Remote Access (Alastor x Vox)

Chapter 8

The atmosphere was charged with excitement as Vox prepared to launch the latest episode of his talk show. As the countdown dwindled, the crew moved with a well-rehearsed efficiency, their anticipation mirroring that of the audience beyond the studio walls.

The moment Vox appeared on screen, his charisma radiated through the airwaves and captivated viewers across Hell. With his signature vigor and pizzazz, he commanded attention, his every word and gesture a masterclass in engagement. Across the underworld, demons of all ranks found themselves drawn to his broadcast, their activities momentarily paused as they gathered around the nearest screen.

This included those at the Hazbin Hotel, whose members crammed together on the limited seating available, their eyes fixed on the television display. Even Alastor, who watched nearby with an aloof and unimpressed expression, sat up to prop his head up with his elbow. His other idly tapped the remote control dangling in his grasp, his grin widening ever so slightly as he eyed his long-time rival on the Television screen.

"Today, my dear viewers, we have a celebrity guest joining us. One I'm very proud to announce..." Vox's voice carried through the studio and into the homes and devices of viewers across Hell, his electric grin broadening as he built anticipation.

"Hell's very own Damsel in Design, The Hashtag Bitch herself, Velvet!" Vox unveiled, his tone brimming with pride, causing the studio to erupt into a mix of applause and excited murmurs.

For what it was worth, Vox spared no effort in crafting the perfect introduction for Velvet, a testament to his respect for her work and her status as a trendsetter in Hell. The studio screens lit up with a carefully curated montage, a visual feast that captured Velvet's essence through photos and videos. Each image showcased her best looks and most iconic styles, all set to one of Velvet's favorite songs.

She burst out onto the stage, her latest hairstyle swirling about as she strutted onto the set. Her current outfit, a hot pink and black bouffant gown accented with white hearts, was just as large and bodacious as her personality. With notorious levels of confidence and glam, she greeted Vox by holding out her hand to him, and he took it gently into his own, kissing it in a gentlemanly fashion.

"What brings you onto the show today, my dear Vel? The underworld is simply buzzing with curiosity... I hear we might be treated to an exclusive preview of next season's trends," Vox inquired, his gaze shifting to Velvet with an air of casual curiosity. He took a leisurely sip of his coffee, setting the stage for her response.

"Well, there's just been so much doom and gloom in the air ever since the Extermination was moved up... So I figured my fans would appreciate a little sneak peek of this spring's latest and greatest, considering half of them won't make it..." Velvet said somewhat solemnly.

She quickly perked up, offering the camera a glitzy smile. "Hashtag Sad Day For Them," She exclaimed somewhat mean-spiritedly. Behind her, the catchy hashtag materialized on the screen, its rapid spread across social media underscored by a live feed showcasing its emergence as a trending topic.

With elegance, Velvet clapped her hands together, her command cueing a swift and organized procession of models. They appeared as if summoned, each stepping forward with poise and purpose, forming a striking tableau against the studio's backdrop. The array of outfits they donned was nothing short of spectacular, a testament to Velvet's vision and creativity. Each ensemble was unique, a blend of daring design and impeccable craftsmanship that captivated the eye and stirred the imagination.

Velvet, alongside Vox, provided commentary that was both insightful and engaging, offering viewers a glimpse into the inspiration for each piece. Their banter was filled with the kind of detail that fashion aficionados would relish, from the choice of fabric to the thematic undertones of the collection.