As voted, F/N is going to be meeting with the Overlords of Pentagram City! What unique direction will that take them? How will he be influenced by such power being brought to bare around him? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL- AHEM! Sorry. FIND OUT NOW ON DRAGON BALL- MORON! WRONG SERIES!

Alison hummed as she strolled down a street in Pentagram City, closely followed by Pentious' Egg Boiz who were acting as her new minions.

"Oh, boy! What's the plan, boss?"

"I like your suit!"

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I touch your staff thing?"

"Are those your ears or is it your hair? I can't tell!"

Alison's eye twitched with thinly veiled frustration as she walked, a pained smile frozen on her face. Behind her, a shadow, blacker than black, moved against an abnormally dark alley. The form appeared  in front of her, revealing itself to be the Overlord Zestial.

"Hark, Alison. How fare thee this day?" he asked, voice echoing slightly. Alison stiffened in response, concerned as to why another Overlord would be in such a place.

"Who's that, boss? Want me to rough him up for you?" one of the eggs asked, taking an old boxing stance.

"Follow in silence if you value your shell!" she glared, tapping the shell of the speaker.

"Greetings, Zestial!" she continued, turning to the Overlord like an old friend. One demon turned the corner to see the two Overlords and fell back in shock.

"Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day," Zestial hummed. As he spoke, a demon dressed like an old west cowboy nearly fell out the backdoor of the building beside them in a fight. Upon seeing Alison and Zestial together, he found the trash to be a worthwhile hiding spot.

"Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!" Alison said excitedly. Almost at her words, a demon, seeing Zestial, poured gasoline over himself and set himself on fire, screaming.

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?" the shadowy Overlord asked as the two began walking together. Most demons  who spotted them hid, ran, or avoided them entirely.

"It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to... holy arms. As well as the circulation of proof thou lost to new blood." Alison laughed, holding her cheek.

"Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. And that 'new blood' is more interesting than he seems," she said, adjusting her bowtie and coat in a window reflection. Her cheeks were a bit rosy as she thought of him.

"Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!" Alison giggled as an old laugh track played from her microphone.

"There too hath been rumor of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?" Zestial asked, his cloak flaring like a cobra's intimidation display. Alison kept her cool and spun her cane.

"That is for me to know. But please, do guess, I'd love to know the theories!" Her smile was almost taunting. Zestial only chuckled.

"T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alison. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm!"

"Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment!" Alison bowed slightly.

Alison, Zestial and the Egg Boiz turned into an alleyway with a row of lifts. The security camera tracked Zestial walking in view, but Alison's image glitched when she stepped into frame.

"Ah, I'd almost forgotten. Since you mentioned it, I believe F/N should be involved as well. Do you mind if I brought him here?" she asked. Zestial shook his head.

"Nay, I trust thy judgement. I hath been curious of him myself," he admitted.

~~

Returning to the rest of the Hotel staff and guests, Angel had lead them to a BDSM sex dungeon, complete with slapping noises in the background. The Spider demon looked satisfied with herself, Charlie was completely flabbergasted (Love that word), and Vaggie was simply furious.

"Angel! What the actual fuck?!" Vaggie growled.

"No activity requires more trust than BDSM, baby. No bond stronger than those formed through bondage! That's their motto!" Angel teased, pointing to a poster on the wall, which did indeed read "No bond stronger than those formed through bondage".

"Angel, love the enthusiasm. But, umm, uh, hmmm," Charlie began, trying to still be positive despite her discomfort.

"What makes you think anyone would be into this?"

"You know, I, I don't hate this," Husk admitted, purring as he was getting a massage.

"Well, some of it's not that different to what I did for my mobility training," F/N said, surprising everyone with the wild position he was in. Angel had to bite her lip to keep from drooling even.

"I'm actually impressed," Charlie and Vaggie said together. The two looked between each other with a slight blush before turning and trying to collect themselves. Nifty finally returned from some hidey-hole wearing a dominatrix outfit.

"I'm ready to punish some bad boys!" she giggled psychotically.

"...Never mind, I-I'm out!" Husk growled, standing up and stepping away at the sight.

"Y-Yeah, me too!" F/N said, admittedly a little scared. A demon with snake hair appeared behind Charlie and started giving her a massage. Other demons began closing in on Charlie and rubbing themselves against her.

"Okay, hello there. Hi. Um. Hm. Hm," Charlie stuttered nervously, gently trying to get away until Vaggie pulled her out.

"Ugh! I can't fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angel. This is disgusting," Vaggie hissed.

