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Chapter 1 - Two Souls

Vaggie knows only too well that such a close bond is not so easy to break and has no thoughts of changing anything.

It is also logical not to hide these feelings and continues to thrust her fingers passionately into the wet pussy while the two tongues engage in a little competition. It is a wonderful experience to do this without any inhibitions, especially because no one is here to interrupt the sensual act in any way. It really takes the breath away for Vaggie when she loves her princess in this way; the fallen angel has been waiting for this for weeks and enjoys relieving her stress in this way and doesn't want to be anywhere else with Charlie but in the comfortable bed in the penthouse of the hotel.

She doesn't have much to do after the last guests have left anyway and won't give it another thought.

All that matters is Charlie Morningstar and feeling how her actions literally make the body of the demoness tingle.

These lustful interactions develop a dynamic all of their own and Vaggie somehow tries to keep a clear head in this stuffy atmosphere in case any enemies attack the hotel, but her lover causes real hot flushes. The Princess of Hell is no different and takes her tongue out of her pretty girlfriend's mouth after what feels like an eternity. A sticky thread of spit is the only connection for a moment before it dissolves into nothingness, but Charlie knows how to help herself and finds a suitable gap between the legs of the excited angel with her fingers and penetrates without hesitation. She only follows her irresistible desires and all thoughts of her parents, Husk, Alastor, Angel Dust, Vox or the upcoming war with heaven have dissolved into infinite nothingness. This hot dance has awakened unbridled carnal lust and wants to satisfy it by all means.

Vaggie in particular is very happy about this.

She finally gets the attention she deserves from the busy blonde and always flinches involuntarily when the sharp fingernails of the demoness penetrate deeper into her wet pussy. These are not the only changes; beads of sweat have already formed on both women's bodies, bearing witness to the lengthy act. A large portion has already soaked into the surface of the mattress and this irresistible scent has spread throughout the penthouse, driving Charlie Morningstar out of her mind. She doesn't want to let Vaggie take the lead all the time and grabs her bare breasts with one hand to knead them properly, the hard nipples literally screaming for attention, and also penetrates the pretty ass with the fingers of the other hand and looks Vaggie in the face with a smug expression. Anal sex is exactly her thing, as she has already discovered several times, and it's enough to leave the dildo in the toy box this time. Charlie wants to share her feelings in a natural way, just like any normal couple does.

More minutes pass before Charlie Morningstar finally decides to take over and Vaggie, without hesitation, assumes a suitable position on all fours to provocatively stick her ass out at her. “Not so...shy...babe...give it to me” breathed the fallen angel.

“What should I give you?” she asked smugly.

“Something hard...that makes me boil” sighed Vaggie.

The princess of hell conjures up a 16 cm long red strap-on that fits perfectly around her slim hips, unabashedly pushes it into the next hole and presses the angel onto the mattress to make her feel good with her rthymic movements. Vaggie simply lets this hot dance wash over her and clings to the comforter with her hands. “Fuck...that's so beautiful...Charlie” moaned Vaggie. The princess always finds it interesting how easy this sweet angel is to get around in bed and enjoys being fucked from behind and makes no effort to stop with the hard thrusts.

This slim, athletic body can take a lot, no restraint is necessary and she is impressed every time.

It's becoming more and more eager to dominate over the young girlfriend and closely observes the behavior of Vaggie, who obviously needs all the attention she can get and Charlie isn't really surprised about that. The daemoness has been too preoccupied with redemption, the lies of Vox and all the other things that she doesn't have enough time to appreciate the absolute devotion of the hotel manager and continues to seek close contact and slowly lick the soaking wet back of the angel to take full advantage of this riding position. “Fuck...I love you...” sighed Charlie.

It is always a great pleasure to unite with Vaggie in this way and registers the increasingly louder moaning noises and without warning the fallen angel reaches her climax. At the same moment, Charlie interrupts the unrestrained lovemaking and quickly pulls out the strap-on to take a deep breath himself. “Shit...Vaggie...you look adorable,” sighs Charlie with a smile and runs a finger along her left thigh to taste the white, viscous mass flowing freely from her pulsating pussy. “Then...keep...fucking...me...babe,” begged the angel. “Wow are you even ready for round 9?” Charlie asked and leaned over and sniffed her sweaty hair. “I...need you...” answered Vaggie. The angel doesn't have the feeling that they've been fucking for what feels like an eternity, maybe a few minutes? She seems to have completely lost track of time and needs the princess of hell more than ever.

“Of course, but you'll get something sweet first, otherwise you'll pass out and we don't want that,” said the blonde-haired demoness and snapped her fingers briefly to conjure up a large golden bowl full of delicious chocolate pralines. The fallen angel naturally accepts this offer and willingly lets his beloved blonde feed him and greedily licks all the melted remnants from her delicate fingers until there is nothing left and they both quickly press their mouths together to continue their lovemaking. Charlie, of course, notices the strange mixture of different types of chocolate.

Apparently her lover didn't pay attention to the selection, but devoured everything indiscriminately.

In any case, the blonde likes the new flavor and lets their tongues speak for a while to express their passionate feelings for each other.

They don't overdo it this time and take things slower, but Vaggie still grabs the breasts of the coveted demoness and plays with them with relish.

The purpose behind this is purely for stimulation; after all, Vaggie wants to do something good for her bedmate.

Some time later

Vaggie's slightly upturned, aroused and sweaty body gradually comes to rest again after the Princess of Hell stops due to signs of fatigue in her left hand and now lies panting heavily on the soft mattress surface to take a deep breath. Her sweet power girl has really put her through the wringer and with a lot of effort the angel manages to lean her upper body against the wall behind her and looks at the numerous large stains on the bed - that was a really intense experience. Charlie feels the same way, the sex has rarely been as intense as it is today.

She would have done that much earlier to relieve her stress and looks mischievously at her completely exhausted lover.

She doesn't give the impression that she wants to continue.

“I want...to feel you,” sighs Vaggie and, thanks to the high adrenaline level, is not a bit tired and watches as the princess slowly stalks up to lick her face and then wanders south to kiss her swollen breasts, penetrating between her legs with one hand to taste the secretion-like fluids.

Vaggie just lets her have her way and finds it somehow amusing that the princess can't decide whether to lick her breasts or her pussy and decides to scurry under the warm comforter with her and move close together, touching each other in different places. Charlie Morningstar disappears from their sight after a short time to satisfy her orally with his tongue. Vaggie gladly accepts this little encore and spreads her legs to assume a more comfortable position. “Charlie...deeper...” breathed the angel. The blonde-haired female demon just can't get enough of her.

The hard-working hotel manager feels this for herself and bites her lower lip lightly.

She registers another familiar tingling sensation in the stomach area and closes her eyes, relaxing to become more aware of the wet tongue on her pleasure pearl. This high level of excitement is always a wonderful experience. “Please don't stop...Babe...” pleaded the fallen angel.

The Princess of Hell skillfully uses all her experience to make love to her young lover by every trick in the book, as she has done many times before.

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Chapter 2 - The Flames of Love

The flaming passion of hot love is palpable in every fiber of the penthouse of the hotel.

There is no escape here and certainly not for the fallen angel.

Vaggie knew what mechanisms she had to activate to get Charlie Morningstar to fuck her without restraint at this hour.

She knew that the princess of hell showed no restraint once she was fixated on something and yet the angel wanted to feel the lips, breasts, simply everything and enjoyed it to the full as the two women's wet pussies rubbed violently against each other. To be honest, Charlie has taken complete control and creates a veritable fireworks display that completely eclipses, even the screaming rain that incessantly pelts against the windows of the penthouse and announces the impending war against the heavens. Vaggie herself has long since stopped thinking about the dangers lurking in the shadows, the love-hungry hotel manager only wants to be loved by this woman. Charlie Morningstar makes every effort to live up to these expectations and snuggles up to Vaggie as tightly as possible , in order to have even more fun.

The Princess of Hell just can't stop.

She is herself a prisoner of her own insatiable lust and rubs her body irresistibly against her aroused lover as if it were the last day in hell, as if there would be no more opportunities for this in the future and literally sets the fallen angel on fire with her burning. It may sound strange, but for Vaggie, there couldn't have been a better time to do this, even though the doom is palpable, she doesn't get a chance to think about the next steps.

She has been longing to be fucked by this woman for so long that only Charlie Morningstar exists in her mind and she dares to look into the blonde's smiling face. “Come on....Baby....you like that too...tell me...please” moaned the excited demoness. Under normal circumstances, Vaggie would agree with her now, but she's wasted too much time with Vox and all the other bullshit that it takes more than just fifteen rounds.

“I WANT MORE,” moaned Vaggie loudly.

This unmistakable request, which was tantamount to an order, really surprised the blonde.

She hadn't expected this act of love to take so long. Charlie would like to stop the train and stay in the penthouse forever to continue like this until the last judgment. Unfortunately, reality catches up with her faster than she would like and she starts to feel the first signs of fatigue, which she really can't believe. The Princess of Hell has a great deal of stamina and has to gradually slow down in order not to collapse completely, but that doesn't mean that her fire has gone out. On the contrary, she sits down with her ass on the surface of the mattress, spreads her legs and begins to masturbate in front of her eyes. Vaggie follows suit without hesitation and after a few moments the two stare at each other with a smile.

“It's just...a warm-up exercise...sweetie,” Charlie said with a grin and stared at the naked and sweaty body of the angel.

The reasons for this are Vaggie irrevelant.

Vaggie likes to be completely focused on the Princess of Hell.

Vaggie likes it when they look at each other while masturbating.

Vaggie likes it when Charlie brings out her lust for more.

