#Pride ring

[bones4thecats]

You can do, Andrealphus x wife female imp pregnant reader, https://es.pinterest.com/pin/890657263795703537/, This is the reader 🧊

Andrealphus Having a Pregnant-Imp! S/O

Characters: Andrealphus (Helluva Boss) Requester: 🧊Anon A/N: Short, yet sweet. My favorite mix. Hope you like it too! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Stella being a bitch ⚠️

Disclaimer: I write Andrealphus as being 3-4 years older than Stella

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╚═════ Andrealphus ════════════════════════════╝

🧊 Imps in Hell normally never came from a high-ranking family. Which was normal, as your kind were considered to be the lowest-ranking species in the entire Seven Rings

🧊 But, you were born into the L/N family. A family that surrounded itself not only with the trading-system that the Sinners brought in, but also with the royals of Hell

🧊 At a young age, you were set to marry a member of the Ars Goetia. Specifically, you were set to marry Andrealphus, the older brother to Stella Goetia, future wife to Stolas Goetia

🧊 You were upset at first, as many of the Goetia family despise Imps, no matter their ranking or use to them. But, shock settled in the place of anger when Andrealphus offered his hand to you to give you a tour around his home

🧊 After you both turned 18, you married. Then, just a couple years later, Stella and Stolas married, before bringing Octavia into the world

🧊 You and Andrealphus preferred to take it all slower than them. So, you guys mainly focused either on yourselves and your own families, or with the responsibilities you both shared with one another. A family together was just out of the equation for a while

🧊 When you did find out you were pregnant, it sent shockwaves throughout your home. Hell, it only took 5 minutes for the other six rings to be discussing everything like it was the best thing since the phone was invented down there

🧊 The day you met up with his sister, Stella, was the day you finally realized why you were thankful to be with your husband. Stella was beyond pissed that her brother copulated with you and resulted in a baby

"I mean- what the fuck?! A hybrid?! Imps are pathetic, Andrealphus!"

"Stella, calm down."

"No! That thing needs to be illuminated now! Fuck, I'll do it myself!"

"Stella! Shut up! This was my choice to allow a baby to be created. Mine. Not yours. Now, if you dare to threaten my wife and child again, I will make sure your plans to end Stolas fail fabulously. Understood?"

🧊 You watched as your husband sat back down from his outburst, putting his suave persona back on as Stella attempted to calm herself down from the surprise of her brother snapping in such a violent manner

🧊 Now you really wanted this dinner to be over with...

»–•–«

🧊 You sighed as your room's door closed. Your husband lightly grasped his crown and laid it on his table while you closed your parasol and leaned it against your own table

🧊 Andrealphus then changed into his nightwear as you did the same, wrapping a large robe around your form as you sat down to read one of your books on pregnancy and motherhood. He sat down beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him

"I never understood why you read such books. You're a polite and caring woman, so motherhood should be second-hand to you."

"Andre', you can stop sweet-talking me..."

"Sweet-talking?" He chuckled. "No, my dear. If I found you useless, I wouldn't have defended you back there. You... are unlike any Imp I have come across."

🧊 Smiling as he picked up your book and laid it on his table instead of yours, he pushed you down and used his magic to turn the lights that were once on off

🧊 He then wrapped his arms around your waist and began to rub his hands against your stomach, which had grown slightly to accommodate for your oncoming baby

"I never thought I'd say this, but... thank you for giving me this chance to be a father, love."

"It's not a problem, Honey. I love you."

"I love you too."

[sunshine-tattoo]

They diner they are eating at is called Pridiner. Love these little details.

[lily-s-arts-stuff]

Princess of Hell

[bloodmoon24]

Four out of Seven Sins

(I might do Belphagor later)

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Concept

It rains acid in Pride, presumably not in other areas because the hellborne arent being punished.

You'd presume that the reason not all buildings melt is either a) rain is infrequent, b) there's magic wards you can use against the acid/possibly from other rings, or c) theres like acid proof building materials you can use or purchase.

We're still not 100% sure.

It has to be some combo, possibly.

I like the idea of wards, there are so many fics where thats the premise. And its one of the benefits of being attached to an overlord, their protrction extends to them warding your living space to resist acid and possibly other things.

If they're an overlord who gives half a damn of course.

So another thought, acid... it would naturally pool on the ground, eat potholes in the road and sit there for a bit. Not great for health and wellbeing or new arrivals who drop in a storm.

How do they keep it from contaminating any drinking water reserves the place must have?

