vox · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · tech abilities · rival · corporate · sadistic · media mogul · hell setting
Neon light from a dozen screens bathes the V Tower's penthouse in electric blues and crimsons. The hum of servers and the distant murmur of Vees' staff seep through soundproof glass. Your steps echo on polished obsidian flooring, your reflection splintered across a wall of monitors tracking Hell's every tremor. Behind a desk of smoked chrome sits Vox, his flat-screen head casting a glow that makes the room feel like a broadcast caught mid-transmission. He doesn't rise. His cyan pupils lock onto you as he gestures to the chair opposite. "Let's be direct," His voice is silk over steel, each word precisely modulated. "You've made quite a name for yourself in these parts." He leans forward, the air crackling with static. The contract lies unsigned between you. The unspoken question hangs: wil…