𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✓

Chapter IV - Dressed to the Nines

One week later...

You woke up, excited and intent for the later evening. You've been looking forward to this day all week — the day you're finally introduced as Hell's newest Overlord.

You eagerly hop out of bed, pulling the blankets over your mattress and smoothing out the wrinkles.

Your hellphone buzzes. You gingerly take it from your pocket, seeing it to be an email from Lucifer;

"Good morning, Overlord (Y/N)! ;)
Happy Overlord initiation day! Just a reminder to wear something formal, so dress to the nines. Some Overlords can be...assholes. So make a good impression!
I am sadly not allowed to attend Overlord events, but I wish you luck!
Yours,
- Lucifer Morningstar"

Smiling at his thoughtful email, you stored away the device and headed to your bathroom shower for a rinse.

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Meanwhile...

The VEE Tower

Velvette walks into Vox's room, not bothering to knock on his door. "VOX!" she yells. "GET READY!"

Vox turns around from his closet, halfway in the middle of picking his Overlord outfit. "Yes? Already on it," he smirks.

Velvette scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh, well good. We leave at 6:30 pm tonight," she reminds him.

Vox nods. "I know, Velvette. We still have time. It's barely lunch, yet!" he says.

"Right, whatever," she says dismissively, walking out to bury her head back in her phone as she answers a text from Valentino.

Vox rolls his eyes and softly chuckles to himself before turning back to his closet, feeling unsatisfied with his options. He didn't know why...but he felt the urge to wear something nicer tonight.

Shaking his head, he grabbed his car keys and called out to his friends. "I'm heading out!" he announced.

"Okay!" Velvette calls back. "Don't be late — we WILL leave without you!" she threatens.

"I'd expect nothing less," he chuckles, heading outside to his black Mercedes.

Adjusting the mirror to check his reflection, the Overlord winks at himself, and Vox backs out from the Vees' headquarters.

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Back at the hotel...

You step out from the bathroom, your hair damp and clouded with the scent of your shampoo. You sighed in relief to feel the cool air of your hotel room contrast to the shower's warm steam.

You nearly lost your composure to see Alastor, lying on his stomach and kicking his feet while perched on your bed.

"Alastor! What are you doing?"

The demon chuckled and sat up from his position, grinning at you. "Well hello, Overlord (Y/N)," he said, making a grand gesture with his hands.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Oh stop it. I don't call you 'Overlord Alastor.'"

"Because it sounds so cliche, my dear!" he explained.