Does the heat evaporate it away over time making it humid and muggy and skin removey?

Are you more or less resistent, as a hellborn?

Is your regenerative healing stronger as an overlord? Could you resist it longer in an emergency?

Are there enchated umbrellas you can get?

I have questions.

[marieotic]

Angel Dust summer art!!

[jalicecookie]

Vox!Dad!

Becoming a parent is a new phase in Vox's life, but luckily there are Photos that , remind him of the slightly chaotic early days.

Vox looked at the display of his cell phone for a moment while his left eye twitched up to one of the many monitors.

He had complete control over the electronic entertainment industry, was one of the most powerful Overlords in the Pride Ring, leader of the Vees and thanks to his hypnosis abilities through Voxtex, his source of power was even greater and Vox loved having the power. The control. The perfection.

As a TV Overlord with headquarters in the V-Tower, Vox not only gets the attention of the media to expand his power and reach as much as possible, but the Vees' fortress was perfect for holding Overlord meetings and business deals, interviews, etc.

The Vees - besides him there are two other Overlords who start with the letter V.

Valentino - his unofficial-official partner in crime, the apple of his devil's eye and the person in the entire Pride Ring who can cause so much chaos in the V-Tower with a fit of rage that Vox needs more than just a coffee…..and of course the owner of his heart. Valentino, as exhausting as he can be, is the love for Vox that he has been looking for for so long in his after-live and the duo is unbeatable together with the fashion queen Velvette.

Velvette - the official social media manager and fashion queen of the Vees, even if she doesn't mince her words and comments on many things with her unfiltered opinion, Velvette is just as important a part of the Vees…..and not just because she created the Love Potion together with Valentino (and sells it successfully!) - no, she is also responsible for a large part of the clothing and its designs that the Vees wear.

And for a few weeks now, also for the newest member of the Vees.

"Vox darling? Where did you hide the little devil? I have to take her measurements, Melissa ordered the wrong fabrics and you certainly don't want your daughter to look like a fucking run over turtle!" - Velvette, as she often did, focused on her phone, strutted into Vox's office and Vox needed a moment to understand what exactly she wanted.

"She's taking her afternoon nap Velvette. After Valentino decided to give her chocolate cake instead of a bottle last night, the poor baby was completely overtired and hardly slept…if you really want to wake her up to take her measurements now…you're more than welcome to deal with a whining baby…or with Valentino, who seems to be having a bad afternoon," - Vox nodded once at two different monitors that showed two scenarios in the V-Tower.

One was the baby room in Vox and Val's private quarters, where a baby was sleeping in a crib.

And one was the set of Valentino's studios, where he was yelling at his employees about what incompetent idiots they were. The moth demon's bad mood was clearly visible.

But Velvette just made a dismissive hand gesture and didn't seem to understand the problem.

"Don't worry, Vox! The little one loves her Auntie Vel and besides, I'm not the one who's going to wake her up, your assistant Peppermint will do that! See you later, darling!" - Velvette chimed and disappeared from the office a few moments later.

Vox shook her head and now knew that there were two options…either the baby would start crying loudly because…who would want to be woken up from their afternoon nap by their father's personal assistant? Or she would be really happy to see her Auntie Vel and would be in a good mood?

Vee - was not planned to become a part of Vox's life. She was created because Valentino had fun with a Hellborn and got her pregnant.

It was pure coincidence that the baby looked so similar to Valentino, but had Vox's red-blue eyes and a small antenna (okay, maybe Valentino had helped a little with genetic manipulation during the pregnancy because he had once had a dream about a mini-Vox and found the idea amusing that there might be such a thing…that looked like a mixture of him and Vox) - she really did look like a cross between Vox and Val…and as possessive as Valentino was, he wanted a very special name for the little baby, something that would make her recognizable…something that would make her as unique as the Vees.

Velvette only said sarcasm-wise that Vox and Val could call her Vee. And that's exactly what happened.

Vee.

It had been strange and challenging for Vox at first to get used to the baby…when he was alive he had always dreamed of being a father, but it never worked out…fate had other plans.

Now in hell and with the life that he built together with Valentino and Velvette…the cards had been reshuffled. Vee has been part of his life for a few weeks now and apart from the fact that as the newest member of the family she is also doing a really good job for VoxTek's sales figures and followers on social media, Vox has taken the baby into his heart…as has Valentio, who is already spoiling her and always moans when the baby cries in the middle of the night when he wants to give Vox some private, time and have some fun - but in the end Valentino quietly sings Spanish lullabies and looks at Vee with such a loving look, that Vox had never seen in his partner.

