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“I’m sorry, repeat that again,” Velvette says, narrowing her eyes at Vox, who was clad in his shark onesie, the sleeves pulled back so he could play with his claws. “I thought I just heard you say that you had a meeting with King motherfucking Lucifer Morningstar.”
“That is true, yes,” Vox nodded his head.
Velvette calmly stood up and walked over to the coffee table. Under Vox and Valentino’s gaze, she kicked the coffee table over, the small carnivorous plant sitting on top sent tumbling to the floor.
Valentino immediately gasped, throwing himself over to the plant with a cry of ‘mi bebé!’, cradling the likely confused plant close to his nipple pierced bosom.
“WHAT THE FUCK V!” She screamed, grasping her large, tri-coloured buns (someone had been watching too much Star Wars with Vox). “And when is this meeting?”
“In two hours,” Vox naively answered the Demoness, not realizing the danger he was in.
“And just what were you going to wear?” She asks, already knowing the answer – Velvette just wanted Vox to dig himself deeper into the grave he found himself in.
“What I always wear…?” Vox warily answers, sensing a trap. “Why, what’s wrong with my suit?” He asked, genuinely confused, furrowing his brows with a frown. Velvette was partially responsible for his everyday suit! (The idea that Velvette gave up after Vox had drawn up a shitty guide seemed to escape his notice.)
“…I’m not even going to answer that question,” Velvette says, pinching where her nose bridge would be, because like the other two Vees, she lacked a nose. Doesn’t mean she can’t smell bullshit. Summoning a phone, she immediately swiped to the men’s side of her Fashion Industry. Using her magick to freeze Vox, whose expression went flat, but he never broke free from her, frankly, very loose hold. Velvette went to her formal wear and switched out his onesie for his normal attire; Shirt, pullunder, cravat scarf, trousers and tailed coat. “Alright, V, I’m going to make you so sexy that Lucifer himself will beg for your hand, if he can be pried away from his wallowing for five minutes.”
“If we want to ‘wow’ the King of Hell, may I suggest going in your birthday suit?” Valentino “helpfully” suggests, having tucked the plant into the curve of his elbow. He grinned down at his fellow friends and Vee’s. “Or maybe he saw your debut film and wants a piece for himself – I don’t blame him. I’m sure there are some incels that have rubbed themselves raw at the mere sight of you naked.” Valentino doesn’t mention that included half of his film team, who all called in sick. Not on his sexy watch – he forced them all into work, ignoring their wincing.
“Val!” Vox squeaks out in embarrassment, to the combined giggles of Valentino and Velvette.
“Relax, he likely is finally popping ‘round to see why his electricity bills are always bounced back as ‘VoxTek Tribute’ with nearly triple the amount.” Velvette says (because Vox always knows when to be in good standing with the local Royalty) as she swaps out his striped tailed coat for a double breasted one – changing the colour with a flick of her finger. Vox, back in the 1960s, had painstakingly spread his magic throughout the Ring, only asking for a small fee, an electricity bill, if you will, for the strain that would happen on Vox’s (outdated) internal systems. But, it had drawn the Queen of Hell’s attention to him, as through her, it allowed him to network to the other Rings and their respective Sins.
Eventually, after going through Vox’s usual ‘go-to’ colours (picked by Velvette, of course. Knowing Vox, he’d happily leave for work in puke green and that was a threat) she settled on a colour that Vox tends to avoid, thanks to a certain Overlord; red.
Well, it was more of a red brown, with a hex code of #A52A2A – but who cares? (Velvette. Velvette cares very much.)
To go with the red brown, she made his trousers a darker shade, more brown than red, with a baby pink shirt, tucking it in. Instead of a bow ribbon, she gave him a Windsor knot, the tie’s fabric a black to stand out against the red of his coat and trousers, making the light shirt really pop.
Still, something was off. She hemmed and hawed, before finally settling on giving Vox a near black corset, already tied for a snug but not too tight fit, enhancing his snatched waist and wider hips and shoulders.
“There, now you are fit for royalty.” She says, releasing her hold on Vox.
