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𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑Lost Souls𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

(Vox POV)

Working for Macin isn't that bad. He barely makes me do anything. But, it's still so amazing! I'm working for my idol! But it's so confusing, why hasn't he made me do anything? Isn't that what Overlords do? Well, I really don't know I've ever been owned before. Aren't you supposed to take orders from your 'Master' or some dumb bullshit?

I was just sitting in my office, when all of a sudden he appeared. I fucking hated that. When he just appeared out of thin air. With a hint of purple flame following behind him. It was a good way to make your victims feel stalked and trapped, but it was kinda annoying. Well, also slightly hot. No pun intended. I mean come on, he was the fucking Prince of Hell! Who wouldn't find him hot?

I sighed softly, not even having to turn to look at him. His footsteps grew as he approached my desk, eyeing my cameras watching all of the Pride Ring. "Need something, your highness?" I liked to tease him, see those purple eyes fill with rage towards me. I make him angry. It's intoxicating. He's intoxicating.

Macin growled low in his chest, his claws scratching my desk in anger. It was entertaining to watch him get this angry over a damn nickname. That most people call him. He's probably used to it. That's why he hates it so much. "Just wanted to talk, Vox." Oh shit. That meant something bad happened. When smoke came out of his mouth meant he was really pissed off.

"What happened now, Elder's get to you again?" I probably shouldn't be teasing him like this. But I enjoy riling him up. Watching his veins pulse against his arms in rage. He could literally burn me alive. And I would still tease him. Before I could get a response, he slammed his fist onto the desk. Earning a slight yelp out of me.

The Prince turned on his heel, walking behind me. "Hey! My fucking desk!" I yelled, my desk was expensive! Macin started to pace, his claws raking through his hair. Oh great. One of these nights. Hooray. "It's not the Elder's, it's that fucking bitch Valentino." Macin gritted his teeth, his horns growing out of his head.

It scared me to see him like this, to be honest. Seeing his horns growing out of his head, his purple eyes glowing out of rage. He usually got this when somebody pissed him off. And of course, it was Val that did it this time. I sighed softly, spinning my chair to face him. "What did Val do now?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Macin could sometimes be a toddler having a tantrum.

"He was talking to one of his workers, I guess, and I needed to talk to him about something. And of course, he was 'busy'. Like, who is ever busy for me? I'm the literal Prince of Hell! You think just because you're an Overlord makes you better than me? Heaven's no!" Oh my Satan. This is the Prince of Hell?

Always on the subject of himself or his status. 'Prince this, Prince that' I could never understand him. Now that I think about it, I wish he would have killed me instead of me becoming his therapist. But then, my breath caught in my throat. "I know you hate listening to me rant about this, you don't have to deny it."

He knew? I don't hate it I suppose, I just find it stupid sometimes. Especially when he's ranting about some of his clothes. He likes to rant to me all the damn time, and sometimes it's annoying but also..calming. "I never said I didn't like it." "I can tell you never like it. The way your expression shows you annoyed, the way your sitting, the way your voice sounds."

Damn. He was onto me. "Okay, okay wait. I do like you ranting, but like..Why do it so much? Especially with me?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side. Macin sighed, his gaze going towards the floor. He was ashamed. But what? There was nothing to be ashamed of. "I guess...I'm used to holding in these emotions for so long, actually having someone to rant to is..Exciting."

He..Held in his emotions? Is that why Macin was always so mysterious and dark? Because he was always hiding his emotions? It did make sense, I mean, the Morningstars were always known for being dark and mysterious. Especially Lilith and Lucifer. And with Macin being born in Heaven, and for him to turn into a fallen angel, that must have been hard.

He had no one to talk to. Everybody dismissed him. Thought low of him. "You-" "Just forget about it, I need to blow off some steam. I'll be back later in the night, I have another meeting with the Elder's." Macin always liked to interrupt, I didn't like it. But, I knew he didn't like conversations. Even the ones with emotions.

I nod my head, knowing he needed some time alone. He then grabbed his suit jacket, teleporting off into the abis. He was always a mysterious creature. Never to be told of his stories. Never to be known. The way he seemed so sad, yet always put on a poker face. His face was always hard to read. He was meant to be like that. 

Standing up from my chair, I waltz into my room. I needed to wash clothes, since I was having to deal with Macin's tasks and other things. It was weird being alone, but I always had Velvette and Valentino with me. Ugh, Val. What an annoying bitch. I agree with Macin almost all the time, other times I don't because of our differences.

Looking through my drawers, I keep thinking of Macin. It was weird. Sometimes, after meetings with the Elder's, he would have hickeys on his neck. Sometimes, I don't think he's really going to any 'meeting'. Has he been seeing someone? And if so, who? Was it a boy or a girl? What were they like? Wait- why am I even asking myself that?

Am I..Jealous? What! No, impossible! I have an off and on relationship with Val, I don't feel jealousy for anybody. Especially for Macin. Never have, never will. Are all of my clothes dirty? All I can find in my drawers are a pair of boxers and a graphic black T shirt. Goddamnit. I need to wash my clothes. I grabbed the bundle of clothes on my floor, collecting them and walking out of my room.

Walking into the laundry room, I grab all the stuff to start the washer. What the hell am I supposed to wear? I don't want to be walking around in a suit all day or naked. What other clothes could I wear- fuck me. Macin's clothes. Well, he isn't here so..I guess it's his clothes. His room is always locked, but good thing he showed me where the key is.

I made my way to his room, unlocking the door and walking in. The scent of Macin fills my lungs, making me glitch slightly. The smell of Macin was always something sweet with a hint of bitterness. Pine, cinnamon, and ichor. He liked to make sure his room smelled good and calming, it helped him calm down after a hard day.

The drawer slid open with ease, revealing a pair of pajamas. Black with red shorts, and a black T shirt. It's better than nothing. I undressed, feeling the slight breeze go against my flesh, making me shudder. I then finished, his clothes being over sized as fuck. He was only a few inches taller than me, how was his clothes this fucking gigantic?

The shorts went past my knees, and the shirt went past my waist. Was I this small? Nah, he's just fucking huge. And of course, I needed to check myself out in the mirror. Looking at myself in his body sized mirror felt..weird? Because it felt nice yet strange. I was wearing Macin's clothes. While in his bedroom. Alone.

His scent filled my lungs once more, goddamn was his scent a smell I could smell forever and never get tired of it. I think I have issues. But, this will be a fun night. Me, myself and I get to watch my favorite show. Alone. And hopefully no texts from Val. Yay. Walking back into the living room, the couch calling my name.

I needed a nap. My footsteps grew quieter as I sat down onto the couch, grasping the remote and turning on the TV. Heh, turning on the TV..Anyway. My favorite show is the 'Shark Week' show. It's amazing and makes me smile. Sharks are amazing. The 'Shark Week' show turned on, showing the host speaking about today's sharks.

My eyes started to grow heavy, the moon rising in the Hellish sky. I couldn't stay up anymore. Soon, I then fell asleep on the couch. Wearing his clothes.