✮𝓐 𝓡𝓘𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 ✮

❤‍🔥The Purple Flame❤‍🩹

(HOPEFULLY THIS MAKES SENSE IF IT DOESN'T SOMEONE TELL ME 😭)

That Prince bastard won. Two Queens and that was a twenty. How? How could a Prince beat the Gambling Overlord? There really is only one answer. Damn good luck. Husker's eyes widened, he was stunned.

Speechless. He finally lost. Before Husker could protest, the walls started to change on their own. Some of the flooring and ceiling tiles. Turning into the named colors: lavender, golden, black and oxblood red.

Just some basic colors for the Casino scheme. And then, a big bar was re-designed for Macin. "Fifty percent, and now everybody knows that the Shadow Overlord and the Gambling Overlord are working together in profit."

Husker couldn't believe this. This is how his life in Hell had to be for the rest of his life? Dealing with a Prince owning fifty percent of his fucking Casino?! This was HIS casino! Not the Prince's! Macin rose an eyebrow, seeing the gambler being out of his thoughts.

Probably shocked from everything that's happened. He then tapped Husker's hand, hoping to get his attention. His eyes blinked rapidly, but then looked at Macin. "..How? How did you do it?" He asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Macin shrugged. "No idea. Maybe just good luck, I'm guessing." He stood up from the table, making the chair screech across the floor. "So, what do your...'employees' have to wear around here?" 

The Prince asked, admiring his handy work. Husker sighed, standing up as well. For some reason, he felt oddly relaxed and calm at this moment. Was it only because The Prince was now his? 

Husker's claws raked through his hair, standing beside Macin to admire the work that Macin ruined. "Give me your hand." The Overlord asked, placing his hand out beside him. Macin's eyebrows furrowed, his body tensing before finally obliging.

 When Macin placed his hand into Husker's grasp, Macin's hands felt warm against his fur. Husker then made a golden band ring appear, it shimmering in the dim light. He slid it onto Macin's left ring finger, it matching perfectly with the color scheme.

"You gonna take me out to dinner first?" Macin exclaimed, a small grin embracing his lips. "Shut it." Husker then let go of The Prince's hand, still feeling the shadow of it in his grasp. The gambler then walked along the floor, making sure Macin was to follow.

"There's a few rules I need you to follow, you think you can do that?" Husker asked, glancing over his shoulder towards Macin. Macin hummed in agreement, admiring the walls and the way the colors clashed against each other.

Husker sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He turned on his heel, gripping Macin by the collar and pulling him down so that they were eye to eye level. "Listen. These are the rules you have to follow, understand?" 

Macin squeaked as Husker pulled him down, but sighed. "Fine, I'm listening." Husker nodded in approval, opening the door and tossing him into his room. Macin landed on the bed, it being soft yet firm.

"First rule, you're only allowed to wear my uniform or that color scheme. Rule two, you MUST wear that ring at all times. Rule three, the drinks and food are free, but don't get too much to drink or you'll get drunk. Final rule, you are allowed to leave, but only with MY permission."

The Gambler finally shut up, Macin blinking slightly. "..That's it?" Husker's tail swished in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. "What? Did you expect that I was filled with an entire rule book?" Macin shrugged, sitting onto the edge of the bed.

"Kinda, yeah." Husker sighed, raking his claws through his hair. "Well then, Prince, get to work." Before Macin could protest, his royal clothes turned into a formal uniform. A crimson red 'M' with gold outlines appeared on his suit shirt.

It was long sleeved, so it felt nice and comfortable to his body. Not revealing any scars on his arms or elbows. Then, his red pants turned into a grey-ish pair of dress pants. How did this guy know his clothing style?

Maybe it was just good outfits/uniforms. Anyway, Macin then tied up his combat boots and sat up off of the bed. "Huh, not bad, kitten." Husker's teeth flattened against his head, him growling in anger. 

"Call me kitten again and see what happens." Husker then slammed the door, waltzing out of his room and into the hallway. "..Someone has anger issues." Macin muttered, chuckling to himself. He then started to admire the room, seeing it's color scheme and the way it reflected him.

As Macin lived in the Casino, everything was so endearing and intriguing to him. The sinners, conversations he heard (or talked with), he always had a smile embraced onto his features. Was it just a mask to hide the pain? Or was it genuine?

To be honest, Husker grew fond of The Prince. Why was it with him he felt less rushed and more..comfortable? As the days grew on, and Macin finally got better at his job, Macin and Husker was finally known around Pentagram City!

Billboards sprawled around the entirety of Hell, being covered in Macin and Husker's name. 'The Shadow Overlord clashing with The Gambling Overlord!" News casters reported everywhere, paparazzi swarming the Casino's doors.

Husker's security guards stood at the doors, making sure they didn't come in like ants when finding a piece of food. "Seems busy today, doesn't it?" Macin asked, wiping down the counter. He was being sarcastic as always.

Husker sighed, striding over towards the bar. "Just a quick drink to answer some fucking questions, and then I'm done for the day." Macin chuckled, memorizing Husker's usual. The cheap booze poured so gracefully into the glass, making it gleam.

Then, a hint of Rum, made him wake up more. Clashing against the black and brown colors, swishing into a beautiful masterpiece. The glass sliding across the bar, making it clink slightly when Husker caught it in his grasp.

He hummed in amusement, seeing the engraving of his 'nickname' on the small glass. Husker's claw traced along the engraving, admiring the handy work. "You do this?" He asked, his ear twitching in curiosity as he glanced up at Macin.

Macin shrugged slightly. "Did it with our two main glasses, mine's engraved as well." His claws clinked against his glass, handing it to Husker. Husker rose an eyebrow, finding it kinda..cute. His eyes went back to his glass, wondering why it was a nickname and not his full name.

"What's with my glass just having my nickname on it?" Husker asked, rubbing his thumb over it. "Husk is a lot less work."  Husk nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his drink. It flowed down his throat, making him shudder in delight.

It was only Macin's work that made Husk tingle or shiver like that from a drink. He was quite a good bartender towards Husk and others. He sighed in delight, swirling the glass to make the drink swish.

"You're pretty damn good, you know that?" Husk praised, looking up at Macin with a genuine smile. Macin hummed in satisfaction, a slight grin appearing onto his lips. "I just know how to make a drink, Husk."

Husk agreed, chuckling softly. "That's for sure." Another sip of the alcohol ran down his throat, into his stomach. He sighed in relaxation, that comforting smile fading away. He sighed in annoyance, placing the glass onto the counter.

"I gotta go take care of paparazzi." Husk gritted his teeth, standing up and stretching his limbs out. You could hear the pops in his bones, a soft noise escaping his lips. Macin's eyes trailed down Husk's form, seeing the way his spine pressed against his back.

A slight pink hue crawled onto Macin's cheeks, he cleared his throat. Why was he thinking like this? "Well, I'll leave you to it." He made his own drink, sipping the liquid and letting it slid down his throat in an attempt of ending the conversation.

Husk nodded, his eyes watching in a lustful haze of how his throat worked. He coughed slightly, glancing away with a hint of pink dusted onto his cheeks. "I'll be back. Be ready with drinks for customers that are hiding in the paparazzi."

Macin sighed, a small smile onto his lips. "I'll be ready." His hands started getting to work on drinks, pouring the shining liquids into the glasses. Husk sighed in annoyance, waltzing over towards the corridor. 

Time to get things lit.