AN: Hey all! So this is probably going to bite me in the butt later, but since I haven't gotten many updates from the fanfics I've been following, I'm inclined to post more of mine. So this week I will be posting a few more chapters then usual!That's right you'll be getting chapter 50 soon. Anyways, as always enjoy!

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It had been a few days since the disastrous stroll through the doomsday district and Ellen noticed her husband had been extra vigilant reading the paper. He was looking for something, waiting to see if something was mentioned no doubt, but what he was looking for she didn't know. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but he didn't seem to be on edge.

"Still nothing?"

He looked up from the paper. "Hmm?"

She gestured to him sitting in one of the parlor chairs, a leg crossed his lap. "You're waiting to see if someone mentioned something about something. I take it, whatever you're looking for is still not in the papers yet."

He raised an amused eyebrow. "Something about something? What an extensive vocabulary you have my dear."

She rolled her eyes. "You undermeant what I stood."

"Excuse me?"

"You undermeant what - Oh." Her smile slipped. It was an inside joke she held with her friends. "Nevermind." She forced a smile sitting back in her chair, her eyes moving to the floor as she took a sip from her tea.

Alastor continued to eye her and she tried really hard not to meet his gaze but she wasn't that strong. By the time she finally looked he had put the paper down sipping his coffee in his 'Oh Deer.' mug.

"Care to explain?"

"It's just a silly thing my friends and I say. An inside joke kinda."

He hummed in thought taking another slow sip. "Undermeant what you stood. A funny little saying isn't it?"

A shy smile crossed her face. "Yeah, my friend said it accidentally once and it just never died, it became our thing. I guess you're in on it too now."

"Interesting." He pulled the paper back up and returned to his reading.

Ellen pulled her feet up sitting on them enjoying the silence with her cup of tea. At least it was silent for a little bit, Alastor had flipped a radio on somewhere and she smiled behind her tea cup. He still listened to Jazz, but recently she found he was playing more electro-swing or at least in her company he was. It was a nice compromise. Her smile grew watching as he started tapping his foot.

It seemed silly, but she was really enjoying these little quiet moments. She normally didn't like having nothing to do, her mind turning to worrying thoughts or insecurities, but she found watching Alastor was enough to keep her thoughts in a good place. She let out a satisfied sigh.

When he was finished with the paper he placed it beside him, a displeased hum sounding over the music.

"Come my dear, we have a certain stop to make. The sooner it's done the better," he grumbled, getting to his feet.

Ellen laughed, putting her tea cup down. "Okay so where are we going that you absolutely detest? We don't have to go if you don't want to."

"It's not a want my dear, it's something that must be done."

She pushed to her feet, her smile starting to slip. "Where are we going?"

"Off to see the Vees or at least what's left of them."

Her smile was gone, looking at him like he was mad. "What's left? Why are we going to see them?"

"I made a contract with them, they need to see you."

"Me?!" Her eyes widened and she started shaking her head. The last time she saw them wasn't a super great experience and they had no idea who she was, at least not entirely. Now they would be seeing her for real, she wouldn't be able to hide from them. And knowing Vox he would quickly let all of Hell know. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Can't be avoided."

Ellen gave him a suspicious look but didn't push, extending her arm out. Was this what he was looking for in the paper? Seeing if the Vees knew of her?

"It's going to be a social visit, right? No bloodshed or battles?"

He didn't respond, linking her arm with his and the two sank into shadow.

The two appeared in Vox's office, just outside of his door. Alastor took his cane and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

He held the door open for her and she walked in feeling nervous. He wouldn't recognize her, not like this, but she was still a bit wary of him.

"I ask that you summon your colleague, I don't wish to make a second trip."

Vox looked up, eyes narrowed at the Radio Demon. "I'm surprised you know how to use a door, Alastor. What do you want?"

Alastor simply gestured to Ellen. "I would like to introduce you to my lovely wife. Though you've met before."

Vox's gaze shifted over to her and his eyes widened. "She's the mortal? So there is one in Hell."

Alastor tucked his arms behind him. "Indeed."

