In the bustling heart of Hell, where sinners roamed freely and debauchery reigned supreme, stood the imposing headquarters of The Vees. Inside, amidst the decadence and chaos, Valentino and Vox, the charismatic overlords, held court over their domain. But little did they know, a new player had entered their world.
Violetta, with her cocoa-brown skin and pastel colored wool of blue, pink, and purple; and ivory horns, navigated the corridors of power with an infectious enthusiasm for exploration. Her bell collar jingled with every step, a subtle reminder of her allegiance to Valentino. As his assistant, she performed myriad tasks, her every move a calculated step towards her own agenda.
In the dimly lit lounge, Valentino reclined on a plush sofa. Vox lounged nearby, his metallic frame gleaming in the ambient light.
"Violetta, baby, where's my drink?" Valentino called out, his voice dripping with impatience and entitlement. He lounged on a velvet chaise, his eyes narrowed in a rare moment of concentration, trying to read a document. (Violetta quietly reminds him to use his reading glasses)
"Right here, Valentino," Violetta replied cheerfully, her ears twitching with excitement as she expertly mixed his favorite cocktail. Her movements were fluid, and she could feel Valentino's gaze on her body, appreciating the sight of her shaking the cocktail mixer. The way her hips moved to the tune she was humming, her tail wiggling in excitement.
Vox, the other Overlord, watched from a distance, his pixelated face flickering with interest. "You never fail to entertain, Flossy.," He remarked, his digital voice carrying a hint of amusement as he saw her glare playfully at him. She hates being called Flossy.
"Thank you, Vox. Just doing my job." The Pastel Sheep responded, handing Valentino his drink with a smile.
Valentino took a sip and sighed with satisfaction. "Perfect as always. You really know how to keep me happy, don't you?"
"It's my pleasure," Violetta replied, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and gently toying with his antenna. "Anything for you, Sir."
Valentino preened under the attention, clearly enjoying the praise and affection. "You're a gem, Vio. Maybe you should give Vox some lessons on how to treat me."
"Ha! As if I need lessons," Vox retorted, though there was no real bite in his words.
Violetta laughed, the sound light and infectious. "You two are a perfect team. But I'm always here to help in any way I can."
She watched them closely, noting the subtle ways in which they interacted. Valentino's narcissism made him easy to manipulate, and Vox's aloofness masked a deep-seated desire for validation.
As the evening wore on, Valentino grew more relaxed, the alcohol dulling his sharp edges. "Sweetness, why don't you come sit with us? Take a break for once."
"How about you make my drink and then do that, Sweet Cheeks." Vox demanded, giving her ass a firm smack to assert himself. Something he did quite often too, he was from the 50s so it made sense. Needing to distract her for a bit.
"Right away, Mister Vox!" Violetta bleats, moving back to the bar quickly to mix up his drink. Vox is watching her plump form move about.
"So what's the plan with this one?" He quietly asks, looking back to Valentino who was a little miffed with him but rolls his eyes. "She's going to be my second best pornstar, or just replace Angel Dust completely…I mean look at her. That innocent demure, her body, she always smells sweet..and I just found out that she makes a delicious syrupy fluid. We can sell that." He frames her body with his fingers as if he was taking a photo of her. "She's got potential…It's just…"
"Her annoying shyness and reserved attitude?" Vox points out, not going to question how he knows about the syrupy fluid she makes, he already knows how.
Valentino takes a puff from his cigarette stick, with a roll of his eyes. "Yes..but, I'll break her out of that. You can bet money on that."
Next day:
Angel Dust stood outside the lavish, neon-lit headquarters of The Vees, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. The haze of drugs and alcohol he had used to numb himself was wearing off, and the familiar dread of facing Valentino seeped back in. No matter how much he tried to drown his fear, it always clawed its way back to the surface.
"Come on, Angel," He muttered to himself, glancing at his reflection in the glass doors. "You've got this. Just another day, right? Another day in Hell."
With a sigh, he pushed the doors open and stepped inside, the opulent lobby bathed in a crimson glow. As he made his way towards Valentino's office, he heard a familiar, unpleasant voice echoing down the hallway. But what he saw next stopped him in his tracks.
Valentino, the ever-dominating presence, was acting in a way Angel had never seen before. He was being affectionate. His hands were roaming over Violetta, his new assistant, with a sensuality that was both shocking and unsettling. Violetta giggled, her bell collar jingling as she squirmed under his touch, her sweet little moans filling the air. Valentino whispered something in her ear that made her laugh and click her gilded hooves along the floor.
For a moment, Angel Dust thought he had walked in on a loving couple engaged in foreplay. If he didn't know Valentino better, he would have been convinced.
"Valentino, I'm here," Angel announced, trying to mask the mix of envy and unease in his voice.
Valentino looked up, a smirk curling his lips. "Angel, right on time. Meet Violetta, my new assistant."
Violetta turned, her bright smile and big, sparkly eyes catching Angel off guard. "Hi, Angel Dust! Val's told me so much about you. You're important, you know? I even got you a little gift!"
She scampered off before Angel could respond, leaving him alone with Valentino.