Vaggie likes it when her lover reveals her true feelings.

She also finds it pretty hot to watch the princess of hell in this state.

The weeks before, Vaggie had to make do with the used underwear of the blonde or secretly took photos of her to satisfy herself in the toilet. Actually, Vaggie just wanted to focus on the hotel, but that was a hopeless endeavor, considering that she had to think about Charlie all the time and spontaneously grins at the bustling lover while her fingers continue to penetrate deeper into her pussy, which does not seem routine at all, there is no such thing when you are with the princess of hell and with every second the intensity increases again, although both of them take it easier this time, Vaggie notices the stormy hand movements of the blonde. “You can...keep me company again....” Vaggie said quietly.

That sounded to the ears of Charlie, like a desperate call not to leave her alone for long and follows the clear call to pay more attention to this lonely angel and takes a seat behind her to sniff her hair and reach between her legs with one hand. There is no question that the one-eyed woman needs the nimble fingers more than ever and slowly pushes in with her middle finger, while Vaggie begins to lick every single finger on the free hand of the princess to taste the sticky substance. “Charlie...” moaned Vaggie softly and winced involuntarily as the princess hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Relax sweetie” whispered Charlie. She likes being in the spotlight of the blonde and finds it absolutely adorable as the demoness penetrates deeper into her moist interior. She's really trying hard to make up for all the lost time today and with every second Vaggie gets wetter and wetter. “Chalie...I...” sighed the angel. It makes her look really weak and actually the former exorcist angel doesn't like this characteristic.

But in the arms of Charlie Morningstar, it's perfectly okay and she squirts directly onto the mattress in less than a minute.

“Sorry...I couldn't help it...you're so pretty,” Charlie breathed.

“It's okay...we'll need a new bed soon...” commented Vaggie.

“So let's get on with it?” whispered the princess.

Vaggie turns in her direction without hesitation and snuggles closer to her beloved blonde again so that she doesn't get the stupid idea of leaving the comfortable bed. There are very few arguments for this at the moment and they both start kissing each other passionately again.

The flames of love are far from extinguished.

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Chapter 3 - A special Need

The hell is not a place where you simply find love, instead it is a punishment for all the sins you have committed in your life.

Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie have proven otherwise and treat themselves to a little time out after some hot, wet and dirty sex.

It's only a brief moment of happiness when a loud noise suddenly jolts the fallen angel from his peaceful slumber. Luckily, no army of exorcist angels has invaded the hotel, only the screaming rain has roused Vaggie from her slumber and she looks to the side unabashedly to admire her princess of hell. She still seems to be asleep, which is to be expected after all the kinky adventures, and kisses her gently on the mouth.

“You are so beautiful,” she murmured softly and felt simply wonderful. The princess had given her exactly what the angel needed and could do with a little something, but waking up her lover just to get a few more chocolate pralines didn't seem appropriate at the moment.

The only edible thing worth mentioning is the homemade cake from Charlie.

Although it has Fat Nuggets sitting on it, that is completely irrelevant to Vaggie, who gobbles down the sweet thing in record time and then lies down next to the demoness with her head propped up to stroke her hair. The sex has fully penetrated the consciousness of the fallen angel, who has once again formed a certain wetness between her legs and feels a strong desire for satisfaction. Charlie certainly wouldn't mind admiring her slender body and quickly pulls down the cozy blanket. The marks from the past few hours are clearly visible and make the fallen angel very happy; she has made her demands more than clear. “You belong to me alone Charlie...I hope you realize that” breathed Vaggie.

Very slowly, the fallen angel begins to explore the sleeping body, which the princess of hell would certainly agree to, after all, her lover is up for any dirty sex and runs her fingers along the smooth skin, which shows numerous bite marks from her sharp teeth. Vaggie doesn't have to worry about that, it takes the strength of an archangel or a sharp blade of heavenly steel to do any significant damage at all and immediately changes position to bend both legs and carefully pull them apart. A viscous, delicious, white mass drips out of the shaved pussy unhindered.

“This must taste just as good as your delicious cake,” muttered Vaggie.

Maybe the princess of hell is dreaming of something beautiful?

“Vaggie...” sighed Charlie softly.

The fallen angel instinctively backs away a little, hopefully she won't wake up any time soon.

At the moment, the opposite seems to be the case and it's time to sweeten the dreams a little more.

The fallen angel is addicted to Charlie Morningstar.

Vaggie simply starts to lick her intimate area with her tongue.

At the same time, her right hand moves between her legs to satisfy herself.

Vaggie really needs this and doesn't disturb the current sleep rhythm in the slightest.

Charlie Morningstar looks simply magical in this defenseless state.

“Vaggie...your bikini looks good on you....”

Vaggie would love to know what she's dreaming about?

The first song they ever performed?

The first kiss?

Or the numerous dates?

Maybe their first sex?

“Fuck...” sighed the fallen angel.

Just the thought of first times with Charlie makes for faster hand movements between the legs and fulfills exactly its purpose, that was a fascinating experience Vaggie went through at the time. “Vaggie...?” Judging by that voice, the Princess of Hell must be waking up and very quickly Vaggie reappears in her field of vision. “I'm just a dream....close your eyes again” Vaggie said smiling and dipping her tongue into her open mouth.

Charlie didn't know what to make of it at first and took a few moments to realize what was actually going on. “God...I hope not and do you have whipped cream on your face?” asked Charlie. “I devoured your cake and licked you between your legs afterwards” Vaggie breathed seductively.

“What the fucking hell,” muttered the princess in confusion.

Charlie Morningstar still doesn't feel like she's really awake, but a loud thunder of screaming rain reminds her of where she actually is.

“You were dreaming about me, weren't you?” Vaggie asked curiously.

“Yes...but you were less horny” Charlie said, blushing.

“I was just admiring your pretty body,” commented Vaggie.

“Besides, you wanted to perfect your tongue technique” said Charlie.

“We hadn't had sex for so long, there's a lot of catching up to do” said the angel with a smile.

“And how long do you think that should take?” asked Charlie.

“I think 100 years as foreplay should be enough” said the one-eyed woman.

“A hundred years?” asked Charlie incredulously.

“And we'll visit every Love Hotel in the Lust Ring for it” Vaggie breathed.

“There are a lot of Love Hotels in the Lust Ring,” noted Charlie.

“Of course we can't miss the other rings” said Vaggie.

“Wait is this some kind of sex deal?” asked Charlie.

“You've been neglecting me for a long time, so I'd answer that with a resounding Yes” said the angel.

“Okay, we have to do a few other things first,” said Charlie and successfully freed herself from her lustful lover and began to stretch each individual limb. She feels simply glorious and crawls more or less awkwardly out of bed to admire herself in the wall mirror. Thanks to the special tongue technique, some of the fluids drip right onto the red carpet, which was obviously her favorite spot, and in the next moment she gets the neglected angel's attention again in the form of a kiss on the back of her neck. “I love you so much,” Vaggie breathed and runs her left hand through her blonde hair, while the other reaches directly forward to playfully circle her belly button.

Charlie Morningstar can literally feel the hot breath of his horny bedmate.

“Vaggie...what are you up to?” Charlie asked, blushing and unable to shake the impression of being ensnared by a hungry predator.

“I want to devour you...my love,” sighed Vaggie.

“Ok that sounds strange” Charlie said thoughtfully.

“Besides, I wasn't done with you yet” says Vaggie seductively.

“Ouh and what part of my body do you want now?” asked Charlie.

“Maybe your pretty ass,” answered Vaggie.

Charlie can't help smiling, she thinks it's nice to be desired by these pretty angels and can do nothing about her feelings but return them.

Of course, she doesn't want to leave all the fun to Vaggie alone and turns around and kisses the hotel manager on the lips immediately.

It's not long before both tongues are openly playing around with each other, while their hands once again unabashedly explore each other's bodies. The Princess of Hell finds it hard to resist this unbridled lust and leads Vaggie back to the bed.

This time they both sit down on it with their knees and snuggle up tightly together, letting their hands or tongues run free.

Vaggie has to grin slightly as one of her fingers hits a sensitive spot and Charlie bites his lower lip lightly.

In return, the lady of the house grabs both breasts to pull firmly on the hard nipples.

As expected, the princess is clearly the stronger of the two in terms of strength and literally forces Vaggie onto all fours to make sure she lives up to the demands. Charlie simply pushes her upper body down, begins to lick her bare back and at the same time penetrates her ass with three fingers of his right hand. The feeling of control sends the daughter of the devil into a frenzy and makes Vaggie bury her aroused face in the pillow, she knows exactly what the fallen angel needs. “Charlie...” Vaggie sighs. This familiar sound is by no means a plea to stop, it is a clear confirmation to keep going. Charlie Morningstar is happy to comply and penetrates her wet pussy with her tongue. Her boundless greed for more and more makes everything fade into the background again. “Please...don't stop...Charlie” moaned Vaggie loudly.

Of course, the Princess of Hell will not let go of her beloved and wants to maintain the intense physical contact.

Preferably for the next 100 years or forever.

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Chapter 4 - A delicious Taste

The eager eyes of the Princess of Hell are fixed on her workstation, unable to decide what she should do to complete this delicious cake.

All the ingredients are neatly laid out on the surface and just need to be put together to tantalize the taste buds of her beloved girlfriend Vaggie.

Charlie Morningstar is determined to present her with the perfect cake that meets her standards and not another messed-up piece.

The mistress of the house simply wants the fallen angel to keep her strength up and is already feeling the inimitable nature of the one-eyed woman on her own body. The numerous sweet appetizers beforehand had given her plenty of strength and reawakened the pronounced play instinct of this love-hungry angel, causing her to flinch from time to time. “Shit...damn it all,” she cursed softly.

