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Chapter 58: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Demons Often Go Awry
Taylor leaned against the doorway of the medical side room in the Carmine mansion, trying and failing to not look aghast at the extent of the bruising that the bandages hid along Carmilla's torso. Injuries they were responsible for. The ballerina demoness noted their roving expression and she smiled.
"I promise, Cariño, it looks worse than it feels." She said, trying to reassure them before flinching slightly when Odette lightly dabbed a cotton ball on her back.
Taylor had gotten a request by Clara to stop by before the Overlord meeting, and they had brought another vial of the same healing potion they'd given Angel Dust with them.
"I wish you weren't so stubborn, Mother. The meeting could have waited until you were fully recovered." Odette huffed lightly as she continued to apply the medication.
"No, waiting will only worsen the situation." Carmilla said gravely, holding her head with one hand. "I thought I had the advantage, what with the Dealbreaker Demon battle-worn and weary, but I misjudged their resourcefulness and paid the price for my hubris. The whole time they were toying with me, learning my fighting style on the fly. If not for the intervention of my subordinate, I fear that I would have failed you as a mother."
"Don't say that!" Clara gasped as she got close and grasped her mother's hand. "You go above and beyond to keep us safe! You think it's your job to shoulder all the burdens, but let us prove ourselves by having us help!"
Odette finished securing her bandages before stoppering the vial.
"Clara's right, Mother." She agreed to her sister's sentiment. "Just as you'll do whatever it takes for us, we would do anything for you. Whether that be keeping you safe…" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "… to any secrets."
The trio shared a wary glance over to Taylor, but their trepidation was unwarranted. The fire demon's mind was elsewhere, a silent rage visible in their eyes as they wrestled with their own internal conflict. All they wanted to do was scream that the Carmines had nothing to worry about, that they'd wouldn't dream of depowering Carmilla, that they'd only acted in self-defense, and they only broke the minimal number of contracts to try and patch themselves up that night. But between their mark searing a harsh warning into their back and their tongue feeling like lead, all they could do was grit their teeth and clench their claws into their arms in frustration. Realizing the conversation had stalled, Taylor's hardened expression softened when they looked back toward the Carmine clan with fondness.
A small smile appeared as Carmilla's heart swelled at her daughters' devotion and Taylor's unspoken concern for her wellbeing.
"As much as it scares me, you may be right." Carmilla caved as Clara helped her put her top back on and button it up. Standing up carefully, she addressed the younger demons before her with a determined look. "Strength in numbers is what these times call for. We watch each other's backs and make sure we're all safe."
Clara nodded and put her arm in front of her excitedly.
"Aww yeah! That Dealbreaker douchebag won't be able to handle four Carmines!"
Carmilla chuckled at Clara's enthusiasm and added her hand atop her daughter's before looked expectantly over at the last member of their group.
"Four?" Taylor uttered questioningly, a bit surprised.
Odette adjusted her glasses with a smirk and placed her hand over her mother's. She glanced at the fire demon at the doorway, her other hand on her hip.
"You know you're one of us now, right?"
"One of us! One of us! One of us!" Clara chanted eagerly, beckoning them over.
"Clara, suficiente." Carmilla scolded as Taylor hesitated, but her youngest continued her chanting undeterred. Odette gave an exasperated sigh.
"Just get over here. She's not going to stop until you do." She urged with a roll of her eyes toward her sister.
As Taylor pushed off the wall and made their way to the demonesses, a bolt of happiness and apprehension swirled in their chest. It felt nice that the Carmines were so endeared to them, and they put on a warm smile as they added their hand to the pile. They masked their guilt and unease with an enthusiastic cheer as Clara proclaimed that they were going to make the Dealbreaker Demon sorry they messed with their mother.
'Out of the frying pan and into the fire. God, I really am screwed, aren't I?'
-x-
"Let's dispense with the pleasantries and get right down to business." Carmilla said matter-of-factly, standing in front of the convened Overlords. "It is with misplaced faith that I believed we could set aside our petty grudges and work in unison to dispose of a common threat. But instead, individual searches were led; no doubt to try and secure this Sinner under contract and gain an advantage over the rest of us. Such behavior has put the title of Overlord into disrepute in the eyes of the public."
