The city of Hell sprawled beneath her, a chaotic mosaic of towering skyscrapers and winding streets illuminated by the ever-present glow of the pride ring. From the penthouse perch atop one of the tallest buildings, Velvette surveyed her domain with a sense of satisfaction, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and ambition.
Stepping through the grand entrance of her opulent abode, Velvette's heels clicked against the sleek marble floor, the sound echoing through the cavernous space like a proclamation of her authority. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and incense, enveloping her in a cocoon of luxury as she made her way toward the inner sanctum of her domain.
The living area unfolded before her like a symphony of modern elegance and avant-garde flair, with plush furnishings and bold art pieces adorning every corner. But it was the bedroom that beckoned with a siren's call, a sanctuary of opulence and extravagance that reflected Velvette's discerning taste and penchant for the finer things in life.
At the heart of the room stood her throne—a king-sized canopy bed draped in sumptuous velvet curtains, the deep hues of burgundy and navy blue casting a rich contrast against the sleek, monochromatic palette of the room. The headboard, adorned with intricate skull-shaped detailing, served as a testament to Velvette's edgy aesthetic, while soft, ambient lighting bathed the space in a warm, inviting glow.
Flanking the bed were matching nightstands, each adorned with crystal lamps that cast a soft, ethereal light upon the room. Stacks of fashion magazines lay scattered across the polished surface, a testament to Velvette's unwavering dedication to staying ahead of the latest trends and styles.
Opposite the bed, a walk-in closet rivaled that of a high-end boutique, its racks of designer clothing and shelves of shoes arranged with meticulous precision. Mirror-lined walls reflected Velvette's image from every angle, ensuring she always looked flawless before stepping out into the world.
As she crossed the room, Velvette couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over her. This was more than just a bedroom—it was her sanctuary, her fortress, her kingdom within the kingdom of Hell. As she settled onto the plush velvet bed, surrounded by the trappings of her success, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them with the confidence and grace befitting an overlord and the queen of social media.
Even if the day had been the most chaotic since the time she discovered that her husband was taught that her way of life was completely useless which pisses her off, her slacker employees managed to fucked up their projects from the days off they had, to even becoming a laughing stock from her friends because of the discovered marriage she had, she was having a fucking terrible day.
Thankfully she had something else to relax, by seeing how fucked up a sinner got his future fucked from a fortune cookie that would make him a laughing stock from Pride Ring, possibly until the next execution day. But until there she was laughing so hard from the misfortune of the others that she felt completely relaxed from all the stress she had. Which has been big, she forgave the imp who needed to learn how to speak with a woman, especially a woman way more powerful than him, but he did his best to make her forgive him.
When she got out of the Vees meeting, she was surprised that her useless employees managed to make the actual clothing she ordered for each of them, one of them lost her arm, maybe it was because she had to kill a demon alligator to have it's skin, but it was her fucking suggestion so she will learn this as a lesson. Overall she gave a look into each of them, and needlessly to say, she found them acceptable.
She still had no idea why her employees were crying happily, which made her scoff and roll her eyes. But now the day was over, clothes ready to give to Moxxie, and lingerie in case she wanted to have a quicky before giving the gift to her husband. She still doesn't know why her life had turned 180 degrees in such a few days.
"Now that's a suit that means you are ready for business," Velvette commented as she saw the imp already dressed with one of the combinations of two layers of the suit, a combination of Nature Black, Winter Black, and Black Bronze. The imp never thought he would gain a new set of clothes following the same pattern of a single color, but with a good eye, he could see that even if it's black color, only a stupid person would say that to Velvette since she deals with fashion and social media, she probably knows the importance of the colors and the names of most of them. "This tie really creates a good contrast around your suit, and it's a pity that you have to go into an interview with it. I would love to take all of it from you."
Moxxie blushed as he tried to compose himself, knowing that one of the members of the vee seemed to be insatiable with her desires to pleasure herself but also for the poor imp. He thought it was just simply to take the clothing for the interview he was going to have in the afternoon, but when he knocked on her door, he was surprised by her lustful desire and her lingerie which wanted to give him a surprise. But mostly for her, since he also guilty-tripped him into redeeming himself because of his comment... And he couldn't say no to her.