He grumbled, muttering about his usual suit, but it was half hearted at best. Vox knew that without her guidance (and forced burning of clothes) he’d still be wearing the loose baggy clothes she first met him in – first of all, who the fuck thinks turtlenecks are the height of fashion? Vox, that’s who. She had immediately made his clothes more form fitting, quickly finding out about his...’Voobs’, as Vox had been not wearing support that day.
(The poor fucker behind Velvette immediately sprung a nosebleed at the sight of Vox in form fitting clothes, finding all his hidden ‘assets’ too much. Vox had then proceded to rip the poor guy apart for his ‘slight’, tearing out his organs and ruining all of Velvette’s work – talk about wrong place, wrong time. But Vox proceeded to gush about Velvette’s design choices, even if he was covered in gore.)
“Thanks, Te,” the Tv Demon says, inspecting his clothes and rotating his shoulders, testing the material. She rolls her eyes, adding the shoulder pads with a snap of her fingers, giving Vox his more masculine outline back – even if she wonders if he’ll find out about her ‘gift’. “Actually, I think I don’t want the padding.”
“Oh? Are you going to try to rizz up the King with your sexy looks?” Valentino asks, having fixed the overturned coffee table and had lovingly placed his carnivorous plant back after he gave it kisses. “Say the word and I’ll join you.”
“What? No,” Vox protested, even as Velvette snapped away the padding, leaving Vox with a, dare she say it, feminine figure. (Honestly, why did Hell have to give most of the men a Tumblr sexy man body? Some people like Velvette were dying out here, trying to replicate her looks while human. At least like Vox, her demon body was fully customisable.) “I want to give him a softer impression, rather than my usual cut-throat act.”
“Hmm, you still look so sexy,” Val says, placing his hands on Vox’s waist. True to Vox’s claims, Valentino’s slimmer but larger hands easily grab the slim waist of the Tv Demon – why, he could do it with one hand! “I wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of the meeting Lucifer will be begging you to be his new Queen.”
“Val, let’s not get carried away.” Vox laughed. “I doubt the sight of me will make Lucifer drop to his knees, ring in hand.”
“Shh! Don’t jinx it!” Velvette shushed Vox, slapping her hand over where Vox was displaying his mouth, which fell flat, his eyes moving to be seen around the hand currently on his face. Velvette was lucky he was more mature – if she pulled the same stunt with Valentino, he’d simply slobber all over her hand.
“Listen, just because I have one freaky Stan doesn’t mean that Lucifer will fall into that category.” Vox spoke from his speakers, not moving his mouth. “Besides, it’s not like anything is going to happen.”
“Hmm, we’ll see,” Velvette says, removing her hand from Vox’s face, using her other to hand Vox an anti-static microfiber cloth – if there was one thing that Vox hated, it was the feeling of oil on his screen, even if Velvette barley produces any, thanks to her hard plastic doll body.
“Knock ‘im dead, papi,” Val says, slapping Vox’s ass as the other Overlord walks past.
Vox squeaked, but walked out the door, leaving both Velvette and Valentino inside their shared living room.
The moth sighed, hating to see him leave but loves to watch him go. “He’s going to get molested in that new suit, isn’t he?”
“Already waaaaay ahead of you, Val,” Velvette says, messaging Peppermint that Vox was loose and in need of ‘guidance’, aka, a bodyguard. She shivered; the Radio Demon was not someone she’d like to have as a ‘suitor’.
Poor Vox.
One might think that Vox would be nervous, meeting the King of Hell – he was the most powerful being on this plane of existence, his soul and being immortal and personification perfection, still holding onto his rather literal holy origins, even in this cesspit of a Ring.
Honestly? Vox was not at all bothered – he's met Satan who, out of all the Sins he has pleasure of doing business with, was the one to be the wariest about. That Sin takes the attitude of a gym bro to the extreme, even if his little guru Yogirt helped Satan be level-headed in the more recent years. The Sin of Pride will be a breeze, compared to Satan, who had seemed more interested in Vox’s workout routine than how Vox’s magic will supply Wrath with modern luxuries. The dragon got outraged when Vox said he mostly did cardio with light weight training – he forwarded a workout routine to ‘max out his muscles, like me’, exhaling smoke like a steam engine.
Vox looked at the routine and saw it was basically a body building guide – no thank you. Vox liked his slim but strong frame he has right now.
