You materialized in a billowing cloud of smoke just before the towering spires of the V Tower, straightening your blouse as you regained your bearings. "Time to speak with another overlord," you muttered under your breath, steeling your resolve before marching inside the imposing structure.

As you entered, your gaze fell upon a young woman you recognized, though wished you hadn't. She was lingering near the dais, her body language tense and uneasy. "Oh, it's you," she said, attempting to mask her fear, though you could see the apprehension in her eyes as she turned to face you fully.

Her voice wavered slightly as she continued, "Look, I can get either Vox or Valentio for you now, but it will have to wait. I have a runaway show situation to deal with first." Though the details were vague, there was an undercurrent of urgency and potential peril underlying her words.

Your confident words hung in the air as you turned away from her, a smirk dancing on your lips. Your heels clicked against the polished floor as you strode toward the elevator, the metallic doors sliding open at your approach.

 The ascent to the top floor was swift, the gears whirring as you prepared to confront Vox. Your hand, cool and steady, reached for the door handle, only to be encircled by a delicate tendril of pink smoke. The voice that emerged from the haze was smooth and seductive, laced with a hint of amusement.

"So, you're the one Angelcakes has left me for, hmm? I can see why Vox is so taken with you - you've got that certain something, don't you? Enchanting, truly."

Your head tilted upward, your black horns glinting in the light that shone down from above. Looming before you was a figure, not quite a man, but a demon moth with beguiling eyes that pierced your soul.

His leering smile revealed a gold tooth, reminiscent of Angel's own.
He reached forward, cupping your cheek.


"Ah, I see you're the dragon demon that Alastor took to that dreadful hotel," he sneered. "I am Valentino, but you may call me 'Daddy'... if you behave, dearie."

You scoffed at Valentino's arrogant demeanor. "Valentino, I've heard quite a lot about you." Without warning, you seized his wrist, twisting it in an upward motion. Pain flickered in those beguiling eyes of his. "Now, I suggest you remove your hand from me, as I'm not here to converse with you—just Vox."

Valentino sniffed dismissively, a smirk curling his lips. "You're the demon that had their way with him, aren't you? I knew I was on the right trail."

A low, menacing chuckle escaped your lips—a sound that sent shivers down Valentino's spine, though he kept his composure. "Ah, has he told the whole tower?" you teased. "Was I really that unforgettable?"

Your claw trailed down Valentino's pulse, causing it to stutter under your touch. A smirk played on your lips as you realized he, too, was a man easily enticed by a pretty face.

Vox materialized before you, electricity crackling in the air as his form took shape. "I wouldn't say unforgettable, just very, very good at what you do," he stated matter-of-factly. You released Valentino and fixed your gaze on Vox, your purple eyes darkening as they seemed to absorb the light around you.

"Ah, there you are, boss man," you drawled, leaning back casually. "I'm here to talk about my friends." Your smile faded, replaced by a look of intensity as your power surged forth. Valetino and Vox were both reminded of your status as an overlord—no wonder you felt so good in bed. You'd probably done this before.

Vox stumbled over his words before finally managing, "What... about them?" You laughed, a sound that reverberated through the room, causing both men to pulse with desire—even if it was a facade.

Your laugh faded as quickly as it had come, and your expression hardened. Your form shifted, scales emerging from your skin in a dazzling array of colors—purple, black, and white—each hue melding seamlessly into the next. As you towered over the two men, your wings unfurled, casting shadows that danced menacingly across the walls. Your voice rumbled with authority as you snarled, "Maybe leave them the fuck alone." The transformation was both magnificent and terrifying, a reminder of your true nature as a powerful dragon.

Valentino took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out a cloud of hot pink smoke that enveloped you. With a flick of your claw, you dispersed the smoke, causing your jingling muzzle to glint in the light. Your patience was wearing thin, but you knew neither man would have been able to resist your advances if you had given in to your desires.

"Fine," you sighed, wrinkling your nose in annoyance. "You both want me now? Take me."

Their jaws dropped in unison, shock registering on their faces as they realized the implications of your offer.


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Striding out of the office, you sighed and straightened your attire, your dragonborn form still intact. Your white tail lashed behind you, and your black, star-studded wings remained spread wide. This form had become your constant companion since your death a few months ago—an eternity, it felt like. You could alter your appearance at will, but this striking combination of black and white was your preference, a reflection of the duality within you.

