#double ask

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The Refused Deal.

So Sinner Reader had already dealt with the Vees before he ever was keyed a room at the hotel by Verosika and was apart of the Hotel crew & Met Adam.

Its kinda why Verosika even states she needed somewhere safe for him to stay because she doesn't want anyone trying to trick him for his soul because he has a really good voice amd musical talent.

When Sinner Reader first arrived to hell, like all new hell souls....

He didn't have shit.

But he managed to find a busted up gutair being thrown out in a back alley somewhere and Pride and he ended up fixing it up. It wasn't hardly anything, to others a complete wait of time.

But to you?

It was everything.

It was a comfort.

You traveled around Pride city with nothing but the clothes on your back and that fixed busted up guitar. Stopping only when it hurt to move anymore on your hooves and you had a nice little spot that was well maybe 40% safe for the night. Instead of whining and complaining about the lack of things you had in your afterlife, You would comfort yourself by playing on that busted up gutair.

Putting your soul into your music allowing your own talents comfort yourself.

In those harder times, playing just made you feel good, and surprisingly every time you played a group of sinners or hellborn would for some reason form around you.

You didn't understand why at first.

But you were greatful to anyone who tossed a couple coins your way and what not.

It was a hellborn who had a struggling bar and diner who offered you a job to perform on one night a week. The cash wasn't much but it was something you eagerly accepted.

You had arrived there early, used the bathroom to clean up the best you could and waltz out of the their diners bathroom ready to preform when the owners wife flat out stopped you.

"You can't go up that stage looking thin as bone." She declared amd made you sit down at a booth and wait as the Imp woman went back fixed you up a plate and brought it back for you to eat.

"Gotta make sure you play good." She simply declared as you stared at the plate nearly drooling ears flapping and what shocked her was how brightly you smiled at her im genuine thanks.

"Thank you ma'am." You had declared before digging into your plate, and for some reason, she sat down and spent the tome it took you to clear your plate to talk with you.

You had been well mannered, Far more than anyone sinner shes seen, more than even those self posh ones that thought they were.

Nearly everything from you was 'Yes ma'am,' 'No ma'am' 'of course, ma'am'.

The kind of manners that only came from good raising and she had to tip her head at your Moma for that.

The other that suprised the two owners were how you asked to clean your own plate, and ended up doing the other dishes because you had time before you were to play, and you wanted to show your respects for the meal.

Then they both had watched you hit that stage and it was like watching you transform into something else, something new. Someone fully true to themselves.

And the crowd there and started coming in, felt it too. Your music was able to touch crowds and make them feel everything in a moment of a song.

Your music offered healing to ones soul.

Your first night at the diner playing had soon become you playing nearly every night, with or without pay from the owners simply because you liked to play and well the crowds did throw a coin your way time to time.

Soon the influx of folks coming to eat at the diner had overwhelmed the owners, the volume was simply too high for them and their small staff to handle. So when they sat down with you ome night feeding you a meal, you were stunned when they told you they wanted you to play less at their diner.

Yet it was the Imp woman who slide a envelope of your weeks pay with some extra and a note pad of other business they were closed too.

"You really got something in you." She said to you making you look at her with wide eyes and perked up ears.

"Something that no one down here as ever seen before, and kiddo you gotta get out there."

You had looked at the notepad, a list of hellborn ran businesses that wanted you to book nights with them to play. You had ended up hugging that woman before you left, promising her you would come back every so often so that she could see you okay and well.

There wasn't any doubts that you wouldn't keep that word.

"Stay good, honey."

You would rotate between those businesses, playing for them brought you a decent revenue to get you a small ran down apartment. But it was yours, and with a few more gigs you were able to buy you a second handed cheap set up from hellborn ran shops. As they were the ones to raise you up from the streets and the ones you silently swore loyalty towards. You started making your own music at home and uploading your songs on Helltube. Not to be confused with Voxtube.

It didn't take long before your account, You, had caught traction. You caught fans and followers, folks that wanted to hear you play and a few that sent a few bucks to your Hellmo.

With that money you got a brand new gutair, hanging up your starting one up on your ran down apartments wall. You got more focused on making your own songs and music, performing gigs as a side.

You had gotten traction.

Even some popularity.

You had gotten a name.

You had public affection and admiration.

A untapped resource of influence potential.

Something that caught Voxs attention and equally his wants to having you under him. Someone of your talents could reach a uncaptured category he and the Vees struggled to ahold.

So he had sent his offer, a deal in guise, chains hidden underneath polite formal words of a chance of promised dream. One you had read over and over, one that had enticed you and had you walking to the Vees tower for the offers invitation to a one on Three interview.

Yet

There was suspicion, After all if something seemed way to good to be true,

Well....Then theres a chance its horse shit.

You figured you go inside, hear them out, and then afterwards accept or decline or even ask for an extended time period to think everything over. What the Vees had offered seemed to be like a dream....even if it was over the top with how they promised how much you could cash in almost immediately.