"I appreciate the compliment Velvette," Moxxie commented as he received a wink from his wife, the social media Overlord who had all the remaining stress to take out of her steam, and seeing that she was still teasing him, proved that she may not be completely satisfied. "I really wish to continue this interesting morning, but for this afternoon. I kinda want to concentrate myself in the interview that I'm about to have as a bodyguard."
"Pff, I don't know why you still try to do that?" Velvette commented as she rolled her eyes, knowing from past experiences that people in Moxxie's position would have loved to use and abuse the opportunity to have as being the main owner of the souls of both overlords, but for some reason, Moxxie never went to ask about money, or neither a place to stay. She watched the video about both him and his friend talking about using dropped credit cards to help pay for the food, instead of calling for her and using her status to get everything. "You are a sugar baby material, and you could use both my money or the Latina Milf bitch if you ever wanted."
"It's more than that, I would never... wait, did you just say Milf?" Moxxie was about to argue and tell the little Vee that he would never be that kind of person, but then he paused, by looking at the girl with his eyes wide open.
"Well, yeah. Those 2 girls who we took pictures with are her daughters, they were even in our wedding. " Velvette commented as she then saw the face of Moxxie get a bit palled. "What?"
"She is a mother...oh crumbs, she is a mother," Moxxie commented as his face was sweating and he looked like the reality attacked him in the worst way possible. "I need another job, not 2. I need 3."
"Moxxie, what the fuck." Velvette commented as she didn't like to see the imp acting in panic like that. "What's wrong with you? They are already adults and we are rich, you don't need to waste your time t..."
"YOU DON'T GET IT." Moxxie suddenly shouted which made Velvette pause and then narrow her eyes angrily. Which usually would make Moxxie very afraid, however, what was on his mind was what worried him way more than the overlord in front of him. "We are married to a mother... her children, we are now their step-parents."
And like a glass shattering, the brat overlord of the vees finally understood the panic coming from the imp at that moment.
"HOLYSHIT, THAT'S TRUE, OH FUCK, NO, I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE A MOTHER OR A STEP-MOTHER," Velvette shouted as Moxxie who was also on the verge of freaking out was giving deep breaths as he tried to compose himself that moment. "The others are going to make so much fun of me that I'm going to have a migraine. That's so fucking great."
Moxxie cleaned his sweat with a towel nearby and looked at the echolocate-skinned woman who had been on the verge of freaking out. And knowing that she needed comfort, even if he was mostly in panic, he couldn't let her be distressed like that. So the only thing he did that caught the woman by surprise was simply hugging her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Velvette said as she looked at the imp who kept hugging her.
"Don't worry, we are going to figure it out. I can try to find another way to get another work, and with that, we can work out everything." Moxxie said as he tried to comfort the overlord, who stared at him like he was either an idiot or someone who didn't even understand what was happening.
"Don't you fucking get it that we are rich? Why do you want to keep insisting on finding a job? You could ask me thousands of souls and Carmilla as well that you could use it for yourself." Velvette said as she pushed Moxxie, which made her even angrier than before, she just didn't get him. "I don't get you. You are fucking nice, even after you fuck us and married us and even had a soul contract with you, look and status, you have everything that everyone who desires to sleep with me would ever want, and you still think you are going to sustain us? Why do you care?"
"Because I don't fucking care about status or your money," Moxxie said as he stomped on the floor, which made the overlord immediately pause and stare at him, before even she had the idea to reply Moxxie interrupted her. Holding both her arms and staring deeply into her eyes. The imp said everything he ever wanted to say. "I don't care if you are overlord, if you are rich, if you are powerful, or not, one thing I refuse to do with all my life, is to take advantage of someone. Because I know how it feels like when a person takes advantage of you and leaves you with nothing else than a broken heart. I'm not him, I'm not Chazz, I'm not my dad, I'm not the fucking people who want to give a damn about status, and I don't give a fuck of people who wants money from relationships. I want to be useful, I want to prove my value, I want to prove they were wrong."