"It's no big deal, Vaggie. You know, maybe I can just help, uh-" Charlie said, Vaggie cutting her off.

"No. I told you you could trust me, and I'm not going to let you down. I just need to teach them, the way I was taught..." As she said this, Vaggie smiled with excitement with the perfect trust exercise for all of them in mind.

The group found themselves standing on a rooftop with half-destroyed buildings all around them. Everyone was shocked that the exercise has taken them to a live turf war battlefield with guns blazing in the background, demons screaming, and explosions booming.

"THIS IS HOW YOU LEARNED TO TRUST PEOPLE?!" Charlie shouted over the roar of the city below. On the ground, demons were shooting each other, brawling with weapons, and one demon was on fire, screaming and running around while others were still enjoying the carnage.

"Yee-haw!" shouted a cactus demon dressed like a cowboy. (Hey wait a minute-)

"Let's go, Baby!" taunted a demon with a very punk outfit.

"Bring it on, Bitch!" the cowboy demon growled back.

"I-I don't feel comfortable doing this- I'm gonna... I can hear... Alison is saying she needs me! Yeah! Yeah I'll- I'll go help her out..." F/N said, stepping back before suddenly disappearing in a puff of suspiciously voodoo magic adjacent smoke.

"Wait- and he's gone..." Vaggie groaned, clearly upset by how her plan was seeming to fall apart so quickly.

"Don't worry, he's still just figuring things out. Besides, he's been so nice this far. I can't imagine him doing anything particularly dangerous or sinful," Charlie said. Vaggie nodded, knowing that in some ways, F/N was too nice for his own good.

"I'm just worried Alison might take advantage of his kindness. She is a deal-maker."

~~

Zestial and Alison got into one elevator while F/N got into another all by himself, given he was nearly twice the size of both Overlords combined and the two of them barely fit into one comfortably by themselves with one Egg Boi hiding between them. The other Egg Boiz attempt to follow, but Alison blocked them with her cane.

"No, no. I have a very important task for you. Stay here and guard the front until I return." The Egg Boiz saluted at her orders as the door to her elevator closed and began it's ascent.

"Oh, look. Frank is up there," one of the Egg Boiz said as he pointed to the lift where 'Frank' was inside, pounding on the glass.

"We have names?" another asked, confused.

The lift reached the top of the building and opened, where Alison, Zestial, and Frank walk out with F/N already waiting. Frank watched as other Overlords came out of other lifts and went into another room, the only Overlord present taller than F/N easily stepping over the Egg Boi due to her massive stature. Frank follows them in and stands near Alison's seat. The Overlord next to Alison turned to look at Frank and he waved. She smiled widely at him, showing her pointed, knife-like teeth. Frank hid behind Alison's chair as Carmilla Carmine strode to the head of the table.

"Welcome, sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest." As she slammed her hand on the table, Zestial took his seat and F/N broke off his already short conversation with Odette and Clara to stand next to Alison.

"Zestial, so good to see you, my friend," Carmilla said, smiling.

"Enchanted as always, Carmilla," he replied simply.

"Alison?" Carmilla asked. Alison was thought either dead or just completely fucked off.

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering!" she said mockingly.

"...Not really. We're all more interested in why you brought him here, and even that has an obvious explanation. But welcome back in any case." Alison narrowed her eyes in Carmilla's general direction, offended.

"This year's Extermination was brutal, far more even than years past. We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost," she explained, taking the clipboard handed to her with several statistics and projections on it. She nodded to Odette who used a remote to project a slide onto the screen behind Carmilla.

"With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we-" Carmilla began to explain, only to be interrupted yet again by the door slamming open and the Overlord Velvette strutting in and talking obnoxiously on her phone.

"Yes, I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought... Yes, I know. They're all a joke... Thank you, V. See you soon. Kisses, darling," she laughed before hanging up and sitting opposite to Carmilla.

"Nice of you to join us, Velvette. Will your... colleagues be joining?" Carmilla asked, irritated at the very thought.

"No, they have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit. I'm here to represent. Speaking of, who's the tall hunk?" Velvette asked, pointing at F/N. Immediately, he turned around to see who she was pointing to. As expected, or as for one UNexpected, there was nothing but a wall.

"I'm talking about you, dumbass!" Velvette said, laughing.

"Can't be. You said 'hunk', implying I'm attractive. And muscular- have any of you ever seen a true, Mr. Olympia contestant? Like imagine me but twice the size and half the fat percentage." Velvette started laughing harder. Alison tilted her head, her eyes narrowed as she glared at the Vee.

