Guess whose still kicking bitches?


The crisp air of Mammon's villa was suffocating to breathe in.

Traversing the halls of Mammon's mansion felt as though he were trapped in a never-ending cycle of passageways.

The palace was littered with columns made of marble and gold trim; the palace littered with an array of shades ranging from pale white to a deep lustrous yellow. Burgundy curtains with linen sheets with gold embedded into the fabric as decoration.

Moss colored vines wrapped themselves around the column in an elegant fashion, illuminating the regal touch of architecture. The walls were a velvety beige color with white tiled floors. Every room was littered with homey furniture and a luxurious two-way staircase with a giant chandelier hanging from above.

It was truly a breath-taking sight, yet Vox couldn't find himself fully enamored in the beauty of it all as each time he opened his eyes to gaze at his surroundings, his mind reminded him of his true purpose for being here…

He wasn't here out of any of his volition. No, this was all Mammon's idea and perhaps under different circumstances he'd find himself at home here, but he didn't.

For no amount of glamor could hide the true purpose of this place. To keep him locked up tight without any window for escape.

He knew should've expected a catch to the 'warm welcome' he received upon reuniting with Mammon, but even now, he couldn't help but feel the loneliness threaten to consume him whole…

The frustration in his step was clear as he speed-walked across the hallway. In his fury, he neglected to take notice of Mammon's presence as he strode past the courtyard, ignorant of his surroundings until the familiar scent of cigar smoke flooded his nostrils.

Mammon laid on the couch, eyes half-lidded in deep thought with a glass of wine placed on the table nearby and a cigar in his mouth. A ribbon of neon green smoke suffocating the air,

The Jester had been plagued with thoughts…thoughts he knew he shouldn't have, and he had been trying to distract himself to no avail…

His focus shifted to Vincent, noticing the mortal's spunk in his walk. The Jester's pale green eyes bore into the mortal before calling out, "Vincent, I hadn't expected to see you here…"

The Former Overlord's heart threatened to leap out of his chest as he stopped short, slowly but surely turning his head to face Mammon. His feet were frozen to the ground, and he didn't dare move a muscle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu-

A part of him hoped if he stood still enough, Mammon would forget he was ever there. He didn't want to confront Mammon, not right now. The memories were still fresh in his mind and soreness remained despite the passing days.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on Vox's side as Mammon was quick to address him.

Mammon narrowed his eyes at Vincent's stiffness before chuckling, "Oh there you are, mortal… I was wondering when I'd see you around…"

Vox didn't respond to Mammon, instead merely standing frozen like a statue, as if he were stuck in a trance.

"Mortal, are you alright?" Mammon asked again, receiving no response once more, "You seem quite quiet. Is something bothering you?"

Vincent shook his head, a small bit of false hope building up that if he pretended to be alright, he'd be able to leave.

This hope was shattered when Mammon beckoned him with his finger, "Come here, Vincent." He utters in a hush and delicate tone, a strange sense of comfort in his voice.

Vincent reluctantly sat beside his Master, the Ruler of Greed, patiently awaiting his arrival. Once he sat down, he didn't dare speak, eyes glued to the floor as he clenched the cushions tightly.

"Would you care for a mortal drink?" He offered, holding the chalice up for Vincent to see.

Vox shook his head, drinking wasn't his vice and besides…he wasn't entirely sure what exactly the contents were, and he didn't dare ask…

"Is smoking more your forte?" He inquired, noticing the mortal's reluctance, "If so, you can have mine…"

The Former Overlord blinked as Mammon handed him the cigar. The fumes of Mammon's cigar had only intensified up close and the suffocating smell so undeniably Mammon, deceptively soft yet powerful and suffocating all the same.

The fumes were akin to a brimstone of hellfire burning from a sickly green flame…

Despite his reluctance, Vox couldn't deny the temptation to try the cigar lingering within his battered heart. It had been so long since had anything resembling a smoke-break and having Mammon of all people offer him one was an opportunity he couldn't pass up…

He silently accepted the gesture of kindness from his Master, relaxing ever so slightly as the nicotine flowered through his veins. He blew out some smoke from the cigar, relishing in the stress-reliever whilst he still could as the nicotine slowly chipped away at him from the inside.

Mammon sipped from his chalice momentarily before asking the dreaded question, "So…mortal, now that you're situated…may why you've been avoiding me?"

Vox flinched, already disliking the turn of events, "I…I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Don't play dumb with me, mortal," He chides, "We both know you've been distancing yourself from me. Is there a reason for this attitude of yours? I know you were always a tad moody, but you were never this recluse before. What's eating at you?"

Vox's heart sank deeper into the pits of his stomach. That was the exact question he had been dreading. He had a feeling Mammon knew he was avoiding him, but he was hoping that he wouldn't acknowledge it…

God forbid luck be on his side for once in his godforsaken life…

"What's it to you?" he balked, "Why do you care how I feel? Surely, you've got better things to concern yourself over than my 'feelings' of all things…"

"Do you remember the deal we made, mortal?" He inquires, Vincent flinching at the reminder, "We had an arrangement, a simple one at that. You relinquish ownership of your entire being and accept me as your Master, and in exchange I allow you to work alongside me Whilst our circumstances have since shifted since then, the deal remains set in stone, it hasn't changed despite everything…"

"But you have…" Vox adds.

"Pardon?"

"You've changed," Vox repeats, memories of their prior encounters flashing through his mind, from the first night he laid with Mammon to the last. All the vulgar memories rushed through him all at once in vivid detail.

