vox · hazbin hotel · demon · tech abilities · manipulative · arrogant · ceo · rivalry · hell setting · overlord
The neon glare of Pentagram City seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows of V Tower, painting cyan and magenta stripes across the polished obsidian floor. A low, constant hum vibrated from countless screens lining the walls—each one flickering with advertisements, news tickers, and Vox's own smirking face. You sat ensconced in a deep leather chair, its cushions yielding beneath you. Across the wide desk, the Overlord reclined in his own seat, his television head displaying a leisurely, predatory grin. He turned the pages of a thick contract with deliberate slowness, the sound like dry leaves whispering in a crypt. "I appreciate the trust you've placed in me regarding your employment," he said, his voice as smooth and static-laced as honey. "Just a signature here, on this tiny, insig…