"That shithead still spoiling his sugar baby," Velvette jeered, her tone dripping with annoyance as she addressed (Y/N). Imps scurried around (Y/N), holding up different colored fabrics against her chest as Velvette shook her head in disapproval, gesturing for them to change the fabric once again. (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh to herself, secretly relishing in the luxuries that Vox had bestowed upon her. "He tell you about..." Velvette trailed off, her voice filled with curiosity as she glanced at (Y/N) expectantly. (Y/N) merely grunted in response, her attention focused on the imp's fumbling attempts to find the perfect fabric. "Of course," she finally replied, rolling her eyes at Velvette's insinuation. "The whole reason he wants me to do this was because of his stupid obsession with Alastor," she added with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Velvette hummed in agreement, muttering under her breath, "Reminds me of someone."(Y/N) continued, her voice tinged with resignation. "After everything Vox has done for me, I couldn't just refuse," she admitted, her frustration evident as her wings flicked in irritation, accidentally striking one of the nearby imps in the process. "But this will be the only time I will be doing this." Velvette halted the imp's movements, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny as she examined the fabric draped against (Y/N)'s skin. "Stop it right now," she commanded, her tone firm. "This.. this is the one." The fabric was a beautiful pearly white, its hue perfectly complementing (Y/N)'s skin tone. As she stood adorned in the exquisite garment, she looked breathtaking, mesmerizing; heavenly. For a moment, without her wings and horns standing out against the pure white fabric, one could almost forget that she was from the depths of hell.
"Love this, let's piece it together'," Velvette's accent punctuated her words as she inspected the fabric color. (Y/N) hummed in agreement, her fingers deftly maneuvering the delicate material. The shimmering fabric against her skin, she truly did look angelic. With a satisfied nod, (Y/N) rose from her seat, the fabric being handed to another imp. She pressed a kiss to Velvette's cheek in farewell, the gesture a silent gratitude for her assistance. "I'll see you at my show tonight, dear," she murmured softly, her voice carrying a note of sincerity for the evening's event. Turning to one of the nearby imps, Velvette issued a quick instruction before (Y/N) made her exit. There was much to be done before the night's performance, and she was eager to ensure that everything was in place for her moment in the spotlight.
As (Y/N) walked through the corridors, the gazes of imps and hellhounds alike followed her with awe. Despite the attention, her mind was preoccupied with finding Vox to discuss the details of tonight's event. However, her attention was abruptly diverted by the sight of a bright pink satin robe fluttering down the hallway. (Y/N) followed the trail of the robe, the soft cries of a sinner emanating from behind a nearby door. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open, stepping inside and shutting it firmly behind her. "Go away, Val," the sinner croaked, burying his face into his pillow as if to shield himself from the world.
(Y/N) approached the bed, her movements gentle as she sat down beside him. Leaning over, she began to caress his head in a soothing manner, her touch soft and comforting. "Angel, dear, what is the matter?" she inquired, her voice laced with concern for her friend. "What the fuck do you think the issue is?" he spat, frustration evident in his voice as he slammed all four of his hands onto the bed in a fit of anger. "Valentino," (Y/N) hummed in response, her tone calming as she listened to his grievances. He spoke of how he had been asked to work brutal hours, his freedom seemingly slipping away with each passing day. "I will speak to him," she offered, her voice reassuring as she tried to calm her demon friend's emotions. "No, no, it'll just fuck it up even more," he muttered, his frustration evident in the air around them.
As (Y/N) ran her fingers through Angel's soft white fur, she could feel the tension slowly melting away from his body. "You're a mess, let me take care of you, hmm?" she murmured softly, her voice a gentle lullaby. Angel rolled his tear-stained eyes before nodding, a sense of resignation washing over him as he allowed himself to succumb to her soothing touch. With a soft hum, (Y/N) continued to caress him, her touch almost uncanny in its ability to calm his troubled mind. As Angel drifted into a restless slumber, his breathing becoming slow and steady, (Y/N) gently wiped away the mascara stains from his eyes.
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Fanfic"I always wondered what venison tasted like," She was a lamb disguised in wolf's clothing; with doe-like eyes that shimmered with innocence and beauty, it was as though the heavens themselves had plucked her from the celestial realm only to cast her...