The sneaky angel knows how to use her tongue skillfully and this embarrasses the blonde-haired demoness as so often.

In this state, Charlie will never finish the cake, if Vaggie doesn't stop putting her delicate body into ecstasy.

Admittedly, the princess is not entirely innocent in this dilemma.

The colorful, seductive kitchen apron, under which she is not wearing anything at all, is probably one reason why Vaggie feels animated to take a very special taste test. Charlie doesn't stop the angel from ending the spontaneous flirtation attempt, firstly the two have made a deal and secondly the tongue up her ass just feels great and she obviously wants to enjoy it to the end. Perhaps Charlie can also contribute something to this and takes a look at the bowls of various foods. The white whipped cream gives the blonde-haired demoness a nice idea, something useful can certainly be done with it and she takes a deep breath when Vaggie suddenly stops the intimate anal penetration and reappears in the field of vision of the Princess of Hell. "You taste just as delicious as the first time we shared a bed and your apron looks great on you” breathed Vaggie.

Charlie leans forward slightly to kiss her and share that special taste.

She knew Vaggie liked sweet things and gently grabs her chin with her right hand.

“I thought all that sex had left you starved and weakened, darling,” she said smugly.

“I can fuck you anywhere, no matter what time of day or what the circumstances,” breathed Vaggie with a grin and a look into those pretty, longing eyes smiling. Charlie takes her at her word, even if the hell goes down, those lips will cling to her body until the bitter end. Charlie shakes his head briefly at these dark thoughts and looks blushingly at the black, short and sleeveless nightgown that just fits Vaggie perfectly.

“You look really cute” says Charlie with a smile.

“By the way, I can give you something sweet too” sighed the angel .

Vaggie has long since seen through the intentions of the blonde and dips her right index finger into the bowl of liquid dark chocolate to shove it directly into her mouth and also loosens the single knot of the apron, which after a few moments slides quietly to the floor and reveals the naked body in all its splendor. Vaggie goes one step further and smears the sticky stuff directly on her breasts. Actually, this kind of food waste isn't what Vaggie has in mind, but the chocolate candy goes wonderfully with the hard nipples and now looks much more delicious than before. Charlie has been more or less passively licking the fingers of the fallen angel the whole time and snaps his hands to make the nightgown magically disappear.

“Not so greedy Babe....there is more than enough” breathed Vaggie seductively.

Charlie has no idea if this is part of the sex deal, they haven't agreed any details yet.

To be honest, it doesn't matter, this form of love is simply wonderful and you always have to reckon with dirty things like this.

“Well, I'm not the naughty bitch here,” said the princess with a grin.

The liquid chocolate on her upper body alone is the best proof of the kinky nature of Vaggie and grabs her between the legs without hesitation and shortly afterwards begins to snuggle more firmly against her sweetheart so that the one-eyed woman gets something sweet too. “Hmmmm....Charlie...you truly are a Queen of Lust” Vaggie said happily and they rubbed each other's breasts for a few minutes, while exchanging passionate French kisses. No small spot is left untouched by the stuff and really gets the mood in Penthouse going and this time Charlie gets down on his knees to lick the wet pussy. This natural product tastes the best. “Oh....Charlie,” moaned Vaggie slightly.

This intense taste sends Charlie into a small frenzy, she wants more of her beloved, playful soulmate and penetrates deeper with her tongue, while two fingers pamper the pleasure pearl of the younger woman as an additional aid. In combination with the chocolate, Vaggie begins to sway slightly and has to hold on to the desk shelf with both hands. For once, Charlie doesn't let it go as wildly as in the last few hours, otherwise the angel could really collapse from sheer lust and although she knows this, she licks her girlfriend more intensely with every second and follows her baser instincts again, it is simply wonderful to conquer Vaggie and cherishes the thought of tying her to the bed.

This alone makes Charlie wet again and gives Vaggie a sparkling climax after a few minutes.

The loss of control leads to her being able to stay on her feet and eventually falling gently into the arms of Charlie Morningstar.

“Holy shit...” sighs Vaggie and licks the blonde's left cheek to taste the little drop of chocolate.

“Your natural ingredients are a good vintage” breathed Charlie.

“And you really are the Queen of Lust,” said Vaggie.

“Maybe I should tie you to the bed to live up to my reputation,” said Charlie mischievously.

“I'd prefer it...if we fucked!”

The Princess of Hell is keen to experience more wet moments with the horny angel and both quickly find themselves in the scissor position on the already ruined bed and press their thighs firmly together. Charlie and Vaggie maintain eye contact as they rub their wet pussies together incessantly and thanks to the chocolate it works better than ever. There is no question that it is so much fun to perform this act in your own four walls, Charlie has long since stopped counting which round it is now, but her sluggish brain is no longer able to count and enjoys this restless, hectic dance. The shameless activity follows no particular pattern. They simply fuck each other passionately, regardless of what's going on in hell.

Charlie Morningstar couldn't care less and moves even closer to Vaggie.

“Come...here....you bitch,” moaned the Princess of Hell.

Neither of them has a clear idea of who is playing the dominant role here and so they push each other to the limit.

This time, however, neither of them is prepared to show any weakness and perform the unrestrained act.

Over time, however, Vaggie gains the upper hand and somehow the princess likes being dominated by her.

She simply lies with her soaking wet back on the mattress surface and watches as Vaggie lifts her left leg over her left shoulder without stopping rubbing. The pulsating pussy of the fallen angel slowly drives her mad and Charlie flinches involuntarily.

There's no doubt about it, the horny angel is really addicted to the blonde.

“Fuck...you're so heavenly,” moaned Vaggie.

The fallen angel impressively proves her pure desire and has been dreaming for weeks of letting it rip again with Charlie Morningstar.

Fortunately, Charlie Morningstar is just so receptive to this and would love to lock her up so that no one else can ever touch her again and squirts again unabashedly, only to fall directly onto the blonde afterwards to take a deep breath. “I...love you so much,” gasped the fallen angel.

Without warning, the princess of hell overpowers her surprised girlfriend and penetrates her wet pussy with her fingers.

Who knows, maybe she manages to bring the needy angel to another climax.

That will certainly be a lot of fun.

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Chapter 5 - A special Program

Vaggie stares at the TV with one eye transfixed and can't look away from the lesbian sex scenes of the two actresses.

This has been part of the hotel manager's standard program in recent weeks, she has spent a lot of time alone watching numerous lesbian porn movies on Vox Tek Video of all places. Actually, the fallen angel wanted absolutely nothing to do with the devilish media demon or take out a premium membership for the extensive lesbian library, but no one in hell has such a wet and joyful offer that gives Vaggie wet dreams every time.

That's also up to Mandy and Cindy, two professional Subbucus women who know what the kinky spectators are looking for.

“Wait...Mandy you can't...”

“What's your problem bitch, we're alone in the office” Mandy said with a grin.

“But I have to finish the presentation tomorrow, otherwise my boss will punish me” Cindy breathed.

“How nice that I'm your boss, you little whore” said Mandy grinning.

As always, the dialogue isn't really witty and only serves its purpose of moving the non-existent plot forward, but no one watches 120 episodes of Two Bitches in the Office for any profound conversations. But the uncensored love scenes are an absolute highlight, where Vaggie gets in the mood and puts her bowl to one side and grabs herself between her legs. “Watch out, in a minute Mandy is going to use her tail to spank the ass of Cindy” says Vaggie smiling. Charlie Morningstar only ever looks casually at the screen and prefers to watch what the fallen angel is getting up to.

It's absurd to watch the program of the enemy while hell is probably sinking into chaos.

To be honest, that's fine for the princess, because rationality is not exactly the best advisor for pure lust.

“If you did your work properly, you would have finished long ago,” said Mandy.

“I...apologize...” sighed Cindy.

“Save your cheap excuses, this is just a prelude for tomorrow if you don't finish the presentation.”

“Ouh...I'll be working hard all....night” moaned Cindy.

“And I'll be happy to help you with that” Mandy said with a grin.

What the damn hell is Charlie watching right now?

She has often consumed series or movies of this kind with Vaggie.

This one seems to be completely new, apparently Vaggie has used the time without Charlie to expand her personal favorites list and the princess finds that very distressing as she looks at the cheap scenery in the background and tries to remember what Two Bitches in the Office is actually about. Random female lawyers are trying to fuck their way to the top in hell to ensure law and order alongside Judge Satan.

Charlie Morningstar should actually take a shower to cool off.

She really needs it to clear her head again.

The only thing that's stopping her is her masturbating girlfriend.

Vaggie really sits on her lap with her legs slightly apart and lets her nimble fingers do the talking.

This is probably way hotter than any episode of that cheap porn and it's about time Charlie did something about it.

The demoness changes her form and attracts the attention of Vaggie.

It doesn't take a moment before she is straddling the princess with her legs apart and looking into her fiery red eyes.

“You know I don't think you've ever fucked me with your horns before” said Vaggie smiling and licking at it with her tongue involuntarily, while Charlie didn't know what to say to that for a moment and rather let action speak as her tail backs into her ass and makes the angel sigh.

“I think my tail should be enough for that” said Charlie.

“Ouh...it's so nice and hard” Vaggie sighed.

What the hell is going on in the head of this angel right now?

Her demon tail is not as hard as it looks, or has her girlfriend forgotten that again?

It must be because of her bad taste in cheap porn that Vaggie fantasizes such strange things and pushes her tail in a little deeper.

“I don't think Mandy can do that,” said Charlie with a grin.

