Y/N and the other Vee's are now sat in one of Vox's conference rooms. After their deal was made Vox was true to his word and called the group there to discuss their next steps since the Radio Demon was back. Y/N sat next to Vox, Velvette on her side eyes glued to her phone screen. Yet every now and then Y/N would feel her questioning gaze burning into the side of her head. She had told Velveete little about Alastor, but the girl still knew who he was from Vox's non-stop rambling of the man. To be honest the girl didn't know much from Vivian's perspective.
"We have a problem. Alastor is getting close to Little Princess Morningstar, so our main concern now is ensuring that no deal is ever struck between Lucifier's brat and that smiling freak." Vox starts off the meeting accepting a drink from the robot slaves that seemed to lurk around ever corner of the tower.
"Well, how exactly are we supposed to stop it?" Velvette asks him finally removing her gaze from the side of Y/N's head.
"Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave." Valentino answers while bedazzling his gun on the table.
"Well maybe someone on the inside isn't such a bad idea. Do you think Angel would?" Vox asks Valentino his glass raised in his direction.
"That lanky prick won't even return my calls," he answers moving his gaze from his gun to look towards Y/N, waiting for her to stick up for Angel.
She didn't, her eyes glazed over in concentration as she racked her head, ideas full of revenge pestering her mind. His eyes dropped to her neck where her necklace with Vox's blood laid. His eyes widened and jaw dropped as he looked between the two with shock. It hadn't been long since he last saw the two, how the fuck did a deal get struck between them.
"We need someone who Little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in." Vox continues following Valentino's eyes and shaking his head at the man. Silently telling him to not bring it up at the moment.
"Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us." Velvette offers up not noticing the silent conversation between the two men.
"I employ every down on their luck loser this side of Hell. Who the fuck is left?" Valentino asks moving his gaze from the necklace and back to Y/N's face.
Y/N's eyes finally lock-in on his, her's shinning with mischief, "Let me make a call and if he can't do it, then I think I have other one's who can." She grabs onto the necklace with her hand and holds it outwards taunting him with it.
"Who the fuck do you know that we don't? And that would agree to this?" Valentino questions her, his predatory gaze going back and forth between the necklace and her face.
"Trust me whore, I have far better company than you. And ones who will actually listen and respect me instead of running away from me." Y/N spits back at him, shoving the chair from under her and walking towards the window with her phone in hand.
Valentino stood up from his chair violently causing the chair to fly backwards some feet before crashing onto the floor. He strides towards Y/N hovering over her for before bending down to her face.
"Listen here tramp, Angel didn't fucking run away. I still have perfect control over my bitches, so don't get it twisted," he spat at her, his red beady eyes staring deep into her void ones. "Unlike you, mine don't disappear for seven years and then show back up without a word,"
'I hope this comes across as impolite or even comes across as too forthright
But even though you seem insane,
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Puppet Master || Hazbin Hotel X Y/N
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