Velvette stared at Moxxie as her mouth was gapped and lost of words into what she could tell him, and before she could even ask what he was talking about. Moxxie suddenly caught himself with something getting out of his eyes. A few tears dropped from his face.
"Oh crumbs, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been rude to you," Moxxie said as he cleaned his tears, and before he even continue talking, he suddenly felt a buzz coming from his pocket, and saw Velvette still in silence, the imp turned his back and checked on the hellphone which clearly showed the number being mysterious. "Err... Hello?"
"Good morning Moxxie, it's Carmilla Carmine, I would like to know if you are available to talk." The familiar voice came from the other side of the device, which clearly made Moxxie compose himself, and reply to his other wife. By glancing at Velvette who was still in silence, after everything she heard from him, Moxxie shook his head before replying.
"Yes, I'm, I came to Velvette's penthouse because she brought me clothes to help me in the interview for this afternoon. So what can I help you?" Moxxie asked as he could see a humming sound from the other side, as for another wife he had to concentrate, on the same wife who has 2 daughters, which will also be his responsibility. A father, that he never thought he would wake up and realize so many changes in his life.
"Well interesting, since I'm also interested in talking with you before your appointment marked on the interview, would you like to find me on 666th street in Buenos Diablos restaurant? That way we could have a very good meeting while we have lunch to help us for the rest of the day." Carmila commented as the imp felt his stomach with a desire to crave food, and since his friend Blitzo probably would be eating all the leftovers, the imp already got his answer.
"Sure, I'm about to leave here. Should I tell them something?" Moxxie asked as he could hear the overlord of angelical weapons humming in approval.
"You can tell them that you have a business meeting with Carmila Carmani and tell them your name." The answer was clear and simple, as the imp nodded his head and gave his goodbyes before the call ended.
Moxxie stared at Velvette who was still staring at him weirdly, and knowing how she had been in silence for so long, Moxxie decided to use that as an opportunity to talk honestly at her.
"I don't know what were your thoughts about how a relationship would work, but it's not what you think. While I admit the sex we had today and even during our honeymoon has been great. It's not all that, it needs understanding, it needs love, and I appreciate what you both have done for me. It's too early for me to say that I love you both," Moxxie had that inside of his heart since the day he woke up after the marriage, and while he had the soul contract and even been married to both of them, one part of him want to tell this. "I want to love you Velvette, I want to love you both... but we just got married and I know almost nothing about you, other than everything you have posted online in your account. I don't know the real you, I don't know about your past, your dreams, your hopes, in the same way, that you never knew about me, you don't know my dreams, you don't know why I care so much about this, why I want to work so much, to help you all... maybe someday instead of we having sex and use our lust around, we could just go into somewhere else and have a date like a caring and compassion couple that always should study themselves before taking the responsibility to get married... But until then thank you for the clothing, tell your employees that I'm grateful for them, and maybe someday I'm going to bake a cake for them as a way to show my gratitude. I'm going home. Have a great day Velvette."
And Velvette who usually had her tongue sharp, with every single good comeback and comment about anyone against her, was mute for minutes, because deep inside of her, she had no fucking idea what just happened, and like her mind was frozen, still processing everything talked, she was completely out of her comfort zone, and thankfully she was now alone, with nothing more than her thoughts to try to understand indeed...
"What the fuck just happened," Velvette asked herself, as she stared to see her husband leave, with more questions inside of her mind than she ever wants to admit, and now she isn't sure if she wanted to go to work or stay in her bed to recover her stamina from the fucking she had with her imp... and let his words sink into her mind... And staring at her pillow, she had to say it again. "Seriously, what the fuck..."
The restaurant Buenos Diablos is tucked away in a bustling, neon-lit corner of the Pride Ring. Its exterior is a blend of traditional Mexican architecture with infernal embellishments—flaming torches and ornate, demonic sculptures guarding the entrance. Inside, the ambiance shifts to a more elegant and understated decor. Walls are adorned with art depicting various Mexican folklore with a dark, Hellish twist. The atmosphere is lively with the sounds of Mariachi music playing softly in the background, mingled with the chatter of sinners indulging in their afterlife's guilty pleasures.