Vox stood slowly looking her up and down. "Not exactly how I remember you miss…"

"Just Ellen is fine."

His eyes light up hearing her voice. He recognized it. "Well I'll be damned." He turned to Alastor. "You married the weakest thing in Hell for your soul? Why haven't you just killed her off already?"

His lids dropped to be half lidded, his smile tightening. "As I said the last time I was here. She holds an importance to some of my future plans."

Vox's hand waved between the two. "So this ain't a relationship thing? There's a binding contract if I remember correctly."

Ellen turned to look at Alastor unsure of what he wanted to divulge. She was probably going to be silent for most of this visit.

"That business is my own."

Vox smiled. "Ellen dear, tell me, is this a relationship thing?"

He set her up, she should have known. She turned to face him, her eyes pulled in from the spiral in his left eye.

"It didn't start that way, but yes."

Alastor turned to give her a glare but quickly turned to the other overlord.

"Vox…"

He laughed. "You can't hurt me unless I hurt her and pulling a bit of info from her isn't causing any harm."

He moved, pulling Ellen to him, her face pulled from Vox's gaze and into his chest.

"Sorry."

He ignored her.

"I don't intend on being here long, could you get Valentino so we can wrap this up?"

"Val's in the middle of filming, he'll be a bit. Here." He waved to the chair in front of his desk. "Take a seat."

Ellen looked up at Alastor and he waved for her to go. She took the seat and Alastor summoned one of his own sitting close beside her. Vox stared at her with an amused look on his face. She tried not to make eye contact.

"So you're the little doe I let go, huh?"

That got her to look. Ellen narrowed her eyes at Vox. "You're only here cause I let you live Vox. We both know I could have killed you in that stairwell no problem. Wipe that fucking grin off your face."

"Oh yes, I remember that overconfident pomposity." He turned to Alastor. "You really put up with that?"

Ellen leaned back. "I'm sorry, what was it that I said that got you all riled up last time? Oh yeah." She leaned forward her hand resting under her chin in a fist as she tilted it to the side, her grin turning devious.

"You're just Alastor's number one -" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Vox launched himself over his desk at her. He didn't make it. Alastor caught him mid air, throwing him back into his seat.

"Ellen…" He warned lightly. "We are guests, mind your tongue." The look he gave her let her know he quite enjoyed what she did. But she would play nice moving forward. She had made her point. If he was going to fuck with her, she would bite back. She stuck her tongue out at the tv demon, arms crossed, slouching into her chair. It was a bit childish, but she didn't care.

Alastor gave her a sideways glare, his foot nudging hers. She sat up a little straighter. Alastor cared. Gotta keep up appearances. She resisted an eye roll and sat properly.

There was a moment of silence as Vox recomposed himself.

The door behind them opened and a female fox with barely enough fabric to cover her parts strutted in with a tray containing teacups and a pot of tea. Both Alastor and Ellen turned away, avoiding the new guest in the room. Ellen's eyes narrowed a bit as she watched the fox bending very low and provocatively in front of Alastor, her tail almost hitting him in the face as she placed the teapot and cups onto Vox's desk. As she turned to leave she blew a kiss to Vox and after catching Ellen watching with an unpleasant glare, her smile pulled higher winking as she ran a hand over Alastor's shoulder as she passed him.

Ellen didn't think she was the jealous type, she knew for certain Alastor had zero interest, in fact, the act had made him uncomfortable and that pissed her off even more. Vox knew exactly how to push Alastor's buttons. Maybe she had been spending too much time with Alastor because she really wanted to rip that fox's hand off and shove it down her throat. She wouldn't but it was a thought she sat with for a bit.

Vox watched both of their reactions laughing to himself. "You guys are quite a pair." He started pouring the tea in all three cups and slid them across the table to his guests. Alastor leaned forward taking the cup Vox had poured for himself and traded it with the one he gave Ellen.

"Oh come on Alastor you don't think I poisoned it or some shit? It's all coming from the same teapot."