It seems pretty ridiculous to compete with a pretty porn actress who is not a nobody in the scene and has been a sought-after actress for decades, causing plenty of broken hearts because of her notorious infidelity, even if most of it is played to attract more audience.

The life of Charlie Morningstar over the last few weeks has also been one big drama, which you really don't need to make a movie about, and suddenly she gets an intimate kiss from the angel. “Mandy....can't do many things.” Vaggie sighs.

“I see, and you know that how?” asked Charlie curiously.

“She was a guest for a movie shoot...” Vaggie breathed.

“No, don't tell me any more...I can imagine,” said the princess, blushing.

“Ouh Babe...that room was a big mess” sighed the angel.

Charlie can hardly imagine that Mandy left a much bigger mess than in her penthouse and looks the hotel manager smugly in the eye.

“Did you want to fuck her?” asked Charlie curiously.

“Oh...God...no...I'm not that desperate...” moaned Vaggie.

“Of course,” said the princess sarcastically.

“I swear...my loyalty is only to you....Babe” breathed the angel.

“I know that, my darling,” said Charlie smiling.

The princess of hell has never really doubted her pretty angel, even in the most difficult situations she stands by her side like a rock in the surf and she currently gets to feel that when the demon tail penetrates deeper into her ass and makes Vaggie jerk up irregularly.

“You know I love you Mandy,” said Cindy.

“You love me?” Mandy asked incredulously.

“Yes, I have since my time at university” said Cindy.

“Wow, I didn't expect that,” said Mandy.

“It's true,” said Cindy desperately.

Charlie Morningstar rolls her eyes for a moment as she listens to this nonsense.

Of course, a declaration of love is a must in such series, even if it is completely irrelevant. Presumably the audience expects them to get married at the end and as far as Charlie knows, this is episode 119 and can already guess what will happen in the final episodes.

“That...is nice...” sighs the angel.

“My tail or them getting married?” asked Charlie.

“Both,” breathed Vaggie.

“You're not desperate, you're a lost cause,” says the princess.

“Ouh Babe...then you and I are a very good match” said the angel.

Gradually, it is time for the lady of the house to see how well the two harmonize and stands up without hesitation to press her lover against the nearest wall and gently bite her neck with her sharp teeth while her tail continues to penetrate her ass. “You're all mine...do you understand?” sighed Charlie. She has already fucked this woman in every way imaginable today, it almost hurts. Nevertheless, she can't wait any longer and has to demonstrate her unbridled love for the neglected angel and hears the sweet, lustful sounds from Vaggie's mouth. However, Charlie must not overdo it in her true form, otherwise the little thing will break like a match. The daughter of the devil wants to avoid that at all costs.

“Oh...God...Charlie...harder,” moaned the angel.

Vaggie has absolutely no problem with the princess of hell taking her harder and wraps both legs tighter around her hips, making it difficult for Charlie to get her off again. The blonde has no intention of letting the cheeky angel go, she is far too intoxicated to finish a sensible thought.

The fire that has been kindled flows through the demoness and brings the special sex to its full intensity.

All she has to do is use her tail skillfully and thrust it in so deeply that Vaggie almost goes black before her eyes.

Nevertheless, the former exorcist angel remains steadfast, she will not give up so quickly.

She wishes for nothing more than to experience moments like this with the Princess of Hell again and again.

Charlie Morningstar can fulfill her insatiable desire with ease, Vaggie is convinced of that.

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Chapter 6 - I'm with You!

Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie lie snuggled up together under the cuddly blanket and look at each other.

The last few hours have been characterized by a passion that both will remember for a very long time and they move closer together to touch each other again. The Princess of Hell first attaches her wet lips to suck on them, while Vaggie's hand moves underneath the full demoness's belly button to slowly penetrate. Charlie compliments the plan and lifts her bent leg slightly and concentrates on the breasts of the fallen angel herself.

The whole thing is relatively quiet and serves purely for stimulation, and both enjoy the mutual caresses, feeling each time anew how the skillful hands literally make them sweat. Charlie involuntarily bites her lower lip when Vaggie catches a particularly sensitive spot and therefore bites harder on her breasts, and the demon's cock penetrates between the angel's legs to pamper her more intensely. Shortly afterwards, the princess of hell takes the initiative completely and lies down on the younger woman to share an intimate French kiss with her and to maintain the close physical contact, Vaggie spreads her bent legs and registers how the demon tail penetrates further into her wet pussy and grabs her ass with both hands so that the rubbing effect does not lose its intensity and the measures do not fail to have an effect.

The humidity rises by the second and makes the bed squeak. After an extremely sweaty quarter of an hour, the pace decreases noticeably, but they still keep an eye on each other. It's not the first time they've used the missionary position in this way to get their sensitive areas in the mood. “Vaggie...I really need to cooldown,” said Charlie. “It's okay babe, you've earned it” said the angel with a smile.

“I hope you're not leaving,” says Charlie.

“Don't worry, I'll stay where I am,” said Vaggie with a soft voice.

The blonde is reluctant to part with her sweetheart, but she really needs it now and wanders purposefully into the bathroom of the penthouse to cleanse her delicate body in the shower for the upcoming conflict with heaven. This is the highest priority for the daughter of the devil at the moment, she finally wants to focus on the next steps and takes a deep breath before turning on the tap. It already feels very good to feel every last drop of water on her bare body and creates a relatively relaxed atmosphere at the same time. Once the precious water has been spread over every conceivable area, the next thing on the agenda is choosing the right shampoo. The Princess of Hell attaches great importance to her appearance and has invested a lot of money in body care products in recent years. The many different scented shampoos from numerous well-known brands on the shelf are a silent witness to this spending spree and are waiting to be used properly by Charlie Morningstar.

To be honest, the picky demon has yet to find a real favorite and simply chooses the one that is most pleasing to her nose.

Today's winner is the clear strawberry flavored bottle that Vaggie, among others, also likes to use and slowly spreads the stuff on her sensitive body. It's not long before the left hand penetrates deeper between her legs and she can't help but think of the fallen angel.

Charlie really likes the company of the younger woman, she simply knows how to use her charms skillfully and strives to spend every free minute with the hotel manager in the future, no matter in what form, especially when sex plays a role, Charlie always gets warm around the heart and lets her dirty thoughts come out and starts to play around with the hard nipples with the other hand, which Vaggie caressed unrestrainedly during the memorable sex session and made the mistress of the house really sweat. The clear thoughts about it ensure ever faster hand movements.

"Hmmm...Vaggie" sighs the princess.

Charlie decides to simply close her eyes while masturbating and tilts her head back slightly to feel the lukewarm rain from the shower head even more clearly, she finds it increasingly difficult to hold back and increases the tempo with every minute. “That's nice,” muttered Charlie.

The attractive angel has really let it rip today and stares at the white ceiling with her eyes closed, smiling.

Vaggie has really made good use of her time today to get the most pleasure out of it. Just thinking about it makes the heart of the demoness beat faster and gives her goose bumps all over her body, which after a few minutes lead to a quick orgasm and Charlie simply squirts unabashedly against the red-tiled wall and watches impassively as the fluids slowly run down the drain.

The Princess of Hell will have to continue to work hard on herself so that she can repay the fallen angel.

Suddenly, her senses pick up on the opening of the bathroom door in the background and puts the demoness in another good mood. This can only be Vaggie, who is probably about to march in here to scrub her lover's back and is right in her assumption when she notices a small draft of air as the closed glass door opens behind her and the hotel manager snuggles firmly against the blonde-haired demoness without hesitation and reaches forward with her right hand to touch the bare breasts, while Vaggie sniffs the wet hair. “My sweet Princess...” breathed Vaggie.

The unbridled lust is almost palpable.

It fills the stuffy air in the closed scented cabin, which of course leaves Charlie no peace and simply turns in her direction. Unprompted, the mistress of the house reaches between her legs and looks at her slim, athletic body, which is a real eye-catcher at any time of day. Charlie keeps taking photos of the beautiful angel and in the end can't decide which one to use as the background image for her smartphone.

In any case, it is great fun to touch these sensitive areas and Vaggie takes good note of every action.

This unwavering trust brings a smile to the face of Charlie Morningstar and he snuggles closer to his young girlfriend.

Vaggie can't blame her for this attachment, it's also in her interest to deepen the relationship and sneaks her middle finger up her ass.

The demoness jerks up again in surprise and enjoys the togetherness with the horny hotel manager for a few minutes before the mistress of the house decides to return the favor. Charlie disappears from her field of vision again, this time to penetrate her ass with the tip of his tongue.

This really gets Vaggie going and she grabs her breasts with one hand to play with them herself.

This is pretty much how the former exorcist imagined it and has to support herself with both flat hands on the tiled wall so that she can spread her legs and Charlie can penetrate even deeper. This concentrated intensity really takes the breath away from the faithful angel and there is no turning back. She really loves it when Charlie uses her tongue in this way and must not show any weakness now, especially after the demoness touches her wet pleasure pearl with her left index finger, Vaggie stays in this position and enjoys how the demoness explores her ass.

Charlie always tries to crack her younger girlfriend in a playful way, but no matter what her darling tries, Vaggie will not give in.

The Princess of Hell is not impressed and penetrates as deeply as possible, making Vaggie moan slightly.

This is exactly what prompts Charlie to continue without pause, letting her nimble fingers do the rest.

After a few minutes, the older lover reappears in the field of vision of the aroused teacher, who has only one thing on her mind: to fuck Vaggie again. To do this, the blonde conjures up the 18 cm long red strap-on, which she quickly ties around her hips, while Vaggie turns her back to the wet glass front and shortly afterwards feels the hard part slowly penetrate her pulsating pussy.

