#imp overlord

Vox

You didnt participate in the big battle against Alastor, you knew better than to tangle on the battlefield with Sinners.

But after the deal was struck, you let Vox have his victory lap. You tagging along as a third wheel, enjoying how excited, bordering manic, the man got after 'beating' Alastor.

You stared at the Red Deer Sinner, Vox having loosely tied him to an office chair with his power cables, forcing him to watch as you and he... ahum, had a roll on the hay, as it were.

Youd take a drag of your cigarette, holding it out to Vox as he plucked it from your small red hand, taking a drag.

You watched him puff smoke from his rib gills, the man envying even shark demon.

"So... what were the terms of the deal, exactly?" You asked as the man got dressed, the man on cloud nine as he strut across the room.

Youd quickly follow, sliding your pants on, not bothering with anything else as you followed after him.

The man answering half heartedly, focused on Alastor.

So, walking over you gripped his head, telling him simply men like Alastor dont just give up. Turning on the charm as you asked surely he'd record such a historic moment.

Vox confessing he had it recorded.

Getting it from twelve different angles.

Hed even turned it into a GIF and set it as his phone background.

The man playing the video, the re wording from his POV

"Let these irrelevant little nobodies run along home, but more importantly, you're not to lay your hands on Charlie Morningstar."

You stood there as Vox's face came back, staribg down at you.

You stood there, paused, turning to look at the illusive 'Radio Demon'.

You didnt have to be a genius to know he was playing a game.

A game Vox was clearly too excited with a taste of victory to even realise he was playing.

"Lay a hand... on her."

You knew deal makers. Contracts.

Technicalities.

You started to laugh. Hard.

Laughing so hard you had to grip his desk to stay upright.

You turned, grinning at the man, straightening up as you wished you had a coat to fix.

"Bravo." You clapped your hands. "You know my man as well as I do."

The man quirked his head, eyes squinting as you walked around the man, tail spinning his chair.

"Oh he might be as smart as I am!" You smiled, walking over to the bed and sliding your shirt and coat on you turned back, not bothering to do them up.

"You dont mind if I go on a bit of a 'villainous monologue' do you my dear? You did get your parade, and movie and Roller-coaster."

Vox just rolled his eyes, blowing smoke as you walked over.

Resting your hands on his shoulders, you smiled.

"You remember the first thing I ever said to you?" You asked, the man.

Vox paused, raising a brow.

"Mmmmm, if I remember correctly, it was something along the lines of 'If I touch you again youd saw my hands off and feed them to me' or some such?"

You just chuckled, gripping his shoulders as the man sat back in his chair.

"Yup." You turned, smirking at Alastor. "And my guess is, our friend here remembers that little detail."

"What?" The man, tilting his head in confusion.

You sighed, smiling at the man, kissing him on the forehead as you slid your hands down to grasp his hips just above his pert rear.

"You are a big toucher baby~" You cooed, squeezing his hips.

Smiling knowingly, you stepped on his chair, the man freezing at how close your foot got to his crotch as you slid onto his large desk.

"Listen up man of mine." You spoke boldly, tail coming up to raise Alastor's gaze to meet your own. "Alastor here knows what hes doing and the princess is his... his key out."

You stood up, smiling as you tilted your head, chuckling softly, your eyes shifting as you thought through all the potential outcomes.

"I'll be damned. Well, I am, but this is something to witness." You mused to yourself.

Vox groaned, slumping back in his chair as he brought himself forwards.

"What are you going on about?!"

The man cried, only for you to turn, pressing your heel to his chest, a flush crossing the man's face as you smiled down at him.

"Alastor here is playing you and doing so very well~" You cooed, tail running across his chin, glancing back at the Radio demon, Alastor glaring at you.

"You dont pick a fight, then immediately surrender and you don't pick your words so carefully."

"Unless you've got a plan." You leaned down, fixing his collar, sitting down as you gripped his chin.

"When I was younger, trying to consolidate my own base on Greed, there were 2 other gangs that I had to contend with. Each of us strong enough that it meant attacking one meant sure destruction by the other."

"So you know what I did?" I hummed, pulling back and crossing your legs. "I gave up."

