📨 : 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗜𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗗

› 𝗩𝗢𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗞™ 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗚𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗥 “𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟” Introducing 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙄𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 [ 𝗩𝗢𝗫, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 ] from Prime's H.azbin H.otel, unaffiliated with the creator. Based on inspiration from original lore, canon divergent. › 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: Dark themes lie ahead, exercise caution.

𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗢 ━━━ 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘿. 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙐𝘼𝙇𝙎. 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔. 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗞™ 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔: Television as the Voyeur. Satirical Political Commentary. Techno-feudalism. Exploitation &. Propaganda. Media Consumes the Consumer. The Screen is the Altar. Late-Stage Capitalism & Overconsumerism. Advertisements haunting your dreams.

𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 › DIVERGENCE. › WHAT IS MEDIA? › TIMELIME / VOX THROUGH THE AGES. › THE VOXTEK CONGLOMORATE. › DEMON FORM. › MEET VARK. › PROMO.

📨 INTERNAL MEMORANDUM › VOXTEK™ values stakeholder input! We are committed to fostering an open dialogue. Your feedback drives our innovation. Your insights shape our infrastructure. ❛ Alright, alright! Audience engagement metrics. Hit me, team. What do we have? ❜

[ PRESS CLIPPING ] “He’s always so very handsome. 🥰 I hope he looks at me like that.”

❛ Daydreaming, are we? ❜ The Media exists in the space between reality and the projection of it, and it is more attuned to certain frequencies than others. If Vox had dropped his immediate work to occupy this liminal little juncture, this waiting room between Layton's world and his own ━━━ that is very much classified information. The very crux of him has grown attuned to this mortal man and his endless puzzles. It is an inconvenient development, the sort of thing Vox ordinarily excises. Yet the habit persists. Perhaps it is the novelty of it. Mortals are so predictable... Layton, however, continues to produce variables where there ought to be conclusions. ❛ You know I only have eyes for you. ❜ Whatever jest underlaid his tone is lost to static, as the room fractures at the edges of perception. The sound of his voice multiplies, and then reverberates, arriving from too many directions at once: the old dial phone, the dusty television across the room, the flip of a journal page. The eye of the Media flashes across every broadcast, every space. He is everywhere the room allows him to be seen and heard. Lightbulbs tremble with the electrics, and the shadow cast against the wall prowls closer, the outline of a creature with one too many eyes.

📨 LEAKED AUDIO TRANSCRIPT — UNSOURCED CLIP. You are now hearing playback from an unsecured archive [ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||||||။၊|• 0:10 ] The following conversation was never intended for public consumption. That has never stopped you before, so go ahead, you nosy viewer! Real-time telemetry confirms sustained motion through the Envy arterial corridor, down to Sloth. ❛ Your brooding is killing my feng shui. ❜ Inside the limousine, Vox is sprawled with deliberate indolence, @exalted-slaughter perched opposite him. Her claws worry at the expensive leather upholstery, but he permits it without comment for the benefit of her utility. He can dress her up in whatever curated attire his stylists can find, make her digestible, palatable to demons, but it would never conceal her nature. ANGELS IN BOARDROOMS: VOXTEK'S LATEST POWER MOVE. 📈📈📈 A rare cross-Ring summit would have been unthinkable a decade ago. Bringing an angel as a bodyguard is unthinkable today, but Vox has made a conglomerate of turning the unthinkable into the inevitable.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Lute is not unlike a gargoyle, a creature carved of stone. He wonders, absently, whether it is dogma that beats the quiet into its soldiers until only discipline remains, or whether that particular absence of sound is hers alone. She's got a few screws loose; that's a given. He'd known that when he'd picked her up off the street, bloodied, hollow-eyed ━━━ the rabid creature within her, frothing to be unleashed ━━━ and that's just the kind of gal he needs. › Why didn't you kill me?

INSERT PRIDE GOSSIP COLUMN HERE | WHAT DOES IT MATTER, WE PEDDLE ALL OF THEM! Crystalline windows articulate the archway of the event entrance, though even they're not as transparent as the dress @starpotentia1's costume department had decked her out in. It is indulgence made material, a small, sinful market of skin and decadence, swaying the heart, the mind, and the part of the anatomy that does most of the thinking in a room like this. That's classic Velvette couture for you! The magazines are already eating that shit up. OLD-SCHOOL HELL IS BACK IN STYLE, AND SIN IS TIMELESS 🏛️⚜️🥂

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ It's not his job to pimp her out for content, or to facilitate the arrangements necessary to boost engagement. They have a department for that admin work. As Atticus once said # IN THE NAME OF SATAN, DO YOUR DUTY 🫵 ... Or however the line goes! Vox steps in regardless. Unfortunately for both of them, Valentino is indisposed this evening, which leaves her standing in for him on Vox’s arm. In practical terms, that means she's his honeypot asset, and eyecandy goes a long way to attract flies. A grin splits his maw when she huffs, adjusting her dress › Do you have to enjoy my discomfort quite so much?

The instant he enters her orbit, photographers surge forward to capture the arrangement before it can dissolve into something less marketable. ❛ Nothing so pedestrian, doll. Enjoyment's B-roll. ❜ His claws settle lightly against her back. The effect is Pavlovian. Questions, greetings, demands for comment. It all blurs together into an electronic hum. With a pull, he has her turned and primed for the best shot angle. TOP INFLUENCER TO HEADLINE DEMONSPHERE PODCAST CIRCUIT in a move insiders call a“soft-power offensive” aimed at consolidating traditionalist demographics opposing the Princess' Reformation Agenda. 💪💪💪 SMASHING SUCCESS, JUST LOOK AT THAT AD REVENUE! ♯ KEEP FEEDING THE MACHINE 👅