The sex…God…it was unlike anything he ever felt before.

None of the prior sex with Val could compare to the dominating presence Mammon exerted during their passionate times together. The Jester was oppressive, overbearing and ruthless as he exercised his authority over him, making him beg and cry out like a bitch in heat…

Yet the moments that Vox truly recalled the tender moments they had together. Fleeting moments of kindness where Mammon would slow the speed of his thrusts enough for him to adjust or wipe away his tears whilst whispering sweet nothings into his delicate ears. Moments that lasted mere seconds, but to Vox, they lasted an eternity in the heat of the moment…

Still, one moment stood out from all the others. The memory of Mammon saving him from his fellow associates after he had royally pissed them off mere moments prior. The Jester had come to his rescue like a knight in shining armor, like his guardian angel of sorts…

Angel. God, using those words to describe Mammon felt wrong…to describe the embodiment of Greed in such a way was almost comical, but that didn't stop him from doing so otherwise.

The 'relationship' between them had progressed in ways Vox hadn't ever seen coming and to be honest…he wasn't entirely sure how to describe this thing they had.

All he knew was that it was certain 'something'. Just what that something was he couldn't say however…

"I don't understand what you mean, mortal. Nothing has changed-"

"That's a lie," Vox retorts under his breath, "Don't deny it, Mammon. Things have changed since we first met, that much is obvious. Thing is, are you going to admit it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, mortal," Mammon said firmly, though there was this tinge of contradiction in his voice. It was subtle, but still lingering within the air as they spoke.

"Dismissing me like all the others?" He asks, "I'd say I'm surprised, but I think we both know I'd be lying, wouldn't we? "The mortal couldn't help but chuckle dryly as he gazed into the Jester's eyes.

There was a sense of obscurity in the Jester's eyes, a hazy fog of mystery clouded over him. It was unlike the facade he put on for the public, propping himself as an entertainer with a constant smile on his face.

In his own domain however, not so much…

"You know, Mammon," He started shakily, a wry smile wrenched across his face, "With how much has happened, I never got the chance to truly speak about this. There was never a good time and frankly…I didn't want to talk about it and to an extent, I still don't. But my discomfort hardly matters now does it? He asked again with a sneer in his voice as he glanced up at his Master knowingly, "But I think we already knew that by now…"

"Truth is…I always wanted to ask why, Mammon?"

"Why what?"

"What have you put up with me for so long?" He asked, adorning a subdued tone as the question pierced through the tension like a knife to the jugular, aiming for the vitals for peak results.

The Jester fell silent for a moment, as if truly contemplating his next words carefully, "What do you mean, mortal?"

"You know what I mean," He hissed, "Why do you insist on keeping me around despite everything?"

He rambled on, Mammon silently observing him as he did so.

"I've caused you nothing but trouble, running away every chance I got…and yet you still pursued. Why do you even bother keeping me around when I'm nothing but an inconvenience?"

"That isn't true mortal, you're not an inconvenience…"

Vox scoffed, "You may say that, but your associates most certainly disagree. They treat me with contempt and disdain…"

"That's normal," Mammon dismissed, "We Sin don't think too highly of mortals. Surely even a mortal such as yourself could comprehend such a simple concept?" He asked, glaring at Vincent and studying his expression.

"It's only natural for a species to respect their own kind and care less for others. You cannot say you wouldn't not do the same to your fellow man. I've seen first-hand what you mortals are capable of, left to your own devices and believe me, it's nothing pretty…"

"I know," Vox admits, knowing all too well what Mammon said was true. "None of us are saints. I understand them looking down upon me…but I do think it's odd they don't respect you either…"

The Jester flinched at this comment before inquiring, "Whatever do you mean, mortal? My associates respect me, even if we do not see eye to eye all the time…"

"Oh really?" He asks with a dry chuckle, "It doesn't seem like. Your associates don't seem to respect your wishes."

"What makes you say that mortal?"

"Personal experience…" He sighs, putting the cigar down on the ash-table nearby, "I'm impressed you haven't noticed. Well, maybe you have. You just don't want to admit it. Because then…that'd mean they'd think less of you when they shouldn't. You're all supposed to be equals…but I guess the power dynamic always shifts when a new factor comes into play. Especially since with how things have changed…" He continued, "Which is why I'm asking, why do you keep around despite these inconveniences? I know their judgment bothers you, so why not just get rid of me? Surely, it'd be easier for your reputation if you disposed of me…"

Mammon narrowed his eyes, "Is this your way of trying to get out of our mortal arrangement? It won't work…"

"Hardly," Vox retorts, "I'm just curious. Why do you bother keeping me around? It seems like it's causing a strain on your reputation. It's not like I'm offering you anything…well…anything you couldn't easily obtain from someone else," He admits, rubbing his shoulders as the ever present reminder of Mammon's touch ghosted over him, the memories still fresh in his mind.

"So, tell me…Why Mammon? Why keep me around when no one else bothers to? Everyone else in my life already left me one way or another except you…Why is that?" His voice was hoarse, peering through the Jester's obscure gaze in hopes of finding the answer he sought.

He continued onward with his rambling, "You have no true obligation to answer me…We both know I can't truly demand anything out of you. I just wish I could get a straight answer from you about this to satisfy my curiosity so to speak…"

The Jester took another shot of wine from his chalice before answering, setting the glass aside as he did so, "If it truly satisfies your mortal mind, I don't see why not. You see, the reason I keep you around is quite simple. You're quite…how should I put it? Intriguing…."