But you never made it to that meeting.

Instead, om the way you heard a woman swearing, causing you to turn back and see a Succubus whose heel was stuck in a drainage grate and her leg was at such an odd angle if she moved it, you feared she might break her ankle.

You jad moved to her, unlike the crowd that moved around her with annoyed snarls and grumbles.

"Here miss, let me help." You jad offered kindly causing the woman to look at you a snarl on her own face as she had thought you were gonna pull something on her. But when she saw you get on your knees to actually gently help get her foot free from her heel and access that, yea, her heel was fucking gone....No way it was coming out. The snarl lost from her face.

"Fucking of course! I Have to be somewhere and traffic so fucking full no way a ride is going to be possible!" She snapped, not at you, but her unfortunate situation as she leaned against a building keeping her foot up.

You didnt blame her about not wanting to walk barefooted....Hell was well....Full of shit that could easily stab or slice through a a soft foot. Its why you were so grateful to have hard and solid hooves.

"Where do you have to be?" You had asked the woman curiously making her look over you with her pink eyes.

"Over By Babylon street. The dick shaped building." She stated blankly and you had let out a laugh as you had infact know the building, you seen it on your first few months of roaming and traveling. Sliding your gutair case to the front of you you turned your back to her crouching slightly.

"Well i dont really have anywhere important sides some meeting at V tower i was iffy on going, But I can carry you over that way." You had told her.

Viroska had hesitated, it wasnt everyday a sinner offered help and well....You were a man. Yet for some reason, she felt safe enough to trust you as she climbed onto your back and you stood shifting her in a better position moving an arm behind you and under her to hid her ass that her too short of a skirt was revealing. Shifting your gutair case to the side of you, you began to walk towards the building she had to go.

"You play?" She asked, starting up casual conversation to keep the fact she had to be carried from being awkward.

"Oh yea a little bit, it keeps me out of trouble I think." You said lightly and it caused her to smile.

"Not if its getting you to go to V tower. That place is filled of trouble." Viroska had stated and when you asked why, she went into rants about it completely.

That by the time you got her to the building she was supposed to be, she didnt realized how quickly you managed to walk five blocks carrying her without a single complaint or any exception as you were good to wave bye and leave.

"Sounds like i missed a bullet." You had laughed as you got her balanced on her own weight in front of the building.

"Yeah...You really did....Just cause you stopped to help me.." Viroska spoke softly as she took in the direct cause that had saved your soul.

"Hey...Do You Really play that good?"

A question, The question.

The one that had you shrugging with a nod and a bright smile, one she saw that did not belong down here. The question that had you following her into the building, into her studio and playing as a back up.

The Question that had you staying with her and her crew, keeping your soul safe and far from the Vees.

And yeah.

You were, Really that good.

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You had told Adam that tale a few times, when nostalgia kinda hit you. He liked it, holding you on the studios love seat as you leaned back into him softly strumming on that old gutair you first started in hell with.

The one Viroska had fully refurbished and Repaired that hung up in the main studios walls woth your signature along it.

Just the both of you relaxing into each other, listening to you softly play for the both of you.

On the coffee table beside you was Adam's tablet, that was lowly dimmed as it was starting to shut off with another email, another invitation, another trap under a guise just for him, From the Vees. The hundredth one that been blowing up recently in Adams Inbox, and now again in yours. Because they knew if they could sink their claws into one of you, the other would follow. Yet unfortunately for the vees, it was just,

Another trap that will miss its catch.

"Well fuck the Vees.." Adam would whisper towards you making you lean your head backwards into him to catch his eyes a smile on your face as his lips pressed against your foreheads skin.

"Yea fuck the vees."

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Not at all, Like us.

If any article had ever realsed from the Vee tower that ever tried to draw lines of comparison of Sinner!Readers & Adams relationship and Vox and Valentinos Relationship.

The two would absolutely be jaw slacked and then holler with laughter. Cause who ever wrote that article had to be super fucking stupid.

The fire of jokes and memes that would hit their socail pages, on Hellergram and Succker would go crazyyyy.

EXHeavensDickMaster;

'Which ever one of you fuckers who said we are like the Vees, Im coming to shit in your left shoe.'

'My bad for missing those gross fucks during the exterminations. Really fucked up there 😬.'

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TheGreatestEverBeen:

'Look guys....Were not mad, but someone is definitely grounded.'

'But like....The Vees? Really? I thought we be more like that clown dude with the lust Sin than anything.....Do I need to start calling Adam Big Daddy on stage now? 😅😢'

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|_ Reblogged by EXHeavensDickMaster.

'Fuck Yea you do. Im so fucking down for that.'

'What about you freaky fucks think?'

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In all seriousness, No one is going to be taking that comparison seriously. if anything its going to become a old long running joke between them and their fans.

"Y'all remember when someone hated us so much they compared us to the absolute Horror shit show the Vees are?????? Wild times, Wild times. May there pillows be hot forever."