There was a moment's silence as the demons around the table exchanged unabashed shrugs, widened grins, or stoic looks, unsurprised by the actions taken.
"But under this fragmented front, the Dealbreaker Demon has flourished and as we saw, some of our own were targeted." Carmilla continued, her voice serious. "Velvette, how are your colleagues faring?"
The fashion Overlord didn't bother to look up from her phone.
"Oh, those twats are fine. Working on public relations for now while they lick their wounds. They'll be up and cracking on before long." She said dismissively.
"Good to hear. Now then—" Carmilla was cut off as Velvette interrupted her.
"Before you go on and bore us to tears with your yammering, the boys and I got something to help with the 'disrepute' among our followers, as it were." Velvette teased, fanning out several purple envelopes in her hand. Expertly tossing them across the long table, an envelope slid to a stop in front of each Overlord.
"In a few weeks time, VoxTek will be ready to release the Angelic Security line to the public, and we'll be holding a pre-launch gala at the V Tower for you all to get first picks at the goods. Feel free to bring any interested parties, food and drink will be on us. This'll be a great opportunity to strike new deals or alliances and minimize the hit the twice yearly Extermination schedule will incur. Anyone who's anyone will be there." She finished with a smug grin.
There was light chatter around the table as Taylor inspected the envelope. Feeling a sense of suspicion, they briefly glanced over to Alastor. He had a dark glint in his eyes, as if he were already formulating ways to ruffle a few feathers and make things interesting for him during the party.
'Strange that Vox would bother inviting Alastor at all. I guess it's a case of keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. Or he assumed Alastor would crash the party out of spite for being snubbed.' Taylor mused before Carmilla cleared her throat.
"Thank you, Velvette." Carmilla continued, her tone neutral. "The mention of alliances segues into my proposal. What we learned from the latest Dealbreaker Demon attack is they are powerful enough to take on one Overlord at a time. If we join together, we can squash this menace before they become too powerful for us all. I believe it judicious that we take the fight to them instead of being caught unawares."
"Yeah!" Zeezi cheered as she raised her fist enthusiastically. "Let's go fuck their shit up. See how they like it!" The dinosaur Overlord grinned wickedly. "And I think I have just the place to do it!"
For the rest of the meeting, Taylor kept up a composed expression, but they furtively hung on to every word as a plan was formulated before them.
- x -
Taylor waited a few days to break the news to Antonio. Sequestered in the very back of Melanie's club in a secluded area, they'd hoped telling him in a semi-private setting would temper his response, but he was flabbergasted all the same.
"Are you nuts? You know it's a trap, and you're still going to fall for it?" The German Shepard demon nearly shouted incredulously.
"Keep it down, will ya?" They hissed. "More like I'm willingly walking into it. But I don't really see an alternative, Antonio. It'll be awfully convenient if you-know-who doesn't make an appearance." Taylor groaned, the start of a headache brewing when they thought about it too hard. "Plus Overlord Taylor is going to be there, since I'm paired off with Zeezi for this ploy. I can't not show up, it'll bring too much unneeded attention on us."
Taylor sighed heavily as they swirled their drink, watching the ice and liquid twirl around in the glass. Gazing out into the club, they smiled as the venue was bustling. Word had spread that Angel Dust was performing, and along with the popularity with succubi and incubi that visited from the Lust Ring (something about the club reminding them of home), Melanie had her hands full. Taylor hung around tonight to offer support and to keep an eye out for trouble.
"So what do you plan to do? Fight yourself? Break your own contracts?" Antonio leaned in close and continued in a hushed tone. "'Cause last I checked, you don't exactly have a lot of those, remember?"
"I know, I know! Just calm down, I'll figure something out." Taylor assured, tossing back the last of their drink in exasperation.
Antonio's rant died as his ears caught something and he clammed up, trying to listen carefully. When he angrily bared his teeth, Taylor grew worried.
"What is it?"
"Not sure." Antonio replied, his ears swiveling to hone in on the issue. "Sounds kinda like Melanie. Maybe Angel Dust? Haven't been around the guy enough to know for sure yet."