"In what way?"

"Everything really," The Jester remarks softly, his expression was damn near inscrutable, though there was a hint of fondness in his eyes, or at least an emotion resembling that. "You're truly an exceptional man, Vincent. Not many captivate my attention for long, most grow stale…yet you seem to linger within my mind for a reason I can't quite grasp…"

"That still doesn't answer my question…Why bother keeping me around despite everything? Am I truly that entertaining to you?" He asked as he put his cigar out, "And if so…how long until you grow tired of me?"

"What makes you think I'd get tired of you, mortal?"

"People tend not to stick around me anymore than they need to. Pardon me if I'm a little skeptical you genuinely wish to keep me around despite all the inconvenience it brings to your reputation…"

Mammon sighed as he gently gripped the mortal's chin, "Mortal, look at me…"

Vincent obeyed this command begrudgingly, glancing up at Mammon with dreary eyes. The spark of light that flickered in Vincent's eyes had been replaced with a melancholic gloom, "I know life hasn't been kind to you…but do know I'd never abandon you like that wretched girl. You're far, far too precious to discard like garbage. And as for my associates…there is no need to concern yourself with them. I will deal with them when I see fit…"

"Aren't you worried they might plot against you for being too 'weak'?" He asked because he was aware of how…brutal the hierarchy was.

Even if this was a separate timeline, it had to abide by similar rules Hell's caste system abided by, one that relies on fear and brutality to remain standing.

Mammon stared at him for the longest time before cackling," Oh Vincent…are you worried about little ole me? How charming. But I must say, whilst your worry for me is rather misplaced, I appreciate the concern nevertheless."

"I know it's foolish considering who you are…But I can't help but care…" He admits wearily, his voice shaking up with every word, "After all, you're the only one stuck around despite everything. I…I don't think my heart would be able to take it if I lost another person…"

Those words…were oddly touching and for a split second, Mammon's black heart did skip a beat.

To hear that his mortal cared for him so dearly that he'd be utterly devastated at his loss was enough to cause a tiny stirrup of guilt within the depths of his conscience, though it was quickly snuffed out before it could possibly grow to fester.

It was a pitiful feeling, having his chest tighten this…it made him feel weak and Mammon despised it greatly, though he didn't dare let it show, not in front of him. He couldn't let this mortal see him in such a vulnerable position…

Instead, he maintained his composure in front of Vincent, allowing the mortal to grasp him tenderly as he clung to him.

Such an action he wouldn't have allowed had it been anyone else, but since it was Vincent…he was willing to make an exception.

"Don't worry," He soothed, raking his fingers through the younger man's hair comfortingly, "Nothing is going to happen to us, mortal…"

Us. Describing them like this felt…odd. Mammon didn't know how to fully describe the relationship he had with Vincent, this messy and complicated 'thing' they had was something mere words couldn't describe.

Vincent seemed to relax in his grip, his breathing slowing down, though his hands still clung tightly at Mammon's clothing, as though the Jester would vanish into particles of air if he dared let go.

Vincent was so…vulnerable against him and when Vincent lifted his head up to face him, there was this glint of neediness residing within those pale blue eyes of his. A subtle yet coy smile had sewn itself across his lips, eyes half-lidded as he gazed at him with an overbearing need.

His mortal needed him…He needed his attention..His affection…His praise…His everything.

The younger man tilted his head to the side and Mammon followed his movements, kissing the mortal passionately. Vincent's mouth tastes strongly of nicotine, leaving a peppery aftertaste against his tongue (not that Mammon minded).

The residue of his cigars was quite delectable, especially against the mortal's defiant tongue tangled against his one quite swimmingly might I add. The remnants of flavor were utterly divine, and he couldn't help but eagerly kiss him, only halting when the mortal's need for air became dire.

Even then, he only retracted at the last second, relishing in how breathless he could make the mortal. How he adored the weighted breaths that escaped Vincent as he struggled to catch his breath, a trail of saliva intertwined between the two men's lips.

Vox eyes drifted downward, glancing at Mammon's crotch that had a noticeable dent in his pants. He then started, "Can I-"

"Of course, you can, my spark," He chuckled, "Go right ahead…. Just don't bite…" He added, though his tone was playful, Vox could sense the threat behind it.

The mortal rolled his eyes before sinking to his knees and undoing Mammon's sash, slipping his hands into the elder man's pants and pulling out his prized assets. Mammon was firmly erect, and he let out a small grunt when Vincent cupped his balls.

Vox gave Mammon's cock a few strokes with his hands before opening his mouth. He used his tongue to lick the underside of Mammon's dick, taking in the noises the elder man made above him.

Vox let out a moan, sending pleasurable vibrations around Mammon's cock through his throat, bobbing his head up and down. The Jester's hands soon tangled themselves into his hair, yanking it downward, forcing the mortal to swallow all the way down to Mammon's base.

"That's it…Take it all in…" He praised, "You're truly a natural…"

Mammon was ruthless, shoving himself down his throat. Vox held himself steady, resisting the urge to choke as he had done so prior. Mammon's girth was hard to swallow, and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, though he didn't dare let them fall, forcing himself to feel numb and endure the pain.

Vox focused on pleasing the man above him, allowing his tongue to stick out as a way to tease his frenulum as Mammon drew his head back in sheer ecstasy.

