Chocolate in hell | Alastor x oc x Lucifer

Chapter 6 ( re)

A wave of pure, unadulterated relief washed over Crystal's face as the foot massaging lady applied pressure to her poor, neglected feet. Lord have mercy, she had no idea how she ended up in this penthouse luxurious spa, but honestly, who was complaining? The champagne was bubbly, the cucumber water was refreshing, and the company? Well, the company was simply marvelous, darling.

Crystal had been hanging out with Valentino recently, and let her tell you, it was an experience. No sex involved, just movies, discussions about his next cinematic masterpiece, and the occasional spa day at his fabulous penthouse. Valentino was a doll, even if he was a little intense at times. But that intensity made for the most fascinating conversation, especially when he spilled all the tea about those other overlords.

She never saw what everyone else saw in Valentino - a monster, a demon, someone so unlevel-headed that ordering his drink wrong could mean disaster. No, Crystal saw a fashion icon with exquisite taste in alcohol and a sensitive soul hidden beneath the gruff exterior. She had a friend like him once, Jaylen.

Now, he was her best friend, or at least, she liked to think he still was. They used to be inseparable, but people grow apart, and Jaylen... well, Jaylen was never the same after that night. Society could be such a bitch, with its expectations and its judgments. It was enough to drive a person mad.

The ring of Valentino's phone snapped Crystal out of her thoughts, and she turned to see him answering in his usual dramatic flair. "Oh, Vox baby, just relax," he cooed. "Why don't you and Velvet come to the penthouse so we can discuss your day?" The other side of the phone continued to throw a tantrum, but Valentino just rolled his eyes and sang, "I have champagne and foot rubs, darling."

Before she knew it, the elevator was open, and in walked a TV-headed man and a woman with pigtails, still attached to her phone. The massaging people quickly set up two more chairs, one on either side of Crystal.

She had hung out with Vox and Velvet before, but it was always cut short due to their demanding jobs. They were always running off to attend to this overlord, or deal with that drama. Crystal was just happy to be along for the ride, with her champagne and her canapés.

"Hey, guys," Crystal said cheerfully, munching on the cucumbers meant for her eyes. Both mumbled a greeting as they sat down, Velvet still scrolling through her Instagram.

"You guys want to talk about it?" Crystal asked, glancing at the disgruntled pair. They looked like they could use a good venting session, and Crystal was more than happy to lend an ear... or three.

"Ugh, that Carmellia bitch, we have another Overlord meeting in a few days! That old grandma fucker can eat my ass," Velvet complained. "And that radio fuck is still alive!" Vox whined, slouching in his seat. Honestly, men could be such babies sometimes.

"Well, my dad always said this," Crystal stated, handing Velvet the glass of champagne. "When life gives you lemons, just say 'fuck the lemons', and bail." She shrugged and happily began picking out a color for her toes. "I mean, why stress about the little things, right?"

"'Fuck the lemons'?" Velvet repeated, sounding confused. "And bail?"

"Fuck the lemons," Crystal shrugged again. "And bail. Life's too short for drama and stress."

"Sounds like a good porn name," Valentino said, grinning as he examined his nails. He was always so extra, and Crystal adored him for it.

"Sounds like it would hurt," Vox said, shuddering. He was such a baby, but Crystal loved him anyway.

Laughter filled the room, and Crystal realized it was the lightest she had seen her friends since meeting them. They were always so serious, so stressed, but in this moment, they could just be. "Your dad sounds funny," Velvet said, leaning her head on Crystal's shoulder.

"He was!" Crystal exclaimed. "He wasn't perfect, but he taught me so much. We looked nothing alike, but people said we acted alike in more ways than one. He took me in when I was little." Her voice trailed off, lost in memories. She missed him, but she knew he would want her to be happy. And she was happy, surrounded by her friends, and her champagne.

"Was?" Vox said, raising his brows. "Crystal, if he's dead, he could be here, unless he's in heaven."

"No way he's in heaven, and I'm not, that wouldn't be fair." Crystal pouted, crossing her arms.

Vox summoned a laptop and began typing away. "I can track him for you, just give me the name."

"Aww, you're so sweet, I could just kiss all your cables!" Crystal squealed, making Vox blush. He was such a tech genius, and she was just a little ol' socialite.

"I bet he would like that, but what about me?" Valentino pouted, and before he could stop her, Crystal snatched his hat and placed it on her head. She planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. "There!" she exclaimed, as the other three stared at her in shock. She had taken Valentino's hat!

"The name Chrissy," Vox muttered, his cheeks growing warm. "Oh, sorry," Crystal said, giggling. She always got those two mixed up, but they never seemed to mind.

"My dad's name is Wade Wilson," she said, and Vox's fingers flew across the keyboard. Let him do his tech magic, and she would focus on the important things... like her hair, and her next shoe purchase.