The main dining area is vibrant, filled with sinners enjoying spicy dishes and sipping on smoky, hellfire margaritas. In the back, a more secluded area—the VIP section—is separated by a lavish curtain of black and red beads. A sign with an ornate script reads, "Reserved for the Esteemed."
Inside the VIP section, it's quieter. The tables are covered in black velvet tablecloths, each adorned with a small, flickering flame in a glass holder. At one of these tables sits nobody other than Carmilla Carmine, the overlord who is strikingly beautiful and imposing with an aura of authority as Overlord. Her appearance is flawless, from her sharply tailored suit that hints at her powerful status in a more professional way of the dress instead of the humiliating clothes that she received from such an insufferable brat, she made sure to tie rightly her hair to make a very well professional hairstyle to prove that she was there in business. Beside her, an empty chair awaits.
Carmilla is checking her hellphone, likely reviewing details about the latest shipments of angelical weapons or checking the time. Her expression is a mix of anticipation and impatience.
Suddenly, the bead curtain rustles, and finally the imp enters. And for the surprise of the overlord of weapons, she had to admit, seeing the imp well dressed for work into using two layers of suit with a black contrast clashing with his red skin indeed made her appeal that the imp came into business-like she told the receptionist.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Moxxie commented as politely as he pushed the seat for himself, and stared at the grey beauty in front of him, especially at how professional she looked by wearing her business clothing, from black pants to even a blazer over a white shirt. "Had to go to imp city to leave the new set of clothing on my apartment."
"At least you are here now. I already ordered food for both of us." Carmilla commented as she composed herself, and made sure to give a good look towards the imp in front of her. "And to see that brat managed to make you look more professional than your standard set of clothes indeed impressed me."
And from that, both imp and overlord prepared themselves for an eventual lunch break that both of them were needing at that moment, not aware that on the corner hiding around the chairs and tables. Two sinners were crouched and staring at the couple constantly.
"No lo acredito that you brought me here to spy on our mother Clara, do you have any idea how angry she will be if she finds out that we skipped work just to watch her meeting the imp she married a few days ago." The older sister who was a sinner with palled skin, blonde hair, and red eyes with red glasses commented as she pinched between her eyes, knowing that at the moment both girls get caught by their mother, grounding would be the least of their problems.
"I know, I know Odette." The brown-skinned girl with very voluminous white hair replied as she was still a bit unsure about the date her mother was about to have. "But we cannot be sure if that imp has good intentions, even if he looks like a bit more elegant now, we just don't know if our mother is going to be taken advantage of, also I really want to see how the date will go."
Odette sighed, as she knew that her sister when had something on her mind, she wouldn't stop until she got to the end of this.
"Did you find some info regarding him?"Odette asked as she looked at both her mother and the imp seeming to be waiting for the food.
"Nothing, since it's difficult to have any kind of information from other rings, and Zestial is gathering everything around, so our best guess would be listening them to talk. And any kind of clue would help us to know where he is from, and what is his intentions." Clara commented as both girls would refuse to leave until they watched the whole meeting since it would be very informative for both of them.
And praying to not be caught by their mother.
"So how has been your day?" The question made by Moxxie left Carmilla raises her eyebrows at him, since both the couple were quiet and waiting for the ordered food, Moxxie thought was the best opportunity to talk with his wife. "Especially after, you know."
"Well, it's been delightful," Carmilla answered the question as she pondered what would be the best way to describe it. "Yesterday two security guards from my company were slacking around, so I took the opportunity to give them a last warning about the rules of my company. "One of them was sleeping on the floor, can you even believe on that?"
"Wow, what a lack of professionalism." Moxxie agreed with the overlord who nodded in approval, and understanding that both of them knew about professionalism.
"Exactly, I just didn't punish them yet because yesterday many of my employees were on a day off and I had so many things to focus on," Carmilla commented as she felt the imp nodding his head to her, both were still waiting for the food to be prepared, and having the time to talk about their projects related to the future indeed sounded like a better way to continue their conversation. "Well then, are you prepared for the interview that you are going to have this afternoon Moxxie?"