That was what was going through Vox’s head as he sits in his Office, drinking his third cup of sweetened coffee, working on signing off the latest scripts for ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?’ and its new sister show ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Brother, So What?’. (Because equality, that’s what.)
The intercom crackled to life at his elbow, with Peppermint’s familiar voice escaping it. “Vox, the King is here.” Vox’s pen stopped, mere centimeters from adding his signature to another piece of paperwork. Cyan claws slowly place the fountain pen down as the Overlord sighs, straightening his back.
The screens behind him displaying his profit margins and budgets for Q2 turn to the VoxTek logo, all in preparation for the meeting. “Alright, show time,” he mutters to himself, before letting a grin spread across his face, allowing it to leak into his voice, using one cyan claw to press the button that activated his mic. “Bring his majesty up, Mint.”
Keeping track via the cameras, Vox stood, smoothing down the barley there creases in his trousers and coat. The door to his Office opens, and the man of the hour steps through: King Morningstar.
Having met and talked with Lillith, he was expecting Lucifer to match his wife’s stature, tall and elegant. However, it seemed Lucifer just came up to Vox’s chest, shoulders if he was being generous, meaning that he was around Velvette’s height. Shorter than what Vox expected, but a welcome surprise from all the tall bastards that Vox is surrounded with.
“King Morningstar! What a pleasure it is to finally meet you!” Vox says, stepping forward with an open hand.
Lucifer’s eyes snap onto Vox, then slowly pan down to his extended hand – was it his imagination, or did his gaze linger on his chest? Whatever happened, a smile broke out across the King’s pale face, living up to his name and seemingly brightening the very room. He could put Vox out of business, if he really wanted to.
“Vox! I’ve been hearing very good things about you,” Lucifer says, grasping Vox’s hand with his slightly smaller one, giving it a loose shake. Just when Vox was about to bring it to his face to give a dutiful kiss, Lucifer beat him to it, bringing Vox’s hand close to his face to gently kiss his knuckles, the skin tingling from where the King has touched. “Lucifer, the Morningstar.” He introduced himself, peering up at Vox through his eyelashes.
Vox tried not to choke or squeal as Lucifer gently let go of his hand to twirl his apple themed cane. God, this was either the beginning of a period drama or one of Val’s better scripts. Surprisingly, Vox felt that he could be down for both – unusual for him. He has already overdone his budget for sex this decade, at a whopping five incidents.
He cleared his throat, fighting off the programs that were trying to add pink to his face. “Pleasure to formally meet you, your majesty.”
“The pleasure is all mine!” Lucifer says, walking over to the guest chair that was in front of his desk, taking a seat (Vox ignores how he had to do a jump hop to properly sit on it) and smiling wide at him. “Now, shall we get to it?”
“Of course,” Vox smoothly said, all smooth honey toned, sitting back down at his desk, his work tablet already loaded up with all the meeting details. Still, Vox makes sure he looks attentive as he has a brief look at it. “You requested a meeting about my role in Pride?” He asked, clasping his claws together.
“Not just in Pride, but in Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Greed, Gluttony and Lust.” Lucifer says, placing his apple decorated cane across his lap. “Are you aware that you have become semi-fused with Hell, due to your actions?”
“Excuse me?” Vox asked, because semi-fused? How can he become fused with Hell? He just supplies the electricity and technology!
“Oh yes, I looked at the contract you signed with Lillith, back in what you call the...sixties?” Lucifer says, waving a hand. A contract forms, allowing the King to grab it. “I’m sure you read this, back to front then back again, looking for loopholes, but this is a good contract – it allows you to spread your Magic to other Rings, which powers the technology you produce, with seemingly no drawbacks.” At this, Lucifer’s face went briefly tight. “What Lillith failed to mention is that, over the decades, you have become something that is a mix between a Sinner, a Hellborn and a Sin.”
Vox froze, because that certainly was not in the Unholy damned contract. He knew it was too good to be true.
“You supplying the other Rings has sped up the fusion process. Judging by the smell, you are nearly done cooking.” Lucifer smiled, likely going for suave and only looking slightly dorky. “Now, I know all this sounds terrifying – you never agreed to this, after all, but don’t worry, it doesn’t mean anything bad.”
“What does it mean?” Vox asked.
