It's been a while since I've made my appearance in Hell. It's also been a while since I've made my impact. I'm an overlord.
I'm not sure when I picked that title up. Or who decided it. But that's where I was now. And I liked it this way. Power at my hands. I could do what I wanted. Stand for my own ideas.
In a sense I felt less trapped.
I looked around my office. I couldn't help but love this place. It was chaotic. And I had so much now.
A knock at my door broke my thoughts into silence as I turn my head.
"Yes?" I call out facing my door. The door opened to reveal my assistant. Aspen was their name. Extremely smart. I could trust them. Hence why they were working so close with me.
"You've got a letter...from..." they pause handing over the black envelope, it had blue accents on it. I grab it. "The V's, Miss..." Aspen looked at the note and back at my face.
This was the first time I had been contacted by them. With any of the overlords to be honest. Alastor was the last one I've let close, and not even willingly. And Alastor has been missing for some time now... I set the note on my desk and motion Aspen away. They smile and leave.
Turning to the note I breathe in. I lean forward in my chair. Slowly I open the seam of the envelope and grab the paper letter inside.
"Dear Miss Y/n,
It's the pleasure of the V's to offer the wonderful chance at a business deal between our power companies. Between Valentino's Porn business, Vic's tech, and Velvet's media and your magic we could bring great power to our fingers. Think about the offer. We'd love to have you. Meet at our headquarters tonight, 7:30 pm. Sharp.
~The V's"
Oh shit. I stare at the offer of a meeting with some of Hell's biggest Overlords. Most powerful. Probably most crappy too. I sigh and glance at the shimmering clock on my office wall. I'd be meeting them in two hours. If I go.
Two hours, hm? I roll my chair back from my desk and stretch my arms. I stand up and grin. Let's get ready then.
And just like that going to meet the V's was a go.
***
I had on a classy yet impressive outfit. It was black with red and blue accents. Charmed with silver details. (Imagine what you'd like :])
I grin in the mirror and grab my staff. The symbols on it confused me, yet I felt as if they matched my soul. I sound insane thinking that.
I walk out of my office through my grand building. I watch my employees as they do their work. I spot Aspen. They caught my eye and dismissed themselves to talk with me.
"Meeting I assume?" They asked while walking with me to the door. I nod and Hand them a list of things to be done.
"And you are in charge of getting everyone to finish these."
"Yes ma'am." Aspen nodded and walked away to give out orders. I walked out through the glass doors. The fresh scents of blood and chaos never fail to fly through the air. I decide I'd walk to the meeting, I had enough time to spare. Which also gave me time to think. This proposal seemed random, yes. But to think of it, having all four of us work together from such different...structures would be a great combine. I drag my hand along a brick wall as I walk down the crumbling sidewalk. I do wonder how much of foil Heaven and hell are from one another.
I had no need to think of this right now though. I had just stepped foot on the same street I did when I first died. The street I sat on when I saw Vox. Whom I didn't know at the time. I haven't been here much since.
I take in a quick inhale of air, and exhale it out before walking in. I have to say, the building was quite beautiful in the inside as it was on the outside. The same aesthetic ran throughout the structure. I look around realizing I have no idea where to go. I awkwardly make my way to a desk a worker was at.
They looked up lazily as if they couldn't give two shits if I stole everything here and walked out. I look them in their eyes.
"Hello. I'm supposed to be meeting with the V's. Name's Y/n." I glanced at what they were doing, they were simply scrolling on their phone. What a greatttttt thing to be doing while working. Fuckin lazy- they cut into my thoughts.
"Oh. To their office. Room? I dunno. Where they work a lot." They roll their eyes and call for someone else to come over. This worker seemed more...aware.
"Oh hello Miss Y/n, overlord of magic. I-Follow me. I'll walk you to where your meeting with the V'a are." I nod and the other worker looks like a shock wave washed over them. Probably didn't know I was semi-important huh? I chuckle to myself. I can spook him later.
As we walk I take in every detail. Every soft carpet. Every wall design. I admire the work on the building. Soon enough we reach a black door. Huge. Glossy. Definitely an important room.
"Here you go, I'll go let them know you're here." The worker scrambled inside and popped out a few seconds later. Their blue eyes meeting mine.
"They're all set.."
"Thank you..." I pause for their name.
"Orion."
"Thank you, Orion." I walk inside the room. Ready as unready as I mentally could be.
"Ooh~ So the magic overlord also has the body of a future star~" An extremely tall moth demon walked over to me. Dragging his long fancy fur coat. His pink transparent glasses shading his flirtatious expression.
"Screw your idea. She could definitely work for modeling my outfit designs." A small, sass filled demon said twirling her pigtails with one hand and framing me with her figures on the other. I give them a "wtf are we talking about smile".
"She's not here for that. Fuck faces." I look to my right to be met with the screen head once more.
His suit was flawless. His body was lanky, yet charming. He walked over to you. The only thing off was...how fucking annoyed he looked. He looked like he'd combust at any given moment. Yikes. So we've got a horny moth, a sassy midget, and a hot headed tv.
"Voxxxx~don't talk to me like that." The moth, Valentino, warned in a seductive manner. The short pigtail for, who I believe would be Velvet jumped onto a couch and pulled her phone out like a teenager. Valentino made his way over to Vox who looked raged. Yet he held his composer.