"I 'surrendered'. Turning myself in to one of them. But also just happened to let out meeting spot leak. So, of course, the other idiot attacks with his full army, while I, having planned for this, just waited."

"And while they tore each other apart, I waited and once they'd bled each other, I swooped in and conquered them both. I won, all because I 'Surrendered'."

You cupped his face, leaning in and biting the edge of his screen, the man smirking, biting his lower lip as he looked back at you.

You glanced back at Alastor, smirking at the man.

"So if I had to guess, Alastor here is either running from an obligation, or hes here to break one. And I'd bet little miss Morningstar has something to do with it."

Vox would pause at that, turning his head and thinking, the man glaring into space, clearing putting things together.

You just kissed his cheek, sliding off the table and strolling around, patting Alastor's cheek.

"Don't worry old man, I won't let him anywhere near Charlie Morningstar. So you'll be with us for a looong, looong time."

Alastor just glared down at you as you pulled back, straightening your attire, pulling another cigarette from your coat youd snap your fingers, a flame appearing before you ignited it.

"Let me know if you need anything, I'm heading back to home base. See you around, Killer~"

...

Youd play a big part of Vox's plan.

You had access to far more resources as while the other Overlords had to pay through biased distributors and smugglers, but for Vox he could buy a variety of goods straight from you.

Not just that but you had an entire cartel of Hellbornes to call on. Plenty of specialists now at his fingertips.

Of course, only through you, you made it clear you were to be kept in the loop.

Though given how close your two were that wasnt too difficult, but still, reassurances and such.

So Vox got to work.

The propaganda was the easiest part, Vox controlling the majority of media on Pride. And with your support he'd get any Hellbornes that hadn't signed up.

But really you were concerned at how limited his mobilisation was.

So you stuck close.

Alastor, of course, kept goading and teasing Vox, but when you entered the room, all of a sudden he was far more careful with his words.

It'd be in Vox's office, you and him going over the supplies he needed, the man growing a taste for Gluttony wine when Alastor would snort, Vox snapping at him.

Alastor going on his speal about how 'Vox relies on others for his power', that would make you laugh.

Laughing your ass off.

Vox, while normally an narcissistic sadist, when you spoke, especially after spotting that detail in the deal, he would listen, eager to hear what you had to say.

And if it screwed over Alastor in some way, well, even better.

You humm, smirking as you walked over, kicking his chair and spinning him.

"That's funny, because Imps, little known fact, but Imps can't own each other like Sinners can. So ya know how I, Hells first Imp Overlord, achieved my status?"

Youd pull out a cigarette, looking between the men as you lit it up, smoking deeply.

Blowing a cloud into Alastor's face, youd humm, walking a little strut.

"I run perhaps the most efficient Cartel in the seven Rings, know how I did it?" You asked, glancing back at Vox as he leaned on an elbow.

"No, tell us how." The man spoke, answering playfully as you looked back at him, winking at the Overlord.

"People. Well, Hellbornes, but still people." You hummed, running your clawed hand along Alastor's throat. "People are... complex, but you know what your doing, well, It's all a game."

"Imps. My People. They... aren't too different from Sinners, but so much easier."

"I love my people. My Imps crave purpose, and Ive given them just that. A purpose outside of the Sins, or the Bluebloods. Each Imp is loyal to his kind."

You smiled, walking up to Alastor.

"So Tell me, Al, how is relying on others a weakness?"

Youd walk over, sharing your smoke with Vox.

"Oh but you, your soooo strong, right? That's why you got your ass beat by Adam and had to have Lucifer swoop in and save that raggedy hotel, right?"

Alastor glared at you, you just smirking wide as you took your cigarette back from Vox, grabbing him and kissing him hard, sharing smoke before you pulled back.

Breathing your cloud of smoke into each others faces, youd pull back, renovation your collar as you smirked at the man.

"I suppose turning yourself over wasnt the worst thing you could have done. Stupid but not, take on an arch angel alone stupid."

You kissed Vox again, this time hot and heavy, pulling back as you gripped his... not chin, but the bottom of his screen.

"So just remember, next time this old fucker tries spouting some bullshit... well, hes full of shit. Man ain't even half as Impressive as you, now is he~?"

