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You wake up with a headache and barely detain the groan that threatens to escape your mouth as soon as open your eyes.
Drinking that much last night was probably not the best idea you have had.
But who could blame you- drinking oneself into oblivion a day before the next extermination seemed to be within reason. And after all, this extermination was far from the ordinary. Starting with it having been only 6 months away instead of a year and ending with the princess and her followers preparing for a fight- possibly dooming everyone else as well in the process.
Although you would not admit it out loud, you know that that is not the reason for your excess drinking.
…he is back.
And ever since then, you had to admit that you’d been looking deeper into the bottles for any kind of distraction from.
The radio demon himself got back from wherever the hell he went 6 months ago…after being gone for 7 damned years.
Alastor had been your dad ever since he found you on that fateful day- you were barely 6 years old and covered in the blood of your so-called ‘father’. Alastor took you in- raised you as if you were his real daughter. He helped you, treated you with a kindness no one had ever shown you before and spend the nights where he wasn’t hunting, staying up and studying with you for the subjects you had difficulties in- like french.
And even after he abandoned you..after…the fight, you knew that he would always be your real father.
You hadn’t seen Alastor- in person- since you had been alive. You are sure that he would not want to see you anyway, so, you never bothered to try and reconnect.
Better to not open that can of worms.
The past is in the past.
He did not want to see you again while you were alive, so, he’d definitely not want to see you in his death- he made that much clear the day he left and never came back.
But instead of letting your thoughts be consumed by the one who used to be your family, you quietly got out of bed- to not disturb the still sleeping succubus, snipped your fingers to dress you in an instant and made your way towards the window.
It seemed to still be pretty early. The sky was a nice mix of red and purple.. and there was not a hint of destruction- not more than usual anyway.
No murder happy angels…yet.
Then one of your ears turned towards a muffled sound.
“Hmm.. already up?” The still very much sounding tired popstar muttered.
Without turning you answered “Apologies, I didn’t want to wake you.”
You hear her standing up and coming up behind you. Normally, you would not be this unguarded in front of anyone, but unlike so many other Overlords, the succubus did not want to attack nor dethrone you. Her motives were rather those of pleasure rather than suffering.
The… situationship with her started almost 2 months ago, when you were trying to distract yourself with a bit of alcohol at a bar, were Verosika was coincidently singing at. And while the two of you do not have anything akin to a real relationship, you do appreciate each other’s company- sometimes without cloths too.
She was the closed thing you had to a friend- in your life and after life.
You feel comfortable with Verosika, but you did get a bit startled when she suddenly hugged you from behind. Clearly still lacking clothing from last night’s activities.
“Oh, come on, what the fuck is so interesting out there that it got you out of the bed?” she said with a pout.
“Well, just checking whether I missed the princess’ courageous last stance. But alas, no angels slaughtering sinners- for now that is.”
Verosika hugged you a bit tighter at that and then seductively purred the next part into one of your ears “Why don’t you come to bed again…join me for round 5 perhaps?”
You could feel your tail fluff at that, and you were sure that your cheeks did not care to hide your excitement either.
Those traitors.
While being a fox demon was a great asset most of the time, your ears and tail tented to ruin your poker face.
Your lack of same-sex intimacy from when you were alive did not help your case either.
Back when you were alive it was already bad enough to be a woman, being anything but straight was just another disaster on top of the dump. But as it turns out supressing those.. urges was just a recipe for misery… as if you did not have enough of that in your lifetime already.
The best years of her life were the ones she had spend with Alastor, but even the reason she had met him in the first place was because of constant suffering and misery.
But you wouldn’t reminisce of your old life nor of someone who used to be your father.
“As tempting as an offer as that is, ma chérie, I really have to get going. And I’m sure a famous popstar such as yourself has to get going too.” You said with a sympathetic smile.
“You overlords are no fun. But fine.” Verosika let out a sigh and let you go.
You finally turn away from the window- just in time to see the beautiful succubus starting to dress herself.
She was already on her phone texting and probably planning her day.
All the while you took the opportunity to prepare for today- with the help of your shadow creatures of course.
While you will not help the princess and her supporters directly, you would help some helpless souls- as you are sure that some of the angels would have a field day slaughtering some innocent souls while most of their sisters would be busy with the real fight.
Cowards.
You weren’t opposed to a bit of murder, but not when some cowards just staring to kill anything that moves, because they think that they’re invincible.
While you were by no means an innocent soul- especially not after becoming a serial killer in your past life- you did have morals.
…Maybe less than the average person but still.
Even while slowly becoming an Overlord, you tried your best to only contract the not-so-great souls of hell. It took a while to gain a good amount of power because of that, but you’ve been in hell for quite a while, so, time was not of the essence. You had nothing to prove, nor did you want to.
For some Overlords, it had been important to make everyone aware of how fast they had risen the ranks for some sort of prestige.
You, however, did not care for the fame or status being an Overlord brought with it.
Most of the people never heard about you anyway, as you are one with the shadows and prefer to work discreetly for whoever contracts you. You do so enjoy cleansing hell’s citizen of the most vile souls.
You wouldn’t even call yourself an Overlord and neither would most of the other Overlords, as they had no idea of your existence. But, you suppose, per definition- with all of that power and the soul contracts- you are an Overlord.
“..Don’t tell me you will support this fucked up suicide mission against heaven.” Verosika broke the silence- she must have noticed how you and your shadows were gathering angelic weapons.
“Well, that depends on your definition of support, I suppose. But rest assured I’ll be fine.”
The succubus seemed to want to say something else, but her phone started to ring “Oh shit- I have to go.”
She made her way towards the door of your apartment, and she was gone a moment later.
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You made your way outside, after being fully dressed and equipped with your weapons.
You were, as always, wearing a long dark robe that was also hiding your face- you really did prefer to stay as anonymous as possible to continue to work from the shadows. Even your sinner form was made for the shadows- unlike typical foxes, you had mostly black fur with only a few red highlights- like your paws, the tip of your tail or ears.
Being a well-known Overlord like Alastor would just complicate things for you.
Not to mention that Alastor did not have to know that you were in hell or that you weren’t already purged by the exorcists.
You missed him- of course you did, but you couldn’t take the chance of a reunion going wrong.
Suddenly a shout interrupted your thoughts.
You drove into the shadows and observed how a sinner was being cornered by an angel, who seemed to thrive on the sinner’s fear.
Weren’t angels supposed to be these pure, kind-hearted creatures? But damn, some of them seemed to deserve hell more than some sinners.
The angel was about to attack, but you swiftly cut of their hand that held their spear.
The pure panic and pain on the angel’s face- well, mask- was enough to drive a sadistic smile on your lips.
You did so enjoy playing with your food.
The angel seemed to want to flee, but you quickly stopped them with your shadow tentacles. You felt your form change into your more demonic one.
Your claws were razor sharp as were your teeth. Your fur began to become dark flames- anyone who would dare to touch you like this, would be severely burned as a result. And lastly, your eyes turned into a soulless red pit- being clearly visible even with your cloak.
The next hours went by in a blink of an eye.
Many angelic corpses now graced the pride ring- most of them obviously from the princess, her dad,.. Alastor and the others, but it’s safe to say that you had quite a bit of fun as well.