Ellen had only fallen into the same trap with her talk with Lilith. She had uttered almost the same thing, enough to let her to put her guard down. Just because you watched someone else drink didn't mean it wasn't tampered with, you still didn't know what it was. Would a truth serum be beneficial here though? Probably not. A good plan in theory but if Vox had some, he too would be open to revealing his secrets, not something he would do even if it was to get information from Alastor. No, it was probably just simple tea. What had Hell done to her? She was second guessing everything offered to her?

"I wouldn't put it past you."

Vox rolled his eyes. "If I caused her any harm, you'd kill me, it'd be stupid."

"As I said, I wouldn't put it past you."

Vox rolled his eyes and grabbed his cup of tea, taking a careful sip.

Ellen watched with intrigue. How did he drink it without it messing up the screen? Some things just didn't seem to make sense about all these different sinner forms. The last time she saw Vox she had cracked a part of his screen. Did he just get a new one? Did it get replaced? That thought seemed a little horrifying. Was that equivalent to getting his face replaced or was that something he could simply heal from? Did he have wires and circuits behind the screen or was there flesh behind it?

She shook her thoughts, grabbing her own cup of tea and taking a small sip. It was bitter and with no sugar or cream to add she would only finish it only to be polite and that would probably take her a while. Alastor would like it, she had noticed that he preferred coffee. The same way her dad liked it, black. She smiled. She hated coffee, but she loved the smell. A small reminder of her dad. And though if asked she would deny it to the moon and back, she knew she was a daddy's girl. She turned to watch Alastor.

He took the longest to take a sip, but after a quick sniff he relented. There was a small pleased hum, before he took a second sip, giving Vox a stiff nod of approval.

The two overlords started up a discussion on territories and other acquaintances, simple small talk, but she tuned out slowly nursing her cup of tea. The two men seemed to be enjoying it and to her surprise they also seemed to be enjoying each other's company. She wasn't too sure what their history was, but it clearly hadn't ended too horrible. The two still seemed to be able to converse cordially. Whether it was because they had to or not she didn't know but at least there wasn't any bloodshed. The two had started on a second cup.

By the time Valentino finally showed up the two were on their third cup of tea, while she had finally finished her first. Well most of it anyway.

"Who's this?"

Alastor quickly stood turning to face Valentino. He helped Ellen to her feet, hand resting on her shoulders.

"This is my missus."

He took a drag from his cigar taking another look at her. "She still has a nice ass."

Alastor glared.

She couldn't see the look Valentino gave Vox but his response was a stiff nod.

"Alastor could I steal you away for a second, there's something about the contract I would like some further clarification on."

Ellen turned and watched as Alastor took his seat across the desk from Vox, his hand waving the contract up to the desk.

Valentino leaned down to her. "Well little Chiquita, aren't you just adorable. I have a lot of clients that would love to play with a little thing like you."

She shook her head. "Yeah that's not happening."

He grabbed her face pulling it close to his. "Your weak little will would be easy to persuade." He blew a puff of pink smoke into her face and she choked, trying not to inhale any.

She wished she could say he was wrong, that she had unwavering willpower, but as the smoke burned the back of her throat and nose she felt herself relax, her mind a bit fuzzy.

Valentino let go of her face, a wicked grin plastered on his. "Tell daddy what you want, and if you're good I'll reward you."

Her head felt like it was swimming in fog, relaxed and unfiltered. She was always good, but she'd get rewarded for it? What a pleasant thought. It made her insides shudder in delight. Her whole body felt like it was tingling, even the slightest touch would send a shock wave of pleasure through her nerves.

"I want to be touched."

Val moved around beside her, head over her shoulder whispering into her ear.

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

Valentino chuckled. "You'll have to be a bit more specific."

"VAL! Get away from her."

Alastor had already turned tentacles out, but they never made it, hovering a few feet away from their intended target. Refusing to strike with the intent to kill.

Ellen's head shot up. Her eyes shone as she took in Alastor. She smiled a bit dazed but couldn't help herself. Tall, confident, powerful and a complete gentleman. She was in love with this man and everything about him. Even his darker side had her insides twisting. His possessiveness, his maniacal laugh, and sharp witted tongue. Not afraid to do what needed to be done to get what he wanted. He was a tall glass of water and she was a thirsty ass bitch.