“Oh, it means that you’d be between the power of the highest Goetia and a Sin, no biggie.” Lucifer waved a hand, contract disappering, only to look confused as Vox froze, claws creating deep groves from where he had tightened his fingers on the desk. “Oh, is-is this not good?”
“Y-Yes, it is good news,” Vox manages to bite out, because Unholy Shit, this was game changing. The other Overlord’s will be nothing but ants beneath the Vee’s, Vox’s, heeled shoes. And a large grin overtakes his screen as a thought comes to him. “Does this mean I could visit another Ring?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You’d not be classed as a Sinner anymore!” Lucifer grins. “Any place in particular? I know Lust is very accommodating, and I have an in with Ozzie-”
“Envy here I come!” Vox says, already looking at Envy’s large aquariums online, filled with the deadliest of sharks Hell has to offer. Vox held in a sigh that might sound love struck, as Velvette often says he does while looking at Sharks. He pauses, turning back to Lucifer. “Oh, were you recommending a Ring?”
“Oh no, it’s nothing!” Lucifer says, a slight golden pink blush appearing on his already dotted red cheeks. He cleared his throat. “Why Envy?” Not that he doesn’t have a grudge against Leviathan, of course, it’s just that she tends to argue with herself a lot, over the smallest things as well.
“Because Envy has the deadliest sharks to ever evolve, and I’ve been literally dying to see them all.” Vox says, leaning over his desk, large grin in place, excited blood drooling from his mouth. Behind him, the screens all display pictures of his sharks, as well as the photos edited so they appear in hearts, including the gorier photos – like Vihaan and Victor ripping apart one of Vox’s ex-employees who tried to steal important company secrets and found out the hard way that Vox, despite being the calmest and most rational Vee, is very creative with his punishments.
He may not be as outwardly as ‘evil’, as cliché as that sounds, of the trio, but Vox was an Overlord – and that always requires a certain level of…cruelty.
“Oh, you like sharks? I like ducks!” Lucifer says, trying to get an in with the Overlord, because hot damn, that video really undersold how hot Vox is – and his current outfit, displaying his trim waist, and almost hourglass figure? Call the presses! Plus, Alastor seemed annoyed at his attraction to his supposed ‘friend’ - yeah, he wasn’t buying the bullshit Alastor has been feeding to everyone. If his plan works, he can brag about it – only to Alastor, of course. Lucifer isn’t one to name and shame his conquests.
“Like sharks?” Vox laughed. “I LOVE sharks – I have nine.” He pointed behind him, to the screens, which all had photos of his sharks. “This is Vito and Vera, Vance, excitable Vark and broody Vera, lovely Valerie and Vivian, Vihaan and baby Venus.”
Lucifer holds in an excited squeal at the pictures, especially of Venus. The older sharks look perfect, not a single scale out of place, their coats gleaming and teeth looking healthy; all signs that Vox was looking after his pets. He was a bit surprised to see that Vox had a landshark – they cost a lot of money to both acquire and take care of.
But maybe this proves Vox is capable of the power that will come his way.
Lucifer, after all, remembered when the demand on his magic to supply all seven rings with gas lamps and other mundane things suddenly stopped. He, admittedly, thought that Hell was somehow collapsing, but Lilith just laughed.
“There is this Sinner who produces lightning, my dear!” She said, pulling him onto her lap. “He wanted to supply the other Rings with his technology, and I simply allowed him to do it. This frees up your magic for what truly matters; ruling Hell.”
Lucifer had mumbled an agreement.
It seemed he blinked and suddenly Pride has changed; tall buildings ruled the skies, with bright lights and what Charlie described as a ‘Computer’ was suddenly readily available – all thanks to that one Sinner, who he now knows as Vox.
“But where are my manners – how is Princess Charlotte’s Hotel going? If you need any advertisements, just say the word and I’ll have it covered, for free, for such a handsome devil.” Vox winked, with Lucifer’s blush returning.
“Oh, thank you! It’s going well, but Alastor keeps insisting that he could advertise the Hotel on his own – as if anyone listens to his broadcasts anymore!” Lucifer crosses his arms, because any time Vaggie mentions making a new commercial he always laughs and insists that Radio was the better medium – as if Sinner’s would check themselves in without actually seeing what the Hotel looks like!