Taylor got up from the booth, not liking what they heard.
"I'm gonna go check on it. You go get security, just in case." Taylor ordered before they moved through the crowd, the bickering voices getting louder as they got closer to the source.
"Sir, as I already told you, he already has a job." Melanie's soft, but forceful voice snapped. "If you don't stop bothering the performers, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh come now, perrita." Valentino's smooth voice cooed. "It was just a friendly chat, right Angel Cakes?"
Taylor finally pushed their way through the crowd to spot Melanie bravely standing firm between a nervous Angel Dust and domineering Valentino. Taylor bristled at how the moth demon's mere presence made their friend shrink away.
"Well, well, if it isn't Valentino." They greeted, schooling their ire into placidity. "How have you been these days?"
Valentino turned, a forced smile on his face as he recognized them.
"Taylor… I'm well, thanks. You here to check out the place?"
"Oh no, I'm the co-owner of this reputable establishment."
"Huh, that so?" He said nonchalantly. "I suppose this is in your neck of the woods, isn't it?" He said indifferently before turning his attention back to Angel Dust. "I'm here to pick up what's mine."
Before he could speak to the spider demon, Taylor replied.
"Really? I wasn't aware you'd been here before. The Lost and Found box is up near the bar." Taylor offered with a smirk.
Valentino found the quip less than amusing. He feigned not to have heard, grinding his teeth through his smile as he addressed Angel Dust.
"Amorcito, come home, it's just not the same without you. Daddy misses you~." He said in an honeyed apologetic tone.
Taylor watched Angel Dust carefully. The two had agreed to allow him to try and stand up to Valentino on his own before Taylor would intervene. Angel took a breath to calm his frayed nerves before he squared his shoulders.
"Y-you see, Val… the thing is…" he stammered, trying to get the words out. "I'm not coming back. Ever."
The words caused the Valentino's eye to twitch involuntarily as he fought to control his rage.
"Oh Angel, baby, you've gone and upset Daddy." He replied, sending Angel Dust into a visible panic. "You think you can leave just like that? You belong to me, remember? I own you." He chuckled darkly, his cerise eyes glaring at the spider demon with psychotic possessiveness.
Angel began to hyperventilate and he rubbed his neck, as if he felt the chains that once bound him again. Melanie shot Taylor a pleading look as she gently moved him back and away from Valentino. Seeing the retreat, the moth demon shoved Melanie aside roughly before reaching out to grab Angel Dust by the shoulder and say in a threatening half-whisper.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Angel froze at the harsh contact, memories of his past flashing in front of him as his hands trembled. He snapped out of his distressing episode when Val's hand was suddenly wrenched from him and he looked down. He was shocked to see that Valentino's wrist was firmly in Taylor's hold, a look of sheer wrath and indignation on the moth demon's face. The fire demon had extended a flaming tendril to their side, catching Melanie before she could crash face-first onto the floor.
Without looking at him, Taylor swatted Valentino's hand away forcefully, with the moth demon stumbling backwards and hitting a table behind him with a thud and the crash of glass. The noise in the club all but ceased as everyone turned their heads to watch the two Overlords size each other up.
"Are you alright, Mels?" Taylor asked, carefully helping her back onto her feet. The dog demoness panted slightly before nodding. "Good. Now if you could take Angel to the back and stay with him, that'd be great."
"Taylor?" Melanie asked with a worried glance toward Valentino.
"I got this. This won't take long." They assured before turning to fix Valentino with a cold stare. Melanie nodded and put her arms around a still bewildered Angel Dust and led him away.
Valentino had quickly recovered, pretending nothing happened as he stood and lit a cigarette. Taking an long drag, he brazenly ogled the retreating demons.
"You know, at second glance, the perrita is pretty hot. A dancer once upon a time, I have an eye for these things. Wonder if she's as flexible in the sack…" he mused aloud with a lecherous smirk.
"She's one of mine." Taylor said in a clipped tone, ending any more vile discourse.
