Chapter 1: Wool Over Her Eyes
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.
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 a myriad tasks, her every move a calculated step towards her own agenda.
In the mood lit shared living area, Valentino reclined on a plush sofa. Reading over some applications for the Casting Couch as Vox lounged nearby, a Tech Mogul with power over electronics. His head was a Flatscreen TV and his face and LCD.
"Violetta, Sweetness, 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, Val!" 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, Voxxie. Just doing my job." The Pastel Sheep responded, handing Valentino his drink with a smile and smirking from the irritable look Vox gave her at the nickname.
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 good 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 with her gentle bleats. "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. Even then he needed to distract her for a bit.
"Right away, Mr. Vox!" Violetta bleats, moving back to the bar quickly to mix up his drink. Vox is watching her plump form move about.
"You made her your assistant? What happened to the plan?" He quietly asks, looking back to Valentino who was a little miffed with him but rolls his eyes.
"Well..yes. It's still going on, I just figured that if she's going to be my second best pornstar, or just replace Angel Dust completely she's gotta get everything full frontal, see the sets, help the actors so I don't have too, learn the moves. You know all that." He waves his hands nonchalantly as he spoke, almost seeming like he came up with all that on the spot.
They stopped talking as the sound of glass shattering and a squeak of surprise happened. "Ah duckcake!" Violetta cursed, in her own way, as she bent down onto her knees to pick up the big glass shards from the broken chardonnay. With her short wooly tail wiggling Valentino laughs heartily at the stare down Vox was giving her ass.
"I mean look at her. That innocent demure, her body, she always smells sweet..and her cum is basically a sugar drink." He frames her body with his fingers as if he was taking a photo of her. "She's got potential…It's just…"
"She's kind of stupid?" Vox points out, not really paying attention with his eyes on the prize. Though she does look back at him with a harsh glare, having him jolt back in surprise.
The moth demon grins at at. "She's not stupid, just naive. Remember her hope for her father to approve of her?" Valentino takes a puff from his cigarette stick, with a roll of his eyes as Vox nods. "That's all me now, she wouldn't do anything for you because she doesn't like you but does it because it makes me "happy"."
Vox glared at him slightly, though he doesn't like Violetta either, he just didn't like the fact that someone doesn't like him. Especially someone like her.
(Boop)
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 hadn't seen in years.
He was being affectionate.
The pastel sheep he's seen around, though slight glimpses. It was enough to just forget about it but no, here she was, she was real and she was lounging on the couch. Valentino was laid out on it as well with his head resting on her thighs as she lavished him with affection. Her delicate fingers playing with his bad antenna.
The pink spider's eye twitched as Valentino said something that had Violetta giggle, her bell collar jingling as she covered her mouth with her hand.
For a moment, Angel Dust thought he had walked in on a loving couple engaged in something romantic.
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.
"What the-!" The moth pimp shouted as he fell off the lounge having Violetta gasp and help him up, he smacked her hand away though and quickly fixed himself. Wings folding in around him. Valentino glared at Angel Dust. "Angel, …right on time. Meet Violetta, my new assistant."
Violetta who seemed ready to burst, 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. "Ignore what you saw here. That Pastel Buffoon 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…" He says the last part quietly but Val still heard it.
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 every damn day you're acting like you didn't want it. Like you weren't begging to sign my contract. So smile that porn star smile before I-"
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. "When Valentino told me about you I had to crochet you something. Because I want to be friends, it's made from my wool! As his assistant, I think I'm also to aid his…what was it?" She paused as she tried to remember. Valentino was about to stop her before she perked up. "Oh right, I'm here to help aid his bitches. I'm really excited to work together."
Both men blinked at her as she swore, it seeming weird from her mouth.
As Violetta rambled happily, Angel Dust's mind raced. His gaze shifting to Valentino with shaky worry, he knew what Valentino was planning, and the thought of Violetta being dragged into this hellish world twisted his stomach. She's like a playful teenager, she's innocent because as she said bitches it looked awkward coming from her, and she's definitely sweet judging from the gift he got.
He hasn't had a third person view of what happened to him, but he knew how it'll play out. All he wanted right now was to grab her and tell her everything and take her away.
But his fear of the moth man was too great, his wounds from a while ago yet healed so all he could do was play his part and hope he could protect her from the worst of it. Valentino squinted his eyes at him dangerously, having him gulp. 'Oh Violetta..'
The moth demon cleared his throat with a satisfied smirk, his eyes cold and calculating as he grasped Violetta's shoulders. Immediately she shut up. "Alright, Vio. You're going to talk his ears off."
Her droopy ears flicked a little in realization. "Oh I apologize, I get over excited sometimes. I'll leave you two to it, I'll organize your office." Valentino pushed Angel onward once her attention was elsewhere.
With a final glance at Violetta, Angel Dust followed Valentino, his heart heavy with the weight of the day ahead.
