Disclaimer: Graphic dub-con/rape ahead so don't say I didn't warn you.
Hatred and lust filled the air as the battle for dominance ensued. Vox continued to resist Mammon's attempts to get him to submit, biting and hatefully mocking his master's efforts to dominate him.
"Handsy bastard," He spat as Mammon fondled him through his clothes, hissing as the Greedy Lord attempted to seize control by removing his clothing.
Vox shivered as Mammon's hands invaded his body, drawing small circles over his skin. He hated how gentle the bastard was. The caresses felt far too loving for his liking and he would've preferred if Mammon just got it over with instead of tormenting him with this loving facade. It made his skin crawl just feeling that clown touch him this way.
"Stop that!" He hissed.
"Stop what, Vincent?" He asked calmly, his voice not raising in tone. God did Vox want nothing more than to strangle the cocky bastard for even speaking to him in such a soft and caring way. He could tell the clown was mocking him and was enjoying seeing him squirm.
"Stop fucking teasing me!" He snapped,"Just get on with it already! This foreplay is completely unnecessary, just get to the main act and go."
"You know you cannot command me, Vincent. I am the one who controls how this goes. I shall do as I please…"
"And if I don't agree with what you're doing?"
Mammon snickered, the jester's eyes narrowing with sheer amusement,"Well, feel free to resist. It won't do you any good given your predicament but it's always amusing to see you struggle."
"You…you sick bastard…Do you get off to this shit? Does my misery get you hard or something? Is that why you're doing this? Just to get yourself off easier?"
"You could say that…" He said, his hand trailing down Vox's collar bone,"Seeing you fight against yourself is quite amusing and I do enjoy the inner turmoil in those beautiful eyes of yours, I feel as though I could gaze into them forever."
Vox looked away, causing Mammon to frown,"There's no need to be shy, Vincent.I just want to see your eyes while we do this. No need to hide those beautiful orbs from me. I am your master. Now, be a good servant and look into my eyes and promise me you're going to obey…"
The former TV Demon remained still for a moment before reluctantly looking up to face him, his eyes glowing with disdain.
Mammon then grabbed his chin gently,"Now now, don't look so unhappy, Vincent. Give me a pretty smile now will you?"
Vox smiled at Mammon for a second before it turned into a wicked grin as he lunged forward and headbutted Mammon right in the jaw. Hard. Like, really hard. The impact was enough to send him backwards onto the floor and Vox seemed rather proud of himself as he actually started laughing, especially since Mammon seemed genuinely stunned by this action.
"What's wrong? Did you not see that coming? God you're so easy to fool," He laughed, savoring in the moment while he could. He knew it was fucking stupid but seeing Mammon taken down a peg was enough to get him to toss his common sense out the window in favor of seeing him on the ground for a change.
Mammon looked up at Vincent in a stern manner, recomposing himself once the shock faded. Despite the smile on his face it was clear he wasn't amused by Vox's antics and said,"Real clever, Vincent. Real clever…You must think you're really something don't you? To put such a stunt even while being fully aware of the consequences for doing so. I'm not sure whether to call you foolish or brave. Had you been anyone else, you'd be dead where you stand…but since I like you, I'll let you live. However, don't think for a moment I'll let you walk away unpunished. You've grown rather unruly and my tolerance for your disrespectful behavior is at its end…"
He then lunged at Vox whose eyes were wide with fear as Mammon jumped on top of him and pushed him down into the bed face down, shoving his face into the mattress.
Panic consumed him as Vox desperately tried to shove him off to no avail,hissing when Mammon tightly gripped his hair and yanked it back.
He attempted to scramble away from the bed but Mammon pinned his arms behind his back with chaos magic, leaving him in a vulnerable position with his rear up and facing in Mammon's direction in a downward dog position.
"Why you sick bastard!" Vox hissed,"How dare you-Argh!" His sentence was cut off when a painful smack was delivered to his hind's quarters, causing Vox to let out a pained yelp."Ow! What the fuck is your problem!?"
"Do not speak unless you're being spoken to whore," To emphasize his point he hit Vox even harder than before, the blonde letting out a yelp at the burning sensation.
Vox was left in a state of confusion, terror and slight couldn't understand what the fuck was even happening, they had never done this be before. Sure, they fucked and Mammon prepped him up a bit but that was far as they went back at the carnival. The most foreign territory they had gone was Vox sucking him off but that was a one-time occasion.
This on the other hand was completely out of field and Vox could barely understand what was even going on.
