(his most prized possession)

valentino was lonely, sure, he had money, fame, power.

but it didn't fill the void he felt in his dead heart.

not even his dog, queef, helped. given that he ended its existence in a mere two to three hours upon getting the mutt.

he tried to entertain himself by going out with his off and on boyfriend.

but even vox didn't help, the tv demon only annoying him further when he wanted to make it official.

then, he came across a small, human infant.

she had the biggest, purple eyes and a sickenling adorable laugh.

holding her tiny hands out to grab at his finger.

and that's all it took for him to bring you home, broadcasting the new heir to all of hell.

and he named you, y/n.