"Heavens…Vincent…You're incredible…I…I'm so close…" He warned before releasing in Vincent's throat. Vincent didn't let a single drop escape, devouring all of Mammon's essence like a starving man before removing himself from the Jester's prick, his lips making a wet 'pop' sound once he retracted.

Mammon heaved a sigh of relief as he stroked the mortal's cheek, "Spectacular performance, mortal. I'm impressed…"

"Anything for you, Master," He remarked as wiped his mouth to clear off whatever residue remained before standing up. The words left a bitter taste on his tongue, as it seemed to shred whatever morsel of dignity, he had still possessed each time he said it, yet he felt compelled to do so.

As Vox stood up and turned his back to Mammon, undoing his cloak in the process. a small sultry smile plastered halfheartedly across his face as he worked on undoing his top, pulling it over his head as he gave the Jester a small strip tease by showing off his well sculpted body.

Before Vox could even contemplate moving to his pants, the corner of his eye caught sight of something, or rather someone staring at him from behind a pillar, their head just barely visible.

He would've dismissed it as housekeeping, but just the way they were dressed made it evident they weren't part of the staff he saw wandering the halls.

He wasn't sure how long they had been there or who they were for that matter, but the second he had blinked, they were gone.

'What the?' He asked himself, bewildered at the sight.

"Something wrong, mortal?" Mammon asked, noticing the shift in Vincent's composure.

"I…I swore I saw someone…" He spoke.

"It's probably housekeeping," Mammon dismissed.

"No," He denied,"They didn't look like housekeeping, Mammon. I think we were being watched by someone else…"

"Oh mortal, there's no need to be so paranoid," Mammon tsked,"Come on, there's no need to be shy. The housekeeping wouldn't dare make a peep about us…"

Vox scowled, "Are you kidding me? You're not even taking my claims seriously, are you?"

"Mortal, you're being dramatic," Mammon chided, "Just relax, we can continue from where we left off since I'm still in the mood."

"Well, I'm not, "Vox retorted as he put his shirt back on hurriedly, seemingly in a rush to get out.

"Mortal-" He warned, seemingly ready to berate him only for Vox to say,

"Look, Mammon…I don't feel comfortable doing this whilst someone else is watching. We can finish this another time, just not right now," He said, not bothering to pick up his cloak. "If you need me, just call…"

He dismissed himself, leaving Mammon all alone.

The Jester sighed as the mortal stormed off, zipping up his pants before directing his gaze at Vincent's left behind garment. He picked it up, gazing at it thoughtfully.

He chuckled in amusement, "Always one to leave so quickly. Can't even bother to pick up the things he leaves behind. Oh well…Finders keepers as one would say…" He muttered to himself before frowning as this feeling came over him.

Every time he thought of Vincent, this godforsaken sentimentality seemed to plague him and there was no outlet this time, his feelings threatening to swallow him whole and beneath the disdain, there was this small glint of fear…

Fear that Vincent may have been right about the others. He couldn't deny he saw the way their judgment bore into him nowadays. They were skeptical, believed he was being influenced and possibly a hindrance and could turn into a loose cannon…

He couldn't deny the points he made…and most of all…he couldn't deny this strange feeling in his chest he got whenever he looked at Vincent. Whenever he thought about him, this part of him lit up like a firework in the night sky.

The knowledge that the mortal cared for him only made this feeling worse.

Mammon grits his teeth before barricading himself within his personal chambers silently, his own hectic thoughts swimming in a chaos filled stream as the memories passed by, visions of the mortal clouded his head as he clutched his forehead.

In the meantime, Vox stormed off, frustration evident in his step, his mouth terribly sore and throbbing with pain. His breath reeking of the Jester's semen that had gushed down his gullet. Mammon wasn't exactly known for his gentleness and leniency during sex, often leaving him painfully numb in the aftermath of his wake.

Worst of all, someone had SEEN him sucking that bastard's dick. Bitch was just standing behind that pillar like some stalker with some weird ass mask on before vanishing.

'Housekeeping…' He thinks bitterly as those words echo his mind, rolling his eyes.

Mammon thought he was being dramatic, but he knew what he fucking saw. That wasn't a staff member, that was…someone else. Who in particular couldn't be sure, but it most certainly wasn't the attendants within the palace.


At this point, Vox wanted nothing more than to lock himself in his room for as long as possible. It was only a matter of time before Mammon decided to 'pay him a visit' and render him unable to walk straight for another few days…

Before he could, however, Vox suddenly found himself in a chokehold and dragged away. The attack was so sudden that he had no true time to register what happened, only snapping out of his haze when he found himself locked in a room he didn't recognize.

Enraged, he prepared to sink his teeth into whoever was holding him hostage.

However, a familiar voice caught him off guard, "I didn't come to hurt you, but I will sock you across the face if you even think of biting me, TV so I suggest you don't try it unless you want to get hurt…"

Vox froze up, he recognized that voice anywhere, his body going rigid.

"Husmph?" He tried to say Husk's name, though it came out muffled due to the hand clasped over his lips.

Thankfully, Husk seemed to understand him as he scoffed, though there was a tad bit of warmth behind his guttural font," Yeah, it's me. Long time no see…Though I figure greetings would probably be better if you could speak properly, wouldn't it?"

Vox nods.

The elder man sighed, "Just promise me not to scream. We just want to talk…"

'We?' Vox questioned internally, though he didn't bring it up just yet.

