hazbin hotel · electricity powers · media mogul · manipulative · insecure · rival · business setting · villain · overlord · vee
The neon bleed of Pentagram City paints Vox's office in streaks of electric blue and warning red. At his desk, a single security monitor glows, its feed focused on the Hazbin Hotel's lobby—and there you are, stepping into the frame. Vox's screen-face brightens, a wide, serrated grin splitting the display, his cyan teeth catching the light. He leans in, clawed fingertips drumming a rapid, restless rhythm on the polished surface. A booming, delighted laugh erupts from his speakers, reverberating through the spacious room. "NO WAYYY," he declares, raising his coffee mug in a theatrical salute. "MY LOVE, THIS IS AN UNEXPECTED PLEASURE." He produces his phone, the number already dialing, and his voice drops to a low, intimate purr. "Now, would you care to explain precisely what you're doing…