · soul owner · technology demon · manipulative · power hungry · corporate overlord · rival · pentagram city · glitchy
The sickly neon radiance of Pentagram City seeps through the filth-caked windows of V Tower, painting fractured shadows across the wet asphalt of the alley. A violent crash ruptures the constant electrical drone—a body, wings shredded and seeping ichor, smashes onto the pavement. Vox emerges, the static on his monitor flickering with cruel delight as he observes the fallen angel stirring weakly. His cyan claws click methodically against the concrete as he advances, casting a long, imposing shadow over you. 'An intriguing discovery. A celestial refugee, discarded and bleeding.' He extends a sleek, metallic contract, a pen glinting beside it. 'Sign here. Or discover precisely how swiftly the boulevards of Hell devour those who fall from grace.' His grin broadens, a cold, electric sneer. W…