Mine ( Vox X Reader )

Chapter 16

She sat down at the table. Camera flashes immediately assaulted her face. Every journalist clutched their notebook tightly, paper crumpling beneath their grip. Y/n's cold gaze made them uneasy. She already looked bored with them, distant—untouchable.

Inside, Y/n was confident. She had spent the night replaying every confrontation she'd ever had with journalists, in both her past life and this one. She would be fine. Just fine. She could also feel Vox's fierce eyes on her. She knew he was watching. She knew that one wrong move would be dissected and lectured the moment she stepped out of the room.

Her morning had already begun with a storm, articles flooding the internet when Vox announced she was now part of the Vees and that an interview with Y/n would take place later that afternoon.

''BREAKING NEWS: OVERLORD Y/N BETRAYS THE HAZBIN HOTEL AND JOINS THE VEES!''

''Y/N L/N DISAPPEARED FOR MONTHS—ONLY TO RETURN AS A VEE''

''Y/N L/N JOINS THE VEES AFTER IT IS REVEALED HER PARENTS ARE IN HEAVEN''

''Y/N BETRAYS THE RADIO DEMON TO JOIN HIS MOST WELL-KNOWN ENEMY, VOX''

It pissed her off. She usually did whatever she wanted and dealt with her own consequences—but now her actions affected others. The articles weren't just about her anymore. Any damage she do to the Vees' reputation, Vox would make her pay for twice over—maybe even three times.

She had always been a loner. Always. And now she had to reshape her morality to fit a team, at least in the public eye.

''Three.

Two.

One.

Action.''

The cameras started rolling.

The moment she heard the click, Y/n's expression shifted into a practiced smile—polished, artificial. Friendly. Approachable. Inspiring. A model for the public to admire. That was what she had done her entire life.

Vox couldn't play her on this. He couldn't trick her—not here. They were both masterminds.
Shaping public opinion. Controlling the narrative. That was what they were best at.

The first journalist stepped forward, his hands shaking as he tried to appear confident. When Y/n's gaze turned to him, he nearly dropped his notebook before tightening his grip on it as if his life depended on it. ''D-Do yo—'' He gulped and cleared his throat. ''You were at the Hazbin Hotel not too long ago. You fought against the Extermination with them. What made you change teams?'' He finished in a sigh, almost relieved to have gotten the question out.

She didn't move, nor did she hesitate. Her answer came immediately—precise, calculated, as if she had already seen the future.

''Some people see better opportunities elsewhere. I stand against the angels. The hotel is siding with them, and I don't agree with that vision.''

Her gaze stayed locked on the journalist, confident, unwavering—not a single stutter. He merely wrote down her words before stepping back.

She glanced to the side, catching Vox's reaction. He was listening. No smile. Just watching.
His screen showed no glitches, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall—silent, evaluating.

''But your parents are angels. Siding against the angels means turning your back on your own blood.'' Y/n's expression faltered—almost imperceptibly. She knew this question would come. She had spent hours crafting an answer for it.

Before she could speak, another journalist cut in.

''Some say you'll betray sinners to save your parents. Do you have anything to say to that? Can we really count on you?''