"W-What the fuck? What are YOU doing!?" He snapped,"You've gone insane, Mammon! Release me at once or else-OW! Stop that! OW! OW! OW!"
Three times. That's how many hits he received. Mammon wasn't pulling any punches and he was hitting him hard enough that it sent shock-waves throughout his entire body. Mammon's hand was worse than any whip or brush could have been and the pain made every nerve inside him jump.
"What did I tell you, Vincent?" He asked in a scolding tone,"No speaking unless I tell you to. My instructions were very simple yet you fail to even comprehend such basic commands. Even when you were back at the carnival you were never this bold. Perhaps being on the run for so long enabled your more rebellious side. We'll have to fix that. But don't worry, I'm certain a few swats will remind you of your place. And I suggest you start counting, else I'll be even more merciless to you. Let's test how good your memory is…"
Vox gasped when Mammon hit him again,"Ack! Seven!"
"Good start, you're starting to learn,"He chuckled mockingly.
The blonde winced as Mammon hit his backside again in the most agonizing way imaginable. The hits were timed in a way to maximize the pain and keep him on edge at all times, always striking when he least expected it. Tears built up inside of his eyes and threatened to escape his sockets. His behind was burning like hellfire and the only thing he could do was stand there and take it.
By the twenty-fifth strike, the pain had lessened ever so slightly and pleasure built up within his body,"Hnngh...25…"
"Enjoying yourself,Vincent?"
"You're.. You're seeing things… "
"Oh, I don't think I am…" Mammon snickered,"You may try hiding it, Vincent, but your body craves my touch. You seem to be enjoying being punished…"
"Oh shut up-Ah!"
He hit him again. It wasn't as hard as the other ones but the message it sent was crystal clear.
"What was that, Vincent? I swore I just heard you tell me to be quiet. Are you being disobedient?"
"No…" Vox mumbled, gritting his teeth. The humiliation was unreal and he hated the fact his body was excited from this.
He braced himself for another hit when he saw Mammon's hand raise. He prepared himself for another ruthless smack and winced only for the hit to never come.
Instead, Mammon's hand gently rubbed his sore rear in a far too loving touch. Vox melted at this and moaned,"Oh god…"
"Such a wonderful body…" Mammon teased,smirking as Vox's cheeks flushed in embarrassment,"Your body is sculpted so beautifully, Vincent. It's like you were made for me…"
He wasn't sure whether to be creeped out or flattered by Mammon's twisted excuse of a compliment.
Likely the former but his body most certainly wasn't arguing with the latter. He could feel his excitement growing 'down there' and he prayed that Mammon didn't notice how hard he was.
This of course was a fruitless venture as Mammon caressed his hardness through his clothing, Vox letting out a hiss in response as he tried to close his legs but Mammon kept them apart with his powers.
"No need to be shy, Vincent. There's nothing wrong with getting excited. You're not the only one who feels this way…"
He gasped when he felt Mammon's back press up against him, feeling his hard on from behind.
He moaned at the touch like a lioness in heat, craving more as his hips bucked with excitement into the Greedy Lord's hands,"Ah...Fuck….Mammon..please..."
"Ah, Ah, Ah. That's not how this works, Vincent. It'll take a lot more than simple begging to get what you want out of me. You still need to be shown your place. But first," He then looked at Vox's loose clothing before smirking,"The rest of these need to go…"
Vox gasped as cool air hit his body as Mammon tore off his clothing and stripped him bare. Chills ran up his spine as he felt Mammon's claws dig into his back, blood drawn from the wounds. He hissed in agony as Mammon nails tore off the old bandages and formed new scars, seemingly for the hell of it.
"It's always amusing to see you wince, Vincent…" He remarked, taking in the sight of his property shivering against his touch, his breath tickling Vox's ear,"Your skin is so delicate…so easy to bruise..so easy to tear. You mortals have such resilient yet delicate bodies, your bones can mend with time…but your spirits can be broken and torn apart piece by piece. You mortals always try to piece yourself back together yet no matter how hard you try, you cannot be whole again..Let's see if I can take you apart and put you back together now, hn?"
"AAAARGH!" Vox screamed when Mammon inserted his digits inside of him without warning. He hadn't given the blonde enough time to even register what happened, let alone give him the chance to adjust to the sudden invasion from behind.
It didn't help that Mammon's fingers were huge and he wasn't being gentle in preparing him like the other times. The Greedy Lord showed no mercy, ruthlessly invading his hole without the slightest hint of kindness, as if he were a feral creature from hell itself.
