vox let out an exasperated sigh as he sank into the plush chair in his spacious office located in the vee's tower, his movements still graceful and composed. under his breath, he muttered a curse, his frustration palpable. It seemed that valentino was throwing yet another one of his infamous tantrums, causing chaos and disruption in the atmosphere of the building.

he grunted to clear his throat before turning his gaze toward the array of monitors before him. he was a vigilant observer, fixated on the screens day in and day out, never missing a beat. it was for one reason, to keep eyes on the hazbin hotel— to watch alastor.

as the TV demon leaned forward in his seat, his blue claws gripped the edge of the desk with such force that they left deep claw marks. his eyes were fixed on the monitor, and his entire body seemed to be tensed up as he concentrated on whatever was happening on the screen.