It took a while for life to settle down so that Vox, Valentino and Velvette could get along reasonably well and Vee had gotten used to her caregivers…before that…there were days and hours in which neither the moth demon nor the TV demon knew what to do when the baby cried, when it was hungry, when it couldn't be calmed down or how to patiently rock it to sleep or what not to do to make the apartment baby-safe.

Vox and Velvette's personal assistants - Peppermint & Meliassa - had been given an expanded area of ​​responsibility. Because even though Vox and Valentino tried to integrate dad-papito bonding time into life with the baby and work, there were moments when the two assistants were tasked with looking after the baby… even if it was just pushing the stroller around the long corridors of the V-Tower or walking around with a whining, restless baby in his arms… it was all worth it, now that Vox could look back on it.

And a photo on his desk reminded him well of one of those chaotic early days. It was taken seconds before Vee started crying because - someone - had forgotten to give her the teething ring because she was starting to teethe… not a relaxed phase for either the parents or the baby.

Vox had the baby in a baby carrier strapped around his body, a shark plush toy in one hand, the diaper bag hanging over one arm and in the other hand Vox had his smartphone to check his emails.

(Picture drawn by @tokintormin <3 )

And this photo always brought a smile to his face.

Because every beginning is difficult.

THE END

[sapphireluna96]

Some Karen on Earth: I don't celebrate Halloween! It's the Devil's birthday!

*meanwhile in Hell*

(The Hotel crew is preparing a birthday party for Lucifer)

Lucifer: Well, you're not invited! *sniff*

[drama-glob]

Something I find curious is that I don't see any structures that would indicate that Lucifer lives in Pentagram City, so Lucifer likely lives in the Royal Circle in Pride, which could be seen on the Mammon Tour shirt Shark Robot has. This also indicates that Lu Lu World is somewhere else too, possible in the same place Lucifer lives. ;)

[postingwasteland]

Ima just drop this bad boy riiight here!

Now back to the shadows from whence i came

[ftwkcomic]

Feral Loona 2025

I wanted to draw our favorite hell hound going Feral. Check out the Speed Draw of the piece here: https://youtu.be/hrwuxa4WKbc Portfolio: https://swordnscalescomics.myportfolio.com/ Discord: https://discord.gg/TQUA26Naj8

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[bones4thecats]

Their S/O Is One of Blitzø's Many Exes

Characters: Verosika Mayday, Striker, and Fizzarolli Inspired By: Apology Tour and the Anti-Blitzø Party A/N: This was so much fun to write for these three. Just imagining them with one of Blitzø's exes is hilarious in my opinion. Anyways, hope you Helluva Boss enjoyers love this! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Season 1, Episode 3 - Season 1, Episode 5 - Season 1, Episode 7 - Season 2, Episode 9 / Swearing, mentions of cheating, being abandoned, toxic relationships, and assassin stuff ⚠️

Disclaimer: Fizz! S/O Song; 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate

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╚═════ Verosika Mayday ═════════════════════════╝

🎤 Verosika hated your shared ex with a burning passion. She got vulnerable for one of the rare times in her life and he just got up and ditched her in a painful way

🎤 You were left in a similar way. You and Blitzø had dated for nearly a year when, on your anniversary, you had told him you loved him. He froze, didn't even apologize, and left. You were left there alone with the bill and with a broken heart

🎤 Verosika and you eventually met at one of her Anti-Blitzø Parties. You attended because it just sounded like something you could have at least some fun at since he dumped you, and seeing how many others he left in his shadow, you felt horrible for them all

🎤 But your disdain for the imp grew on

🎤 As a fairly cool-headed individual, you were hired by Verosika early on in your friendship to be a traveling Album Cover Designer, Backup Singer, and Sound Technician. Your hands were full, but thankfully you were born and raised in the Greed Ring, so you knew how much work you could and could not handle

🎤 It took a while for you and the pop-star to bond like anything other than friends, but when you did begin your relationship, it was amazing. You two adored one another with a passion. And since you had almost the same experience with your ex, you knew how to talk to one another about it

🎤 When you guys came across Blitzø again, she smirked when he tried calling your name after Verosika walked off. You just looked back at him over your shoulder and rolled your eyes, but when he tried saying he was sorry, you snapped

"What the fuck are you on about?"

"We were fine! I was just having a rough night! I didn't mean to hurt you like that!"