There was no preparation for his walls and the lack of lube made it even harder to handle. Vox could feel his insides bleeding and tearing from how rough he was. His skin was tearing and he screeched in agony at Mammon's rough treatment.
"F-Fuck! Slow down!" He cried out,"You're too damn rough! I'm going to bleed out at this rate!"
"The rough treatment is part of the punishment, Vincent. Perhaps had you been a good whore I'd be a bit nicer with you but since you weren't, I figured you didn't deserve such leniency. Besides, we both know you'll enjoy it regardless.." He replied, smirking at the sight of his slave in pain, relishing in the pained groans Vox made in response,"That's it…keep screaming for me. Your voice is so pretty…I need to hear more…"
Vox bit his lip in an attempt to hide his pain but Mammon caught onto this and began scissoring his G spot several times with his bloodied hands. Tears threatened to pour from his eyes as his body was washed over in a wave of agony with pangs of pleasure that he got whenever Mammon hit his G spot.
Mammon finally removed his fingers from his bloodied entrance and Vox panted in relief, thankful he had gotten a chance to catch his breath. His heart pounded with fear(and shamefully slight excitement he might add) when he heard Mammon unzip his pants. He didn't even need to turn his head to know what was going to happen and he braced himself for what was to come.
The bastard shoved himself in, the only lubrication Vox had to handle his cock was the blood coming from his prostate. He screeched as Mammon plunged inside of his insides, his walls convulsing around his genitals albeit in the most painful manner imaginable. It hurt like all hell and Mammon was being a sadistic fucker as he rammed inside of him without any regard for Vox's pain as he slowly tore him apart.
The Greedy Lord chuckled at the sight of Vox's face, he had the perfect view of Vox from here and it couldn't have been better. He had the blonde laying on his stomach, ass in the air and with his arms tied behind his back in the most humiliating position imaginable. Not only that but his face made the most beautiful expressions, constantly shifting from pain to pleasure and even to a mix of both to varying degrees.
If he wasn't already hard he most certainly would've been with the sight of the blonde's face as his backside was getting wrecked in the most excruciatingly painful way possible.
His back arched as Mammon fucked him mercilessly, moaning and snarling in pained pleasure,"FUCK! Gngh..Mammon…Go deeper…"
"And why should I?" Mammon asked, deliberately avoiding Vox's G spot and going at a slower pace,"I don't particularly feel like going any faster to be frank. I enjoy this place, it's nice and comfortable. You're so tight and warm and I wouldn't want to leave all too soon."
Vox hissed in response and whined,"Mammon…please. I'll be good..just go deeper…"
"You will?" He teased, smacking Vox's backside as he let out a pained moan,"Do you really think you deserve anything? Why should I give you anything? You've yet to give a solid reason on why I should humor pleasuring you beyond satisfying myself. I won't fall for your empty promises like the other time."
"I'm not lying…" He grumbled,"P-Please..just fuck me already. I don't care what you do, just fuck me and fuck me hard…" He hated how weak he sounded, how pathetic he was against him yet his body craved it and his mind was slowly succumbing.
He snickered,"If you insist…" Mammon then pulled out of him, leaving just a tip inside before ramming back into Vox.
The blonde gasped at the friction, the ruthlessness and passion was enough to cause his hips to shift to match his thrusts.
The pain..the pleasure…it was all too much. Mammon was tearing through him and god it hurt...but the pleasure it sent through him was enough to make him ignore his insides being torn apart as he moved his hips to make it go even deeper.
"Harder…"
"Harder?" Mammon laughed,"So you do enjoy this? You mortals are so intriguing. Even with your bodies put under such strain you still believe you can handle it. I wonder...how much fucking can you handle before you shatter completely?"
Mammon then sped up his ruthless thrusts to an even faster pace, Vox screaming as he rammed into his G spot over and over again. He may as well have been a living sex doll with how Mammon was using him and the worst thing was that he still found way to get off to it.
He then grabbed Vox's hair and yanked as he thrusted, forcing the blonde to grunt in agony,"You're so gorgeous like this, Vincent. To think you resisted me and now look at you? Just a needy little whore who's begging to be fucked aren't you? You're close aren't you? Submit to me and perhaps I'll grant you some release.."
Vox cried out as tears poured from his eyes,"My...my Lord...please. Finish me…"
"If you truly insist..." Mammon did just that, hitting all the right places and causing Vox to orgasm as he screamed out his name.
