“That one, petit papillon, you know what to do~”

Antennae twitching as the hands of Baron–his pimp–found his shoulders, Valentino didn’t need the push to start on his path towards his mark. He did it almost exclusively to get away from the touch without shrugging it off–that would’ve gotten him hurt in the end. A promise of fame and fortune–of security–that had become a noose around his throat.

“Come now, mon cher, smile~! I’m giving you a good night~” He does. Not because he wants to, but because the pull of his contract makes him. A sickening curl of the corners of his mouth that fades only as he steps away. Two hands scrubbing his face to make it stop before he took a breath and pulled on something more–well, not genuine, but at least his.

Didn’t have a choice in the matter, so might as well make the best of it, right?

Slipping around his target like a shark circling prey, he kept in his blind spot, assessing him–what kind of experience he’d want. What he might enjoy. It was easy enough to tell that he was uncomfortable–walls up–maybe that was where he’d start.

Heels clicking on the floor as wings trailed behind him elegantly, he moved in for the kill. Stepping around his other side and making himself known as he bent enough to meet him face to face. No sense in towering over him just to further his discomfort.

[📺] He hadn't been in Hell very long, but this place had definitely thrown him for a loop. He was used to being able to climb the ladder easily, to taking whatever he wanted. No one could stop him!

But down here? It was eye opening.

Vincent never expected to be a small fish in an ocean once again. He was learning very quickly his old tricks didn't work either. If you pissed off the wrong person, they would come after you and make sure you knew not to mess with them. So, he was learning his lessons in his short time in Hell, but he was still a target.

Fresh meat seemed to attract the worst of them, and Vincent didn't yet know how to use his abilities yet. The most he currently could do was shock people. So when some demons came at him out of nowhere, that was exactly what he did. One of them landed a blow to the back of his head, which had rattled him given that his head was a TV.

With a yelp, he stumbles, almost losing his footing. The group were circling him, trying to surround him as Vincent backs away. "Look...Can we just talk about this?" he laughs nervously, taking a step away from the group, "I mean, you attacked me for no reason!" "We know yar new down here and all, but yar gunna learn how this works." "Yea, yar gunna wish ya did better in life once we're done with ya!"

He had to think quickly or they were going to overtake him. So he tried to push the one that hit him away and ended up shocking the hell out of him. The demon was twitching and writhing underneath his hands and, for a moment, Vincent thought he was doing it. He was going to show he shouldn't be messed with! But his friends didn't seem to appreciate him shocking one of their own.

With another punch to his screen, his face phased in and out and he stumbled away from the one he had been shocking. Ok, it was time to run!

Quickly turning, he takes off down the street, pushing through sinners and trying to throw things in the way of the group that gave chase. He was trying to think of a way out of this. He had never been so overwhelmed before. Not like this. He just needed to outrun them.

Unfortunately for Vincent, he hadn't noticed a couple separate from the group until they popped out of an alley in front of him. He yelps as he runs right into them, the two demons easily picking him up and dragging him into the alleyway. "Wait! WAIT! Stop!" he yells, "HELP!" "Shut up," one growls, "No one's gunna help ya down here." The group laughs as they throw him to the ground and start to beat on him. Feet, hands, and he swears he feels something stab into him, but it's all happening too quickly that he can't register it all.

The resounding slam of the door echoed throughout the halls of the manor, swiftly followed the rapid clacking of talons against polished floors. Stella let out a dramatic groan, fighting to keep her growing ire at bay. She was tempted to throw something but she didn't feel like goring through the trouble of replacing it this time.

She spotted one of the servants. Pringles she believed his name to be. (It wasn't.)

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PART 3

You slowly open your eyes, taking in the room around you. Sunlight streams in full glory from one corner of the room, the batiste curtains fluttering in the wind. You've never seen a bedroom this big. The city's skyline is visible through the window on your front.

Last night was ....unusual. You don't remember much, only vague glimpses. When Ari took you to his place, he insisted on you staying the night because "You can never be too careful doll. The drugs might be still in your system." You didn't really mind his overprotectiveness, especially considering the fact that you fell asleep barely minutes after you sat in his car. You don't remember coming to this bedroom, just a vague haze of being carried in his arms up the stairs.

"You're not as sneaky as you think, Antlers." Vaggie mused offhandedly from her perch by the ebony balcony railings. She didn't need to see who it was to know it was Alastor. The crackle of his passive radio noises kinda gave him away.

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// Cheating on a spouse or significant other. Do not ask me to write cheating scenarios. I will not. I do not want to ever. Yes, it is incredibly common in real life, but I do not want to engage with it in my fiction. Also, this muse is loyal af and if he IS sleeping around or something it's because he's been in an open marriage in a few verses where that is perfectly fine for him to do.