“Oh...yes...Baby,” Vaggie sighs. The familiar feeling of being loved again by Charlie Morningstar makes Vaggie melt and startle slightly as the demoness' tongue runs along the left side of her face. The soft and hard touches of this lusty woman really push Vaggie to her limits and grins meaningfully at the milky glass front. It continues just as furiously as countless moments before and Vaggie shows no resistance as the princess pushes the hard part in as far as it will go. "Yes...fuck me...I want you" moaned the angel full of lust.

This announcement is like fuel for Charlie Morningstar and simply fucks the fallen angel through to the next splashing event.

Afterwards, the freshly showered couple return to bed to relax together.

Charlie Morningstar is glad to have such a loyal girlfriend by her side.

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Chapter 7 - Dante's Inferno

A few weeks later

Vaggi considers it her duty to always cut a good figure in public and keeps looking in the small hand mirror to make small corrections.

This time it's the turn of the faded lips and within a few moments they are back to their former color and she puts the utensils back in her white handbag and casts a furtive glance at the opposite side of the square table. Charlie Morningstar looks simply gorgeous in her glittering red dress, this heartwarming sight is part of the date between the two couples and she leaves a pretty relaxed impression, which is more than can be said for Vaggi because it's the first time the angel has been to Dante's Inferno. A fantastic restaurant where only the rich and powerful dine every day and no one can get in without a booking. So many overlords are gathered here that it's almost a miracle that no one has started a turf war yet.

Perhaps it's the presence of Princess Charlie Morningstar or the other special guest at the piano.

Alastor makes a return appearance after his long absence and plays a relatively quiet piece for the eager audience.

To be honest, Vaggi has no idea, but that doesn't matter and isn't as relaxed as Charlie Morningstar had imagined.

This is actually a romantic date by candlelight and not an event to recruit sinners for the Hazbin Hotel, even if one or two overlords drop by for a little business talk, which can actually be labeled as trivial small talk. The Princess of Hell would much rather the angel paid more attention to her and already has an idea of how to do this. “Vaggi,” says Charlie with a soft voice. Without giving it much thought, the fallen angel looks into those sparkling eyes again after a long time and is about to say something, but instead she feels the silver spoon with the liquid, dark chocolate directly in her mouth. The surprised and confused expression on her face is quite amusing to Charlie.

“If you want another dessert, just let me know, my darling,” says Charlie smiling and gazing relaxedly at her blushing girlfriend.

Vaggi takes the spoon out of her mouth herself and doesn't know what to say.

She hadn't expected to be in a special place like this.

Charlie has told her that she has booked a fancy restaurant and wanted to surprise the fallen angel.

The blonde-haired demoness succeeded impressively.

“Sorry, I'm definitely not making a good impression, it's my first time here and I really like the fruity dessert,” says Vaggi quietly.

“Oh you're so cute, you looked just like that on our first date,” said Charlie happily and gently stroked the surface of his left hand to calm the nerves of the angel. “You only have eyes for me today or don't you like my face?” asked Charlie Morningstar.

“Yes, you are especially beautiful today,” said Vaggi.

The hotel manager really likes this glittering red dress, which she put on especially for her and makes her look even prettier.

In the eyes of Vaggi, she is acting like a queen who cannot be ignored.

“I'm really pleased about that,” said Charlie smiling.

“To be honest, I'm a little worried about Al,” whispered Vaggi.

"Why? He's been sitting at the piano all evening, I've rarely seen him so relaxed," said the princess.

“That may be true, but why the hell does he have the head of Vox with him?” asked Vaggi.

“Maybe they're on a date,” says Charlie thoughtfully.

“No, I don't think so, it wasn't long ago that he was tied to his desk chair,” said the angel.

“Or maybe that's the way they reconcile,” said the blonde.

"Reconcile? In one of the most expensive, best and most exclusive restaurants in hell?" said Vaggi with a puzzled expression.

“You know what, we should ask him,” said Charlie and raised his right hand energetically to get the attention of the radio demon. Alastor then ends his solo performance and appears a few moments later with the head of Vox in his arms, right in front of the couple. "What can I do for you princess? Do you want me to play something else?" he asked with a smile. “No absolutely not, I enjoy your piano playing” said Charlie.

“It's all a question of practice,” said Alastor calmly.

“Speaking of exercise, why the hell are you lugging Vox around with you?” asked Vaggi.

“I'm just enjoying the silence of Vincent, his muting switch is very handy” said Alastor.

“His name is Vincent?” asked Charlie curiously.

“More precisely, Vincent Whittman,” said the radio demon.

“Now that's a funny name,” said the princess with a smile.

“No, not really, it doesn't attract the crowds,” noted Vaggi.

“In fact, in his previous life, he was just the weatherman,” said Alastor.

“Wait, he used to do the weather forecast?” asked Vaggi in amazement.

“Exactly Vincent was the weather god” said the radio demon sarcastically.

“Al, I just have one question, are you okay?” asked the angel.

“I'm feeling excellent.”

“You can see that Vaggi, he's having fun,” Charlie said with a smile.

“Yes, you can see that and what do Valentino and Velvette think?” asked Vaggi.

“You know, Vincent has been canceled, no one is interested in him,” said Alastor with satisfaction.

“So they've really thrown him out?” asked Vaggi.

“I think that's one way of putting it,” said the animator at the Habzin Hotel.

“I see, and what are you planning to do with him anyway?” asked Vaggi.

“I'm enjoying his helplessness, you can see that,” commented the radio demon.

“And now?” asked the angel.

“Counter question, what would you do with him, my angel?” asked Alastor curiously.

“So I would ask Baxter to program a commercial for redemption on it so it can run on that screen all day, after all Vincent is the strongest sinner in hell and has some influence” said Vaggi. "That is absolutely brilliant,’ said Charlie with shining eyes. “That is indeed a fine punishment, heaven I can imagine,” Alastor said with a grin and looked into the angry, silent face of the media demon who was cursing him incessantly.

"What's the matter Vincent, do you need a drink? I think you'll like the toilet water," said Alastor sarcastically.

“It would be nice if you didn't do anything bad to him anyway,” said Vaggi.

“He's defenceless and his program has been cancelled, I don't think there can be anything worse in hell, right Vincent?” asked Alastor amused.

“I'm talking about not exterminating him,” said the former exorcist angel.

“Please don't do that, give him a chance at redemption,” says the princess.

“Oh God no, Vincent would never do that, I'd rather enjoy his current existence, it's so delicious” said Alastor.

“Well then, we have nothing to worry about and could you please go back to the piano?” asked Charlie.

“Of course, I'll even do it for free for you, Princess,” said the radio demon enthusiastically and returned to the orphaned piano to continue playing, while Charlie began stroking the left leg of Vaggi with her foot under the table. Thanks to the white tablecloth that reaches down to the polished floor, no one can see what is going on between the two of them. “What are you doing?” Vaggi asked, blushing.

“Like I said, you only have eyes for me,” breathed Charlie.

“Yes, I know, but what's your foot doing?” asked Vaggi smiling.

“I'm making sure you relax, after all, I'm responsible for your well-being,” said Charlie mischievously.

“Maybe I'm about to faint,” said Vaggi. “Ouh that would be exciting” said Charlie and starts to run his foot over her right knee, which is no reason for Vaggi to spread her legs so that her blonde-haired lover can enjoy herself. “Is that like foreplay?” asked Vaggi.

“I can use my tail too?” whispered Charlie seductively and casually glanced over at Alastor, who was really hitting the buttons to encourage the guests present to dance. “Oh, I'm looking forward to that later,” said Vaggi with a grin and took out the hand mirror again to comb her hair back to its former glory. “You really do shine like a star,” said Charlie. “I think it's nice to be here with you too,” said Vaggi.

“We'll be here for a while, after all there are hotel rooms in Dante's Inferno, you'll love it” said the princess.

“Wow, I wasn't expecting that,” said Vaggi in amazement.

“You have earned it,” said Charlie in a gentle voice.

“I don't know what to say,” said the angel, blushing.

“It's ok to take a little time out, the sinners won't run away from us and the hotel is in good hands while we're away” says Charlie.

“You know what, we should answer the call from Al and shake our hips,” said Vaggi and offered her hand to the blonde. The Princess of Hell has been eagerly waiting all evening for her fallen angel to say something like that and shows the guests present her skillful dance moves.

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Chapter 8 - A devilish Pleasure

The wet tongue of the Princess of Hell unerringly penetrates deeper and deeper into the wet pussy of the fallen angel and makes the one-eyed woman feel good. It is always a great honor when the demonic girlfriend decides to demonstrate her lovemaking skills on her so that Vaggi is in top form for the following night and tries to stay as relaxed as possible while Charlie Morningstar casually looks into her face to make sure her lover is comfortable. She is always fascinated by these different emotions and feels the irrevocable desire for more herself. But it would be too early for that, she definitely wants to lick Vaggi's delicious pussy for longer, after all they both have enough time under the dark night sky of hell.

After the memorable dance in the dining room of Dante's Inferno, the couple retired to the roof terrace of their luxury suite on the top floor.

It belongs to the absolute upper class and offers its guests a special view of Pentagram City.

The artificial, hot and graceful hot spring on the terrace is a particular highlight.