"Sheesh, settle down amigo." Valentino chuckled, waving the hand that held the cigarette. "I didn't know, my bad. It's a shame really. There's so many here with potential that's being wasted. It's almost criminal. Consensual pleasure." He spat distastefully. "Where's the thrill, the excitement in that? This place will go under by the next Extermination, if you ask me."
"If you don't like it, leave." Taylor said, disregarding Valentino's comments. "And as for Angel Dust, he's mine as well."
Valentino's head snapped at attention. "Excuse me?"
"He's struck a bog-standard deal with me: his soul in exchange for my protection. In short, I own him." They announced, the words tasting bitter on their tongue but they refused to let their distaste show.
"What?!" He uttered, his expression twisting from false charm to petulant in a blink of an eye.
Taylor tilted their head to the side, tapping their finger to their chin in contemplation.
"How else can I say it? He's under new management, he's exploring other options, his afterlife is going in another direction, he's accepted a better opportunity. Take your pick, I got more." They listed off, all while observing Valentino's lip curl back, a quiet growl rising up from somewhere deep in his chest.
"You ungrateful bastard!" He seethed. "I'm the reason you're even an Overlord! You owe me big time!"
Taylor scoffed, rolling their eyes.
"I asked Vox for 'no' votes, and you distinctly voted the other way. Not my fault you can't follow directions. I don't owe you shit."
Valentino's simmering rage boiled over and he charged forward to throttle Taylor. Sensing the attack from a mile away, they seamlessly sidestepped and put their foot out, tripping the pimp moth, resulting in his face colliding with the bar counter. Some in the crowd flinched and muttered.
"Oooh…"
"That's gotta hurt."
Gripping the table, he pulled himself up and felt his face. He was incensed when his hand came back red, as he had split his lip and it bled heavily, staining his shirt front.
"Strike three, Valentino. That's a lifetime ban. Get the fuck out." He heard Taylor say behind him, seemingly unfazed by his attempted assault.
He glanced around, noting the looks of disdain and derision from the crowd, and the wave of humiliation made his blood boil anew. Whipping around, his eyes flashed cerise with fury.
"Do you have any idea who you're fucking with here, tu hijo de puta? I swear… first chance I get, I will get you back for this. I'll take you out, your fucking staff, and any of your familia I can find. I—"
Red flooded Taylor's vision as they closed the distance in a flash and seized the moth by the fur on his neck, slamming him back against the counter. They could handle being insulted and attacked, it was nothing new in Hell, but having the nerve to make threats against their loved ones was an offense they couldn't allow to go unaddressed.
"I've heard that moths are drawn to fire, lethally so even! Shall we test that theory?" Taylor fumed, cranking up the heat around them to near unbearable levels.
Valentino masked his surprise and rising unease by slipping into his suave facade quicker than a snap of one's fingers. His mouth turned up into a smug grin before he gave a daring snicker.
"Ooh, did I strike a nerve? Good to know~" he teased, grasping Taylor's wrists to push the seething fire demon off him, but their hold was unyielding.
"Your brain must still be rattled, so I'll put this as monosyllabic as possible: I don't much care for you or what you do." Taylor spat, tugging the neck fur harder. They couldn't help but feel a smidge of satisfaction as Valentino winced as the heat radiating off them was suffocating and the edge of the table dug painfully into his back.
"If I so much as catch a whiff of your cheap-ass cologne near Angel Dust or any other souls I have under my employ…" Valentino was nearly pulled over the counter at this point. Their faces were inches apart as Taylor snarled their next words. "Make no mistake, I'll send you home one last time in a matchbox. Am I clear?"
Valentino gulped as he saw a gleam nothing short of psychopathic in the fire demon's eyes. Realizing why the Radio Demon took an interest in them, he nodded and raised his lower hands in surrender. In their peripheral vision, Taylor could discern a slight tremble.
"Crystal! Holy fuck!"
Taylor's blazing eyes remained fixed on Valentino's, daring him to try anything, before running footsteps approached.
"Boss? You okay? Antonio said there was trouble: what's going on?" Taylor recognized the voice of one of the club bouncers, a towering ox demon built like a brick house that had come to them from Zeezi's network. Turning, he was joined by a Hellhound, a hulking fish demoness, and a muscular leopard demon.
