V Tower
Sitting at the conference table the Vees use for general discussions, Vox sat at the head of the oval table with his elbows resting on the table; he idly tapped his fingers together as he stewed over his thoughts. His attempts of spying on the hotel belonging to one Charlie Morningstar, was met with little to no success.
One would think twice about spying on the actual daughter of Lucifer himself would warrant one to think twice before doing any shady business within reach of the princess, but that was why Vox made sure to use his flying drones to keep a good distance from the hotel.
However, whenever any of his drones got within good distance to record any meaningful footage of what went on over at the hotel, Vox's drones were shot out of the sky indiscriminately by some anti-air defenses that the princes of hell had stationed around and atop her hotel.
Which was surprising to say the least, cause the last time Vox checked, Charlie Morningstar wasn't the sort to have such measures installed for such a run down looking hotel.
Thus, that led to the next reasoning, that little Miss Morningstar had hired someone for security detail.
Cause why not? By Vox's line of reasoning, Hell and all it encompassed collecting the worst of humanity upon their death, was practically an anarchistic state in all but name. If Lucifer himself actually ran the show of Pride Ring, Vox was sure things might have been different; but as things were with him not actually ruling all of hell as one might think compared to how stories spoke of him, it was mostly up to a pseudo-warlord fashioned state of affairs.
The warlords being the overlord mind you, but that was just taking the piss on being more accurate if you really wanted to.
Tapping his fingers more against each other, Vox let out an annoyed huff as he continued to mull over his thoughts.
Doing some more digging, and observing from afar…at a more safe distance…, he put some pieces together and found that one of the occupants of the hotel was Miss Morningstar's security detail.
One Joshua Graham. The very same sinner that worked occasionally for Miss Carmine.
Not to mention the fact that after doing some surveillance on the guy whenever he left the hotel, and looking over the footage later, he saw the burnt sinner chat with one particular Overlord.
Fucking Alastor.
Vox stared off into the distance as his thoughts lead to that particular rabbit hole, his face on his flat-screen TV head simmered with rage. It was hard to keep any good surveillance on that fucker, and he was back in the public eye after seven years.
Granted, seven years wasn't that long, but it did feel like it when the radio demon himself lived rent free in your mind, making you wonder what the damn fucker was up to during the seven year long disappearance.
Vox's eyes trailed to the side as he continued to dwell on his thoughts. Something big was going down at the Hotel, and it wasn't just the princess's attempt to welcome sinners to the hotel in some vain attempt for redemption into heaven.
A ridiculous notion, to be sure. If it were so easy for a second chance into heaven, then there'd be no need for exterminations.
'Feh. enough with these thoughts…this is getting me nowhere.' Vox mentally groused as his face made an annoyed expression. He leaned back off from the oval conference table to sit back in his chair and rest his arms on the armrests of the office chair he sat in.
Before Vox could do anymore reflecting on his personal matters of trying to make sense of what was going on over at the Hazbin Hotel, and hell at large, the door to the conference room hissed open as his fellow Vees let themselves in.
…oh right.
Vox took his Vphone out to check the time, and caught that it was around that time the three of them were supposed to discuss matters of importance to the V company. He was so busy mulling over his thoughts, time had slipped past him.
Pocketing his phone back into his coat pocket as Velvette and Valentino headed over to the table, Vox noticed Val was muttering angry noises with his fists clenched and down by his sides whilst Vel was furiously swiping through her phone as she barely paid any attention to her surroundings.
Vox could not help but lift a brow on his screen face at the two's behavior. "I see I'm not the only one upset by something…" he mused with some grouch to his voice.
"Fuck off." Valentino spoke back in his own grouchy tone as he found a chair for himself to sit down on, "I am not in the mood for this shit right now!" he spat in anger, and sat back with his arms crossed.
Vox made a glance over at Velvette, and saw that she had stopped walking to focus on swiping on her phone. "Vel?" he asked to get her attention.
Velvette let out an exhausted sound of annoyance as she pocketed her phone, "Fine fine." she muttered as she made way for one of the chairs as well, and sat down.
Vox glanced between the two with a modicum of curiosity, before voicing his concerns, "Gonna take a wild guess that whatever is bothering you two, it involves around a particular hotel and its occupants…cause it feels like it…" he remarked with a dour look on his face screen.
Valentino was the first to speak after Vox as he slammed his fists down onto the table, "That fucking whore of mine moved out, and now he's living over at that hotel!" He complained with a snarl.
Giving the porn star director a flat look, Vox voiced his thoughts, "And…which whore do you speak of, Val? You got more porn stars and whores that I know to care about." he remarked with a cynical look.
Valentino gripped at the air with a furious face, "Angel Dust! Fucking twink ass bastard left me to live over at that bullshit hotel!" he snarled some more with a sneer of anger.
Vox leaned forward a bit to rest his forearms on the table, and idly tapped the table while giving Valentino a look, "You still have him under contract, right? I don't see the problem here." he remarked with a deadpan look.
Valentino sputtered and bit his lip as he tried to think up a reason to be more mad at what Vox was questioning him about, only to find none after realizing he still owned Angel Dust.