Valentino's expression hardened as soon as the doors closed behind her. "Listen up, Dusty," he snarled, stepping closer and grabbing Angel's first set of arms roughly. "Pastel Nymph over there is watching my work for the first time today, so you better give me A+ material. I need her none the wiser to your bullshit."
Angel Dust nodded meekly, trying to pull his arms free. "Got it, Val."
"And if you ever tell her anything," Valentino continued, his grip tightening painfully, "I'll make your life here worse than it already is. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," Angel Dust replied, holding his arms close as Valentino finally let go. "Val... just... just don't hurt her, okay? She seems really sweet. Don't treat her like me."
Valentino rolled his eyes. "You act like you have it bad here. I gave you everything, including the clothes on your back. I made you who you are today, and you're acting like you didn't want it. Like you weren't begging to sign my contract." Raising a hand as if to smack Angel, but stopping just short, he chuckled darkly instead as he heard Violetta's bell jingling. She was coming back. "Next time you wanna tell me how to treat my workers, you'll be in porn that'll have you in the ICU for weeks."
Angel Dust swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "I understand, Val."
Just then, Violetta re-entered the room, holding a small, beautifully wrapped box. "Here you go, Angel! I hope you like it."
Angel Dust forced a smile, taking the gift from her. "Thanks, Violetta. That's really sweet of you."
Her eyes sparkled with joy. "You're welcome! Val's told me so much about you. I'm really excited to work together."
As Violetta chatted happily, Angel Dust's mind raced. He knew what Valentino was planning, and the thought of Violetta being dragged into this hellish world twisted his stomach. But for now, all he could do was play his part and hope he could protect her from the worst of it.
Valentino watched the interaction with a satisfied smirk, his eyes cold and calculating. "Alright, enough chit-chat. We've got work to do."
With a final glance at Violetta, Angel Dust nodded and followed Valentino, his heart heavy with the weight of the day ahead.
Angel Dust staggered into the Hazbin Hotel, his mind clouded with worry and the lingering effects of the day's events. He made a beeline for the bar, where Husk was already busy cleaning glasses, his usual scowl firmly in place. He wasn't at all waiting for Angel Dust to come home.
Noooo.
Without a word, Husk set down Angel's favorite drink, a strong cocktail that he knew would take the edge off. "You're home early," Husk remarked, raising an eyebrow as he slid the glass over.
Angel Dust took a long sip, savoring the burn. "Yeah, Val was in a weird mood today," He muttered, his voice laced with frustration.
Husk leaned against the bar, crossing his arms. "Weird how? He give you another insane script or something?"
Angel shook his head. "No, actually. The script was fine. It was... easy. That's what's got me freaked out."
Husk's eyes narrowed. "Easy, huh? That doesn't sound like Valentino. What's he up to?"
Angel Dust sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's this new girl, Violetta. She's his new assistant, and he's all over her. Playing nice, giving me breaks, making everything seem... normal."
Husk poured himself a drink, taking a thoughtful sip. "So, what? You jealous of the attention he's giving her?"
"Fuck no!" Angel snapped, though his tone softened quickly. "I'm just worried for her. She's so sweet, she even smells sweet for fuck's sake. Valentino is going to ruin her, and I... I can't let that happen to someone. I don't want her to end up like me."
Husk looked at him skeptically. "So she's sweet. She'll learn fast enough what kind of place she's in. It's Hell, after all."
Angel Dust reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, intricately woven charm. A crochet jumping spider. "Look at this thing she made me. And yes, made me, from her own damn wool!"
Husk took the charm, examining it with a mix of curiosity and surprise. "Damn, that's... actually kind of impressive."
"Yeah, and that's the problem," Angel continued, his voice dropping. "She's so genuine, so nice. She even refused the offer for my old room at the headquarters because she likes cuddling with Valentino and his wings."
Husk's eyes widened. "She said that? That's... not normal."
"Exactly!" Angel exclaimed. "Violetta is too fuckin' honest. She's got no idea what she's dealing with. Valentino's going to chew her up and spit her out, and I can't just stand by and let that happen."
Husk sighed, refilling Angel's glass. "You got a big heart under all that fluff, you know that? But you can't save everyone. Especially in a place like this."
Angel Dust took another long sip, his shoulders slumping. "I know, Husk. But maybe I can save her. Or at least give her a fighting chance."
Husk clinked his glass against Angel's. "Good luck with that, Dusty. You'll need it."
As Angel Dust drank, the weight of his concerns seemed to lift slightly, replaced by a newfound resolve. He would find a way to protect Violetta, no matter what it took. And in the back of his mind, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could make a difference in someone's life, even in a place as damned as Hell.
Valentino's posh bedroom was drenched in opulence, with silken sheets and ornate decorations, the aftermath of last night's vigorous, hot, and lust-filled session evident in the slight disarray. Violetta, the pastel sheep demon, was a bundle of morning energy, her fluffy wool a bit frazzled as she pounced onto Valentino, bouncing happily on the bed.
He groaned slightly, used to her hyperactive morning routine. At least she hadn't used the air horn this time. Valentino fixed his robe and greeted her as she now expected, with a kiss despite his morning breath.