"Sedge, right on cue." Taylor said amicably, releasing their hold as the temperature dropped to normal. Taking a second to adjust their clothes and hair, they pointed to the moth demon. "Please escort Mister Valentino off the premises… he won't be welcomed back."
Giving a rumbling growl, the group nodded and trudged forward as a unit, but Valentino beat them to it. Giving Taylor a final sneer, he turned around and made his way out of the club, head held high to maintain what little dignity he had left. The bouncers followed him out to ensure he departed, and Taylor's glow slowly faded until they were fully back to their normal state.
Making their way to the bar, they apologized to the bartender for the mess before grabbing a couple of small glasses and a bottle of liquor. Antonio joined them as they went back to the performer dressing rooms. There, they found Melanie waiting outside.
"How is he?" Taylor asked.
"He's hiding it behind a grin and bravado, but I can tell he's beating himself up over losing his nerve." She replied, her concern evident.
"I'll talk to him. You take it easy too, it's no small feat to stand up to an Overlord, Mels."
"Nah, that part was easy. I do it every day with you, after all." She teased with a playful wink.
"Ooh, touché." They remarked with a grin.
The trio shared a soft laugh before Antonio and Melanie left them to it and Taylor went into the dressing room. Inside, they found a dispirited-looking spider demon sitting at a vanity.
"You feeling okay, Angel?" Taylor asked, setting down the glasses.
The spider demon glanced up morosely.
"Yeah, betta' now." He shrugged. "If that fuck wad is gone, I'll head back out."
"Hey, hey, slow down there." Taylor said, holding up a hand. "Let's take a sec to relax. You've been through a lot, and it's not easy to face your tormentor and still keep it together. Believe me, I…" they paused, stiffening for a moment as they fought against their restrictions. With a shake of their head, they continued. "…have an idea what it's like, and you did better than most, I'd say."
Angel Dust's expression turned somber. "Sure." He murmured, his shoulders slumping slightly.
Taylor reached out and placed a hand on his arm comfortingly.
"It's okay, Angel. These things take time. We'll surround you with support as you build your confidence. Charlie at the hotel and us over here, together we'll take of you." They filled the glasses with the amber liquid before handing one to Angel. Taking their own glass, they held it aloft, a slightly sadistic twinkle in their eye. "And when you do finally tell that fucker Valentino what for, well, I hope I'm there to see it. It'll be glorious, I just know it."
Angel chuckled at the prospect and Taylor's belief in him, a familiar warmth in his heart washing away the cloud of negativity. Wrapping two arms around their shoulders, he grinned widely. "Only if it goes both ways, Fuoco. I know, I know, you can't talk about it." He shot back before their default response could be uttered. "Whenever that sicko has the balls to show their ugly mug, I want to watch when you pay them back in spades for the shit they put you through too."
He had expected an outright denial or a kind smile and laugh to deflect, but not the pensive hmm that followed. After a few seconds, they clinked their glass to his.
"I'll drink to that." They answered, tossing back the liquor.
"Fuck yeah!" Angel Dust beamed, downing his drink and slamming down the glass.
- x -
Having been given the night off, Angel Dust and Taylor made their way back to the hotel, bantering back and forth as they entered the lobby. Before they could amble to the bar space to greet Husk, a storm cloud furiously made a beeline to the duo.
"What the fuck, Angel?!" Vaggie exclaimed, her frustration palpable in her tone as she waved what looked like cloth wrapped around a bundle of sticks in her hand. "How many times do we have to tell you to lock up before you leave? Your dumb pet's been running loose all day and he ate the flowers I got Charlie for our date tonight!"
"Fat Nuggets?!" Angel Dust gasped, ignoring Vaggie entirely. "Where are ya, Nugs? Fuoco, help me look for him!" He called out frantically, taking a few steps around the lobby to locate his companion.
"Over here, Legs." Husk replied calmly, reaching down behind the bar for a moment before lifting up the demon piglet, safe and sound. "Al was looking at him the way I look at a plate of bacon, so I brought him here and kept tabs on the little guy."