Deciding to add her own two cents on the matter, Velvette spoke up with a sarcastic tone as she leaned back in her chair, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you missed having your bitch in bed with you." she teased with a wrathful smirk.
"No!" Valentino finally protested as he clenched his fists down against the table, and glared heatedly over at Velvette, "I'm pissed that Angel isn't here, so that I can control him! It's how the contract works. So long as I have him here, I can do whatever I want with him!" he explained, and made a flippant gesture with his hand to the side, "But since he moved, I can't have my bottom bitch by my side at all times!"
Vox blinked a few times, before letting that bit of information register, "I…was not aware you used that sort of hierarchy amongst your whores…" he remarked with an intrigued look.
In response to Vox's comment, Valentino looked over at Vox with a confused expression, "Hierarchy? Who said anything about hierarchy?" he questioned with an annoyed look, "He's a bottom, and one of my bitches, end of story!"
Crossing her arms out of boredom, Velvette spoke up once again, "Aside from the lover's quarrel we got going on here, can we just move on to the topic of discussion?" she asked with an annoyed look.
"Fuck you Vel!" Valentino spat out with anger laced into his tone, he pointedly looked in her direction, "I"m just trying to lay down the fact that one of my best pornstars up and left me!"
Velvette simply returned Valentino's expressive anger directed at her with an amused look, "He still comes back for work though, right?" she asked.
"Phf…yeah!" Valentino answered her, rolled his eyes behind his heart shades, and crossed his arms with a repressed scowl. "But he never stays around after work!" he complained.
Vox, letting his opinion be known on the matter, spoke up to finally settle the matter, "Val, I think it's best you just let this slide, after-all, we have an image to maintain to the public eye. Last thing we need is you going to that hotel Angel is staying at, and attempt to shoot the place up." he remarked with a candid tone.
"The fuck that's supposed to mean!?" Valentino asked with an angered look directed at Vox, "I'll go over there right now, if I have to!"
"...yeah, about that…" Vox answered Valentino with simmering rage forming on his face, "The hotel will unfortunately be off limits…to a certain degree…"
"Oh yeah?" Velvette asked, shocked that Vox would say such a thing. She gave Vox a curious look, "Why's that?" she asked.
Vox steepled his fingers together as he glanced between his fellow compatriot Vees. "A…certain-" Vox did his best to retrain his seething anger, and let out a heated tone instead as he continued to speak, "Radio Demon is back and now resides at the Hazbin hotel…and apparently, Miss Morningstar has hired extra security detail as well."
"..." Both Valentino and Velvette were unsure what to say. It was one thing to have an overlord on your side, but to have extra support in the form of some security, one would have to start questioning how big and important the hotel really was.
"Vel." Vox spoke up, breaking the two out of their thoughts, he pointedly looked at her with a focused expression, "Aside from Val's…bitch problem-"
"Fuck off!" Valentino retorted with a grouchy tone, "I'll make Angel Dust work extra hard next time!" he ranted.
"Anyways…Vel, what has our social media's feed been panning out?" Vox asked Velvette as he idly tapped his fingers into each other.
"Guh…" Velvette rolled her eyes up in exasperation, and sat forward to rest her palms down against the table, "I swear, If I see one more post shared about angels and massive gangs going after one man, I'll fucking dismember one of my girls just to blow off some steam!" She threw her arms up in anger, "No one's even commenting on my posts for next week's fashion show, all everyone ever talks about is the increasing violence in gun fights, Carmine's newest brand of guns, or some asinine talk of asking if redemption is real!"
"...uh…run that by me again?" Vox deadpanned at Velvette as he unfolded his hands away from each other to rest them face down on the table, "The first part, everything else seems like the norm for…well…Hell…" he remarked with an unamused look.
Velvette huffed with anger as she gave Vox the stink eye, "Are you fucking for real? Have you seen the posts lately? You'd think everyone decided to let their inner American spirit out, and shoot at each other…more than usual!"
Vox tapped his finger once more against the table, "I don't keep my face glue to phone all day Vel-"
"Your fucking face is a screen, Vox!" Velvette retorted with an incredulous look, "So don't give me that bogus shit!" she ranted.
"As I was saying." Vox gritted out with annoyance, while shooting Velvette a glowering look, "I have a business to run, and unlike you, I don't pay much attention to my social media feed. It's what I have my interns for."
At the mention of interns, Valentino gave Vox a weird look, "You got interns?" he asked with a confused look.
Vox looked back at Valentino, "Interns, Val, are the same as slaves, you don't pay them for their work." he explained, to which he got a look of amusement from Valentino.
Velvette then spoke up after Vox was finished speaking, "So…what's your game plan? You think it all centers back to that Hasit's whatever thing of little miss princess of hell's pet project?" she asked of Vox as she sat back in her chair with her arms crossed.
Vox glanced over at Velvette with a thoughtful look, "That's what I am going to assume, but we have no way of getting any of my spy drones anywhere near that place." he spoke back to her.
