Outside of Carmilla's home, Vox's voice can be heard as he explains his next plan to her. "Just over seven years ago, Lilith had a dream. With her song, she rallied the sinners of Hell to attack Heaven in an effort to liberate us. But before she could wage her war, she disappeared. I merely wish to finish what she started." Vox walked over to Carmilla's desk. With him was Velvette, sitting on one of the chairs as she used her phone to make an emoji appear. "A strong woman like yourself can relate, I'm sure, Ms. Carmine." He then used his powers to make screens appear to show Carmilla his plans for a weapon.
Behind them, Odette and Clara shoved each other with Zestial in his spider form. He glares at Vox. "I thought I made my position clear. I have no interest in engaging in this war or assisting your disrespectful crew, Vox." Carmilla declined harshly as Vox snapped his fingers to make the screens disappear.
Vox walked over to Velvette. "Hmm, funny you should mention that. See, my associate, Velvette here, came along today specifically to apologize about her childish actions at your last overlord meeting." He patted her head. "She meant no harm. Did you, Velvette?" He asked his associate.
Velvette holds in her anger. "That's right. I spoke...out of turn. Forgive me." She gave a forced smile.
Vox side hugs Velvette. "See, she's sorry. You should cut her some slack." He lets go of her, and she goes back on her phone. "You know, she's still pretty new to the overlord biz." Velvette glared at him in response to his statement.
"Noted. But that doesn't change things. I have nothing more to negotiate with the man bringing angels to my doorstep." Carmilla glared. "Mm. Are you sure that's me? If I recall, it was...you who armed Charlie to slay the angels in the first place." Vox smirked. "Those were different circumstances." Carmilla stated.
"Was it, though? Because I'm just picking up where you guys left off. See, you sit up here in your creepy factory, thinking you're above this war, when, really, you're the one who started it." Vox's tone turned serious. "Make no mistake, Carmilla. War is coming. You're either with me or against me. And when the first shot fires, whose side do you want to be on? Heaven's? You think they won't come for you? The one that supplied the princess with the knife that killed their leader." He gestured to the weapon behind Carmilla. "Help me protect Hell, Carmilla, and I'll help you...protect them." He then gestured towards her daughters. He then used his powers to turn on Carmilla's computer. The screen then shows a picture of Carmilla, her daughters, and (Y/n) after her initiation ceremony. "You can also protect (Y/n). Those so-called guardians failed her when she was alive on Earth. The Exorcists didn't hesitate to try to kill her almost a decade ago, and they won't hesitate to try again. But you have the resources to keep her safe."
Carmilla had no choice but to agree. She sighs. "I'll build your weapon." Hearing her answer, Vox maniacally laughs.
Odette and Clara escorted out Vox and Velvette. Once outside, Velvette looks back at Vox. "Way to throw me under the fucking bus back there, V. So much for 'just fake an apology'." She glared at him. "Oh, come on, Velvette, we got the deal, didn't we?" He glared back. He walked around her as her head followed him. "Besides, you did manage to fuck up the one overlord meeting I let you do on my behalf. So, uh, maybe you should reflect a little, mm-kay?" He leaves through the cameras, leaving Velvette behind. She glares at the camera and throws a fit. "FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!"
Inside Carmilla's office, she sighed from exhaustion when Zestial leaves his web and turns back into his regular form. "Carmilla, you surrendered yourself to the media overlord? You know he doth profess allegiance to Hell, but his true alliance lies only with himself." Zestial stated.
Carmilla stood up. "This is not about sides, Zestial." Zestial followed her. "You know better than to pay heed to his words. This path will lead to only ruin."
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The Apprentice Of The Radio Demon
FanfictionIn 1989, (Y/n) was in the seventh grade when her Best friend's death changed her life. Sure they had a good life together, always defending each other from (Y/n)'s sister and her lackeys. The only three people she ever cared about were her mother, b...