"Of course you are! It's just that shitty fashion sense that's taking it away! I mean really, your clothes are so loose it's like you lost several hundred pounds and continued wearing the same clothes!" F/N looked irritated.

"I don't quite like the tone of your voice. As a matter of fact, I like my anime and comic book hero clothes." He turned away and Carmilla sighed, shaking her head.

"We are not here to debate how appealing one looks, let alone a guest who has, as of yet, not contributed anything to-" she began, only stopping when she caught sight of Alison grinning widely.

"Is there something you'd like to contribute, Alison?" Carmilla asked, Alison standing up.

"Actually, there is. I'm sure, though inexperienced he is, he could provide invaluable... contributions you said? F/N is the strongest of us here; at least, as far as I can tell. And while he has no souls under his thumb, I suggest allowing him to participate in these meetings, either as an honorary Overlord or with the position in full." The whole room erupted into murmurs and F/N waved his hands as if trying to clear away the notion.

"I don't think we can really say for sure. I mean you're not physically strong, but you've got that unfair, voodoo deal magic stuff. Carmilla makes weapons. Zestial is some sort of shadow spider demon- definitely a vibe, really cool actually. Velvette is... Actually I don't know how Velvette is strong- I mean there's nothing immediately obvious..." F/N said, sweating nervously as he felt so many eyes on him. The Overlord in question simply smiled and glared.

"Hard to get, are we?" Alison asked, giggling.

"You may be strong, but not that smart it seems. Whatever; I can make you a star and myself more influential!" Velvette growled, still smiling.

"I don't even have a phone..." F/N said, shocking her.

"WHA- We need to fix that! Ugh, the hot ones are always retarded or disgusting pigs..." she huffed, sending dozens of texts in mere seconds.

"I may not have the most intelligence, but that was uncalled for," F/N glared, causing Velvette to just give him the finger and blow a kiss at him.

"Quiet! All of you! Now, as I was saying, we need to discuss-" Carmilla sighed, getting interrupted for a third time by Velvette waving her hand like a third-grader. (Don't tell her I said that.)

"Yes?" she glared.

"On the subject of discussion..." Velvette took out the head of an Exorcist  and threw it onto the table. The other overlords stared at it and muttered to each other in stark disbelief.

"Holy shit!" - "Oh! Tasty..." - "What the fuck- Alison! Ew!"

"Where did you get this?" Carmilla asked, accusingly.

"We found it during Extermination day. If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them. The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan--" Velvette began, getting onto the table. Once she reached the middle, she smiled down at Alison and F/N. Well, really just F/N. As she spoke, however, Zestial interrupted by sipping his tea loudly and aggressively to drown out Velvette.

"If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meagre proof, thou art far more... foolish than I be thought." His tone was demeaning as he made little attempt to hide his insults.

" 'Meagre proof?' It's a dead fucking Exorcist. I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?"

"We know not how this perished. Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing mightn't, they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?" The other overlords muttered in agreement of Zestial's remarks, causing Velvette to growl slightly. Velvette notices Carmilla's expression and smiles.

"Oh, I get it. So Grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right? Oh, what's the matter, Fossil? Too senile to make a real power grab for-" Velvette mocked Zestial. But before she could continue, Carmilla stood up and glared in her face, expressing outrage while starting to sing. F/N, still standing behind Alison, more bewildered than ever.

https://youtu.be/rgYRbtdqTRE

Both Carmilla and Velvette glared at each other at the end of their... duet? Song battle? The other Overlords all stared at the two when Alison finally decided to break the silence.

"That was a productive meeting!"

"Does EVERYONE bust into song at the drop of a hat? And where did the fucking backbeat come from?!" he whispered to himself.

"Hm. Fine. Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my arse!" Velvette began to walk out before looking back to F/N.

"I'll be seeing you real soon, hottie," she said with a wink.

"What the hell? We literally just got here!" said the tall Overlord with green hair and pink highlights.

"Mother?" Odette asked, concerned as the Overlords began to get up and leave. All of them walked back towards the lift save for Carmilla, Odette, Clara, and Zestial, who instead entered another room. Alison took notice of F/N strangely breaking off to follow, only catching him as she had turned to look while headed to the lifts.

"Hmm. Well that's interesting. You, little egg creature. I have a job for you," she grinned, pointing her cane at Frank.

"Oh. Yes, boss!" he said eagerly.

"Follow them!" Frank saluted her before following after F/N.

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