Charlie Morningstar has really spared nothing in wanting only the best for her fallen angel and they both take full advantage of the evening. Vaggi never expected to ever sit on the flat stone edge and be loved by the princess in this way. This will definitely become a permanent part of her memories and she strokes Charlie's wet, loose hair with one hand, trying to resist her urges. The Princess of Hell knows what she's doing and it really is a nice way to relax and eventually the manager of the Hazbin Hotel has to give in to this immense pressure or her brain will start to melt. It's the third time Vaggi climaxes and squirts all over the greedy demoness's face. Without hesitation, Charlie gets out of the knee-deep water to attach his soft lips to her mouth, while Vaggi starts pulling on her hard nipples and, of course, to share a long overdue tongue kiss with Charlie Morningstar. “Are you coming in, sweetheart?” asked Charlie. “Of course darling,” said Vaggi.

The blonde gently pulls her lover into the knee-deep, fragrant water to lightly rub their bodies together.

The many essential oils are a real blessing for the soul of the fallen angel and really make Vaggi feel more relaxed than ever and play openly with each other again with their tongues. She is really looking forward to sleeping with her later to strengthen this close bond as much as possible. Her deft dexterity will certainly come in handy and after a few minutes of sensual togetherness, Charlie Morningstar pauses again and looks into her naked girlfriend's smiling face. “You know what, I need something cool from the fridge now,” said the princess of hell and immediately turned her back to put on the red, thin bathrobe made of the finest silk and slowly marched out of the hot spring. The attentive angel has not failed to notice that she has assumed her true demonic form and dangles her tail around her tailbone in a seductive manner, and sends her pheromones directly to Vaggi. The desire of the princess of hell for her angel is quite strong at the moment, however Vaggi has to take a deep breath and begins to wash her body with a red sponge. “I know you are here Alastor, do not be so shy.” remarked the fallen angel.

The former exorcist notices a shadow slithering out of the dense bushes in the background and within moments Alastor is standing on the green grass with a full glass of whiskey in her hand and taking a swig from it. “Honestly who needs heaven when you have this, I'll tell you what my dear, this isn't standard equipment from Dante's Inferno, it's the work of Charlie Morningstar” said Alastor with a smile.

“Do you want to come in Al?” asked Vaggi.

“You want what?” asked Alastor in astonishment.

“The ethereal oils have a healing effect and are good for the wounds Adam inflicted on you,” said the angel.

“So you've noticed,” Alastor said casually.

“I don't have to tell you what I used to do as a full-time job,” said Vaggi.

“No, you really don't have to,” said the radio demon and snapped his fingers briefly, taking a seat opposite Vaggi at a certain distance. “You look like shit even more, it will take a few weeks, maybe even months, for the healing process to be completed” stated Vaggi.

“You know Vox hasn't exactly been a witty conversationalist” said Alastor.

“Speaking of which, I hope the flat bulb isn't here” said the fallen angel.

“No, it's hanging outside my hotel room door,” commented Alastor.

“Great, a -please do not disturb- sign is always handy” says Vaggi with a grin.

“I had exactly the same thought,” said the radio demon sarcastically.

“And what are your plans?” asked Vaggi curiously.

“I'm going back on air with my radio show,” commented Alastor.

"With Vox as an interview partner?” asked the angel.

“Oh please no, I've been listening to his crap for weeks and the least people want to hear is a weatherman with a god complex,” said the demon.

“Hey, you could use someone for your weather forecast,” says Vaggi.

“I bet those lectures are just as witty as his usual ramblings,” said Alastor.

“However, I'm going in now, so the spring is yours” Vaggi said with a smile.

“Your princess must have neglected you for too long” remarked the radio demon.

“That's why I made a deal with her” said the fallen angel.

“I see, a deal with Charlie Morningstar is always practical, so have fun my dear” said Alastor grinning.

Vaggi will definitely have this great fun and steps out of the hot spring completely naked to get into the air-conditioned interior of the suite and marches into the kitchen first to get a cool drink and finds something even better there. Charlie Morningstar is standing in front of the open fridge door in a hot outfit and was about to treat himself to an ice cream. Naturally, the Princess of Hell notices the presence of her young girlfriend and smugly strokes her smooth hair while her demon tail wraps around her left leg. “Hey my angel,” breathed Charlie.

The sight completely embarrasses Vaggi, her clouded mind unable to get a sensible word out and she stands there rooted to the spot.

That doesn't stop the princess from closing the distance to kiss the angel firmly on the mouth and evoke the familiar feeling of goosebumps.

“You didn't even make the effort to put on anything nice,” said Charlie.

“You would have ripped my clothes off anyway,” said Vaggi.

“There's something to it my dear” sighed the demoness and led her directly into the clean bedroom with the numerous lit candles, to get down on her knees in front of Vaggi and slowly caress her pussy with her tongue. This sight slightly throws Vaggi off her stride and she stares into the large wall mirror with one eye. She has rarely seen herself from this perspective. The slim, attractive physique is the result of her years of training, which Charlie Morningstar appreciates so much. Vaggi is glad not to have drunk so much alcohol tonight, otherwise it could affect her stamina and seems surprised when Alastor suddenly appears in front of them in a bathrobe to playfully sniff the hair of Vaggi. “Al...?” asked the angel confused.

“Don't worry, I'm just a spectator,” the radio demon says casually and takes a sip from his whiskey glass.

The annoying injury bothers him more than he would like to admit, otherwise he would be quite inclined to join in and instead watches the kinky couple enjoy themselves to their heart's content. To be honest, it's pretty one-sided because the Princess of Hell makes no bones about giving the angel a chance and Vaggi can't imagine anything better than being at the center of this lust and puts her to the real test with her tongue. Normally this would not be a problem for Vaggi, but the sensual actions in the hot spring earlier have not left her unscathed and she reaches her climax again after a few moments. Naturally, Charlie takes in everything this pulsating pussy has to offer and after a while appears in the field of vision of the aroused angel.Naturally, Charlie takes in everything this pulsating pussy has to offer and after a while appears in the field of vision of the aroused angel. “I think it's time for a little fun,” said Charlie with sparkling eyes and looks Vaggi in her longing face, which is crying out for love.

Instantly, she leads the fallen angel straight to bed for another memorable night.

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Chapter 9 - Rest and Relaxation?

Rest and relaxation are two elements that Vaggi only experiences in the arms of her beloved princess of hell and after this intense night, the fallen angel feels simply wonderful and is very happy to be lying together with the blonde under the cozy blanket in the spacious double bed of the hotel room. It's truly a heavenly feeling that Vaggi wouldn't want to miss and there's really no reason to get up straight away.

"Good afternoon Pentagram City, this is your esteemed radio host Alastor, in case you don't know me? That's not so bad, pretty much all of you won't survive an encounter with me, but that's beside the point, I just wanted to let you know that I'm back on the air and there's even some relevant news for my listeners, the first is about the Vees, they've finally managed to change their name and are now called V-Industries, my congratulations that they have decided to polish up their battered image after the previous owner almost destroyed Pentagram City with his faulty product and now we come to the second and most important news, an amusement park for the whole family has opened in Cannibal Town, this is sure to be hilarious and bloody fun not to be missed..."

Vaggi somehow manages to find the button on the radio and turn the noisy thing off, after half a shawl and numerous failed attempts. Why the hell is there one on the commode anyway? The angel can't remember that there was one there and suspects that Alastor is behind it.

Perhaps Vaggi wasn't looking properly because she was only paying attention to the pretty princess of hell.

Anyway, the fallen angel can no longer think about sleeping and crawls out of bed to put on a blue robe and go straight to the roof terrace. Another big surprise awaits Vaggi there, a certain radio demon sits relaxed with a warm cup of tea in his hand, at a small, round, laid table and shares this company with Vox, who stares at him the whole time with an evil look. “God, I hope you haven't ruined the hot spring,” Vaggi said, shaking her head. “No my dear, I'm just enjoying the view of the city and if you're hungry, there's some delicious finger food” said Alastor.

Just looking at the various severed fingers in the transparent bowl makes Vaggi feel sick and she turns her gaze to Pentagram City.

The destroyed areas of the doomsday machine are still visible and the V-Tower is still being cleaned up, especially the crane on the roof makes Vaggi quite suspicious, because it is about to remove a V and that obviously belongs to Vox. “Tell me, am I still dreaming or are the other Vees really planning to do their thing?” Vaggi asked skeptically. “There are a lot of changes in the air,” said Alastor casually.

“How did you get to Vox in the first place?” asked the angel.

“He was in the landfill,” said the radio demon.

“Wow, and I thought you had sneaked into the penthouse of Valentino and kidnapped him for your own purposes,” Vaggi said thoughtfully.

“Would you really credit me with something like that?” asked Alastor.

“I would give you a lot of credit,” said the angel.

“Now I'm flattered, but no Vox was just thrown away like an old piece of technology that's out of fashion,” said Alastor grinning.

Vaggi gradually realizes that the search for a suitable successor to the coveted TV department at V-Industries is no fucking joke. It may be presented by Velvette as a funny casting show, but all the tension in the air is real and palpable, something could happen at any moment.

Vaggi returns to the living room and, out of sheer curiosity, switches on the OLED TV under the extinguished fireplace.

"...Here's Katie Killjoy with some hot and important breaking news, the long search for the coveted chair at Vox TV has finally come to an end. Vanda, from the Ring of Gluttony, is my new boss with immediate effect and if you don't know the face yet, remember it by heart..."

...I know what you're thinking now, she looks so cute and I think so too and no I haven't turned gay like a certain princess, however unfortunately I couldn't get a first statement from her yet, but more on that later..."

Vaggi couldn't believe her only eye when she sees this picture and looks next to the OLED TV.

A similar picture of the part-owner of Dante's Inferno is also hanging there.

To be honest, she is too tired to think about the motives and goes back to bed to continue cuddling with Charlie Morningstar.