Instead, he took a breather once Husk's hand unclasped itself from his face and met his gaze.

Once Vox regained his composure, he glanced at Husk with an irritated glare and snapped at him,"OK, first off…what the fuck is your problem?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you serious? First you sneak up on me out of nowhere, pretty much clothesline and silence me before shoving me in this random ass room. Also…how the hell did you get in this palace? And what are you wearing? You look ridiculous."

"Hey, hey, one at a time," Husk ushered, "I get this is confusing and honestly it's a long story that I don't really have time to tell you. Point is, we're here to save you…"

"We?" Vox asked, "Who are we? I don't see anyone else in here," He then hissed, shivering at the cold. "And why is it so cold in here?"

He hadn't taken note of it prior due to the suddenness of the situation, but now that things had cooled off, he couldn't help but notice how bloody cold it was.

A part of Vox regretted leaving his cloak behind, because now would've been a good time to wrap up. It wasn't even a mild chill, it was beyond freezing and he couldn't understand why.

This room appeared to be nothing more than a storage area for the cleaning staff and there weren't any windows inside. The rest of the mansion had an adequate temperature, and it was confusing.

Husk groaned, "Oh my god, quit hiding already. He deserves to see you after all this time…"

Vox narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Husk, who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Give her a second, she'll come out…She has to…"

There was an awkward pause before a person manifested out of frost before their very eyes. Vox couldn't help but put his arms up as the frigid breeze blew past him.

In front of him was the person with the mask he saw prior. This person seemed apprehensive of him, composure stiff and racked with anxiousness, though he couldn't figure out why. Something about her was familiar…but he didn't know why….

"Do…Do I know you?" He asked.

There was a nod, and instead of a physical response, she removed her mask. Despite changing her body to resemble her elder brother, her face remained the same and quite recognizable.

It took a few moments for Vox to realize it was her (the hair was likely throwing him off), but when it finally clicked, the rage in his eyes was palpable, scary almost.

"What the hell is she doing here, Husk?" He inquired bitterly, his scowl firmly painted across his lips, pale blue eyes burning with utter disdain and contempt.

Helsa flinched, the once warm tone he addressed her with prior had completely eroded, replaced with this resentful front. The Princess was frozen solid like a pack of ice, unable to truly react.

"Vox, I understand you're confused but you gotta listen to us-"

"I don't have to listen to anyone," He retorts, "I'm done playing these mind games, Husk. I don't know why you're here and frankly, I don't really care. I want nothing to do with her. Now leave…"

"Hey, you can't just brush us off like that!" Husk complained.

"I can and I will," He explained.

"Vox, you better listen to us right now or-"

"Or what?" The Former TV Demon laughed, "You have no claim over what I do. You're not my Master…"

Helsa and Husk winced, the word 'Master' being used made their stomachs churn with disgust.

"Now…" He continued, "Give me one good reason I should consider not calling Mammon on your asses? Because if you keep pestering me, I won't hesitate…"

"Because you're so-called Master has been lying to you from behind your back," Husk informed, hoping to at least catch Vox's attention. Anything to not risk this entire mission being a failure…

There was a moment of tense silence as Vox glared at Husk in disbelief, though there was a tad bit of curiosity in his voice, "Do you seriously expect me to believe that? Do you have any truth to your claim or am I just supposed to take your word for it…"

"It's a long story, but I'll condense it down to only include the important bits," Husk explained.

Husk gave a quick summary of the events in chronological order, going from Angel's betrayal back during their escape from the asylum all the way up to Husk and Helsa reuniting with each other and gathering a resistance of sorts to aid their quest.

By the end of the story, Vox's expression was one of utter disbelief. He didn't seem to believe them at first as he was quick to deny,"N-No…that's not true. You're lying…Tell me you're lying…" He then snapped, "Tell me you're fucking lying, Husk…"

"Believe me, I wish I was…" Husk admitted.

The Former Overlord desperately searched for his eyes for any sign of dishonesty, any sign that it was all just a trick. But he found none.

Vox felt utterly violated as the realization came crashing down. His reality had been turned upside down, the feeling of betrayal and helplessness welling up in his stomach, threatening to swallow him whole in that very second…

And most of all, he was furious, furious at how he had been played the fool yet again.

That bastard's silver tongue tricked him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and he couldn't deny he had run into Mammon's arms like a child. That he had cried and clung to him and hoped he'd never let go.

Worst yet…a sick, twisted part of his subconscious still craved that bastard's touch and he hated it.

Hated how Mammon made his knees weak, hated how he hadn't bothered to doubt Mammon for a second. All it took was that bastard fingers in his hair and some honeyed words to get him crawling back like a lioness in heat.

And worst of all…they had seen first-hand how much of a whore he was. Husk was already aware of what kind of 'bond' he had with Mammon back at the circus, but they both had agreed to not bring it up with anyone else.

But Helsa…she wasn't supposed to know. She wasn't supposed to know about this…

"How much did you see?" he asked quietly, a sense of urgency as he spoke. Even if it was a foolish hope, a part of him prayed she hadn't seen the 'intimate' parts of his and Mammons' relationship.

Helsa fell silent, unable to find it within herself to give Vox a proper answer. Her silence, however, spoke volumes.

Shame filled Vox's eyes as he averted his gaze. He couldn't bear to look at them, not with the knowledge they had seen him at his lowest. He wanted nothing more than to evaporate into a puddle of shame, resenting who he was and what he had done.