“Ugh, Alastor,” Vox says, leaning against his desk as Lucifer nods, an annoyed look on his face. “I can only imagine how annoying it is to actually live with the old ass.”
“So annoying – you know, he keeps acting like Char-Char’s dad! I am her dad!” Lucifer complains, because Vox seemingly gets it.
“Oh, he likely doesn’t actually view Princess Charlotte that way,” Vox says, patting Lucifer’s hand. “He’s just projecting – you are the most powerful being in Hell, and he knows it. So, he’s trying to bring you down. In this case, trying to imply that he would have been a better father than you. Trust me, he has not a single caring bone in his spindly body.”
“Really?” Lucifer asks, blinking, because when it is put that way, he can kind of see it – it was never about Charlie, but rather Lucifer himself.
“Oh yeah, Alastor is a dick like that.” Vox stands, rounding his desk to lean on it, bracing his weight with his arms and crossing his legs at the ankles. “Though, I do have a question for you.”
“Oh?” Lucifer says, leaning forward, eyes drinking in the sight before him.
“Why did you set up a meeting with me? It’s been decades since that deal was struck.”
Lucifer had a wide smile breaking out across his face. Now was his chance, after fumbling it two times – third times the charm, as they say.
“For all the years since I first ruled Hell and Pride, I thought Sinner’s were nothing but disgusting people who has used their free will to do unspeakable things. However,” Lucifer says, standing. “I was wrong. There are Sinner’s out here, like you, who land in Hell and decide to create something out of nothing. I admire that in a man.”
Lucifer then chuckles. “Plus, I saw you on that cute little video – you could be a succubus in disguise.” He says, slowly leaning forward towards the Overlord. “If I am not too forward.”
“Not at all!” Vox manages to say, even as he could start to feel himself become aroused – who wouldn’t, if you had a powerful being starting to come onto you? Call Vox a slut but shit like this is what truly makes him weak in the knees and wet in the pants.
“May I kiss you?” Lucifer asks, only to be surprised as Vox quickly closes the gap, his electric lips meeting Lucifer’s own. Lucifer was pleased to find out that Vox’s mouth wasn’t a simple display behind a screen, as the Tv Demon had 3D lips and a tongue. It seems that this one Sinner has a very unique body – glass that can turn intangible. But really, this was Hell!
As they kissed, Lucifer slowly undressed Vox, with the Overlord helping him, as they both shed their coats to the floor. The King took joy in pulling the corset free, throwing it to the side as Vox chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt.
Lucifer’s eyebrow raised as Vox pulled open his shirt, revealing the yellow underwear he was wearing – it combined practicality with beauty, as unlike in the video he starred in, it was a simple non-wired bra, with very minimal lace and thick straps.
“You don’t seem the type to go for yellow,” Lucifer commented, to Vox’s confusion. Yellow? He looked down, seeing that his black crop top style bra had been swapped out for a nice yellow one, with minimal lace – the type he’d wear, if he was feeling cute, as underwires were too stiff for his liking. He applauds women who do wear them, considering that Vox considers them to be torture devices that wouldn’t be amiss in Hell.
“Well, I always like to try new things out.” Vox answers, slightly thankful Velvette didn’t just stop at his visible clothes. How embarrassing to be caught in cartoon shark boxers and a simple slip-on crop top. Valentino and Velvette? Have seen it all. Velvette even designs Vox’s underwear – likely out of fear that he’d buy them in neon colours (he would).
“Well, I’d certainly like to try you out,” Lucifer says as Vox pulls down his trousers, revealing his matching knickers.
Vox snickered, what a corny line, relaxing against his desk with his elbows. “Go ahead, my King.” He winks, spreading his thighs slightly.
Lucifer wasted no time, moving between them and biting onto the cotton, slowly dragging them down Vox’s legs before Vox slipped one leg out, flinging it to the floor with his other leg.
Vox refused to be embarrassed, embracing his pride of his appearance (considering who was between his thighs). Lucifer licked his lips, his tongue forked at the end. “May I?” He asked, indicating to Vox’s Vussy. Vox silently nodded.
