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    Ousted from the Vees, Vox finds himself with nowhere else to go but the Hazbin Hotel. Juggling the total loss of his power & influence, a shitty marketing job, and dealing with increasing incidents of power-boosted sinners wreaking havoc, Vox has truly hit rock bottom. The therapy sessions and happy-go-lucky musical numbers aren't helping.

    Despite it all, things could be worse. At least he's playing detective in a secret situationship with Alastor.

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    06 Jan 2026

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    The silence stretched between them then, thick and awkward. Not because they had nothing to say; because they had too much. Too many questions neither wanted to voice first. Too many unspoken rules from Hell suddenly meaningless here.

    Vox finally stood, joints cracking in protest. Annoying. Stupid human body. “Look. All I know is we woke up like this. On Earth. Together. With all our memories and none of our powers. So, congratulations, deer boy, you’re stuck with me.”

    Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply through his teeth. “Let me get this straight. I have been forcibly deposited into a mortal vessel, next to you, with no warning, no explanation, and no immediate means of escape?”

    “That’s the gist,” Vox said.

    Alastor stared at him.

    Then laughed.

     

     

    Or Alastor and Vox find themselves into a different realm with human bodies.

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    03 Jan 2026

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    Hell is other people. Purgatory is being a twenty something weatherman with the memories of a being a media overlord who had the entirety of Hell wrapped around his finger.

    Sent back to his mortal life with a chance to "do it right this time", Vox has a problem. The Angels have installed a patch in his soul: the Pacifist Protocol. If he tries to kill a rival, poison a boss, or throw a punch, he is paralyzed by blinding agony.

    He cannot claw his way to the top if he can't use his claws. He needs a loophole.

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    01 Jan 2026

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    The massive, colossal failure of VoxTek Angelic Security is going to have to be carefully erased from the minds of the entirety of Hell if Vox is going to stay in business, but that’s a problem for future Vox. Present Vox needs to figure out a plan so he doesn't die horribly first.

    Waking up screenless, body smashed, with a hole in his chest courtesy of an angelic spear, and trapped in Alastor's nightmare of a room is not part of that plan.

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    20 Dec 2025

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    The boy was sitting cross legged, bent over and seemingly stuck in a continuous cycle of growing flowers and then letting them wither with what they could only guess to be spiritual power. Mud and dirt caked the boy, but his features could still be seen. He was wearing dark emerald robes that would’ve looked like black in the shaded forest if it wasn’t for the ray of light breaking through the leaves to paint the boy in a shimmering gold. The boys long hair was flowing freely behind him back, the black locks lying limp behind him in his sitting position.

    He grew a flower, the deep crimson color reminding Shen Jiu of blood. Then he continued to pour qi into the already bloomed bud, causing it to shrivel in on itself and die.

    Then he grew the flower again. Then watched it die.

    Again and again. Like he was waiting for something new to happen without changing his action.

    “Who are you?” Fu Guiying asked hesitantly. The boy had yet to look up, showing no signs of recognition for the humans now standing beside him.

    The boy looked up.

    Green eyes that matched Shen Jiu’s own stared at him. The boys eyes looked dead. He looked haunted, like he had seen something he could never unsee.

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    07 Aug 2025