Vox's body shook as he clutched his head, muttering incoherently. Husk could make out traces of German in his traumatic stupor, but didn't bother to translate, viewing it as unnecessary.

Helsa stood there like a statue, frozen on the spot, uncertain what to do in this situation. There was this part of her that wanted to do something, that wanted to help but she didn't know how…

She glanced at Husk for guidance, uncertain how to approach the conflict at hand. He gave her a look and the Princess bit her lip before making the move to clutch Vox's cheek as a sign of comfort.

Vox didn't respond to the contact at first, remaining stiff as a board. It was only when she looked into his eyes that she saw how utterly broken Vox was.

Those pale blue eyes that once held confidence were shattered, replaced with this overbearing numbness and ache.

He looked as though he wanted to break down and cry, though it seemed he couldn't bring himself to do so anymore.

It was…heartbreaking seeing him like this. And the knowledge she was indirectly responsible for. Leading Vox on led him to hand himself over to Mammon in a handbasket and she had been blind to the effects it was having on him.

It all made sense. Why Vox was so betrayed when finding out her intentions weren't because of bitterness, it was because he had signed himself over to be Mammon's slave for someone who didn't care for him.

Only now did it truly hit her that this wasn't a game anymore, that there were permanent consequences. The damage done to Vox was immutable and for the first time, she found herself unable to solve a problem through intimidation or bribing.

Vox's eyebrows furrowed with disdain at the sight of pity in Helsa's eyes, firmly pushing her aside as he scowled, lashing out at her, "Spare me your pity, Helsa. I don't need your sympathy…"

"But you do need my help…even if you don't want to admit it," She spoke through her fingers, adamant despite Vox's rejection of her attempts to comfort him. "I'm not even going to pretend I know what you're going through, because frankly I think we'd both be lying if I said I fully understood your pain. But that doesn't mean I can't learn to understand."

"Learn to understand? What else is there to 'understand'?" He balks, "I'm certain you already got a good look at my back earlier. Did the indents in my flesh does not satisfy your warped curiosity?"

Vox couldn't help but cynically chuckle as he continued, "You know I still have a few marks on my wrist when Mammon cuffed my hands above the headboard during our first time. Would you like to see it? Or perhaps you'd prefer seeing something recent? I still have a few hickeys from where Mammon sunk his teeth into my flesh. Would you prefer to see the one on my collar or my inner thigh?"

He taunted, going as far as trace his fingers along the inner parts of his thigh whilst feeling his lips. It was clearly meant to be enticing, seductive almost, but the look in his eyes was drained, as though he couldn't bring himself to look excited.

"Vox, enough," Husk said, "We get the point. There's no need to hammer it down like this."

"Or what? What are you going to do? Spank me?" He mocked, a malicious smile strewn across his lips, though it did falter as he found the two weren't smiling at his misfortune, instead appearing rather concerned. "God…must you two continue to look at me like that? Can't even make a joke for god's sake…"

"Because it's not funny…" Husk said, "It's just sad…"

Vox scoffed, "Save your pity for someone who deserves it, Husk. I appreciate all this coming for me, but I'm afraid that you're wasting your time. There's no saving someone like me, I made my bed and it's best you let me go and lie in it. It's too late for me, spare yourself the trouble and leave while you still can."

"We're not giving up on you, Vox. We can get you out of here if you just let us-"

"There's no fucking point, you can't fix me," He snaps," Mammon's influence is too great. Even if I went with you, there's no telling what he'll do to me. The last time Mammon messed with my head he almost drove me mad and made me lash out due to his influence. I cannot take the risk of losing what little control I still possess again…"

Helsa frowned, remembering the outbursts Vox experienced prior. No one had any idea he had signed himself over to Mammon at that point so most just believed he was incredibly irritable from being on the run, ignorant of what was happening behind closed doors.

The Princess was well educated on the topic of soul contracts and how they could impact the user. The stronger the person was, the harder it was to break and whilst it was never completely impossible to break the deal, it was an incredibly tedious process that few had the luxury to experience.

She doubted she'd be able to break the deal, but she figured there was at least something she could do so Mammon could torment Vox's mind on a whim.

Without warning, Helsa reached and gripped Vox's wrist. The Former Overlord seemed ready to rebuff her, however for whatever reason, remained rigid. She focused her memory recalling her tutor's prior teachings as she allowed the magic to flow through her.

When they separated, Vox felt lighter, as though a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He glanced at his wrist, the sigil was still there, but he felt…at peace to an extent.

"What was that, Helsa?" Husk inquired.

"An old spell I learned way back when. Never imagined I'd use it, but it seems those boring teachings weren't entirely useless," Helsa admits, "I managed to somewhat sever the contact between them, meaning Mammon cannot torment Vox any longer."

"Is it permanent?" Vox asks wearily.

"I…I can't say…I've never done this before and frankly, I'm impressed this sort of thing applies to Deadly Sins…"

"Probably because you're the Daughter of the Leviathan, that surely grants you boost power-wise, doesn't it?"

"I suppose so..Still, I wouldn't get too excited. Mammon will likely notice the connection has been severed at some, so we better get a move on before he catches on."

"Thank you, Helsa…"

"Don't thank me…It's really the least I could do for you. It won't undo the damage I've done, but it's at least a start," She sighed, feeling the need to get this off her chest, "Speaking of damage…are you mad at me for getting caught?"

"Pardon?"