Vox panted, heaving into the bed as his body wobbled from the intense fucking he had received. He felt so weak and pathetic in that moment as tears stained his cheeks, slobber dripping from his mouth.
It was only when he heard Mammon chuckle did the shivers go down his spine once again,"Aw, what's wrong, whore? Tired already? You can't tell me you thought it was over now did you?"
"T-there's more?" He asked, frightened yet somewhat curious.
"Of course. You see, I've been waiting to get my hands on you just for this purpose and now it's time to test my theory…"
"Theory?"
"Of how much you can stand before you break completely. Let's see how well you can torn apart, Vincent."
He hissed when Mammon altered positions. Mammon sat back on the bed while holding Vox up with his legs spread apart, arms still tied behind his back.
He could feel Mammon's hard on rubbing against him and his face flushed,"How are you still hard!? You just came!"
"I'm far more durable than you mortals are. We can have sex for far longer than you realize and I'll demonstrate this point now for you. Let's spice things up shall we? I've been waiting to use these…"
The former Overlord gasped when he saw tentacles approaching his body. He already knew where this was going but he was a bit scared of those things touching him.
He attempted to recoil away but Mammon said,"Don't be shy, Vincent. My little constructs won't hurt you...anymore than necessary to be exact. Relax my sweet whore, there's no need to be afraid. You'll enjoy it, I promise..."
He wasn't sure why Mammon's tone was comforting to him. Perhaps he was losing it but Mammon's voice was oddly soothing and he relaxed into his grip.
He moaned when one of the tendrils touched his dick, it was already so sensitive and the mere touch was enough to make him howl in pleasured agony. It only got worse when it pumped him at a painfully slow pace, turning him into a moaning mess.
"F-fuck! Faster…" He growled as he tried to buck his hips upwards to no avail, leaving him in a state of perpetual torment.
While Vox was distracted by this, he didn't notice the tendril slipping its way to his backside until it teased his entrance. Had he not been restrained he would've jumped fifteen feet in the air out of shock.
It felt...wet and slippery yet he could tell it was large from its length to its girth.
"Mammon...that won't fit…"
"We can make it work…" He assured him,"Just relax. It'll only hurt you if you tense up.."
Vox reluctantly did as he was told as the tentacle intruded inside him. His eyes widened as his walls clenched around it, tears pouring down as he let out a blood curdling screech.
It hurt. Like hell. It was clearly too big for his body and it felt like it was trying to tear his body in two. His insides struggled to adjust to the size and it made Val's dick look tiny in comparison.
"MAMMON! IT HURTS!" He cried,"IT'S TOO BIG! I'M GOING TO DIE! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!"
"Hush…" Mammon ushered as he wiped away Vox's tears in a rare act of kindness,"The pain is only temporary. I'll give you time to adjust since you've been so obedient recently…".
For once, the Greedy Lord showed Vox mercy as he slowed the tendril's merciless thrusts. His prostate burned and his insides were in great pain, turning in agony. It still hurt but it wasn't as though his body was going to be torn apart like it had been earlier…
He felt his cock being pleased with the tentacle, no doubt as a way to ease his mind from the pain he had been in earlier. The pleasure was driving him insane and he was left in a state of lust where his body started giving in to the sensation completely, pleading for Mammon to go faster.
"More…"
"More? I thought you said you couldn't handle it? Do you wish for me to continue? I could easily pull back right now…"
"No..I need it…Don't leave me hanging like this my Lord. Please…"
The way Vox said it was enough to make Mammon's cock burn with lust, he sounded so desperate and broken. It was taking all of Mammon's self control not to plunge himself into Vox once more, telling himself that he had to be patient.
He was a patient man and he always got what he wanted…
"Well…since you asked so nicely, I don't see why I can't oblige. Let's try this again, Vincent, but this time, let's see if you can handle two inside of you. Is that alright?"
Vox nervously gulped before saying,"I…I think so.."
"Don't be scared, I'll ease it in just for you. We'll start out slow but I can't promise to be gentle if you get me too excited~"
"Just put it in already…"
"Alright then. You asked for it…"
Mammon shoved himself inside as well and Vox felt his insides expanding, struggling to take both of them. He could barely handle this monstrous tendril but Mammon being inside of him was threatening to break his body entirely. He could feel himself bleeding and his skin was tearing, yet he somehow compelled himself into slowly hopping on and moving his hips, pain surging through his body with pangs of pleasure following after.