Valentino made a thoughtful hum, before speaking up, "Well…we could send someone as an informant there." he suggested with a careless shrug.
"Yes, that's what I was thinking of not too long ago before the meeting…" Vox remarked with a furrow brow of interest, "But we need someone that has enough influence that Miss Morningstar wouldn't turn away."
"Don't you mean, someone that Alastor would think twice about laying a finger on?" Valentino asked with a smirk at Vox's expense.
With a dry look, Vox glanced in Valentino's direction, "Something…of the sorts…granted-" Vox pauses in thought as he looks to the side, before looking back towards Valentino, "Actually, no. We need someone with more weight in power…someone like-" Vox then looked over at Velvette, who returned his look her way with a questioning gaze.
"What?" Velvette questioned with a pointed look at Vox, before realizing what the Flat screen headed overlord was insinuating, "OH piss off!" she spat as she stood up and pointed at Vox. "I am not stepping one damn foot in that shitty rundown place!"
Vox, undeterred by Velvette's denial, shrugged off her protest, "Look, I'll level with you Vel, you're the only one among us that has nothing going on most of the day-"
"The fuck I do!" Velvette yelled back as she slammed her palms down onto the table, and glared at Vox, "Last I checked, I'm the one pulling the weight in managing the company's social media." She listed off with her index finger, then listed off the next with another finger out, "And not just that, I have a fashion show to run!"
"Quite so…every once a month." Vox pointed out with a smirk, "Face it Vel, you out of the three of us, have the most available time to spy on the hotel from the inside. And besides, you can run the company's social media through your phone." he added.
Velvette gnashed her teeth, as she wanted to protest, before speaking up once more, "What's in it for me, if I do decide to do this?" she asked with a bitter look on her face.
"Who said you had a choice?" Vox questioned Velvette with a growing smirk as he steepled his fingers together, "It's either this, or I show your followers photos of before you were an overlord. A few nice photos of some raggedy looking girl before I picked her off the streets." Vox then gained a dark nasty smirk, as he tipped his head forward while still looking at Velvette, "And as an added bonus, I have some nice recorded videos of you in…less than desirable clothes that you'd hate to be seen in."
"...You don't have the balls…" Velvette glowered at Vox with seething rage, "I helped you and this company, and now you're black mailing me?" she shrieked with disbelief.
Vox leaned back and shrugged at Velvette, "Sorry Vel, but I had this sort of thing saved for a rainy day, and I'm glad I did!" he chortled a bit at Velvette's expense.
Velvette slid her hands off from the table and clenched them at her sides as she glowered at Vox, "Fuck! Fine!" she grouses.
"Terrific!" Vox remarked with a cheerful tone, before giving Velvette a stern stare, "Now pack your bags, you're moving out."
Hazbin Hotel
"Oi!" Velvette said with annoyance and anger, after getting the door slammed in her face. From the inside of the hotel, she could hear Charlie Morningstar yell out 'Vaggie'.
"Fuck! I knew this was a stupid idea!" Velvette griped to herself as she reached up to bang on the door once more, only to halt her fist in midair from knocking on the door as the door opened once more, and lo and behold stood little miss…well little wasn't accurate seeing as how Charlie Morningstar stood over her by at least a head's worth, making her eyes look up to see the princess look down at her with a cheerful smile.
"Weclome!" Charlie greeted Velvette warmly, before making an awkward expressive smile, "Um…Can I help you?"
"...Yeah…" Velvette answered with an annoyed sigh as she crossed her arms and tapped her feet, "I'm looking to shack up in this…place of yours…" gone went unsaid of her attempt of refraining herself from calling the place a shithole, less she lose any goodwill with the princess.
"Oh!" Charlie remarked with an excited look, "Um…are you here for help into heaven…or…" she nervously looked at Velvette with a questioning look. "I mean, aren't you an overlord or something?" she asked afterwards with a confused look. "I mean…" she then smiled afterward with an impressed look, "I'm all for helping an overlord as well, and it'd help the hotel immensely as well if we can redeem an overlord into heaven." she began to gush at the idea of how popular the hotel would be.
Resisting the urge to gawk in disbelief at Charlie, Velvette instead glowered up at the princess, "Fucking 'ell princess, I'm a fucking-"
"Spy?" Alastor suddenly asked as he coalesced into existence from the shadows behind Velvette, he smiled broadly down at the female overlord while both women jumped a bit from the sudden intrusion of the Radio Demon into the conversation.
"Gah! Alastor!" Charlie flailed her arms a bit at the sudden surprise appearance of the local overlord of the hotel.
"Oh fuck me!" Velvette shouted with a surprised look as she flung herself up against the nearby wall.
Alastor on the other hand chortled a bit at their expense as he gleamed a shining smile over at Velvette, "No thanks, but let me guess, good ol Vox sent one of his own into our humble abode for some nice little peeping?" he asked with a smirk.
Velvette on the other hand, glanced widely sideways over at Charlie who had her hand over her chest as she worked to calm her breathing down, "Does he always fucking do this?" she asked with an incredulous face.
Charlie had the decency to give Velvette a nervous smile.