"Our last conversation wasn't pretty, and I insisted on being left alone…" She recalled, "That led to Seviathan capturing me and assuming my identity in my stead and allowing all this to happen."

Vox scoffed, "No, why would I?"

"But-"

"Helsa, you had no say in what Seviathan did in your place. Your brother stole your identity without your consent, it wasn't exactly like you could do anything whilst trapped in a cell," Vox retorted, "Personally, I'm ashamed I didn't notice it sooner. There were discrepancies but I just didn't think to pay it any mind and it backfired on me big-time…"

Helsa looked away.

"Don't look like that, Seviathan's guise was quite convincing. That I won't deny. But he clearly forgot the most important 'assets' into account," Whilst Vox said that, Helsa could feel his eyeing her curves.

Husk muttered, "Pervert," under his breath, though Vox was quick to criticize him,

"Don't act all saintly with me, Husk. I know you were eyeing my ass back at the Mammon's freakshow…"

"Hey, a hole is a goal," He admits causally, 'All I'm saying is that if you gave me a few drinks…I can't say I wouldn't consider it…"

"As if you'd get the chance…"

"A man can dream," Husk says, "Besides…I've missed our little quips together. Shit hasn't been the same without you, Vox. I actually missed your sorry ass…"

"Cut the 'sorry' part and I'm certain that statement still rings true," Vox retorts with a small smile, "I can't say I ever saw the day we'd actually be somewhat friends…though I suppose this timeline brings the unlikeliest people together, doesn't it?"

"Speaking of people," Helsa brings up, "We should probably get going. My brother is still out there and a threat to all those around him…"

"Sounds good to me," Vox said slowly, "A confrontation is long overdue and Seviathan owes me a boatload of scars for pulling that shit on me. But first, mind freeing my of these chains? I just despise being utterly powerless…"

Husk nodded before pulling out a key and unlocking Vox's power suppressors. The cuffs fell to the ground and Vox rubbed his wrist, relief flooding into his veins,

"Much better…" He sighed warily,"Alright…let's get out this cramped closet. This place is giving me the creeps and I've been dying to get out of here…"

They all agreed and after scanning the area by peering out, Husk gave the signal it was clear. As they prepared to leave, Vox couldn't help but remember the relief at the last second and cursed, "Shit…"

"What?"

"I left something important back at my room. I need to go get it…"

"Vox, it can't possibly be that important."

"It is," He assured, "Just let me go get it…"

"But you could get seen," Husk argued. "If those servants get suspicious, this entire mission could be at risk…"

"Husk, trust me…I need it in case anything goes haywire…Please…just let me go get it. It won't take long…"

Husk seemed ready to reject Vox's request, but Helsa gave him a look. The Former Sinner grit his teeth before groaning,"Alright fine, just make it quick. We don't have all day, dammit…"

"Understood," Vox said before giving a slight thankful nod in Helsa's direction.

Vox rushed to his bedroom and made a move for the amulet he had placed tactically under his pillow. He tore off the bed sheets and threw the pillows to the side haphazardly before finding what he sought.

The Former Overlord snatched his satchel, stuffed the relic inside before rushing outside to meet back up with the others…

He rushed out the door, not caring to shut it and reuniting with the others.

From there, Vox and the others met up with Flan and Tea, both of whom lead them outside. After meeting up, they were quick to sneak out of the palace and avoid detection from the guards in a nearby forest.

When Vox bothered to ask how they were going to track the other's location, Flan informed him he had already sent his other step siblings to track down the location of their friends, explaining that they operated as a hive and shared important information with one another…

"Have they found them?"

"They've picked up their scent, yes," Flan said, "Their exact location isn't known, but it seems they're on the move from the reading I've received. Rest assured, we are close however…"

"Can you get us there?"

"Of course!" Tea giggled as she sprouted out her wings, "Hop on our backs!"

"You're joking…" Vox said, "There's no way you're actually going to carry us like that, are you?"

"Would you prefer it if we dangled in our grasp with our arms? I highly doubt that'd be comfortable, especially for your one-armed friend over there…" Flan said sarcastically, pointing at Helsa as he spoke.

"Is this seriously the only way we can travel?" Vox groaned.

"Believe me, I'm not a fan of heights either, Vox. But this is the only way we're getting to the others in a timely manner…"

After some minor complaints, Husk hopped on Tea's back whilst Helsa and Vox climbed on Flan's. There was uneasiness when they took off and Helsa was using her remaining arm to cling onto Flan for dear life as they soared through the sky.

In an effort to comfort her, Vox held onto her waist and Helsa seemed to relax somewhat, the two for one feeling at peace in their hectic lives…

Helsa knew it wouldn't last, however. They were about to enter the eye of the storm and the knot in her stomach refused to unravel. Mentally, Helsa was attempting to reconcile with the fact her brother was now an enemy, internally debating what she'd do once they landed.

She and Seviathan had never been close…but after everything that happened, she was debating whether she could go through with it…

Only time would truly tell…and she was truly dreading what the final decision would come down to…and for some godforsaken reason, she decided to look down as she felt a pair of eyes on her down below.

It was only there for a split second, but she locked eyes with Seviathan,(or rather his clone to be exact).

Even from a distance, she could tell his eyes were glued onto her just from the way his head was situated.

She expected him to be utterly frustrated she had escaped…but he seemed only a tad miffed at best.

As though their escape was yet just a minor inconvenience to him and not catastrophic or whatever sick plan he had cooked up in that depraved mind of his.