Eventually the pace sped up at a ruthless pace, Vox screaming in pained agony as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, Mammon and his construct hammering inside of him like a jackhammer.
The sensations were too much. The pain, the pleasure, the feeling in his ass and his dick was going to make him explode. It was overwhelming and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, especially when they were hitting all the right areas in the most excruciatingly painful manner imaginable…
Mammon then began touching his body, sinking his teeth into his neck while also touching his cock with his hand while using the other to choke him. Not enough to seriously harm him but enough to put pressure on his lungs as he struggled to breathe normally.
Vox was barely coherent by this point, nothing more but a broken moaning mess that writhed on top of him.
"That's it you little whore…keep doing that. Keep fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut. You want more don't you? Such a greedy little whore. Sing for me, Vincent, your cries are music to my ears. I want to hear more, more! Don't be shy, your master loves it when you scream..."
The younger male succumbed to the sensations and cried out as his insides were turned to mush against Mammon's girth and the tendril.
He could feel himself getting close and he mewled as Mammon whispered sweet nothings into his ear. It felt comforting in a twisted way and he wanted more. He was left completely at Mammon's mercy and he wanted it so badly, his mind was in a haze of lust and pain as a familiar feeling bubbled up in the lower half, his stomach turning into a knot.
"My Lord…I'm so close…please go faster…"
"As am I…" Mammon teased,"Just a little more, my little whore. Your Lord is so close, let us climax together. Follow my movements," Vox did as he was told and Mammon grinned as their bodies meshed together accordingly,"That's it, you're so good at this, Vincent. So tight..so warm. I'm going to cum. Let us enjoy ourselves..together…"
As if on cue, the two climaxed together, Mammon letting out a grunt while Vox screamed his name out once more. Vox slumped over, leaning on Mammon, his body spent and exhausted beyond belief.
Mammon took in the view Vox offered of himself as the blonde collapsed on his chest. He chuckled at the sight, Vox was utterly destroyed, his eyes were rolled into the back of his head, his mouth was hanging open and his body shivered at the slightest touch. His hair was matted and messy as tears stained his cheeks.
The sight was something to behold and Mammon couldn't get enough of it. Vox's head drooped downward and he wondered if the blonde was still conscious. He then grabbed his face in a firm yet gentle manner and asked soothingly,"Already broken aren't you, whore? It seems you're all spent…or are you?"
Vox didn't reply, remaining stationary. His thoughts of the others entered his mind and he felt horrified for enjoying this. Horrified that he had signed himself over and let this greedy bastard use his body in more ways than one.
If the others didn't already hate him, they most definitely would now. The thought of anyone seeing him like this made tears form in his eyes and he whimpered at the thought of those he cared about being hurt because of him..
He had let them all down and to think he had done this all for some girl who didn't even like him to begin with. To think all that time he spent trying to gain Helsa's affection was all for naught. He had sacrificed so much and this was his reward? To have it all backfire and for his life to crumble to pieces?
"Still thinking about that girl?" Mammon asked, reaching out to grab his chin as Vox's eyes grew glassy,"Don't be sad, Vincent. She was only using you after all. It's not your fault she's the way she is, it's simply in her nature. Sirens exist to tempt men and lead them to their doom, you were simply another victim in her grand scheme, one of the countless hundreds who've tried to win her over. Not that I can fully blame you, she is quite the looker, just like her mother and she used her charm to trick you into thinking she cared about you and you took the bait without a second , you learned too late that her heart is frozen over and look where it's got you? Back to me…" He then stroked the blonde's hair comfortingly,"There's no need to shed any tears, you are away from that seductress and all your so-called friends. Can't you see they've given up hope for you? They've branded you a traitor and view you as someone who cannot be trusted. Do you truly believe you and that group have any future together? Even assuming Luci doesn't hang them all for their treachery, they will be imprisoned for the rest of their lives. They won't ever trust you."
Vox averted his gaze, gritting his teeth as he turned away. He felt like such a fool, a brokenhearted fool and all he got in the end was a sore body and for the world to turn on him as a result. He felt so pathetic and everything ached.
"But I'm here for you, Vincent. And once I get you out of here, I'll make all your dreams come true. All you have to do is forget about those friends of yours and focus your attention on me, how does that sound?"
He turned his head away and made an irritating noise from his throat, his teeth gritted hatefully. Vox glared at the embodiment of Greed with spite, refusing to hear his words despite the awful predicament he found himself in.
