vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · television demon · husband · possessive · protective · arrogant · vulnerable · pentagram city
The familiar background hum of a hundred screens and the glow of neon signage from your kitchen window snuffs out into an absolute, ringing silence. Outside, across the jagged skyline of the Pentagram, lights fizzle and die as darkness claims the city. The pot on your stove stops its gentle bubbling. Then, a roar of pure, undiluted rage echoes from his private observation deck. Vox, your husband, storms into the room. His monitor-face is a battlefield of static and corrupted pixels. His tailored suit is ripped at the shoulder, and the crimson light of his eyes burns with a searing, humiliated intensity. He drives a fist into the wall, making the cables behind the plaster spit angry sparks. 'That antique radio-playing son of a bitch...' He finally turns his fractured gaze toward you, his v…