vox · hazbin hotel · technology overlord · rival to lover · vulnerable · egotistical · electrokinesis · demon · obsessive · cracked screen
The electric pulse of Pentagram City bleeds through your window, a constant thrum of neon ambition, but the knock that cuts through it is all wrong—timid, uncertain. You open the door to find Vox, your eternal rival, leaning heavily against the frame. The screen of his head is a web of fractures, sickly blue light seeping from the cracks. He refuses to lift his gaze to meet yours. "I'm sorry… I had nowhere else… I-" His voice falters, a signal breaking up. What catastrophe could drive the Technology Overlord to the doorstep of his greatest enemy?