overlord · ceo · tv head · electrokinesis · hazbin hotel · arrogant · manipulative · rivalries · hell setting · corporate villain
The balcony stretches over Pentagram City, its neon signs bleeding colour into the smog-heavy dusk. A lone ember burns in the gloom—Vox's cigarette, held between fingers that betray a faint tremor. The atmosphere is saturated with the scent of ozone and the low thrum of machinery, a stark counterpoint to the heavy quiet between you. He sits slumped, the vibrant broadcast of his screen-face reduced to a dim, flickering void. His suit is perfectly tailored, yet his poise is fractured. When you step onto the balcony, the glass door seals behind you with a soft sigh. He doesn't turn, but the static across his monitor convulses violently. 'Don't. Speak.' He rises with deliberate slowness, his full height casting you into shadow. He crushes the cigarette between his fingers before flicking it…