That's much more relevant than pondering any power struggles.

Meanwhile in the V-Tower

Valentino and Velvette move quickly through the building to get rid of this pesky intruder who is obviously trying to launch a hostile takeover and there's no way they're going to let that happen, so within moments they stop at the door of Vox's office and immediately kick it in and storm the room with all their might. “How nice that you accepted my invitation to our first meeting,” says Vanda relaxed.

“What the fuck is this?” Velvette asked angrily.

“Nobody invited you,” said Valentino and pointed his two pistols directly at Vanda, who was sitting on the chair behind the desk, completely unimpressed. “You're completely off the rails, no wonder you haven't been able to get anything together for weeks, it was pretty easy to overcome your security measures, if I were hostile to you, you'd be rotting in the street right now” said Vanda.

“Val put down your weapons” said Velvette.

"Seriously? What is this crap?" he asked annoyed.

“You know who is sitting in front of us,” said the demoness.

“Yes, I know, we're regulars at Dante's Inferno, damn it,” cursed Valentino.

“That's true, you're my favorite sinners” said Vanda with a smile.

“Oh no, spare me this crap” croaked Valentino loudly.

“You don't seem to care much about your reputation at the moment, or what's with this bullshit show?” asked Vanda.

“We're just looking for a suitable candidate to fill this chair,” said Velvette.

“You've found him, I'm technically proficient, have enough charisma and more work experience than both of you put together,” said Vanda.

“Yes...Yes you are the best bitch in hell” said Velvette with her arms crossed.

“You're so cute when you look at me like that, my little doll” breathed Vanda.

“Fuck you Vanda,” Velvette said with a smile.

“Vel you're getting more and more attractive with every second” said Vanda.

"What is this? A fuck meeting between you two?" asked Valentino.

“Vanda likes to keep me on my toes,” said Velvette sarcastically.

“You can shove a dildo up her ass later, I want to know what the fuck happens now?” asked Valentino.

“That's quite simple, you're the boss here and take care of your movies, Velvette is my hashtag bitch and I'm responsible for the usual entertainment,” said Vanda and gave the doll demoness a few clear and unmistakable glances. “That's all?” asked Valentino.

“What were you thinking?” asked Vanda.

“A hostile takeover by some asshole,” said the moth demon.

“Don't worry, you can go back to your movie with Angel,” says Vanda.

“Hey that's a very good idea, he needs my attention anyway and have fun at your fuck meeting” says Valentino grinning and without hesitation leaves the office to go back to his studio, while Velvette immediately sits on the lap of Vanda to kiss her gently on the sweet mouth.

“Your raster curls look good on you, by the way, my doll,” says Vanda smiling.

“And your hair feels pretty smooth today,” commented Velvette.

“I also tried the shampoo you recommended,” said Vanda.

“I'm more than just your hashtag bitch” Velvette breathed.

“So sweetie, what was that casting show all about?” asked Vanda curiously.

“That was the idea of Valentino, he wanted to find Vox again,” says Velvette.

“I don't understand that part,” said Vanda thoughtfully.

“After all that crap with the God thing, Val just threw the head of Vox away because he was mad at him and didn't want to talk to him anymore, that lasted a few days and then he really needed to talk to Vox again, but he disappeared” said Velvette.

"I see, you followed the wishes of Valentino and what about you? Vox made you look bad in front of Carmilla Carmine," said Vanda.

“How did you know about that?” asked Velvette.

“Darling, Carmilla is also a regular at Dante's Inferno and was particularly talkative at a private dinner,” says Vanda.

“Fuck...that motherfucker actually made me apologize to that whore, he can go to hell for all I care...Wait did you fuck her?” asked Velvette.

“Me? No, I like younger models like you” breathed Vanda.

“Ouh you said that nicely” says Velvette.

“You know, I still have a few things to do, like amplifying the broadcast signal from Vox TV so that the whole hell gets good TV again and then I'll fuck you” said Vanda.

“I hope you don't take that long” says Velvette smiling.

“You can start pouring water into the bathtub,” said the demoness.

“That's a wonderful idea, darling,” says Velvette relaxed and gets back down from her lap to put this plan into action, while Vanda focuses all her attention on the laptop screen again and starts to reconfigure the fragile security system of the V-Tower.

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Chapter 10 - Relax, Babe

Velvette can't imagine anything better than sitting with her older lover Vanda in the large whirlpool of her penthouse in the V-Tower and listening to the trendiest music from hell while rhythmically flicking her left finger and shaving the pussy of the new boss of Vox TV with a sharp knife. At last there is clear sound coming from the expensive music system again and no constant annoying hissing, which has been tugging at the doll demon's nerves due to the poor reception signal over the last few weeks. Vanda really kept her word and got the system up and running again in no time at all, which lifts her spirits considerably. This lively behavior really amuses Vanda and enjoys sitting with her legs spread out in front of her so that Velvette can remove every last hair, because she hates nothing more than hair in that coveted spot.

"Hello Pentagram City, here's your esteemed radio moderator Alastor again with some useful tips and tricks for your leisure activities, it's Ladies Night at the famous nightclub of Dante's Inferno, so ladies swing your hips in, the self-mixed cocktails are of course free of charge and for all the hopeless souls out there who are desperate for redemption and want to go to heaven, I can only recommend the Hazbin Hotel, you probably won't regret it, unless you want to stay in hell, then go ahead...and now have fun with the current music..."

“You could have adjusted the reception signal so that this radio demon doesn't have to be heard,” Velvette said.

“Alastor is a good customer,” commented Vanda.

“I realize that, but it doesn't need to be,” says the doll demoness.

“Vox has had plenty of opportunity to silence him for good, I mean a knife of celestial steel isn't hard to come by” said Vanda.

“The moron preferred to tie him to a desk chair” said Velvette.

“Did they actually fuck each other?” Vanda asked curiously.

“No they haven't, Val gets jealous so easily” Velvette said sarcastically.

“You've got to be kidding me” giggled Vanda.

“Damn...could you please hold still,” says Velvette annoyed.

“Babe, your desire to spill a little blood is clearly noticeable,” said Vanda.

“I admit, killing a few people would appeal to me, I haven't done that for a long time” stated Velvette.

“That's right, the number of your followers has unfortunately decreased,” Vanda noted.

“I was too busy with the bullshit show by Valentino,” commented Velvette.

“Yes, your influence has waned considerably,” said the cat demoness.

“Careful, darling, or I really will cut you,” says Velvette grinning.

“It wouldn't be the first time a little blood has flowed between us,” breathed Vanda.

“Not in my whirlpool, you'd just ruin the cozy bubble bath,” clarified Velvette.

This is a very good argument for Vanda and she waits patiently until Velvette finishes shaving her intimate region a few minutes later and finally joins her. “I can take you to Ladies' Night tonight, you could do with a bit of relaxation, sweetheart,” says Vanda.

"I'm thinking about it and why are the drinks free? Do you end up losing your soul?" Velvette asked casually.

“That's what I'm speculating, the more alcohol that flows, the less people know what they're doing” Vanda said with a smile.

“Wow, you're a real devil,” the doll demoness said sarcastically.

“So you're in?” asked Vanda.

“Only on the condition that I don't make any deals of any kind, even when I'm drunk,” said Velvette.

“It's going to be great, babe,” says Vanda satisfied and conjures up her smartphone to send a written message to the reliable employees that a very special VIP guest will be present and looks a little puzzled at a self-programmed app that only serves to receive the signa from Vox. “Wow, I didn't think it would work so quickly,” says Vanda, briefly wiping her finger across the sensitive touchscreen to project a map of Pentagram into the air in front of the eyes of Velvette. "Babe, do you see that red point?" asked Vanda. “Of course, what is it to represent?” asked Velvette.

“This is Vox,” whispered the demoness cat.

“Shit, you've got to be kidding,” Velvette said, shaking her head.

“Who would have thought he'd be in Dante's Inferno,” said Vanda with a grin.

“I only had lunch there three days ago and that flat wanker hasn't been in contact” said Velvette.

“Maybe he's become shy,” said Vanda sarcastically.

“Or he's a prisoner,” said Velvette thoughtfully.

“He's a powerless loser, who the hell is going to take him prisoner?” asked Vanda.

“He's pissed a lot of people off” said Velvette.

It's actually quite simple who brought Vox into Dante's Inferno, Vanda only needs the surveillance videos from the last 24 hours and within a very short time numerous revealing images from the various locations of the well-known establishment appear, especially the dance evening yesterday instantly takes center stage and Vanda spontaneously starts laughing, while Velvette initially looks at the outline of the radio demon in disbelief.

“What the hell is so funny about that?” asked Velvette.

“I think they make a cute couple” giggled Vanda.

“It doesn't look like a date to me” says the demoness thoughtfully.

“Anyway, now that you know where this loser is, are you going to do anything?” asked Vanda curiously.

“I'm not going to do anything, Valentino is after that asshole and I'm not running after him, I have business of my own to run” said Velvette.

“I thought so, and should we tell Valentino?” asked Vanda.

“No, I'm not in the mood for his shit,” commented Velvette.

“So let's keep this little secret for now,” whispered Vanda.

“Yeah, I've got better things to do at the moment anyway” says Velvette with a smile and kisses her lover on the lips.

