Upon falling into hell, you were gifted the misfortune of catching the eye of the Overlord of Vices, Addiction, and Porn.
How in hell did you manage to make him fall in love with you?
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It had been over a month since your altercation with Vox. Since that first morning, you actually had not seen him again - well - in person that is, since his face was plastered on every inch of this place and unavoidable.
His little advertisements sometimes rung through the halls, and you could hear the TV demon's fake voice endorsing one of his own ridiculous products atleast once an hour.
That's why it was imperative for you to keep as busy as possible in these quarters. To tune that sentient version of an unskippable ad out.
Luckily, you had been pretty busy yourself during this time anyways. Valentino took it upon himself to mentor you about Hell and its many... social conventions. During work hours, he allowed you to observe his work and the shoots, and even let you 'perform' a little of your own.
By that, you meant that you had been taught the ropes on how to actually use a stripper pole, and how to keep your calm when doing certain activities. It was very difficult for you to adjust, but Val had been patient and encouraging.
However, it was always explicit and clear that until you had signed his contract, you technically were still unemployed.
His 'contract'... a luminescent golden sheet of paper which bound your soul to the overlord, essentially making you his property. Once you signed it, you would receive a 10% employee discount on all VoxTech products, (even though they all were WAY out of your price range to start with) as well as a good paycheck and a living place.
It was actually surprising to you how Val was so open with the terms to you, you'd heard from some of the dancers that he was common in deceiving and lying about the whole soul-tie thing. It supposedly was how he had trapped so many sinners into this occupation.
It was almost like he... actually, nevermind.
You had been staying in a vacant room nontheless, just another extension of the moth demon's generosity. You did appreciate it dearly. You appreciated him. He always greeted you with that razor-sharp smile of his, and well, everything about him seemed charming. Val was a real gentleman. He knew always what to do and what to say, and always had a calm and level head.
Almost always.
You had witnessed a number of outrages from him - not directed at you of course, but the employees who 'couldn't do their fucking job right'. In one scenario, Val had even waved around a gun and threatened to end a dancer's hellish existence for slipping and falling off the stage infront of a couple big names.