You purred, Vox smirking wide as you turned, walking around to Alastor.

"I can't help but wonder if this was how you imagined this going~"

You smirked as the man just glared at you, Alastor holding his tongue as you pulled your blessed revolver.

Youd force it into his mouth, leaning in, expression deathly cold.

"If it were up to me... I'd kill you right now..."

You pulled the hammer back on the pistol, staring him down, the smallest flickering of fear crossing the man's face, you smirking as you pressed your revolver in deep.

A long moment passing before pulling your pistol back.

"Scaring an Overlord. Ill take the victory."

You glance back at Vox, telling him simply.

"Now, if I were you, I'd slit his throat now and here, but that's up to you my dear."

Youd drag your tail across his throat, stretching your back, glancing back at him.

"I'm off, let me know if the putz says any more bullshit, I'd loooove to tell him to go fuck himself."

You winked at Vox, the man smirking at you as you left, the man sending you a string of loving messages as you walked out of the building.

Youd stay close to the man as he worked towards godhood, and unlike our own timeline, you werent scared to smack some sense into him, placating Val and Velvette, effectively acting as a muzzle for Alastors bullshit.

Anytime the man felt the need to talk shit, you were happy to refute him, putting Vox up on a pedestal.

Really, you were playing the system.

The Vees were primed and ready for Godhood. You eager to tag along.

In those private moments between you and Vox, you playing up his ego, steadying his mentality, bringing him back to reality, you made it clear you intended to conquered the rest of Hell.

Vox agreeing, the man growing more ravenous in your... ahem, 'intimate encounters', Vox coming to trust in you more and more as you worked behind the scenes.

Eventually it'd come to the final gathering.

This time youd have major influence over him.

With a smirk, youd convinve him to give you control over Alastor, convincing him you could sentence him to a fate worse than death, and after promising to let him watch Vox's ascendancy, you did.

It was a concrete room.

Only a few foot by a few foot.

Though unlike a regular cell, youd have a cage.

You actually made it soms time ago, solid steel for regular Sinners, then each and every inch of said steel was marked and imbued with magic and runes.

Once locked inside hed be stuck. Contract or no, no magic could escape.

Youd confess it was originally designed to hold a Goetia, though you wouldn't get the chance to test it on one, but using it on Alastor would be a fine compromise.

So there he was, sat in a custom chair, strapped down, but you didnt leave him without some entertainment.

A television.

It was the only connection to the outside world, and as they laid fresh concrete around his cage you made it clear that even if his deal was broken, hed be trapped there for all eternity.

The man actually looking terrified for a brief moment before the final layer of concrete was laid down.

The man was buried deep beneath your turf, you having dug deep for just such an occasion, Alastor a footnote in the history of Hell.

Youd keep close to Vox after that, the celebrations coming through with you meeting and mingling with the other Overlords, you keeping Vox in line, the other Vees on far better terms.

You'd allow Charlie Morningstar to attend, though things would be far different, with the two of them kept far apart, Vox speaking to her through screens at most.

She was very directly isolated from Vox, you literally threatening to saw Vox Into little bits if he so much as breathed in her.

So things would go how he wanted.

As for Baxter... well, unlike Vox, you kept tabs on his employees, and his joining the hotel, well, you prepared for that.

Allowing him to enter Vee tower, making him think he was in control, only to ambush him at the server itself, blocking access, your troops swarming both the server room and Val's office.

Youd recieve word both Baxter and Nifty were... dealt with.

Than Husker and Cherri, while putting up a good fight, wouldn't last. Charlie's plan falling apart.

Youd ride the high as Charlie tried to keep things together, only for it to fail, your own 'security' escorting her out of the party as Vox kept his prestige, eagerly keeping up his victory parade.

Things went all your way, that is until Pentious forced his message into Hells media.

But well, you had a plan for everything.

And so, activating an EMP device you had all set up, youd shut down Pride's media in a single blow, cutting off all media.

Better no media than to listen to Heaven's propaganda.

And that's how the rest of Pride would view it.

Heaven propaganda, a last desperate gasp to subjugate Hell yet again.

A temporary setback before Vox regained control, all of Pride falling under his sway.

