Vox quickly turns his head over upon hearing Carmilla speak up.
"Overlords!" she calls. "Gather in the meeting room, it's time we start."
Vox glanced at you. You were being squeezed by Rosie, while Alastor watched from the side with a grin.
He rolled his eyes.
Of course, she's hanging out with the likes of them... he thought, filing into the meeting room. I'm sure she'd be ten times happier with me...
Vox searched around the room for his friends, finally catching eye of Velvette and Valentino, who were waving him over to an empty seat between them.
Alastor left an empty seat for you next to him and Rosie. "Thanks, Al," you muttered to him, sitting down.
The grey lady that had spoken up earlier took seating at the head of the table. "Greetings, Hell's sovereign Overlords. We gather here tonight to celebrate our newcomer, (Y/N)," she smiled at you before continuing. "Now I have a few things to say first and foremost..."
You looked around the table, now able to see some other Overlords staring you down. Some shoot death glares, others ignore you completely, trying to listen to Carmilla drone on.
One demon peaked your interest. You remembered him to be Vox, the demon who had helped you purchase your outfit earlier that day.
He wore an admittedly attractive black jacket, a claw resting on his cheek as he watched Carmilla speak, showing little interest in what she had to say.
"...so with that out of the way, I'd like to direct our attention to Overlord (Y/N)." She politely applauded you, other Overlords now joining in.
You smiled bashfully.
Carmilla shot you a motherly smile. You felt a sense of relief wash over yourself at her gesture.
"(Y/N)? Can you come up for a second?" she asked, waving you over.
You nodded and stood up from your chair. Alastor and Rosie smiled at you encouragingly, looking like proud parents as Alastor gave you a thumbs-up.
You smiled back at them nervously, all eyes now on you as you walked up front, your dress trailing behind you. (And for my readers that chose to change out the dress for pants/suits, you nervously smoothed out the wrinkles of your shirt.)
Vox couldn't help but look up at you, silently noticing how your outfit hugged your figure that - fuck, honestly it caused him to have to check up on his posture.
The tech demon cleared his throat and tugged at his shirt collar.
Velvette caught glance of him and smirked. "What's up with you?" she asked rudely.
Vox rolled his eyes. "Shh!" he snapped. "You'll ruin this for (Y/N)!"
She scoffed. "Simp."
"Grow up for once..." he grumbled and forced his gaze on you. (Though it wasn't really "forced.")
"(Y/N)," Carmilla said. "I'd like to ask you to raise your right hand, and repeat after me. Can you do that?"
You nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
She smiled. "Good. I, state your name."
"I, (Y/N)."
"Promise to uphold my power for good, and the people of Hell."
"Promise to uphold my power for good, and the people of Hell," you repeated.
She gave you an encouraging smile and went on. "Together, along with my fellow Overlords, will own the millions of souls here in Hell, and work together peacefully, and vicariously."
"Together, along with my fellow Overlords, will own the millions of souls here in Hell, and work together peacefully, and vicariously."
Carmilla beamed at you. "Repeat off."
You lowered your hand, and Carmilla took it in her own.
"I present to you all, Overlord (Y/N) (L/N)!" she said cheerfully.
You broke out into a big smile. This was it! A new ruler of Hell...working alongside it's most powerful beings!
Carmilla held a piece of parchment out to you, listed with the signatures of the other Overlords.
"List your first and last name here," she told you, handing you a pen.
You led the pen across the paper in a swift movement, reading; "(Y/N) (L/N)" in cursive lettering.
You look around the table, seeing faces of envy, excitement, and support from your peers.
But...something felt off...
You glanced back down at your signature, your gaze lingering on that one word. The one that had cost you pain and tears in the living world.
A name you carry as a burden, a boulder on your shoulders. Even after escaping from it's horrors in your afterlife.
(L/N).
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A/N: Okay so I've been wondering...what does Vox drink??
Battery juice?? Electric liquid? Regular gin? 😭
If any of you guess can take a good guess I'll sneak that into an upcoming chapter.
ANYWAYS-
Guess who just started a new draft?! (Me!!)
Yep! Right now I'm working on my yandere Vox x fem!Reader, so keep your eyes peeled for that.