Arriving at the hotel, you spotted Angel still engaged in conversation with Husk and Alastor, while Niffty hovered nearby.

"Ah, Y/N, my dear, you've arrived!" Alastor exclaimed, rising from his seat to extend his hand. You accepted it graciously, smiling warmly at the diminutive demon as she curled around your feet. "Let's go and stab someone, shall we, L/N?" she chirped.

Chuckling, you scooped her up and placed her gently in Alastor's arms. "I'm afraid I don't have time for that today, my little imp. My body is quite sore, but perhaps tomorrow," you cooed, caressing her cheek.

Your friends watched you ascend the stairs, Niffty now stiffly trailing behind. "Something is definitely off with her," Angel remarked, raking his hand through his hair. "It's almost like she was... uh, quite physically engaged, if you catch my drift."

Husk facepalmed and groaned. "No way, Angel, that's not it. We would know if she did."Vaggie entered the room, snorting derisively. "And why would she tell us about her love life?"

Husk rolled his eyes. "Because that's just how Y/N is! She shares everything with us."

Alastor, twirling his claws on his cane, interjected, "Normally, I would agree with you, Husker, but there was indeed something peculiar about her demeanor. I concur with Angel—she seemed quite... altered."

Vaggie sighed exasperatedly. "Just leave her alone! Girls aren't exactly keen on bragging about their conquests like you boys are." With that, she spun around and marched up the stairs, declaring, "I'll retrieve Niffty so Y/N can get some rest." And with a final glare, she too vanished.The boys were left alone in the living room, their suspicions still simmering. Suddenly, Sir Pentious slithered in. "Oh, where is Y/N? I heard she's returned."

Angel, resting his head on the bar counter, blurted out, "Probably up in her room getting—"Husk cut him off with a glare, while Sir Pentious blinked in confusion. "Dear Y/n, no! She wouldn't do that... to us, would she?"

Alastor shrugged, his smile still in place. "Who knows? We hardly know anything about her. Though, I'd wager she might've had a rendezvous with the King of Hell last week. Think about it." He tapped his cheek thoughtfully. "Maybe."

The others gaped openly at him. Meeting their stares with that signature smirk of his, he exclaimed, "What? I'm just stating facts!"

Sir Pentious, flapping his hands in agitation, stuttered, "That c-can't have happened! She was with me last week!"

Angel chimed in, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, remember? She was hanging out with those new demons in town—the Stray Kids or something corny like that."

He huffed. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's sleeping with every sinner in the Pride Ring."

Charlie burst through the main door, her eyes wide with anger as she gasped in disbelief. "How dare you say something like that about your own friend!" she barked, her hands waving wildly in the air. "Y/N would never behave like that!"

Alastor appeared beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down, Charlie," he soothed. "It is true—she was with your father last week, wasn't she? You should know, since you have been coming here more often lately... and not just to see you."

Charlie shook her head. "I know he's here to see her, but it's good that my father likes her." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother wasting my time on you four!"

Angel laughed melodramatically, leaning over the counter with a hand pressed to his chest. "Oh, princess, you wound me!"

Husk nudged him out of the way, scowling and rolling his eyes.

Lucifer then strolled in, looking as high and mighty as ever. "Oh, what were we talking about here? That dragonborn Ms. L/N? Oh, damn, she's fine as hell!" He laughed happily, prompting Alastor to shoot Charlie a knowing glance, to which she groaned in response.

Just then, Vaggie returned downstairs with Niffty in her arms. "Y/N's asleep right now," she announced, then paused when she spotted Lucifer. "Your Highness, if you're looking for your little toy, she's upstairs. But don't go up there—she'll likely poke out an eye if woken."

Lucifer, his expression a mixture of surprise and mild disappointment, stammered briefly before composing himself. "She's... asleep?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to wait.

"Very well," he said, turning on his heel. But before he could exit, he paused, glancing over his shoulder at Charlie. "Darling, do me a favor and call me when she wakes," he requested, his tone a blend of impatience and affection.

Without waiting for an answer, he swept out of the room, his regal presence lingering even after his departure.