Mammon frowned,"Stubborn still I see? Suit yourself, I can wait. It's not like you're going anywhere. I just wish you were more cooperative. It'd be much easier for the both of us if you just submitted already. It seems no matter how much I degrade you, your stubbornness prevails above all else. I'm not certain whether to be surprised or disappointed…" He shrugged,"Not like it matters in the end, Eventually, you will break and sooner or later, you'll break. If the confinement doesn't break you, the knowledge everyone's turned on you will. Isolation gets to even the strongest of us.."
Vox snorted before weakly asking with his hoarse voice,"Release me, Mammon.."
"Fine," He said,"You're too exhausted to provide any good entertainment anyway." Mammon then snapped his fingers and undid the binds to Vox's wrists. The blood flow to his wrists returned and when Mammon released him he no longer was able to support himself and fell down onto the bed instantaneously.
Mammon summoned his clothes back on his person before dusting himself off. The Lord of Greed turned his attention back to Vox who laid on the bed, utterly spent before saying,"Regardless of your stubbornness,I can't lie, you were such a good whore. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself just as I did. It was quite fun. I'll see what I can do with Luci since he's rather upset at your allies. I can't promise they'll be OK but I can assure you that you'll be alright. You'll just be stuck here for a bit that's all," He then walked over to Vox and knelt down before kissing the blonde's forehead,"See you again, Vincent..I look forward to us meeting again…"
Mammon then headed for the cell's entrance and closed the door behind him, leaving Vox behind.
The former TV Demon groaned as he struggled to stand up, just barely able to sit up straight. His entire body ached and while he contemplated standing up only for a jolt of pain to course through him when he tried, his entire body bucking before he sat back down.
"Maybe I should hold off on walking…" He mumbled to himself before looking down at himself. His body was littered with bruises and scars and everything ached in more ways than one.
He then looked at his cell, it reeked of sex and he looked like a fucking mess. He wasn't sure when he was going to get a shower but he sure hoped it would be soon since the idea of smelling like sex sure didn't appeal to him.
Just great…not only was he stuck in this damn cell reeking of sex but Mammon still held control over him. He looked down at his wrist, the sigil glowing as he looked at it. The sight of the mark made his stomach churn and he felt ashamed of himself for letting himself be used like this.
He felt utterly hopeless and foolish at the same time. He sighed as he looked out of the small window his cell granted, it was getting late and it was dark. His eyes felt heavy and Vox decided it was time to go to sleep to put the day behind him, knowing that it was going to be a long imprisonment…
Charlie sat in her cell all by herself. The others were in different individual cells and she felt utterly alone. She rubbed her shoulder nervously as she sat in the lone cell. It was tight and cramped and the bed wasn't exactly comfortable, just having enough space to move around but not much else.
The Princess had a boat load of emotions flooding through her, sadness, fear and disappointment. Things had happened so fast and she hadn't fully come to terms with the situation.
One moment they were so close to leaving to safety and the next, they were all apprehended and shoved into different cells. She wasn't sure whether the others had been put since they were all placed in separate areas without much regard for them as people.
The worst part was the look Vox gave them when they were tall and taken away. It was as if he was embarrassed and ashamed at what he had done. The betrayal had hit her hard, especially since she was growing attached to Vox over time….
Now, she wasn't entirely sure what to think about him. She didn't want to think badly of him but it was hard given how long he had been hiding this from them. She wasn't sure what his intentions were when selling himself to Mammon and she was hoping he hadn't done this on purpose yet without him being in front of her there was no way to be sure.
Charlie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching her cell door. Her back straightened at the sight of Lucifer walking in front of her cell. She looked down in hopes he would walk past her but luck just wasn't on her side that day as he remained stationary.
She narrowed her eyes at the sight of her father…well it wasn't technically HER father but still. He looked so much like the counterpart she used to know and she did feel conflicting feelings just being in his presence. Even as she tried to tell herself it wasn't the one she knew, a part of her still felt some sort of connection towards him.
Lucifer's smile was predatory and his eyes and his eyes were situated in a far too calm manner. She had seen her father's expression like that before, he always had that smile whenever he was about to punish someone who displeased him and she often turned away whenever he did so.
However, she couldn't do that here,especially since she was the ire of his eye this time.