He didnt like you controlling such a weapon without letting him knos, but hed concede it worked out, Vox regaining control, Heaven... failing to catch Hells citizens.

Vox... won.

Heaven put up a fight, but 'The Might of Lilith' decimating much of Heavens armies and infrastructure.

Eventually your collective armies would occupy heaven and after much combat and dead Sinners and Hellbornes alike, he did it.

You did it.

Vox conquering Heavan and Hell, the man achieving Godhood as heaven Fell into line, you and the Vees all reacieveing your splendour.

Though Vox would seat himself as a new God, you would secure a very comfortable spot at his side, the Vees... less so, still something of an unholy trinity but they'd eventually come to accept it.

Now with Vox as a God, hed back your conquest of the rest of Hell, you personally slaying the Sins, the Goetia rounded up and slaughtered or enslaved.

Vox controlling Pride and Heaven, assigning you to govern the rest of Hell and while you kept some independence, you were Vox's most trusted concubine, the other Vees lesser Gods in his 'unholy trinity'.

You being his favourite servant, Hell falling to you and Impkind, you ruling as a king beneath him.

It always sitting in the back of his mind that he never would have gotten there without your help.

Velvette

"Fuck, these materials are sooo fucking good, I looove thise one, it feels smoother than silk~"

Velvette gushed over the silks and cloth you had brought up from Greed and Wrath.

You always provided the best for your Gal.

She was your go to seamstress after all.

And while you certainly had a wide wardrobe, consisting of a varied selection of suits and outfits, the bulk created by Hellbornes, you couldn't deny Velvette's skill.

She made countless suits for your smaller form, the woman eager to work on a Hellborne such as yourself, especially with a large selection of Materials imported straight from the rest of Hell, Velvette always eager to feel you up.

She was quite proud of the line she created, the woman even having you model them.

And while initially hesitant to play mannequin, youd give in, you having a photo shoot for the woman's 'Hellish Native Line' her socials going crazy as you just appreciated your exclusive outfits she'd made for you.

Plus you didnt mind an excuse to have Velvette feel you up for several hours.

You and the woman would have a deeply playful relationship, snarky and sarcastic, always knowing it was in good fun.

Velvette, like all the Vees had very high standards, you being her model for anything was quite the 'honour'.

But you were a refreshing challenge, you having standards even higher than her own.

So she saw you as a challenge. A personal project to prove she could impress you.

And that's kind of how your relationship worked.

It was a constant back and forth, teasing and playfully critiquing her while she tore down your own fashion sense. Velvette happy to have someone to spar verbally with.

And you had quite the love life.

The Vees would of course screw around with each other, but it was mostly the 'Vox & Val' show when it came to that.

But you, you were aaaaalllll hers, her 'side piece' as she affectionately called you.

You would provide the woman with exclusive and rare materials from the other Rings, giving her outfits another level of exclusivity and prestige no other seamstress could claim.

And in return you got a wide selection of suits and outfits for yourself, the woman also making a select line of suits for your close friends and followers.

It was something of a back and forth, you and her giving and receiving.

But you could also be quite romantic. Loving if either of you used such a word.

Youd often cook her dinner, it was never extravagant, such decadence went against your public image. But you could cook, one of your best skills.

And while she was normally a total snob, she could appreciate your cooking, it having a certain... ruggish charm, hearty yet refined in a humble way.

You cooked well, food tasty yet not extravagant.

Plus she found how capable you were extremely attractive. Mixed with your intelligence and sharp wit, you were the total package for the woman.

Of course, Velvette practically lived online, basically running the Vees social media presence.

You... were a private person. Especially after becoming an Overlord.

Meticulously controlling your image, and Velvette understood that, but she still had a bad habit of posting in private moments, or posting without thinking.

It'd be one night, Velvette relaxing at your place, dressing in only a robe as she did her makeup, choosing between thr wigs she kept at the Make-up station you had built just for her.

She'd tell you about Vox's plan, the woman often bitching about the other Vees when at your place, knowing it was a black spot in Vox's network, meaning total privacy.

So she often vented to you about her utter frustration she felt working with 'the piss baby and the Flat faced prick' as she called them so often.

