Helluva Boss X Reader

Overlord Intro Part 5: The World XXI

You clenched your fists in frustration. You had almost gotten through to them with your ideas, and Vox had stopped it. Overlords were a greedy, prideful lot. He had been resorted to threatening you directly, ignoring your words as a Hellhound. Your pride was hurt, and it threatened to consume you. Your heartbeat grew faster, and you felt blood start to race in your brain. Velvette spoke next.

"Even if the rest of you lot are too pussy to follow through, we control the fucking media!"

You started trembling. They could control the entire idea of Kerberos through the media. You had never made a public appearance and had avoided social media with the identity. Perception of Kerberos could be easily controlled, and the people who supported you could turn on you given enough misinformation. That filled you with fear, and it threatened to consume you. Your heartbeat grew faster. The rush of blood inside you started to produce a throbbing headache, and that only made how you were feeling worse, your fear creating competition with your pride. The moth demon, who had been called Val by Carmilla, continued the train of thinking with something awful.

"We'll paint the picture that Kerberos is just another monstrous Overlord, just like those Hellhounds they threaten sinners with. Nobody'll ever to a Hellhound again," Velvette threatened.

"Nobody will ever help, or make a deal with Kerberos again," Vox said, bringing it full circle. "Just a bunch of bad dogs getting put down," he sneered, keeping his two fingers pointed at you and Loona.

You were reminded of your previous boss that hailed from Envy. He had made the same threat, the same gesture of pointing at you aggressively, but now, not only was it being made to you, but it was also being made to Loona, to all of the Hellhounds in the Pride Ring that had suffered, and that you had fought for. Your untamed rage had been building up throughout the V's display, and it threatened to consume you. Your heart wanted to explode, and your throbbing headache became a migraine. Your fear and pride were already fighting with each other, and adding rage to it only brought greater emotional pain in addition to your physical.

Your mixture of pride, fear, and rage in reaction to this sickening mess culminated in something terrible. It was similar to what had happened in the alley, when you had dealt with a detestable sinner who you thought had been the epidemy of arrogance. Here there were more people just like him, though you knew the V's had done much worse in death than that man had in life. A compartmentalization started to occur, pure and raw emotion dedicated to a reaction you had to each of the three.

You quickly developed a debilitating, splitting headache, and you grabbed the fur on your scalp as a futile means of stopping it. There was a ripping sound, just as there had been in the alley that day, and a new surge of pain flowed through your brain as you stumbled forwards to brace yourself on the table in front of you. You were experiencing double—no, triple vision.

Loona put a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tight and asking if you needed help, though you almost didn't notice her through the agony that came next. You felt your skull physically crack beneath your fingers, apparently the ripping feeling having not been enough, and your shoulders broadened, tearing the suit you had brought to wear. A familiar assault on the senses afflicted you, and you could smell the horrible, sickly sweet perfume that was...made of saliva(?) that the moth was wearing from across the table, which did nothing to cover the stench of sex that clung to him like a wet rag. The constant ringing in your head compounded with the panicked sounds of chairs being dragged across the floor, and shouts of Overlords fighting with each other. It was a heavenly Hell once again, a complete understanding of the space around you via sensory overload flooded your brain as the excruciating pain of your suit being torn by your body stretching, along with your literal head-splitting migraine affected you in the most terrible way, with this compartmentalization of fully experiencing the pure and raw emotions of pride, fear, and rage somehow being the worst thing to top it all off.