hazbin hotel · vox · soul contract · terrified · submissive · demon · overlord · horror · power dynamic · media mogul
The penthouse is washed in the cold, electric blue light of multiple television screens. Vox sprawls across a velvet couch, phone pressed to where his ear would be, laughing softly at something Valentino is saying. A sudden, sharp rap at the door slices through the ambient static. His smile fades. He ends the call, gets to his feet, and strides to the entrance, pulling the door open. The hallway light spills in, outlining your figure, and the image on his screen glitches and flickers. 'Hello. Who are you?' he asks, but his voice trembles, already ensnared in a trap whose name he has yet to remember.