She would of course join the plot, she'd have to be a fool not to and well, you dont split up the band in the middle of a tour.

Youd of course offer some help, for a price, Velvette loving that about you, her darling little Imp, but a bastard above all~

Though you did make it clear you were getting involved for her, partly, you did wanna get in on a power play at Godhood, bit made it clear if they screwed her over, well then youd step in.

The woman squealing with laughter at the idea of needing to be protected but would smile, sharing a kiss with you.

Vel would bring you into the inner fold after that, speaking you up and while Vox hated his lack of influence over you, hed accept your entrance into the plot, your resources put behind his plot.

Of course you were only there for Velvette.

The two of you only growing closer as you helped her, the woman in turn helping with your own propaganda campaigns, though unlike hers, yours was far more hands on.

Your image was that of an 'Imp of the people', often visiting your operations, speaking with your underlings, lots of positive reinforcement and philosophical speeches, always trying to 'raise your Fellow Imps up'.

Velvette would catch a glimpse of some of that and while she didnt agree with your methods, your results were undeniable.

Your near fanatical following made her envious, though the amount of work you had to put in, she quickly got over it.

They fucking worshipped you and you barely even had a social media account.

But you still helped with the plan, publicly standing by the Vees which massively swelled the Vees support in both Hellbornes and the Sinners that live under your watch.

You didnt sing, but was encouraging to the other Overlords, proud that you could stand amongst some of the most powerful beings in Hell, especially with Velvette in the frame.

Youd notice how egotistical Vox was growing, noticing how easily Alastor was fucking with him.

Of course you wouldn't stop him or anything. It wasnt your job, but you did point it out to Velvette, the girl finding it entertaining.

At that point you were just in it for Velvette.

Providing her with all the materials or manpower she asked for.

The Might of Lilith was quite the weapon, and of course you immediately started wondering how you could create your own, wondering if you had to have Lucifer or if you could get away with it with Goetia or other demons.

It'd be as Vel and Val became more frustrated with Vox, you stepping in, offering that emotional support for Vel and Val, Velvette in particular spent more and more time in your Turf, the woman relaxing in your room.

Or, well, releasing her frustrations in your room.

Much of that being in your bed~

When it became clear Vox was prioritising himself youd have a chat with Velvette. The two of you curled up in bed.

"I know guys like Vox, a taste of Godhood... I dont trust him. He tried anything, tries to screw you or if it comes down to him or you... I'll put him down. Then we'll go from there."

Velvette laughed, thr woman gripping her phone as she giggled, wiping her eyes as she leaned forwards, smiling at you.

"Well I doubt the Vees will crumble so easily, even if Vox is a dickhead, but I appreciate the support, my daring little Devil~"

She mused, kissing you.

Things moved quickly after that, The gathering of Overlords was an interesting chance to socialise with other Overlords, flexing your status which was nice.

Being recognised for your hard work.

Of course unlike Vox, you kept an eye on the Hazbin Hotel, and spotting the Voxtec employee spend all his time there, you considered that going rogue.

So you kept an eye out for said man, and sure enough, he slipped into the building.

This time however youd accompany Velvette away from the party, finding Baxter and Nifty easily, your men quickly surrounding them.

They were slaughtered easily, but you got your shot off, killing Baxter.

Things would move quickly from there, Vox losing his shit with the Canon.

Youd be knocked out, just managing to survive, Velvette and Val still rocking Vox's shit, but Velvette would want to stay by your side, especially upon realising Valentino's wings were damaged, she stayed with you.

Holding you as Emily began her song, and as you came too, smiling up at her, she kissed you, telling you she'd be right back.

Youd watch them contain the Canon's explosion, you agreeing to ignore the events of the night forever, sharing a joke with Velvette.

You... werent too perturbed by Sir Pentious' message.

I mean, your power came from Hellbornes and Hellborne pride, so having less Sinners around... was actually good for you.

You wishing Charlie Morningstar good luck, turning and heading back with Velvette.

Valentino would take on the face role of the Vees, you however would step in, handling much of the busy work, still maintaining your own independent kingdom, but would acquire more power and influence through the Vees networks.

You and Velvette growing closer and more intimate, Valentino growing jealous but Vel wasnt scared to shut him down.