The Melody Demon (Alastor x Overlord!reader)

Chapter 5

"Ugh! Daddy...I-uh?" Angel's naked body laid on the purple and pink bed as his hand fumbled around for the script before an annoyed groan left his mouth. He sat up facing Valentino, the director, and the two cameras facing towards him.

"Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" Angel asked her boss annoyed. "Just improv it. Do you think anyone watches for the dialogue?" Valentino asked and the director shook his head no hesitantly right before Valentino shouted 'action'.

The doors on the set slammed open revealing larger more muscular sexy men. "Oh, no!" Angel said as he covered himself slightly with the pink blanket.

"So many burglars, and only one me! Whatever shall I do?" Angel said with a sexy tone while sheepishly hiding himself behind the blanket. In reality, he was using the blanket to cover the script he was reading off.

"I guess I'll have to do all of you!" Angel said letting one of the men pin him down to the bed. "So, what are you gonna do to me?" Angel said to the man before his gaze turned to the door opening. In walked the princess of Hell.

"Charlie?!" Angel called out not even noticing the overlord walking in with her. "Uh, my name's Rocky." The man said confused and Angel rolled his eyes. "No one gives a shit." Angel said as he pushed the man off of him.

"While I do not approve of how we got in here-" Charlie said trying to scold the overlord and she just sent the princess a smile. "Don't worry , sweetheart, I just gave them a little nudge to let us in." (Y/n) said barely above a whisper with small bits of fog spilling from the corners of her mouth. She gently pushed Charlie fully through the doorway into the studio and closed the door behind them.

"Oh, so this is where the magic happens?" Charlie asked as she made a small circle looking around the studio. She ended up bumping into a hellhound that had just taken her bra off leaving her blushing red. The princess quickly turned away only to be met with two women greasing up a different man.

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out a soft giggle from how innocent the woman was. The overlord watched from about a foot away. She couldn't ruin this once in a lifetime opportunity for Charlie after all.

"That is a lot." Charlie said as she stared at the oil being dumped on the man's chest. A white fur covered hand immediately grabbed hers pulling her aside. (Y/n) watched as Angel adjusted his red robe as he bent down so he was more level with Charlie.

"What in the ever loving fuck are you doing here?!" Angel whisper yelled. Charlie pulled her hand away from her friend only to give an over exaggerated answer.

"I am the princess of Hell, Angel! I go where I please!" Charlie said dramatically turning her head away. (Y/n) glanced around the studio and took a few steps away from the princess. They'd definitely changed quite a bit since her last visit.

"I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?" Charlie asked as she attempted to walk past Angel. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val-" Angel said starting to drag the princess away only to be interrupted.

"Angel!" Valentino called out to his number one money maker. "What is the fucking hold up?" "I-I'm coming!" Angel said dragging Charlie to the door. "Not off camera you're not!" Valentino yelled. (Y/n) couldn't help but observe Angel and his actions. A slight frown making itself known on her soft features.

"Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go." The panic in Angel's voice confused Charlie and angered (Y/n).

The overlord's skin was quickly covered with gashes and holes that pierced all the way through her body. From each wound, her signature blue smoke oozed out, hovering in the air. The smoke floated up almost fully revealing her blue horns. Upon noticing the substance, (Y/n) quickly calmed herself down. The holes in her body quickly healed leaving no trace they had even been there, but the smoke simply laid calmly on the sticky studio floor.