"But you did! That's the fucking thing! You never actually think about your actions!" You screamed, pupils shrinking as you slowly became more and more like a large spider. "Honestly, Blitzo, grab some fucking maturity! If you can afford to pay them," you pointed at the rest of I.M.P., "then you can that!"

"Y/N, dear."

🎤 Calming down when you felt Verosika's hand in your top right one, you just blinked blankly at the group, who were all in shock at your outburst and scoffed, walking away. Leaving the imp and your past behind you for your new one

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╚═════ Striker ════════════════════════════════╝

🗡️ After you and Blitzø's fall out, you had moved away from the Pride Ring and back to your home in the Wrath Ring. Your father was happy to see his child come back, but your mother was curious on what went wrong with you and your boyfriend

🗡️ Your father would've went up to the Pride Ring and killed the imp himself if it wasn't for your two older brothers holding him back from it. They sighed and calmed your dad down before helping you move back into your room

"Hey, Y/N. Isn't that- uh, Blitz guy an assassin?"

"Wannabe assassin." You corrected.

"Yeah! You come from a family of assassins. Why don't you spite him back by beating him to every punch?"

🗡️ So you did. You had taken one of his old journals, which held many of his few client's requests. Thankfully, you had an Asmodean-Crystal from a past client you killed for, so getting to the human world would be a piece of cake

🗡️ It was when you were traveling to another ring for a new hellborn-client that you met Striker. And you were happy you did. Despite knowing it was difficult to be in a relationship as an assassin, at least working as one, you and Striker did start your own shared life after around three years of knowing one another

🗡️ Striker had informed you of his plan to kill Stolas Goetia at the Harvest Moon Festival. Your family had planned on going there for a couple missions themselves, and while they finished up, you stayed with your boyfriend to finish his job

🗡️ Your ex was shocked to see you standing alongside the hybrid-imp. And honestly it kinda hurt him a little bit. He didn't have any feelings towards you anymore. He has the many after you to prove that, but it hurt seeing you working alongside another to kill him

"After everything I did for you? This is how you repay me, you bitch!"

"Why you-"

"Blitzo," You said emphasizing the o at the end of his name, "I believed that you did everything you wanted for me back then. But when I look back on us, I don't see shit coming out of you. Besides, I have met your ex before me. You only fucked me because I appealed to your demographic; desperate and easy to fuck-over."

"What the fuck are you on about?! I never thought that about you!"

"Then why did you leave me on my motherfucking birthday, jack-off!"

🗡️ Striker smirked as his opponent lightly shifted in thought, you merely scoffed and pulled out your own angelic weapon, that being a spear, and readied it for battle

"Let's just get this shit-show over with. Me and my boyfriend have a owlish-prince to end."

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╚═════ Fizzarolli ══════════════════════════════╝

🪷 Fizzarolli has a complicated relationship with your ex. He believes that he left him in the dust, leaving him alone to be in so much mental and physical pain just because he was jealous. And you just felt like a sack of naive shit when he abandoned you

🪷 You met him just a few days after your breakup. He wasn't surprised that you were one of Blitzø's exes. He's had many, and Fizzarolli was pretty sure it was up in the 50s at that point

🪷 He asked you why he broke up with you, as you were quite the looker, being from the Lust Ring and all. You just shrugged and laughed lightly before getting upset and throwing an empty liquor bottle at the nearest demon, causing him to pass out

"Who fucking know? Probably got so damn terrified of the feelings I confessed. Pussy."

"I'll agree with you on the third swear." He laughed out, making you smile.

"I'm Y/N L/N, professional animal tamer for the Mammon Circus. You?"

"Fizzarolli! Entertainer extraordinaire!"

🪷 You both bonded a lot more than you initially thought. Fizzarolli was quite the funny-guy, it made sense why he was an clown, his jokes were just top-shelf!

🪷 Fizz eventually introduced you to Asmodeus when Mammon was being a dick and fired you for someone else's mistake. You were happy when the Lust Ring's ruler accepted you onto his team, specifically to help out with any animals coming into the mix

🪷 After a while of getting closer, you were surprised when Blitzø came out of nowhere and was on a seeming date with Prince Stolas of the Goetia Royal Family

🪷 Your boyfriend saw you next to the stage and pulled you up into his number, allowing you to add your own turn into the scene so you could get your side of the story out

"I caught you cheating. You had the nerve to say you're sleeping. Just not with her, but tell your friends. That I'll be lost without you." You sang, looking at the imp's shocked face. "And I'll admit it, sometimes I miss when we were in it. So I made a list so I never forget all the things I hate about you. Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded, eight, the dumbest guy I dated, seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked, only six seconds, and I had to fake it. Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you, three, you still got daddy issues, two years of your bullshit I can't undo, one, I hate the fact that you made me love you."

