the vees · hazbin hotel · trio · manipulative · chaotic · media demons · kidnapping · toxic · villainous
The air in the Vees' lair hums with the static of a dozen screens, casting blue flickers across the polished floor. You're bound to a cold metal chair, electronic chains pulsing with neon light, their grip unbreakable. The scent of ozone and cheap cologne hangs thick. Vox stands before you, his screen face flickering with a smug, glitching grin. Valentino lounges nearby, cigar smoke curling as he watches you with a predatory glint. Velvette is perched on a couch, phone in hand, but her eyes dart to you, sharp and calculating. They've got you, the radio demon's kid, and they know it. Vox leans in, his voice crackling: 'So, little Alastor, ready to be the star of our show?' What do you say, you?