𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥

You materialized in a billowing cloud of smoke just before the towering spires of the V Tower, straightening your blouse as you regained your bearings. "Time to speak with another overlord," you muttered under your breath, steeling your resolve before marching inside the imposing structure.

As you entered, your gaze fell upon a young woman you recognized, though wished you hadn't. She was lingering near the dais, her body language tense and uneasy. "Oh, it's you," she said, attempting to mask her fear, though you could see the apprehension in her eyes as she turned to face you fully.

Her voice wavered slightly as she continued, "Look, I can get either Vox or Valentio for you now, but it will have to wait. I have a runaway show situation to deal with first." Though the details were vague, there was an undercurrent of urgency and potential peril underlying her words.

Your confident words hung in the air as you turned away from her, a smirk dancing on your lips. Your heels clicked against the polished floor as you strode toward the elevator, the metallic doors sliding open at your approach.

 The ascent to the top floor was swift, the gears whirring as you prepared to confront Vox. Your hand, cool and steady, reached for the door handle, only to be encircled by a delicate tendril of pink smoke. The voice that emerged from the haze was smooth and seductive, laced with a hint of amusement.

"So, you're the one Angelcakes has left me for, hmm? I can see why Vox is so taken with you - you've got that certain something, don't you? Enchanting, truly."

Your head tilted upward, your black horns glinting in the light that shone down from above. Looming before you was a figure, not quite a man, but a demon moth with beguiling eyes that pierced your soul.

His leering smile revealed a gold tooth, reminiscent of Angel's own.
He reached forward, cupping your cheek.


"Ah, I see you're the dragon demon that Alastor took to that dreadful hotel," he sneered. "I am Valentino, but you may call me 'Daddy'... if you behave, dearie."

You scoffed at Valentino's arrogant demeanor. "Valentino, I've heard quite a lot about you." Without warning, you seized his wrist, twisting it in an upward motion. Pain flickered in those beguiling eyes of his. "Now, I suggest you remove your hand from me, as I'm not here to converse with you—just Vox."

Valentino sniffed dismissively, a smirk curling his lips. "You're the demon that had their way with him, aren't you? I knew I was on the right trail."

A low, menacing chuckle escaped your lips—a sound that sent shivers down Valentino's spine, though he kept his composure. "Ah, has he told the whole tower?" you teased. "Was I really that unforgettable?"

Your claw trailed down Valentino's pulse, causing it to stutter under your touch. A smirk played on your lips as you realized he, too, was a man easily enticed by a pretty face.

Vox materialized before you, electricity crackling in the air as his form took shape. "I wouldn't say unforgettable, just very, very good at what you do," he stated matter-of-factly. You released Valentino and fixed your gaze on Vox, your purple eyes darkening as they seemed to absorb the light around you.

"Ah, there you are, boss man," you drawled, leaning back casually. "I'm here to talk about my friends." Your smile faded, replaced by a look of intensity as your power surged forth. Valetino and Vox were both reminded of your status as an overlord—no wonder you felt so good in bed. You'd probably done this before.

Vox stumbled over his words before finally managing, "What... about them?" You laughed, a sound that reverberated through the room, causing both men to pulse with desire—even if it was a facade.

Your laugh faded as quickly as it had come, and your expression hardened. Your form shifted, scales emerging from your skin in a dazzling array of colors—purple, black, and white—each hue melding seamlessly into the next. As you towered over the two men, your wings unfurled, casting shadows that danced menacingly across the walls. Your voice rumbled with authority as you snarled, "Maybe leave them the fuck alone." The transformation was both magnificent and terrifying, a reminder of your true nature as a powerful dragon.

Valentino took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of hot pink smoke that enveloped you. With a flick of your claw, you dispersed the smoke, causing your jingling muzzle to glint in the light. Your patience was wearing thin, but you knew neither man would have been able to resist your advances if you had given in to your desires.

"Fine," you sighed, wrinkling your nose in annoyance. "You both want me now? Take me."

Their jaws dropped in unison, shock registering on their faces as they realized the implications of your offer.


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