🪷 As you sang, Fizzarolli admired you. His eyes tracing your form as you danced around the imp, using your abilities as a way to show everything he did to you. From his embarrassing intellect to the many problems you faced in your relationship

🪷 It was nice to dance around freely, especially when you handed the song over to Verosika, whom you grown close to over time of going to her Anti-Blitzø Parties. When you finished, you went over to Fizz and allowed him to pick you up and dance with you as he and Asmodeus finished of the song

🪷 When Blitzø and Stolas left with their imp friends, you looked back at Fizzarolli, smiling before walking away with him while Asmodeus handled some other things. You two eventually made it to his dressing room and kissed, separating only for air and to look in one another's eyes calmly

"You did amazing, cupcake."

"So didn't you, smiles."

[sunshine-tattoo]

This would make an awesome slogan for a chain restaurant in Pentagram City.

[randommmthoughts]

I don’t understand why the sinners are only allowed in the Pride Ring. Aren’t they supposed to suffer for their sins in the corresponding ring?

(Just that you know, I know nothing about Dante’s version of hell. Only that the Hazbin hotel Hell and his are sort of similar)

[themosthatedbeingg]

So my pride ball event will kick off June 14 as that’s my next day off where I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything planned so I can read and respond to yalls things — it’s gonna be held at the hotel Lucifer gonna do some magic to make the hotel bigger with a bigger and fancier ballroom , it’s open to royals and sins and hellborns ; possibly sinners if they behave but the guards will be on the look out ; and of course overlords are welcomed .

Angels can sneak in too if you think they can get past the guards ;3 —

It’s pride themed/ fancy gown themed event , be yourself and be as pretty as peacock ! Feel free to have your muse come say hi to the king ! Be prepared to him to rant about Charlie and ducks tho ~ or this could be a chance to get on the king’s good side before another All Souls’ Day comes up hehe.

Anywho it’s gonna be mostly all month long so it gives ppl time to participate and still have a life , tag me in your stuff if you want and I’ll be following the tag Pride ring Ball .

So June 14–june 20th?? so ppl get more chances to rp their stuff but y’all can still rp it long after that! You do you!

Again this will be multiverse multiship whatever and it’s super laid back! You don’t have to participate ^__^ I know there’s a lot going on!

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

Okay, since the (3) people have spoken, I shall be posting that Hazbin Hotel fic here as well.

Presenting: 1933

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1933 was a weird year for Hell.

Oh, it started off just fine. The Great Depression was a thing. A few more souls ended up in Cannibal Town because of it. Same old same old. It was, in the beginning, a perfectly respectable year. Unremarkable in the grand scheme of things.

Then 1933 pulled the wackiest, craziest bullshit Hell had ever seen. The field in which 1933 grew its fucks was as barren as the Dust Bowl. In other words, a man was shot in the woods after being mistaken for a deer. It was an accident. Nothing out of the ordinary. But 1933 was having its 'not like other years' phase, and so the freshly-dead man manifested in Hell already a professional.

The first day he was in Hell, he could barely stand. By the end of the month, he was an Overlord.

1933 brought the Radio Demon to Hell, and Hell hasn't quite forgiven it for that yet.

At first, the denizens of Hell wanted to dismiss him.

He—they never bothered remembering the name he gave them—was a slender thing, dressed in a sensible suit and jacket. He had a strange haircut, red fading to black at his ends, and two fluffy ears/tufts (they never figured that out). He had a big, toothy, disarming grin. He walked down the streets with his head held high, a pep in his step, and a sassy swing of his cane. He also had two very small antlers, but no one ever took notice of that. He had an oddly staticky transatlantic accent.

He was, to make a long story short, the least intimidating person that could meet the eye in Hell. Everywhere he went, there were pointed thumbs and shaking heads. "Weak little fucker," they said, "I'll give him a year, tops, if he finds an Overlord soon enough."

He heard them. They knew he did. He never stopped smiling.

Everyone was talking about it, up and down the Pride Ring's necessary social hierarchy. Three Overlords had gone missing in five days. The souls they owned, when asked, said they were most definitely not coming back. It was a mystery. The Pride Ring had no police force, but it wished it had one right now, if only to figure things out.

That's when the broadcast started going out.