"Well, well, well Charles, I have to say, I'm quite disappointed. With how nice you were, I find it hard to believe you burn Asmodeus's little restaurant down. Such a shame, you were such a nice boy yet you somehow managed to cook up trouble with that friend of yours. And now look where it's gotten you, stuck in a cell with your life dangling from a thread. Do you know what awaits you?"
Charlie felt a lump in her throat before she reluctantly answered,"Death?"
"Well I haven't quite decided yet, but death is an option that's currently on the table. Usually those who get on our bad sides like this would be hanged or be publicly executed in a painful manner, yet I haven't quite decided on a good enough punishment for your lot."
Charlie winced, the idea of being hung by an alternate of her own father didn't sound pleasant. Especially since the others would be walking the plank of death with her as well.
Her mind raced for a way out of this, racking her mind for a possible escape. She didn't have all that kind of time and their lives were all dangling by a thread. As much as she just wanted to bust out of here, there was no possible way to do that,especially since she had no magical powers like the others did and her sword had been taken from her shortly after they had been apprehended.
She had nothing to use to escape and being separated from the others only made it even worse.
She then thought back to the others . She thought of all the allies she had. All the old and new faces she had encountered along the way and all the hard times they got through. But most importantly, she remembered Angel's face as they were taken away, the devastation on his expression when Wiggles was ripped from his arms and the desperate look he gave her, hoping that she'd find a way out of this for them like she always usually did…
Charlie was always the one keeping the group together and they had come so far. She then thought about the Tower and how if they all died here, they'd never get out. That Tower(assuming it existed at all) was their only true salvation and if they died, their chances of returning home went to 0.
An idea came to mind, a discomforting and scary one at that yet Charlie found herself at her rope's end. If she didn't do something soon, everyone was dead. Her allies' lives were on the line and there was only one thing she could think of doing…
She took a deep breath before saying,"Do you miss her, Lucifer?"
Lucifer blinked"Miss who? Who are you talking about, Charles?"
"You daughter, Charlotte. Do you miss her?"
"Of course I miss her, She's my daughter. I haven't seen her in centuries…" He admitted somberly,"I've loved her more than you coin…." he then paused,"What's it to you anyway? If you think getting on my soft side will spare you then you have another thing coming. It'll take a lot more than that to make me even consider sparing you or your friends lives for that matter."
"Because the daughter you miss so much is standing right here…" Charlie then undid her ponytail and took off her top just enough to where Lucifer could see her bosom.
The binder was tight but upon closer inspection you'd be able to see a small mound where Charlie's breasts were and she let him see to prove she was female. She prayed to God that exposing herself would work as the silence prevailed.
There was a massive pause between the two, Lucifer's face falling in disbelief. He said nothing for the longest time before he opened his mouth and said,"Charlotte…is that really you? It's been over a century since I've last seen you.."
Charlie played along and nodded, she wasn't technically his daughter but she figured that her resemblance to her alternate would give her the advantage,"Yeah…it's me…"
"Why?"
"Why what?" She asked.
"Why did you disguise yourself like this? I could hardly recognize you with those masculine clothes on. . Why'd you deceive me like this?"
Charlie tensed up, uncertain how to respond before fumbling with an excuse, making up a story to make it sound more realistic,"I…I was scared. I thought you'd punish me if I came back the way I did so I hid. I've been living like this for so long that the idea of returning was always daunting to me…"
"And the reason you ran off with these criminals?"
"I needed allies and we were all in the same boat," She said,"I hadn't anticipated seeing you when we stole the cart to fill in for the delivery men and things just crumbled apart from there…"
"I see.." He said, rubbing his chin before looking at her cautiously,"I'm disappointed you couldn't have come out of hiding sooner,especially since you've made alliances with these wanted criminals. I'm very upset with you Charlotte, I thought Lilith and I had raised you better than to runaway from your duties like this…" He then sighed,"Still,I'm at least glad you bothered to come back in the end. We've missed you for so long and now the possibility of us being a family again can finally come true. Now come on dear, let's get you out of that cell. You don't belong there…"
Lucifer unlocked the cell door and Charlie stepped out. To her surprise, he suddenly hugged her and Charlie wasn't sure how to respond as she tensed up before reluctantly accepting the hug, despite how awkward it was. The hug was tight and warm, yet it felt so wrong and she did feel chills run down her spine as he touched her.
"Is something wrong, Charlotte? You look a bit tense. Do you not like me hugging you?"
