"Who's the Vees?" {Requests open!}

Seriously?

{sorry if this gets boring halfway through this 😔 just bare with me for future chapters!!}

3rd person

Two overloads sit across from each other, in their own top floors of the penthouse. The large square windows glow with red; beaming from the light of hell's skies.
Silence stabbed through each of their thoughts. Finally after an eternity of silence, the smaller overlord speaks up.

" What the fuck was that. "

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The slim overload across the table looked up, face filled with annoyance.
"I didn't fucking see him. How the hell would I know it was actually going to hit him? " With no response from the doll overlord, untill the slim moth spoke up again.
" I wasn't trying to purposely hit him.. I knew he was in the smoke but I wasn't sure where in the smoke. "

" Then don't throw the fucking glass?? "
The short overlord snapped. She slammed her hands into her face groaning.

" Seriously, what the hell were you thinking? If you didn't mean to hit him, then why did you throw it? "
She leaned back again, staring the opposing overlord down.
" Honestly, you should've not even thrown it. Your eyesight is so bad you probably could have thrown it down at yourself! "
The opposing overlord stared back, scoffing.
" Oh fuck off. "

Valentino POV

I didn't mean to acutally hit him, I normally throw things at him once and awhile. But he always fucking stepped out the way to dodge it?? How would I know he wouldn't that time. It's not even my fucking fault, I didn't see him through the smoke.
But in all of my scattering thoughts, I remembered one thing.
Vox still hasn't woken up yet.

His body was still healing from the blood loss, we couldn't do anything about his broken screen until he was awake.
It's been four or five days since the event. no matter how much I try to convince myself that it wasn't my fault.
I still feel sorrow in my head.

Finally getting up from my chair, I start walking down the hallway just to get away from Velvette. She was just scrolling her life away on Voxtagram.
" What are you going to do now? Go whine and ball in your little room? "
I immediately looked backwards, side eyeing her slouching smirk.
" Oh get a grip! your whole life depends on that phone, you can't say anything about me."

She flipped me off not even taking an eye off her phone.
"Whatever, just go check on Vox real quick. We still aren't sure about how long it can be until his blood levels can replenish back to normal. It might be a couple more days until he actually wakes up."

" Hm, fine then. " I walk off and leave to a separate room. I made my way to the elevator heading to the top floor.
I'm surprised Vel isn't as worried as I expected.
Sure I have broken Vox's screen.. a couple times before. But it never takes this long for him to be back up?
These thoughts keep running throughout my head, and I kept falling more into guilt.

Vox is going to kill me, it isn't just expensive to replace his screen. But it's a long, blood curling painful experience too; or how he explained it.
What the hell am I going to do now? Now he's gonna lock himself away in his office, not just avoiding everyone, but especially avoiding me.
No matter what I say and how many apologies I say, he doesn't give a fuck. Does he not care that I fucking didn't mean to?
Does he just not fucking care about how I feel?

One final ding brings me upwards to Vox's floor. I was told there should be a couple of his assistants watching over the floor by Vel.
The doors clicked open, revealing a calming deep blue-red floor. With doors leading to a porch, over watching hell, and many luxurious decorations and furniture through the room.
I really haven't gone up here recently, I kind of miss bugging Vox in his office. He took the spare key that I stole from him. So I can't get back in his office now.
After a couple observations of the floor, I finally walk down a long hallway; to his room.