(Boop)
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. "Actually genuine, a genuinely nice sinner.. despite her Yakuza upbringing."
Husk's eyes widened. "Wait... Yakuza? You mean that Violetta? The daughter of the Yakuza Overlord?"
Angel rose a brow as he paused his drinking mid sip. "Yeah, you know her?"
Husk's wings flapped a bit involuntarily as he cleaned a mug. "Know 'er? I was in cahoots with her old man a couple years back. Shit got real weird when he tried to marry her off to me."
"You what?!" The pink arachnid almost spit out his drink, but it did get caught in the wrong area having him cough and pounding his chest to try and regulate himself.
"Swear to Lucifer. But I didn't even have to say no because she did, she's real defiant but it seems to be of good reasoning. She actually never really left the manor so to hear that she's out and about but with Valentino if all demons, it's fucking crazy."
"Exactly!" Angel exclaimed. "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 leaned against the counter as he filled up Angel's drink again. "You got a big heart under all that fluff, you know that? But you can't save everyone. Especially in a place like that."
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. I just need to find out if she's brainwashed or not."
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.
(Boop)
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?"
"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 in a while."
Violetta hummed softly with a bit of worry entering her. "But, Val, you know I'm a bit... sheepish around crowds."
Valentino sighed, turning back to the stove. "Yeah, you're still being hunted. But they would never dare to make a scene." He puffed on his cigarette, the smoke wafting over to the pastel sheep demon. "Remember what I taught you?"
"Relax my throat and make eye contact?" She says with a raised brow, half-heartedly trying to focus on the list.
"No no, other stuff." The moth demon coughs at her boldness, almost forgetting she has no shame. "That you don't have to worry about being snatched up with me around."
Violetta fumbled with the hem of her skirt. "Yeah but-!" She tries to say but Valentino didn't let her speak.
He smirked, setting plates of food on the table. "Don't question me. 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 a good girl this week. I wasn't sure about the assistant thing but you.." He moved in close to lean a bit as his 3rd hand patted her head before moving to cup her cheek. "You handled it all so well that it deserves a celebration."
Violetta nuzzled her cheek into his hand with a soft chortle, her wide red eyes looking up at him with adoration. "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, looking elsewhere in thought. "Well, I appreciate it. It's been 3 months now, you helped me out of my situation, of course I'd be loyal."
Valentino chuckled, pulling her onto his lap. "You're too cute for your own good, Lamby. 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, Val."
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.
(Boop)
Angel Dust was skeptical when Valentino started being a little different at work, he had Travis handle a lot more than usual and though he looked ready to snap someone's neck he held off.
Even with him.
And now he knows why.
Valentino's sudden leniency was 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 red, sparkly eyes filled with worry. Her hand grabbing the hem of her cream colored sweater dress. "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 face brightening with a rosey blush. "Valentino really wants me to get into... you know, porn. But I don't know much about it, feels like I'm going to mess something up.. 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 swell. He's protecting me from my father, you know. My father's an Overlord in the Little Tokyo District and-!"
Forgotten his previous apprehension as Angel Dust stood on his feet, grabbing Violetta's shoulders gently. "Violetta, listen. Valentino 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."
The pastel sheep demon's ears fell back as she slowly glares at him, not at all liking what he was saying. "How dare are you? He doesn't do that."
"Oh yeah?" He leans forward with a snide smirk. "Then why do ya wanna be a pornstar? That idea doesn't just come randomly." His 3 hands waving dramatically as one rested on his hip.
The pastel sheep looked around hesitantly, and that's when he knew she wasn't right in the head. Because she got defensive, snorting angrily and standing up to him despite their height difference. "Because it's uh …af- affa? It's a vaild job, okay?"
But the pink arachnid knew far beyond her words, he scoffs. "Yeah right, he just told you that to get you on board. And you're stupid to fall for it."
Violetta shook her head, her bell collar jingling as she stomped her hoof. "Y-you're just mean to me! 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? Okay? He's not the knight in shining armor you think he is."
Their arguing was abruptly cut short as Valentino entered the room, faux gleeful greeting stopped as he looked between his Bottom Bitch and his Candy Syrupslut, glowing red eyes immediately assessing the tension. "Angel, it's time for your scene..." He announced slowly, his tone judgmental as he walked towards them.
Angel Dust stood, his body tense, shooting a final, frustrated look at Violetta and whispering. "Think about what I said, Violetta."
Valentino's fingers tapped along the top of his cane, 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."
Gripping Angel's shoulder harshly Valentino plastered on a soft look as he poked Violetta's nose. "And you. I need you to help out Velvette for a while, okay Sweetness?"
The pastel ewe smiles and nuzzles his hand a bit. "Oh right, she needed some yarn today. Okay, bye!" She quickly realized before waving them off and running away.
As she left 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.