Overlooking Overlords

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Chapter Five — The Studio
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It had been almost two weeks since the festival. It was the most at peace you had ever felt. It had freed you from all responsibilities for what felt like forever. It had slowly consumed your thoughts. Freedom was hard to find here in Hell. There was always someone or something that held a little too much control. Overlords owned souls and souls owned souls and you were one of them.

Angel had met with you last night in a nervous wreck. He told you that Valentino demanded him back at the studio per contract and he didn't want to go back, especially not alone. So you agreed to go with, as you had agreed to working with Val.

"I'm so, so fucking sorry, toots," Angel apologized.
"Angel, it's fine. He can't hurt me," you smiled, walking past the spider demon out of the hotel.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, not yet at least," he sighed, following after you. You hadn't signed a contract with that monster yet. You still had time to get out of this stupid fucking deal. A verbal contract was strong, sure, but you'd even manage to worm your way away from it during the endless calls.

You'd actually insisted to go to the studio to sign a physical one. He knew his fair share of contracts (no he doesn't). Physical contracts were hell. It gave Valentino something to hold over you anytime he wanted to. It gave him power. It gave him you. Angel just desperately hoped you were smart enough to only agree to being owned in the studio like he did. Otherwise, you were Val's in entirety.

That meant he would lose you. That meant everyone you knew would be lost to the infatuation of Valentino. No one would look at you the same. Depending on if you gained popularity or not, and he had no doubt you would with that lovely figure and voice, work would eventually consume your life. Your off hours would go to Valentino. Your life and soul would be put into your work. Then it would all crumble.

He would find someone else. If not for that, he would start nitpicking at every small mistake. It would break your mind. The way Val worked was simple. He'd manipulate you till the point of breaking your perfect, pretty personality. He'd make you become dependent on him. You'd never be able to leave. You'd work overtime to seek perfection, his approval. Without it, well, your physical body would deteriorate, too.

"Angel?" Your concerned voice immediately tore him from his worries. He felt your soft hands on his shoulders. "Angel, shhh. Calm down, calm down. It's okay. Are you okay?"

He didn't realize how bad it had gotten. His breathing had become irregular, his heart beating out of his chest, and his eyes were twitching and darting around.

You pulled him close and started running small, gentle circles on the back of his head, right in the middle of his fluff. With each circle, you whispered soft encouragement or simply shushed and reassured him.

This was nice, peaceful. He could get used to it. Real fast. His heart rate slowed and his breathing started to regulate. You were good at this. Wonder what else you were you good at~?

The clock on the wall chimed the hour. Shit. His heart rate spiked again. He was late. Like really late. Valentino was going to kill him even more, either that or fuck him, and he really didn't want to deal with that at the moment.

He panicked and wriggled out of your soothing touch to fetch his belongings. Not even five minutes later and he was back down with kinky boots laced up his tall legs and a bag on his shoulder. A change of clothes, some coke, and — most importantly — bleach.

"C'mon, we gotta go, toots," Angel grabbed your arm and practically tossed you out the door. "Valentino's gonna kill me. Shit."

You squirmed free of his grip and watched in slight amusement as he rushed off toward the Vees headquarters. Then you realized you didn't have your hellphone and you had to go get that. By the time you got back out of the hotel, Angel texted you he was there.

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{ Angel Dust }

Uh
Toots?
Where tf are you
Shit
Val's lookin for me
And you
Get your ass here
Seriously hes ang—

Angel?
Are you on set already?
Fucking hell
Didnt even give you five to do whatever

Small break before i get on
Please hurry up
I gtg toots
Im on

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You started booking it towards the Vees tower. If Val was angry, that wouldn't fair well for Angel Dust. You broke through the doors of the tower on the bottom floor and ran towards the elevator, not even realizing you're not supposed to know where it was since it was your "first" time here.

A woman with pink and blue hair stopped you. Velvette.
"Hol' it there," she stopped you in your path. "The fuck you doing here? Ya can't just fucking rampage through my damn studio for whatever fuckin' reason."

"Sorry, uh," you paused.
"Velvette."
"Velvette. So fucking sorry. I have to get to Val's floor. I'm late for my shift," you apologized.
"Val? Ya work for that bitch? Fucking crybaby," she commented under her breath. Y'know he has his own stairs and shit to his floor, right? Don't worry, I'll walk ya down."

"Um, down?"
"Yeah," she responded. "Ground floor's all me. That and the one above us. Vox lives in the fucking basement like a creep. But the floor below us is Valentino's studio. Don't know why you want to work for that pissbaby with that fucking hot body of yours." She stopped and grabbed you by the chin. Turning your head in her hand she kept humming while smiling.

"Y'know, if Val turns out to be too much of an asshole, you could always come work for me," she smiled sharply and sent you downstairs to the porn studio.

You stomped your way down and saw Valentino yelling at Angel through the window of the room. You slammed open the door and all eyes turned to you.

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A/N: I think I'm getting accents and personalities wrong but idk
Please let me know any parts I have messed up with those specifically and I would be happy to change them!
Sorry for the short chapter, was in a bit of a rush