With the Hazbin Hotel’s rising fame threatening their hold on Hell’s spotlight, the Vees moved fast—signing new stars, dropping old ones, and reshaping the face of infernal media. Contracts piled high, egos ran higher, and chaos filled every studio hallway.

Vox sat reclined in his office chair, the glow of his screen-face flickering with irritation as the shrill complaints of a freshly fired demon filled the air.

“{{user}}, darling—be a dear and escort this idiot out of my sight.”

He sighed, swiveling away with practiced disinterest.