"I think I'm ready, showing politeness, professionalism and even acts of my abilities would be good enough to help in my case into being hired," Moxxie commented, not stating as a way to brag, but in a polite way to state the facts on how he could get a job in the area and quickly raise enough money to help them both.
"But also how to be well dressed and the valuable gun you also possess," Carmilla commented as she could see the imp's eyebrows raised. "Sometimes guns are also about status, if you ever told me that you were very knowledgeable about firing weapons, I wouldn't believe it until I see proof of what kind of weapons you use. Like for example, do you have any gun with you right now?"
Moxxie looked surprised, as from the way the representation of angelical weapons simply told him about how weapons would also mean status, and that made him a bit surprised, but nodding his head, he complied with her request.
"Yes, I do. If you want to take a look." Moxxie took from his inner pocket something that made Carmilla who was expecting a simple handgun like a Desert Eagle, or a Whalter PPK, her eyes wide open when Moxxie in front of her something that she never imagined saw it, it wasn't any kind of weapon, but parts of other guns mixed as one. "It's a combination of Remington 1875 cylinder, Colt 1851 Navy's barrel, 1860 Army's hammer with a firing pin to its frame."
"This is a chimera, a relic of the past," Carmilla said with both awe at seeing something in the hands of the imp who just showed her. "A .44 Remington with Colt's barrel, Army's hammer, and a firing pin, this is a product made by history. How did you..."
"I had a fight in a gun museum and I needed to fight someone who wanted to kill me, so since the time was short, I tried to find the best combination. And nothing could beat the classics." Moxxie explained as he could see the Latina Overlord looking at the weapon as if it had been a mythical creature. "I had it since I left Greed Ring, and the fire range power was indeed more powerful in comparison than a Magnum."
"That's something I would believe," Carmilla said as she was impressed, as she was holding something that she never thought to see before. A chimera of the past in a handgun, which she could say that she was very curious. "I can't wait to hear the story behind this weapon. I'm impressed, once again Moxxie you surpassed my expectations beyond the limit."
"Please, it's not like that, I was just fighting for my life, and that was the best I could find to help me," Moxxie said as he blushed from her compliments. "Anyone could have done that."
"Pff, if you saw how many actually tried in my company, and how many failed miserably while trying to take my guns under my nose. You would be surprised." Carmilla commented as she felt more comfortable talking about guns with her husband than the actual part of the idea of talking about their personal lives. "But never mind that, I always thought you were the type of person who usually uses simple handguns like a Whalter PPK or even a Glock."
"Well, I have preferences into using a Colt, I understand people looking down on them, but in times of difficulty, any gun would be better than without being with one," Moxxie explained as he looked at the matriarch who raised her eyebrow at him. "Colt's are my passion, mostly M1911,"
"Hmm, interesting," Carmilla said as she herself would see the point over how the imp would be delighted to talk about such an amazing choice. "7 bullets per magazine, 625 RPM in Rate of Fire,"
"Especially with the easiest and quickest way to reload a gun, 1.63 seconds with a normal magazine, and 1.80 seconds with an empty magazine," Moxxie explained as Carmilla nodded her head in approval. Both of them having a good knowledge of weapons indeed made her feel more comfortable in regards to having a conversation with him.
Carmilla smiled as she was approached by a group of waiters who brought exactly not just one, but many variations of delicacies that surprised the imp with the varieties around the table, from tacos that were traditional Mexican food, it looked way more clean and well-made versions of the traditional food than any kind of shitty fast foods.
"Pozalo Verde, Rajas Tacos, A papaya salad, Sheet Pan Fajitas, well, it's indeed everything I asked. Muchas Gracias." Carmilla thanked the waiters who were happy but still very afraid of the presence of the overlord who immediately could kill them forever with their weapons.
"Por nada! Miss Carmine." The waiter commented in an accent that it was clearly someone adapting to the English Language and seeing them leave, Moxxie looked at what would be at least 7 variations of Mexican food.
"We may eat Moxxie, I hope you like Mexican food, this restaurant has been here since the time I came to hell many years ago," Carmilla commented as she was already using her hands to prepare to eat the traditional Mexican food, and with the indication that she also wanted him to feast on the lovely meal, he couldn't help but salivate with the tempting food and immediately started to dig in. "Well, back to our conversation. I have to admit that I never thought an imp could manage to know so many facts and details of weapons, that I'm curious about how you learned so much."
