Hell

VoxTech

11:00 AM

As the three Vs were lounging around, Valentino received a call from the surviving goons that had ran after their leader had been killed informed the Overlord of Lust that they believed that their attacker was Dragonborn. Now Vox and Valentino were just barely old enough to remember the last time there was a sinner who had the power of the Thu'um. Now most of those who manifested in hell with that ability were given special permission from Lucifer himself to travel to the lowest ring of Hell to train their gift. What most had forgotten is that it was that gift that kept Roo in her place since the Voice tapped into Creation Magic.

"What's got you so worked up Val? You look like your about to torch something." Velvette asked. Now Velvette was the youngest overlord of the trimurative that controlled most modern media in Hell. "Just got a call from one of my loan shark gangs that some new blood just vaporized their pack leader. Of course I'm going to be pissed; that shit for brains was one of my best field agents." Valentino growled out. "On it, I'll bring up the security feed from their skirmish with the new blood. That way we can get on top of this incase he or she becomes a threat." Vox said while going to his chair. After plugging into his custom system, As the security footage is shown from multiple angles, the three Overlords are shocked at how easily this new player dispatched these thugs. "Damn, he's good." Vox said just loud enough for velvet to hear.

Seeing the guys fighting style threw Velvet into a memory she had tried to suppress since she arrived in Hell.

Flashback

Sixteen years ago

Palestine, Texas, June 1990

Velvette had fought tooth and nail for everything she had at that moment. She had applied for a probation officer job with TDC and had almost got through the hell that was the training academy. The academy was a grueling five week program that was designed to push all cadets. Today they were on the gun range for the final exam since everyone was required to qualify with a rifle, pistol and shotgun.

She was nervous. She had a rough time these last few weeks dealing with the jokes as a first generation British-American. Her parents came over from England around the middle of the Troubles to escape the violence. Bloody Sunday had just been the nail in that coffin. Her father and mother had both met in the RAF and retired with general discharges. Her parents had instilled a strong moral sense in her. As she came to the firing line to qualify, a shot rang out. It turns out a fellow cadet of hers had been extremely jealous of Velvette and decided to outright kill her after she was shot down by the guy they both liked.

Blood began to well up and the next thing Velvette felt was the PAIN. As she collapsed her assailant was swiftly and ruthlessly killed by a hail of bullets coming from the guard towers and the instructors. As the unit medics began to attempt to save her life, Velvette could feel herself getting weaker since thanks to her parents' lessons she knew what fatal wounds would be and getting shot with a .357 in a lung was fatal without advanced treatment methods. With a weak smile towards her remaining fellow cadets, Velvette allowed the sweet embrace of Death come over her and Velvette Evans, aged 27 was dead.

Flashback end

It had been years since she though back on that day, mostly because her death left her bitter towards the one who ruined her life. She was grateful that justice was swift and brutal in her case and when she found out that tramp ended up down here, the first thing Velvette did was to end her permanently. It had taken her a year to track her down, but it was worth it in the end. Once she got a better look at the new bloods' face a spark of realization hit her. That was the same guy that treated her so kindly in the academy. How he ended up down here she didn't know but swore to keep him safe, even if it meant betraying the others. "I know him." She said alerting the other two. "Who is he?" Valentino growled out. "A good man who I knew back on Earth, I had a crush on him while we were in the same training class together. He was the one who ended the bitch who put a bullet in me." Velvet replied with a reserved, almost wishful tone." His name is John Marston." Velvette began. "A good man, I kept track of him through some of my contacts on the surface." As the other two digested this information a beep came up with a live feed of the now named John interacting with the Radio Demon. As A look of pure rage was showing on Valentino and Vox's faces, they began to bark orders to have him followed and to have a news crew go interview him.

Hours Later

As the Denizens of Hell were reeling from the fact that there was a new Fallen Angel in the mix, Valentino and Velvette were on their way to Princess Charlotte's hotel. Valentino was pissed since the asshole that killed his best field operative needed a proper welcome to Hell; Velvette was tagging along because she remembered what John had told her about the sword he freely carried now. Anduril was an ancient blade tied to his bloodline or something, but she knew one thing and that was it radiated POWER.

As the two reached the hotel Valentino pulled a China lake grenade launcher out of his pimp jacket and pointed it at the doors to the hotel. As Valentino blew up the hotel's front doors, Velvette got a good look at John. He looked older than the last time she had seen him. The start of some grey hairs were noticeable if you knew where to look, and he looked tired. Corrections was a hard line of work, especially working in a max unit like she had heard he did. As Valentino struck Angel dust, a dark aura began to permeate the air courteously of Charlie herself. Now Velvette had more respect for the Princess of Hell.

She remembered when she lost her cool a few years ago and she felt FEAR. As fast as the aura began to emerge, it dissipated thanks to John placing a calming hand on her shoulder. As John ran at Valentino, she couldn't help but blush. As the two began to trade blows with swords, Velvette saw John in a new light. As Valentino's head was separated from his body; in a collum of black fire, the King of Hell made his appearance. Velvette had two choices at this moment, run and hide; or make herself known. Before she could even register what her body was doing, she knocked on the remains of the doorframe. With all eyes on her she swallowed her pride and with an even voice she looked at John and said the one thing that would forever change destiny. "Hello, John. Been a long time."