"Morning, sweetness," He mumbled, his voice gravelly.
Violetta giggled, her bell collar jingling as she darted around the kitchen, reading over today's to-do list. "Morning, Val! You're making breakfast? Smells good!"
"Yeah, yeah," Valentino replied, cracking eggs into a pan. "Figured I'd make something to start the day off right."
Violetta glanced at the list, frowning slightly. "Hey, what's with the open slot tonight? I like having a full schedule."
Valentino looked over his shoulder, smirking. "Thought we could use that time to have a night out together. We haven't done that yet."
Violetta's cheeks flushed slightly. "But, Val, you know I'm a bit... sheepish around crowds. Especially the sleazy clubs you like."
Valentino sighed, turning back to the stove. "Yeah, you're annoyingly shy. We need to break that habit of yours." He puffed on his cigarette, the smoke wafting over to the pastel sheep demon.
Violetta's demeanor shifted almost instantly, a hint of friskiness creeping into her movements. She took a deep breath, her cheeks growing warmer. "Val, you know what that does to me," She murmured, half-heartedly trying to focus on the list.
He smirked, setting plates of food on the table. "Exactly. We'll ease you into it. Can't have you all wound up like this all the time." He sat down, watching her with a predatory gaze.
Violetta fidgeted, her wool shifting slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. "What's the plan for tonight then?"
Valentino leaned back, sipping his coffee. "Dinner. You've been working with me for three weeks and haven't gone insane yet. That deserves a celebration."
Violetta moved closer, holding his first set of hands in her small, soft ones. "I'm just really loyal to you is all... don't need to make a huge fuss about it."
Valentino felt a blush creeping up his face, which he quickly masked with a laugh. "Loyalty like that is rare, sweetness. It deserves recognition."
She smiled, her big, sparkly eyes locking onto his. "Well, I appreciate it. Just don't make me dance at those clubs, okay?"
Valentino chuckled, pulling her onto his lap. "We'll see about that. Now, finish your breakfast. We've got a busy day ahead."
Violetta nodded, her wool brushing against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, sir."
As she ate, Valentino watched her, a mix of possessiveness and genuine affection swirling in his mind. He hated having to tone down his usual intensity for her sake, but she drove him crazy in ways he couldn't quite admit. Her curves, her voice, everything about her captivated him, though he'd never say it outright. For now, he'd settle for these small moments, slowly molding her to fit perfectly into his world.
The day stretched ahead, filled with plans and possibilities, but for a brief moment, in the quiet of the morning, Valentino allowed himself to simply enjoy her presence, knowing that the night ahead held its own promises and challenges.
The past few days had been unusually smooth for Angel Dust. Valentino's sudden leniency was a stark contrast to his usual demanding nature, all for the sake of keeping Violetta in the dark. It made Angel Dust uneasy, the calm before the storm.
One afternoon, as Angel was taking a rare moment of respite, Violetta approached him, her big, sparkly eyes filled with curiosity. "Hey, Angel, can I ask you something?"
Angel Dust looked up, his usual bravado tinged with caution. "Sure, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
Violetta fidgeted, her wool shifting slightly. "Valentino really wants me to get into... you know, porn. But I'm so shy. How did you feel about doing it for the first time?"
Angel Dust took a deep breath, his gaze turning serious. "Honestly? It was tough. I didn't really want to do it, but Valentino... he has a way of making you feel like you don't have a choice."
Violetta's face fell slightly. "But Valentino treats me so well. He's protecting me from my father, you know. My father's an Overlord in the Theater District and he's... well, not a good guy."
Angel Dust felt a pang of sympathy but also frustration. "Violetta, listen. Val might seem like he's looking out for you, but he's a toxic narcissist. He's just using you, like he uses everyone else."
Violetta shook her head, her bell collar jingling. "I don't believe that, Angel. You're just jealous because he's focusing on me more now."
Angel's eyes narrowed, anger flaring. "Jealous? You think I'm jealous of that? Do you know what he's put me through? The things he's made me do? He's not the knight in shining armor you think he is."
Their conversation was abruptly cut short as Valentino entered the room, his eyes immediately assessing the tension. "Angel, it's time for your scene," he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Angel Dust stood, his body tense, shooting a final, frustrated look at Violetta. "Think about what I said, Violetta."
Valentino's eyes flicked between them, suspicion in his gaze. "Everything alright in here?"
Violetta quickly plastered on a smile, though her eyes were still uneasy. "Yeah, Val. Everything's fine."
Valentino wasn't entirely convinced, but he let it go for now. "Good. Come on, Angel. Let's get this over with."
As they walked away, Angel Dust felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had tried to warn Violetta, but her blind adoration for Valentino clouded her judgment. He couldn't blame her; Valentino was a master manipulator. But it made him all the more determined to find a way to protect her from the inevitable downfall.
In the meantime, he had to focus on surviving another day under Valentino's thumb, hoping that eventually, Violetta would see the truth for herself. As they approached the set, Angel Dust steeled himself, ready to endure whatever came next, all while keeping an eye on Violetta, praying she wouldn't become another broken soul in Valentino's collection.