"Vox. Nice to meet you Y/n." He held his hand out to shake. I take his hand in mine.
"Pleasure to be here." He lets go quick and clears his throat.
"Would you like to talk discussing our proposal of a partnership?"
"I'd appreciate knowing what I'd be getting into."
***
After discussing the partnership I agreed. We'd be joining companies. I've been sitting in the bar for hours now. Thinking about the business plans. Trying to think of any flaw I may have missed. Or any idea I had to offer. I sip the rest of my drink before calling the bartender for another.
"This is about your sixth drink Miss Y/n" the bartender shrugged and poured me another cup.
"And you know I can handle more." I take a large sip of the alcohol. It tingled down my throat. Suddenly the door flies open and someone in a suit stomps their way in. I glance at the face.
Vox?
He sits a seat away from me at the counter. He asks the bartender for a strong cup. Strongest he could get. Oh so he's trying to get blackout wasted. I sip my drink once more and watch him for a minute. He looks so pissed.
"Funny seeing you here Vox, eh?" I say before sipping my drink again. He turns to me rage filling his eyes.
"Oh." He mutters. He glares hard and turns back to his drink.
"Shiiiit, what in Hell happened to you?" I turn my chair to face him entirely. I watch his eye twitch and his body tense. More.
"Shut the fuck up." He hissed back. He chugged his drink down and asked for another.
"Damn. That's not a polite way to speak to your business partner." I mutter under my breath rolling my eyes away from him.
"I owe you nothing just because we work together." He grumbles. He slouches over the counter. He seems very stressed. I decide not to take his words personally. There's a chance he didn't mean it. And if he did, who am I to even care?
I make the decision to not talk to him as e drinks in case I possibly him off more. I only just signed that contract, I didn't want it going to shit before we started.
I watched Vox get another drink. And another.
One more.
Another one.
A shot or two.
And the bottle was run dry.
Vox looked to be completely shitfaced. He stood up and held onto the counter for support. He turned to the chair between us and started cussing it out. Yelling near the top of his lungs, everyone looked over to see the overlord, Vox, yelling at a chair, completely wasted. His screen glitched and he tripped. Instinctively I grab his arms to keep him up right.
"I think it's best if we take you back to the others." I say quietly and let him sit back in his chair. For a split second his hands held onto me as I tried to let go.
"Noo, that fuckin' loser wants to go at it!" He clenches his fist eyeing the chair. I knock it over with my foot.
"Oh look he passed out from fear. Let's go." I offer him a hand to help him walk to the door. With my other hand I call Aspen to send a limo here. I had to get Vox home.
"I don't need help. Fuckin' bitch." He shoved my hand away and stood up. This son of a- He collapsed right into me sending us both to the floor.
"Ughhhh-" I groan and try to get up. Vox is lying in my lap glaring at me. I look at him a bit questioning of the position. He sat up quick and flipped off the chair that was on the ground.
Without saying anything I grab his hand and help support him to stand. His hand was warm and soft, weirdly enough considering he was...like a Tv?
He surprisingly clung to my arm and used me for all his balance. He still looked so stressed even while fully intoxicated. He just looked tired. Nothing like his regular news self. Must be an act to put on to keep everyone entertained. We sit on a curb as we wait for the limo. The drive back his place would be about fifteen minutes, the drive from my place was ten.
"Hey Vox," I said getting his attention. His face was in his palms and leaning over.
"Hm?" He mumbled in response. He didn't bother to look at me.
"What's bothering you?" I ask. It was risky to piss him off again, or more, but I couldn't help but feel bad he sat here struggling silently. Even if this is hell, I still have a heart.
"Alastor..." I look at him, confusion bubbling under my skin.
"He's not even around anymore..?" I offer and nudge his knee. He looks up from his lap and hands.
"He's back now." Vox turned away which I took as signal to drop the conversation.
The Radio Demon's back. I haven't seen him since I've gotten here.
That dude gave me the creeps.
The limo pulled up and I stand. Vox watched me. He still looked so drunk he'd pass out right there. I offer my hand. He takes it silently and gets into the limo. I wave to the driver and explain Vox had to go back home.
I look at Vox sitting in the back leaning against the window. He looked so tired. So upset. Stressed. Just done with the world. Me too, Tv.
I sit next to him.
"You know, Alastor isn't too big of a worry. You're real strong. And along with the other V's? Alastor can suck an egg."
I smile at him trying to reassure my new business partner. He glances at me and sighs.
"He almost beat me once." He pauses "I just wish he'd still be gone." Vox leans back into the seat. He looks at the ceiling of the limo with his glowing eyes. I lean my head back and stare at him.
"Almost."
He turns his head to me. Our faces close.he lowers the brightness of the screen in the dark. He blinks.
"He almost beat you. Long ago. He's got no chance anymore."
Vox gives me a tired smile and face the window again. I rest my hand on the seat, his does the same. Our fingers touch one another. Neither of us move.
We pull up to the V's headquarters.
I can't help it but my body wishes he wouldn't have to go. The ride here was peaceful.
I know he needs to go in though.
I walk him to the door where we're greeted by Val. I wave my goodbyes.
So, Alastor's back...
Weird...
And Vox doesn't like him.
Yippie yay! 2323 words lol
The next part may not be as long, we'll seeeeee
-Cd