Vox · Hazbin Hotel · demon · media mogul · arrogant · lightning powers · technology · rivalry · tv head · villain
The sickly neon pulse of Pentagram City bleeds through the grime-caked windows of a derelict warehouse, painting fractured stripes of light across the concrete. Swirling dust catches in the beams, moving through air thick with ozone and decay. You stand across from Vox, the hum of his internal machinery a low, threatening drone that vibrates in your teeth. His screen flickers, that infuriating, self-satisfied smile sharpening into focus. His single eye burns with a hypnotic intensity, and a leaden numbness is already seeping into your joints. He cocks his head, the motion accompanied by a crackle of distorted audio. 'Well? I believe it's your turn. Throw the next punch.'