"God you're so hot."

A bit of feedback filled the room and the other two overlords laughed at his discomfort.

Alastor waved Ellen to him, and she practically skipped over. He gave her a quick look up and down but couldn't find anything out of place. He knew better. Valentino did this.

"I'll be taking my leave. We've stayed long enough." He turned to find Ellen had moved her way back across the room, sitting in Valentinos lap. His smile tightened, eyes narrowing.

"It seems she wants to stay for a bit, isn't that right little Chiquita?"

Ellen nodded as she watched the pink smoke billowing around her. It smelled nice and fruity. Not at all like she thought it would be. Her head felt like cotton candy, thick, fluffy and sickly sweet.

"Valentino." He barely got his name out through clenched teeth.

"I'm not causing any harm. Besides, since taking Angel I've been looking for a replacement, and I can't imagine what people would pay to fuck a mortal. She's got the looks and the body for it." Valentino booped Ellen's nose and she giggled in response.

Alastor's eye fell to slits as he felt his blood pressure rise. "Let. Her. Go."

He chuckled, lifting his hands. "I'm not holding her down Alastor, she's here because she wants to be."

He moved across the room grabbing Ellen by the wrist and wrenching her off of the moth demon's lap with such force she stumbled a bit.

"Are we going somewhere more private?" She whispered up to him. "I still have those safe words." She had now wrapped herself around his arm.

He resisted the urge to push her off, he didn't need her running off back to the moth demon. He also didn't need her trying to climb him.

"Hey Alastor. You know you're going to end up killing her right?"

He turned to glare at Vox, keeping a tight grip on Ellen's wrist. Vox took the tea pot and poured it out on the desk, the liquid a bright pink.

"Velevtte managed to make a love potion, though she was just finishing up something a little stronger. Hasn't been tested really, though in theory it would be equivalent to being in heat, specially made for those unfortunate enough to be in a non animal form."

When the pot was empty he placed it back on his desk folding his arm behind him, a shit eating grin pulled across his screen.

Alastor clenched his jaw, his anger building, eye twitching. He may have unintentionally tightened his grip on Ellen's wrist, a small gasp escaping her.

"Now one cup is more than enough for an evening of…fun, but if I'm not mistaken, you've had three. Not to mention your little weakness there had one and lord knows how that's going to play out."

Valentino stood from his seat, arms crossed watching, another smug look.

"I'd say enjoy your evening, but we all know you won't, and while no one knows what you're like in bed, I think it's safe to guess by the time you're done with her, she'll be nothing more than a mangled sack of flesh."

Valentino laughed as he turned and left, leaving Alastor to stare down Vox.

He didn't think Vox was this smart. None of this went against the contract. No harm was coming to Ellen which meant he couldn't do anything to them. This was something he had never thought about. He would have to go back through his contract, if those two could find a loophole, he could no doubt find one of his own, and if he was fortunate he would have the pleasure of ripping them to pieces.

"You've had your fun, Vox. Hand over the antidote." He held his hand out waiting for the other overlord to move.

"That's the best part. There isn't one." He laughed watching the Radio Demon shift uncomfortably.

There was a moment of silence as the two just stared at each other. Alastor with a look of pure unbridled anger and Vox still sporting his shit eating grin.

"Well played."

"This is for Velvette, fucker."

Vox flipped him off before slipping into the tv behind him, leaving Alastor alone with his wife.

He didn't know much about love potions, it was not something he had ever cared about. If it was indeed like being in heat, he didn't want to think what the rest of the day would entail. His cheeks heated. He wasn't sure what this would do to Ellen, could one die from such a thing? Surely if it was capable of that, he would have been able to kill the two overlords, but he couldn't. He would just have to deal with his wife who was currently trying to press herself against him, trying to elicit a certain reaction from him. One of a more carnal intent.

"Fuck."

He sunk the two into shadow back to her room at the hotel.

AN: Just a little poll, Do we like the chapter title or should I go back to just the numbers?