"Uh…no.." She coughed as she averted her gaze,"I'm just…lightheaded that's all. It's been a long day and I've been on my feet for so long that it's kind of worn me out…"
He laughed,"Oh, that makes sense. Given how long you've been away from home it would make sense you're so tired. It must have been so long since you've been in a comfortable bed. Follow me, I'll lead you to your room…"
Lucifer led Charlie out of the underground prison, Charlie followed him up the stairs nervously. As they walked down the hallway that was lit up with candles, Charlie felt rather small at that moment, the palace was huge and it felt so foreign walking in a place her other self called home…
"You probably don't recognize the place. We've had a lot of refurbishing done over the time period you were gone but I promise that your room hasn't been changed all too much. We've left it the way you wanted it outside of having it cleaned every time it accumulated dust…"
He then led her to where 'her' bedroom was and opened the door for her with a warm smile,"Feel free to make yourself home again, Charlotte. This room hasn't been the same without you. I hope it's to your liking…"
Charlie trapped inside and her jaw dropped, the room looked fantastic, full of stuffed animals and all sorts of regal designs. It was so amazing and she couldn't help but be amazed at how beautifully sculpted it was. She had to remind herself that it wasn't her room and what she was here for just to snap her back to reality.
She cleared her throat before saying,"I…I love it…"
"I knew you would," He chuckled,"Now Charlotte dear, now that you're back, I believe it's time you change out of those clothes.."
"Why?"
"You're a Princess, Charlie. It's time to drop that masculine persona you've created for yourself and embrace your true path. Go and put on one of the dresses in your closest and pick one that you believe suits you best. I'm certain they still fit given your body hasn't changed much since we've last seen each other. If it doesn't fit then I'll just have LIlith request someone to deal with it in the morning…"
Lucifer then turned his back to leave only for Charlie to call out,"Wait! What about my friends?""
"Your friends?"
"The guys you arrested earlier? Those guys?"
"Oh…" He groaned,"Charlotte, you can't tell me you seriously care for those peasants now do you?"
"I do!" She hissed,"I care for them a lot and I know that they've upset you guys a lot but I don't want them to die! Please consider letting them go!"
"You know I can't just release them. That is not how this works, Charlotte…" He chastised,"Even after all this time you still haven't outgrown your childish nativity in matters that do not concern you…"
"If you cannot release them then can you promise not to kill them? Or else I'll tell Mom you nearly had me executed because you thought I was someone else!" It was her trap card and she hoped it would work…
Thankfully, it seemed that Lucifer was similar enough to her version to take the bait as he changed his stance instantly,"Now now, Charlotte, there's no need to get like that. That was because of a misunderstanding, I would've never done that had I known it was you."
"Then will you spare them?"
"We'll see…I still need to discuss this with the other Deadly Sins given their actions against them but since it concerns you so I'll allow you to participate. In the meantime however, you should get some rest. It's late and it's time for you to go to bed…"
Charlie sighed, she wouldn't get any further with Lucifer in a time like this so he decided to fall back,"Fine…"
He then bid her goodnight and kissed her on the forehead, Charlie wiping the mark away once he was out of the room before heading to bed. She wasn't sure if she had made the right call and already felt second thoughts zooming through her mind…
As she laid in bed, uncertainty weighed in on her thoughts, dread pooling in her stomach. She felt awful, knowing that she had opened a Pandora's box and that while she might be able to save her friends, she wasn't certain what the backlashes would be when the reveal came out.
Especially since Angel would be the one to take the hit hard. The others might not care if she was a girl(Vaggie, Seviathan and Helsa were already aware of course) but Angel was the one whose reaction she was worried about. Especially when the truth came out that she wasn't a normal hellborn at all, but the Princess of Hell herself…
The thought was enough to keep her up at night and she wasn't sure if she'd ever find peace anytime soon. Because she knew that tomorrow was going to be a hectic day and that everything was going to go to Hell in hand-basket once they became aware of who she truly was.
All she could do was hope that the hell storm would pass and that she could get them out of here in the process. If not for her sake, for everyone else's….
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Guest: Alternates do exist but they aren't in the Hazbin Hell. Can't talk about them too much since it would be a spoiler.
Enigmus-288: Mammon and Lucifer are massive dicks, only difference is Mammon is more patient and relies less on physical violence and cares more about breaking people's minds and emotions(like he did with Vox) manipulating him into thinking no one cares for him and fucking with his head.
Guest: Yeah that is gonna be a problem given how Angel flaunts that he's gay all the time and Charlie's disguised as a boy. Lucifer would be proud I guess given it took her this long to eat one.