"Nuggsy!" Angel cried in relief. He ran over and cuddled the pig to his chest with his top set of arms. "There you are! Daddy told you to not sneak out, didn't he? I hear you've been a naughty boy, haven't you? Haven't you?" He sing-songed lovingly. "Thanks, Husky, yer a real pal!" Angel said with a genuine smile toward the grumpy bartender.
"Yeah… don't mention it." Husk muttered, trying to sound annoyed but there was the barest hint of a grin as he turned away to grab an already pristine glass to clean.
"Angel, what are you going to do about this? You have to start taking responsibility for your pet's actions!" Vaggie demanded, her patience waning.
"All right, all right, don't get your non-existent tits in a bind! I'll buy you some new ones tomorrow!" Angel retorted, his aggravation growing.
"No, you'll do it tonight! I—" Vaggie started, but was interrupted by a sudden question.
"What were they?" Taylor asked, pulling out their phone.
"What?"
"The flowers. What were they?"
"Roses. But don't try to help weasel him out of trouble." She said tensely.
"I'm not. Color?"
Vaggie wasn't sure why Taylor was asking, but the earnest look they gave her tempered her anger some.
"Red. What are you—" Vaggie inquired when Taylor handed their phone to her.
"Hold this, please." They requested simply. Taking the phone, she held it out as the fire demon scrutinized the image for a moment longer.
Raising their palm up, tongues of yellow flames came forth, twisting and jumping in arcs before the fire stretched out and the globe at the top burst open, sparks scattering as the sections fanned out in a tight arrangement. With a snap of their fingers, the flames changed to greens and reds, producing a slightly transparent, glowing red rose that hovered over Taylor's hand.
There were a few astonished utterances and as Vaggie went to cautiously grasp the fiery bloom, Taylor redirected her hand lower.
"I know real roses have thorns, but I'd hold this one by the stem. It's still fire, after all." They said with a shrug. A wide-eyed Vaggie simply nodded in reply as she gingerly held onto the toasty stalk and turned the shimmering flower in her hand, admiring it.
"It's perfect. Charlie will love it." She breathed, all vestiges of anger forgotten.
Charlie adored the bouquet of incandescent flowers, so much so that their chaste kiss quickly grew into something more heated. If not for Angel's appreciative whistle and the muttering for the two to skip the outing and get a room, things might have turned out much different than Vaggie had planned for the evening. With cheeks flared in shared embarrassment, the two demonesses hastily bade the hotel guests a good night and made their way out the door.
"Have fun!" Taylor chuckled, happy that the flowers had such a positive effect.
Turning on their heel, they made their way back into the lobby where they considered taking a long hot shower to calm their mind.
A slithery demon called out to them from the parlor.
"Taylor, do you want to watch a ssshow with me?" Sir Pentious asked with a toothy smile, wishing they would.
Taylor gave a regretful smile as they took a detour, closing the distance between him and the couch.
"Normally, I would love to, but I think I need to zone out for a bit."
Sir Pentious' hood dropped as he gave them the saddest puppy dog eyes they'd ever seen, the eye on his hat tearing up. The pleading look making them start to reconsider.
"Well…" they trailed off.
"Please? It feels like you're never around these days. I miss you." He begged; his hands clasped together imploringly.
"Alright. Just one episode." Taylor caved, maneuvering around the couch to take a seat in front of the television.
"Sssuper!" He grinned triumphantly before addressing his minions. "Eggies, snacks and refreshments, on the double!" Taylor gave him a withering look before quickly adding "Please!" to his command.
With a quick salute, the Egg Boiz brought the aforementioned items, with a blanket and pillows for the pair to boot. Thanking the eggs, they settled in next to Sir Pentious, getting comfy.
"What are we watching?"
The snake demon stretched out his arm, pointing the remote at the television.
"A series on exxxssstreme mechanical engineering! It ssshould prove to be quite informative!" He said excitedly.
Taylor chuckled, knowing it would no doubt give Sir Pentious new building ideas for him to tinker with up in his war machine.
As one episode extended to several, Taylor switched their focus from the show and turning over their mind for a way to be in multiple places at once.