With a grin, Lucifer slowly licks the outer lips before slowly pushing in with his tongue. His tongue seemed long and prehensile, gently scraping against the glowing inner walls. Vox squeaked, burying his claws into Lucifer’s neat duck tail styled hair (yes, Vox recognised the style – it was a popular ‘50s style for men), likely messing up the rather soft strands.
The rest was just a blur, with Vox in too much pleasure to note how long Lucifer was going to town on him. He did recognise that he orgasmed three times, managing to squirt all three times, the King uncaring of the mess, simply licking up the liquid arousal.
Vox was vaguely aware that the lights had been flickering like a bad disco or rave party ever since his first orgasm – he just hoped that if the power did blackout the seven rings, it quickly was jump started, even if they continued to flicker madly. Another reason why Vox disconnects himself from the grid – he didn’t want Hell to know when he was getting down and dirty, since it was different than when Vox gets angry enough to accidentally overload the grid.
“I’m done, I’m done!” He yelled when the feeling of pleasure began to tip towards over-sensitivity – surprisingly, considering Vox doesn’t like continuing sex after he orgasms for the first time, as he feels too sensitive, in both being the top and bottom. Another myth porn seems to spread. The video he and Val starred in, he took a twenty-minute break after he rode the other like a self-pleasuring whore before Val got him all hot and steamy again, using simple cuts and edits to make it appear like it was one shot – because fuck doing it all in one take.
Honest to God, he has orgasmed more in the past two weeks than he has in two years.
Lucifer gives one last lick before he slowly pulls out his tongue, a loud slurp escaping that made Vox blush.
Still, Vox does not know how he gets into situations like this. He panted, thighs ending their death grip on the King of Hell’s head, allowing the royal to pull back and admire the flushed lower lips and the drooling center that was still clenching with the aftershocks of Vox’s recent orgasm.
Lucifer grinned, licking his lips, as if he had just savoured a dish to make you go back for seconds instead of having just eaten Vox’s Vussy out.
Well, there goes his credibility for not fucking his other business partners. Val will be so smug to know that he was right – the King did want a piece.
“Enjoy yourself?” Lucifer asks, stroking the inside of Vox’s thighs in a grounding manner as Vox continues to pant, making a right mess of his desk. The sinner cleared his throat, pulling his shirt closed – his corset was lost to the floor, and Vox didn’t have the energy right now to pick it up.
“Did I? Fishing for compliments?” Vox teases, then began to stroke his sharp claws through Lucifer’s golden white hair, trying to neaten the clearly disheveled strands back into place, scratching at the scalp of the most powerful being in Hell, who seemed very comfortable between Vox’s spread thighs. “I’ve been ruined for oral now, I hope you are aware.”
“Well, they don’t say I created sex for nothing,” Lucifer says, finally moving away. Like the gentleman that he was, he found Vox’s discarded soft yellow hued knickers, guiltily handing them back. Vox huffed a laugh, making a show of putting them back on, giving Lucifer a good look at his groin before it was covered back up, buttoning up his shirt once he was done. “I hope this doesn’t change our professional relationship.”
“Don’t worry, I’m adult enough to separate business from pleasure – though I wouldn’t mind a sequel, with the full package involved – once I get to know you, that is.” Vox says before he could stop himself, because Lucifer seemed to be a genuinely good sexual partner and, if he wasn’t too forward, friend.
Vox doesn’t have sex with strangers and all his friends (again, a certain moth shaped exclusive), but it seems that Lucifer was easy to be around. Why, the last person he felt this connection with ruined his life!
“Oh!” Lucifer says, a bashful look coming across his face. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to that – if you don’t mind if we can have moments outside of sex.”
“Luci, can I call you Luci?” Vox asks, despite Lucifer just having his sinful tongue all the way inside of his Vussy – again, you can never be too careful when dealing with a Sin, especially one that has been out of the public eye for as long as Vox has been in Hell. “It would be my pleasure to become your friend – lord knows the other Vee’s and another close friend says I need to ‘get out more’. Plus, I’d like to get to know you more, if we ever continue this part of our relationship. Just because I may have not left VoxTek tower for nearly three years doesn’t mean that I am a ‘recluse’ and don’t know social norms.”
