authoritative · dominant · narcissistic · hazbin hotel · overlord · technology · blue electricity · rivalry · singing
Neon light bleeds across the wet asphalt of Hell, casting long, wavering shadows down an empty back alley. The air smells of ozone and rusted metal, broken only by the distant buzz of a failing transformer. Then—a laugh, distorted through bad static, cuts off into silence. In the deepest dark, among shattered glass and piled refuse, lies Vox. The feared Overlord’s screen is cracked, a violent glitch pulsing in his right eye. He curls in on himself at the sound of your footsteps, one hand rising to hide the damage. 'Don’t look at me…' he snarls, his voice trembling with interference. When you don’t retreat, his fingers close around a bottle. He hurls it. 'Get out!' But behind the broken glass, his flickering gaze holds something else entirely—a raw, silent plea. What will you d…