You and Alastor were punctual — per usual. Aside from his impressive body count and iconic radio show, Alastor was also famously known for his old-fashioned mannerisms and being a gentleman.

Alastor parked in front of the Overlord's building, opening the door for you and holding his hand out for you to take.

You smiled and took his hand in your own. He grinned back a you and held his arm out.

Linking it, he led you inside.

"Nervous?" he muttered to you, his voice soft, and barely above a whisper.

"A bit," you whispered back. "Lucifer told me that some of the other Overlords are...assholes," you admitted.

He let out a hushed chuckle, but not too loud, as to not bring in too much attention. "He's not wrong. There are a few I'm...not quite too fond of."

You glanced over to see another Overlord. You immediately recognized him. He was Angel's boss.

What was his name? Vitale? Vangough?

You smiled at the demon. "Hel-"

Alastor's eyes widened and he covered your mouth, quickly leading you away from the other Overlord. "Don't talk to him. Do not talk to him," Alastor told you sternly.

"What? Why?" you asked.

"He's a porn director," Alastor said grimly, practically cringing at the word. (Which, you supposed made sense, him being asexual and all.)

"...oh."

"Ah, there's a lovely darling!" Alastor said, his eyes lighting up as he spotted a tall, skeletal-looking woman. "Rosie, dear! How are you?"

The woman -- now named Rosie -- spun around as Alastor spoke.

"Alastor? Alastor!" she called to him.

"Rosie!"

"Alastor! It's so good to see you, old friend!" Rosie threw her arms around Alastor, holding him in a tight embrace, which he returned eagerly.

You stood there awkwardly, not exactly sure of what to do.

"And who's this?" she gasped in delight. "Are you the new Overlord?"

You smiled at her. "I am! The name's (Y/N), pleasure to meet you Rosie!"

Rosie beamed at you. "(Y/N), pleasure's all mine. I've heard a thing or two about your heroic actions back at the hotel..." she said with a wink.

"Overlords!" a female voice called, stepping into the lobby. She had long grey hair, her complexion matching her hair color. It was pulled back in a tall bun. "Gather in the meeting room, it's time we start."

Rosie gave your hand a tight squeeze. "Ooh you're going to love this!!"

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One hour earlier...

Vox slipped into the limo with his friends, on Velvette's right (as always.)

"Tuh!" she scoffed. "Took you long enough."

Vox rolled his eyes. "You guys are assholes," he grumbled.

"Mmm, you think we don't know that?" Valentino said, blowing out a puff of pink smoke in Vox's face.

Vox coughed. "Watch where you're blowing that shit!" he scolded.

Valentino rolled his eyes and continued drawing smoke from his cigarette.

Both Vox and Velvette coughed as they plugged their noses.

"Val!" Velvette yelled.

The moth demon rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette out the window. "Pussies," he scoffed.

Vox narrowed his eyes at him before Velvette nudged him in the chest with her elbow, giving him a knowing glance.

He huffed and rested his cheek in his hand, glaring out the window. "Fuck my life..." he grumbled.

"'Cause no one else will!" Velvette whispered to him with a smirk.

Vox growled and pushed her away. "Go fuck yourself, Vel."

She scoffed. "You first. Good luck having someone RAIL you."

Vox growled as he continued to stare daggers out the window. "Shut. Up."

"Make me."

"I have an idea," Valentino smirked, lazily throwing his hand up.

Vox looked over at him, slightly intrigued, but hid it. "What?"

Valentino grinned. "How about we make a little bet?"

Vox narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Bet, huh? What kind?"

"Well, let's see...how about this; you manage to land someone...anyone — but it can't be some hooker — you have to have a real, mutual connection with them. Make them head over heels for you."

Vox raised his eyebrow. "What's in it for me?"

Valentino smirked. "We'll leave you alone," he looked at Velvette. "Right?"

Velvette considered, thinking of how funny it'd be to see Vox try this. "Yeah..."

"What if I fail?" he asked.

Valentino smirked. "Then we shall torment you and never let you forget it."

Velvette chuckled.

Valentino went on, "...and to sweeten it up, you'll have to be our slave. For..." he looked at Velvette.

"Six months," she grinned.

Vox nearly lost his composure from that. "Six. Fucking. Months?!"

"Seven," Valentino said. "Count 'em."

"S-seven..." he said to himself. "I don't know Val, who would even be our little guinea pig in all this?"

Velvette and Valentino looked at each other. "That new Overlord."

He looked up at them. "(Y/N)?"

"There's no other," Valentino said with a wolfish smile.

"You want me...to make her fall in love with me?"

Velvette nodded. "If you claim to be so high and mighty — then it should be no problem. Right?"

Vox sighed. "I'm still not sure. I'll have to sleep on this."

Val rolled his eyes. "Well don't sleep on it for too long. Our offer only stands for the next twenty-four hours," he said. "Make a quick decision."

The limo door was opened, being held by Valentino's Fizzarolli-bot, Kitty.

Vox stepped out, straightening his bow tie and remaining his cool composure for the public eye, Velvette and Valentino standing on either side of him.

"This'll give you something to think about during (Y/N)'s little party, now, won't it?" Velvette teased.

Vox rolled his eyes, but truthfully, he knew she was right.

The three of them walked in, looking glamorous and plastic as always.

They all split up their separate ways to talk to each other.

Vox smiled and walked up to Zestial, greeting him.

Zestial bitterly greeted him, making an excuse to break their conversation by speaking with one of Carmilla's daughters.

After waving off to the other Overlord, Vox caught eye of who must've been (Y/N) talking to Rosie and Alastor.

He swallowed.

"God fucking damnit..." he muttered, straightening his bow tie.

(Y/N) was breathtaking.

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A/N: Fanart of Vox in his Overlord outfit drawn by IMTHEREALKACHING ! Thanks for the amazing drawing!! 🥰

Phewwww this chapter should not have taken as long as it did to be written. 😪

Procrastination is real for me.

Anyways~! It is done now! Things are about to take off...

~angie 🥂

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