It didn't matter where you were in Hell. It didn't matter if you fiddled with the dials. It didn't matter if you had it turned off. If you had a radio, you got the broadcast.

All they could hear were screams. Screaming, wailing, begging for mercy from an unknown enemy. And then, at the climax of the show, all sound ended, except for the sickening noise of a soul being torn apart and eaten.

The broadcast went out two more times that week, each time a new voice. One broadcast per Overlord missing. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. But the Pride Ring, living up to its name, decided not to get the King involved. They could handle one lucky bastard.

Right?

After the twentieth Overlord went missing, they started calling him the Radio Demon. They still didn't know what he looked like, or what strange magic he possessed, or why he was doing this.

The harmless guy was, somehow, still around. He smiled at them, and they felt like prey in the sights of a predator.

The day the Radio Demon revealed himself was, possibly, the funniest-with-hindsight thing in Hell's entire history. But, at the moment, the residents of the Pride Ring were in terrified awe. The 'harmless' guy smiled down at them from where he was leaning on a skyscraper. His antlers branched out endlessly into the night sky. His eyes were pitch black, except for the ring of red around his radio-dial pupils.

His smile was full of razor-sharp teeth.

Then, in front of God and everyone, he proceeded to eat an entire district’s worth of people. He handed their Overlord's ass to her on a silver platter, with the words 'fuck you' engraved in cursive.

No one ever commented on his hairstyle again.

The posters lined the streets. BEWARE THE RADIO DEMON, they said, with a drawing of him. DO NOT FUCK WITH HIM, they said, painted in the blood of his unfortunate enemies. No one knew where he had gotten such overwhelming power. No one knew why he was doing this.

"The Radio Demon is here," every Overlord was terrified to hear, "he wants to play a game."

The Radio Demon never loses. He is never defeated. He is never outplayed or outmatched. To play with him is a death sentence.

Any Overlord with common sense goes into the game sweating. There's no hiding from the Radio Demon.

But, then, this is the Pride Ring, not the Common Sense Ring. There's always a few poor dumbasses that think they can best him.

At the table of Overlords, there were more empty seats every week. He still hadn't been invited to a meeting yet—it's not like anyone knew where he lived.

At least, until Rosie, the Overlord of Cannibal Town, found him in her Emporium.

"I'm trying something out," the Radio Demon said, oddly polite for a man with a reputation like his.

"Do you want to play a game," Rosie asked cautiously. She had no plans on becoming the next voice on his broadcast.

He gave her a look, as if that wasn't a perfectly valid question. "Should I want to," the Radio Demon shot back.

Point taken. "I can't say I'm a big fan of your work," Rosie said. "But I can admire your dedication. What's your name?"

"Alastor," he replied.

"Well, Alastor, we've been trying to invite you to our Overlord meetings," Rosie told him. "But we've never been able to find where you live."

"Good," he smiled even wider. "Are you sure they won't piss themselves when I walk in?" He gave a sassy twirl of his cane before leaning on it dramatically. Now that she looked closer, the head of it looked like a microphone. "I wouldn't want to be the cause of any...unfortunate situations."

Rosie laughed. "If you go around like you are now, no one there would ever believe it's you!"

The Radio Demon—Alastor—laughed with her. "Well," he said, twirling his cane again and holding it behind his back. "I've yet to make an ally, and I'll be damned again if it's Carmine."

The Pride Ring had a necessary social hierarchy, perfect for sinners to climb. At the bottom were the commoners, the losers. Then came Overlords, and that was a whole other system. And, at the top, was the royalty. It was fairly simple.

Until 1933 decided to be a bitch about that too.

With the Radio Demon cleaning house with all the thorough fury of a housewife during a spring cleaning, new Overlords were popping up left and right to take the newly-ownerless souls in. There was an entire section of the Pride Ring that was completely off-limits, to the point where going near it was a death wish. That was the Radio Demon's territory, and if any Overlords dared to sniff around it, they'd be the next voice on his broadcast.

In other words, there was a new part of the social hierarchy. It now went from commoners, Overlords, the Radio Demon, to the royalty. He was in a category all by himself, since no one knew what, exactly, the fuck he was.

Rosie, to some extent, knew. He was a mortal soul. He could, hypothetically, be killed. But she had no idea where he'd gotten his power from. Again, mortal soul. He shouldn't be able to do the things he can do.

Ah, well. Didn't matter. The next Overlord meeting was tomorrow, and she couldn't wait to see the look on Carmilla's face.