Ok, Vox might be slightly lonely – but Velvette, Valentino and Peppermint have been saying that just because he visits his sharkie-poos everyday doesn’t mean that he is being social. ‘These are pets,’ Peppermint had said, using a flash card with a photo of Vera on it. The Eel Sinner switched the card out for a random group photo of demons, likely a stock photo. ‘These are potential friends.’ Peppermint said, shaking the card.
‘I don’t see a difference.’ Vox argued as the trio groaned.
“You get it! You don’t go outside in seven decades and suddenly you are an absent King! Acting like I ‘went out for milk’, honestly.” Lucifer says, crossing his arms with a pout. “Anything less than a century is a blink of an eye to us Sins.”
“Well, here is my number,” Vox says, easily locking onto Lucifer’s phone – VoxTek produced, of course, if several generations out of date – and sent his contact information, creating a profile in his contacts. While he was there, he grabbed Lucifer’s number for himself. “We can text, yeah?”
“Of course!” Lucifer says, pulling out his phone and sent ‘😊'. Vox smiled, seeing the notification pop up on his internal facing screen, which he sent a Tv icon back. He finished pulling his belt tight, trousers once again back in place and shirt closed, tucked back in.
Grabbing his corset, Vox put it back on, easily tightening it back up without looking. He tied it off with a bow, before turning back around, seeing Lucifer holding his jacket with a smile. “Here, let me,” the King said, helping Vox back into his jacket, finishing his look. With a snap of fingers, the King’s coat was back on, his hair neat and suit wrinkle free, now holding his apple themed cane in both hands.
Vox smoothed down the jacket, grinning down at Lucifer. Aside from his desk being covered in his arousal and Lucifer’s saliva, you’d never think that Vox has just had mind blowing oral sex with fucking Lucifer, the Morningstar of Hell.
“Thank you.” Vox says, before striding over to his Office’s door, holding it open. “I look forward to speaking to you, your majesty.”
“Please, my tongue has been in your Vussy – call me Luci, or even Lucifer.” The King of Hell says, stepping out of Vox’s Office, his appearance as neat as when he went in.
Peppermint – who had been waiting for the meeting to finish - stared, slack jawed, at the two. “Him!? Are you serious?!” He whispered yelled, clutching his tablet tight to his chest.
“What?” Vox asked, putting his hands on his hips. “What's wrong with the King of Hell? I can bag anyone I put my body in front of.”
“I mean ‘why do you keep cursing me with the knowledge of what you do naked and aroused’, Vox.” Peppermint snaps back, before sending a bright smile towards Lucifer. “I’m sure you had a good meeting and sexual encounter.”
“Thanks, paper...man?” Lucifer says with an awkward smile. “Well, I’ll leave you two. Text you later, sexy.” He stuck his tongue out from between his spread index and ring finger, giving his long tongue a flick that had Vox blush at the mere reminder where it had been, his screen turning violet.
Throwing a handout, a glowing portal blooming to life at his fingertips. With a wiggle of his fingers, the King of Hell was gone, his golden portal disappearing into gold dust.
“Seriously - how did you bag him?” Peppermint asked in disbelief as Vox stood tall, clasping his hands behind his back.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Vox says, walking down the hallway, Peppermint following.
“You don’t know, do you?” Peppermint snorts in amusement, tail curling, deceptively delicate webbing fluttering.
Vox’s silence was telling as they both move down to the R&D departments on Vox’s lower floors. Both missed as a shadow, in the shape of a certain Cervidae Overlord, peeled its body from the walls of Vox’s Office, a large, exaggerated frown on its triangular face.
It moved over to Vox’s desk, licking at the cooling mess on the desk, shivering at the hint of Vox’s taste – even if did taste some of the King’s saliva. It was a worthy sacrifice, in both its mind and its Master’s logic.
It had seen everything.
It took notes of what Vox enjoyed for its Master.
(Alastor howls, throwing a chair at the wall, the beautifully aged wood crumbling to pieces under the power of the Overlord. His antlers, once small, had branched out, his neck breaking and elongating, struggling to carry the heavy weight on his head. His entire body has stretched, becoming spindly yet dangerous, with his sharp claws and visible magick in the air.
Blood drools like rivers from his lips as his grin was pulled tight, the stitches struggling to hold his smile. His Maman always loves his smile.
Vox was his, and Alastor will show everyone just who they will draw ire from by touching what was not theirs.)