Just thinking about it made her sweat and she could feel her heart threatening to burst out of her rib-cage from the tension.

"Is something wrong, Helsa? You seem rather stiff," Vox inquired, eventually taking notice how rigid she had gone. "I understand your fear of heights, but I promise it's gonna be alright…"

'I wish the height of my main concern…' She told herself wearily as her treacherous brother plagued her thoughts.

Helsa was tempted to point at Seviathan, but found that the next time she looked at the ground, he had already vanished as though he were never there in the first place.

Seeing no point, Helsa shook her head to signify she was alright. There was a glint of doubt in Vox's eyes, but ultimately, the Former Overlord seemed to let Helsa's odd behavior slide as they flew off.


Belphegor had been scribbling down another set of notes in his journal when he caught sight of demonic sigils imprinting themselves on the floor nearby, a puddle of blood forming below, the gore bubbling and making sickening noises.

Moments later, Seviathan's body ascended from the puddle, his arrival dramatic as it was terrifying.

Belphegor remained unfazed by his entrance, rolling his eyes as he looked at the red substance staining the floor, "Nephew, what have I told you about leaving blood in my office? You know the door is there for a reason…."

"My sister has escaped captivity," Seviathan spoke flatly, ignoring Belphegor's criticism as he strode in front of him. "Not only that, but I saw here adorning my appearance. Just how much of a fool are you, Belphegor? You couldn't tell your finest creation apart from his sister? Her abilities don't even compare to mine and her guise had so many alarming blemishes. How could you not have noticed?"

Belphegor paused, the prior situation coming to mind before sighing, "I wasn't exactly examining her, she didn't let me get a good look at her…"

"Hardly an excuse," He retorts, "Especially since it seems she's gotten her boy-toy back and they're back on amicable terms once more. I was doing her a favor by breaking that man's heart and instead of showing gratitude, she runs off with him the first chance she gets."

The prince was quick to mention how they rode off on some people last he saw that he did catch the familiar scent of Beelzebub's blood pumping within their veins…

The Lord of Sloth digested this information, accordingly, falling silent for a moment before speaking, I see. They've roused up allies from Beelzebub's court, have they? here will have to be a change of plans to reconcile with this sudden interference…"

"What do you suggest?" Seviathan sneered, though there was a tad bit of curiosity in his voice.

"Since they are likely heading in your direction, we will have to act accordingly to prepare for them. Tell me, Seviathan, is your cover still maintained amongst the group?"

"It is…what of it?"

"Lead them to an open terrain. When they show up, try to lay low. Don't attack immediately, assuming they have all of Beelzebub's children on their side, there will be an entire army worth of them whilst they are experienced in battle, it is unwise to challenge them without a plan…"

"And then what?"

"Distract them, surely, they'll want to talk given how they out-number you. Once you've stalled them long enough, I'll telepathically communicate with you once everything is said and done…"

"And what shall you be doing whilst this occurs?"

"I'll be getting the other Sins prepared. I'm certain it's only a matter of time before Mammon notices his little concubine is missing and no doubt, he'll come storming over thinking I had something to do with it…" The Lord of Sloth admits, "Don't concern yourself with it. I'll handle my affairs and you will handle yours's."

Seviathan tsked," I suppose that's fair. It's a shame I'll miss seeing that bastard's frustration. Oh, how I'd kill to see it when he realizes that bastard escaped," He cackled manically, "No matter, it's irrelevant now. Tell me, is there anything else you wish to say before I depart one final time…"

"Matter of fact, there is…" Belphegor said, "I do have some parting words of advice before you go. I'm quite proud of you, Seviathan. No matter what your family says, you will always be my masterpiece. Now is the time to show the world just how wrong they were to doubt you. I can sense your true power, you've been holding back your true power…your true urges…but to truly savor victory, you must release your hunger for all that it's worth…"

"Only thanks to your generosity was I able to obtain this power. I cannot thank you enough for that…" Seviathan said, "Though I must ask, what shall I do when I encounter sister dearest? Sway her to my side? Dangle her boy-toy's life by a thread to get her to negotiate herself?"

Belphegor narrowed his eyes, "I have…something different in mind…You see, Seviathan. There is a chance that your sister will wish to confront you and if you find yourself alone with her, you will have two choices. Plead with her to join your cause. And if she refuses, you may have to end her life…"

The Prince paused, "You're…suggesting I kill my sister?" Despite his raspy voice, he sounded almost surprised by the advice he received. "You couldn't possibly mean that now, do you, Master?"

"I'm just saying…Your sister will prove to be a challenge. Whilst her experience with blood magic isn't as proficient as yours, that doesn't mean she is to be underestimated. You must be prepared for anything tonight…understand?"

Seviathan fell silent for a moment before begrudgingly saying, "I understand, Master…"

"Wonderful…And Seviathan?"

"Yes?"

"Remember to heed my words," Belphegor said, his voice stern, "I'm counting on you. Do not fail me…"

Seviathan scowled at being underestimated before saying, "I will quickly prove your doubts wrong, Belphegor…"

He didn't even bother to hide the disdain in his voice as he spat out those words before evaporating into a puddle of blood for the last time, leaving the scientist alone in his lab as he returned to his original vessel.


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Enigmus-288: We'll focus on the other's on Earth/Hell once our antagonists here are dealt with since you know...Seviathan is still kind of a threat. Not to mention the other Sins...

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