"Ah, that's because I love the guns and ammo magazine," Moxxie explained as he saw the eyebrows raised from the overlord who looked at him smiling sheepishly. "I had a collection of those magazines since I was a teenager, and it's a good way to learn the update of the newest weapons coming around hell. While most of the guns never cross the Greed Ring, many demons would have a dream to hold some of the good stuff from the pictures. Also, I have a question, how is going the project of Celestial M1014 with a double barrel and grenade launcher? The last magazine, it happened an interview with one worker who said the weapons are still in the project."
Carmilla paused, as she gave a few seconds to recollect that indeed a group of journalists came to talk around her building, and had an interview with one of her daughters... And to see that not just this imp, but everyone who had the same known magazine would actually know about their future projects and success? Maybe that would be something that she needs to be careful in the future.
"Well, it's still in the phase of tests, nothing to promise since there would need a lot of weeks just to make sure all the angelical weapons wouldn't have been wasted. We develop the design of the weapon and later we manufacture them as a whole." Carmilla explained as Moxxie nodded his head and paid attention to every single detail. Carmilla felt like she was indeed talking business with her husband, but a part of her felt that she was just deceiving not only the imp but herself as well... There she was, with a great opportunity to learn more and more and gather all the information that he could have, and she was just talking about business with him.
At the moment she was about to say something, she saw Moxxie looking around at all the food they were both eating and with a heavy gulp, the imp came to a decision.
"I may not have money enough to pay for the meal this afternoon, but next time I would like to pay for the food," Moxxie commented, which made the Overlord of the weapons raise her eyebrows at him, as she wanted to admit that his feelings are noble, it would have been pointless to try to do something like that.
"You don't have to," Carmilla commented as she looked at Moxxie shaking his head.
"I want to, it's my way to show gratitude, and that I want to help you," Moxxie said as he gave a slight glance, around and tried to remain calm around the circumstances. "I'm sorry, it's just... everything is happening so fast,"
"I understand," Carmilla commented, as she could see that a part of himself wasn't comfortable both of them could agree that even if the Honey Moon has been a way to show their carnal desires a way to satisfy themselves when the lust is down... everything has changed. "Sometimes it's still confusing for me to wake up and realize that I'm married."
"I think that's what happens when you just get married so quickly, you don't know who you are married to..." Moxxie agreed as he and Carmilla went in silence and started to eat their food. "I mean, you are beautiful Carmilla, and you are the owner of the company of weapons most feared in the 7 rings, and I really wished to have known you much more than the incident we had a few days ago."
"While the compliment is appreciated, the point you made is also very accurate. We acted in moments of clouded minds and we possibly are suffering with the biggest backlash I ever had in my life." Carmilla responded, which Moxxie looked a bit hurt, but accepted the comment. "We are bound into a soul contract, but to also a marriage that it would be for the best we let it hidden until we knew each other more than we know."
"That's something I agree with you." Moxxie nodded his head, since now having the responsibility of being a husband, and possibly a step-father, he wanted to be clear about his intentions. "So... hello Ma'am, my name is Moxxie Knowlastname, I came from Greed Ring and it's a pleasure to meet you."
The overlord looked delighted, seeing that from the part of herself feeling deceived by her professionalism, she felt that indeed a good part of Moxxie was being honest with her, in the same way, she wanted to be honest with him, so taking an opportunity to start from zero, she was already married to him, but here he was, wanting to start from a first date, making them more like friends, to then lovers... and she hides a giggle but scoffed showing him a smirk.
"A caballero, hello, my name is Carmilla Carmine, Overlord of the Angelical weapons, and mother of two beautiful girls," Carmilla replied as she gave her hand to the imp who used the time to kiss it like a gentleman. Which made the matriarch smile at the politeness of her husband.
And with that, they started again, into what once started as a business meeting, they finally had their first date together, which was an interesting experience for both of them, while in the background two girl sinners praying for whatever entity to not be discovered as they are going to see their mother have an actual date.