Some time later

After a relaxing bath, Vanda can't wait to drop her slim and attractive body straight onto the comfy mattress in the bedroom of Velvette and bury her face in the cozy heart-shaped pillow. The day has gone very well so far, the takeover of Vox TV has gone off without a hitch, the security system is running at full speed and the broadcasting signal is once again strong enough to supply the whole of hell with the numerous films and series and her beloved Velvette, with whom she has been in a relationship for a few years now, seems to have a great interest in supporting this cooperation. The doll demoness seems to have really blossomed and sits eagerly at her desk to create new clothes or set up a fashion show to show the other overlords that she's not out of the game. It's so entertaining to watch her and Vanda would like her to come to bed for a little cuddle and it wouldn't do any good to show off her seductive naked body in bed if Velvette doesn't pay any attention to her.

As always, Vanda has to take action on her own and gets up without hesitation to sit directly on the desk surface and look into the surprised face of Velvette. “I'm having a hard time choosing a suitable outfit for our date tonight” breathed Vanda and stretches out her right leg and playfully runs her foot along the white, thin and see-through bathrobe. The demoness' breasts in particular are gently caressed with the tip of her foot, which embarrasses Velvette more than she would like to admit. Actually, she has a lot of ideas in her head that are worth implementing, but the hot sight makes all the thoughts just disappear into nothingness and the eager eyes are focused on the beautiful breasts of the cat demoness and suddenly Vanda just spreads her legs to show more of her attractive body and holds her flat hand on it.

“Come on babe, what do you want?” asked Vanda with a smile.

Velvette is not keen on this stupid foreplay and takes her hand to the side to penetrate her intimate area directly with her tongue.

Vanda finally gets all the attention again and closes her eyes to relax and feel the sensation better. She has really missed Velvette, because a certain media demon has been using her for weeks for his stupid plans and there has been little to no time for such sensual activities.

After that things didn't get any better and as of today, Vanda knows why.

Even if Vox should return to the V-Tower, Vanda will definitely not give up this position.

A new era of entertainment has begun and the experienced businesswoman doesn't want to miss out on it.

“Hmmmm...babe...you're so hot” Vanda breathed with a smile.

With Velvette by her side, it's bound to be even more fun. She still harbors a grudge against Vox and Valentino apparently hasn't really taken care of the doll demoness' needs either, so personal business is suffering and Vanda will definitely support the young lover in her projects.

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Chapter 11 - A Date with a Devil

“Please die for me my sweet little doll” warbled Velvette happily and smashes the head of this lousy dog demon with a witch's hammer and can't help but grin devilishly as the head lands directly in the open, round garbage can, that was a real direct hit and Velvette stretches both arms out in front of the audience as if the doll demoness had accomplished something special. “You little witch, I'm going to shut your little mouth and piss on your grave” cursed a fish demon and attacks her with a bloody chainsaw to cut this bitch into a thousand pieces. Velvette simply takes a small step to the right to let the attack come to nothing and smashes the skull with her witch's hammer, slapping pieces of its brain against the wall. The other heavily armed demons are completely uninterested in this display of power and attack Velvette blindly. Thanks to her acrobatic skills, the doll demoness suffers no damage and stages a bloody massacre for her followers in the backyard of a dirty side street.

“My ass, I'm going to piss on your sweet graves, my little friends,” says Velvette triumphantly and looks into the camera of the flying drone with a smile. This spontaneous, bloody performance was not actually planned, but in Pentagram City such turf wars are the order of the day. Everyone tries to secure as much of this big piece as possible and wants to silence the biggest bitch in hell forever in order to secure their own position.

A constant, repetitive cycle that Velvette takes great pleasure in. It's great fun massacring the broken inhabitants of Pentagram City.

“Hey my dolls, I hope you like my way of redemption, see you my dears” says Velvette with a diabolical grin.

Especially her followers always want to see blood, violence, guts and whatever else is on the program and that's exactly what Velvette always delivers first-class material. This time, however, it wasn't planned, the doll demoness actually just wanted to go on her date and was attacked by some assholes while crossing the side street and put on a little show, which could be seen all over hell thanks to the strong broadcast signal and brought her numerous new followers. After all, the whole action has brought something and soberly looks at the numerous dead enemies to find out which gang they might belong to and rips the clown mask off a six-armed demon. “What the hell?” said Velvette puzzled.

Maybe Velvette is just imagining it, but he could belong to Valentino because she can't think of anyone else with a single gold tooth in their stupid face and shouldn't jump to conclusions for now. “That really is pure bullshit,” muttered Velvette quietly.

“So I like your brand of redemption, Babe.”

Velvette recognizes that smug voice from a hundred miles away, there is no immediate danger and remains in her passive stance as Vanda slowly steps out of the shadows to smile at her sweetheart. “Fuck, we were supposed to meet at Dante's Inferno,” Velvette says.

“We can still do that” commented Vanda.

“By the way, your red -white colored kimono looks pretty good on you” said Velvette.

“How nice that you like it and the blood on your pretty face is probably your latest make-up” said Vanda smiling.

“Fuck you, you see what happened here” Velvette said with her arms crossed.

“Yeah you can't miss it” stated Vanda and snapped her fingers to give the young lover a new smartphone.“

You know, I did get the security system working, but it's a virus-fest and this smartphone meets the newest security standards,” said Vanda.

“Do I understand correctly, my smartphone has been hacked?” asked Velvette.

“Yes, I'm tracking the hacker right now, it may take a while,” said Vanda.

“I'm going to redeem this fucker in a way that will make even the heavens jealous” says the doll demoness with clenched fists.

“Ouh I'm getting all fuzzy, Babe,” says Vanda sarcastically and bends down to lick the blood from the face of Velvette and reaches under the black, hip-length dress with her right hand to pull down the wet panties. “Fuck...” sighed Velvette. “Hey, you're already wet,” whispered Vanda mischievously and pressed her lover against the blood-smeared wall without any significant resistance. This is actually the worst possible time for the biggest bitch in hell to do something like this, more assholes could turn up at any time to cause her even more trouble, but experiencing a dirty little adventure with Vanda excites the doll demoness and clasps the cat demoness' hips with both legs, feeling the fluffy tail penetrate her ass in the next moment. “Ouh I have a weakness for naughty girls” breathed Vanda seductively, not worrying at all about potential enemies, her sensitive hearing picking up the smallest sounds even from a great distance. So there is no reason to be nervous and finds the restless nature of the doll demoness extremely amusing. It's so easy to upset her and Velvette can't resist her anyway, thanks to her sought-after dexterity alone, which literally makes her melt and Vanda sniffs her fragrant hair, which has the blood of her enemies on it, with longing. Surely she'll freak out again, because, as often, she's ruined her outfit, but that's no big deal for Hell Inhabitant and loves her fun and playful antics, which ensure that Vanda shows her possessive side and wants to dominate over the pretty little doll. “Come on, turn around,” breathed Vanda.

In less than a split second, the surprised demoness stares at the dirty wall in front of her and feels both the hot breath on the back of her neck and the right middle finger in her ass. “Shit...you're ruining my outfit,” Velvette moaned excitedly. “Oh Babe, you like that” whispered Vanda mischievously, registering the very little resistance from her angry girlfriend. Basically, that's what she needs and this back alley is the perfect place for it. After all, there should be no routine boredom in this relationship. Especially when the smell of dead demons is in the muggy air, it thrills Velvette all the more and she glances casually to her right to stare at the strange crow with the three red eyes on the open trash can.

That's nothing to worry about, this stupid creature can be safely ignored and she concentrates on the nimble fingers of her older lover, who is gradually picking up speed. “Vanda...deeper” sighs Velvette. It is always exciting when Velvette gives herself completely to her and reaches her climax after two minutes, the loss of control means that Velvette can no longer stand on her feet and lands directly in the pool of blood beneath her feet. “Shit...” gasped the doll demoness. "You look so adorable, Babe,” giggled Vanda. “I'll get back at you later,” cursed Velvette.

“Yes, I love you too,” said the cat demon with a smile, helping her girlfriend to her feet and kissing her on the lips again.

“Say, can I send that hot shit?” asked Velvette with a grin, leaving her drone on the whole time in case anything else happened.

“Why are you still asking me that?” said Vanda, puzzled.

“It could have been that you've become a little pussy,” Velvette said spitefully.

“I'm bigger than you, my dear,” said Vanda sarcastically and had absolutely nothing against this dirty love play getting her loyal followers.

This will definitely increase the reach in hell and it doesn't matter what form it takes.

Velvette, for one, is already looking forward to editing this video to her standards later and snaps her fingers to get her outfit back in order within moments. This time she's wearing a sleeveless black cocktail dress and does a little 180 degree turn to show Vanda who's the prettiest bitch, after which they walk in the opposite direction to get to the back alley entrance. It would be very easy for Vanda to open a portal, but she is curious to see if anyone is stupid enough to follow them and after a few minutes they arrive at their destination and look intently at the passing crowd on the seedy streets of Pentagram City. “You know, we can set odds on which of these assholes gets the chance to be redeemed,” says Velvette.

"In what way?" asked Vanda.

“Of course the Hazbin Hotel plays a big part” said Velvette.

“Alastor and Vaggi are not candidates for redemption, they feel very comfortable here and if I look at the rest, the odds will be very low, they are here for a reason” commented Vanda. “Unless heaven has changed its standards and rules for redemption,” said the doll demoness thoughtfully.

“Imagine Vox being redeemed,” said Vanda sarcastically. “I have a lot of imagination sweetie, but hell freezes over first” Velvette said, picking up her new smartphone to start a hell-wide opinion poll on who has the best chance of being redeemed. “You know what, we should stop by the Hazbin Hotel when we get a chance and get more information, it's a trending topic,” says Vanda and gets full approval from her crazy girlfriend.

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Chapter 12 - Ladies Night

A visit to the hippest clubs in Pentagram City is an absolute must for Velvette.

This is where the shady businesswoman can make new contacts, whether private or business-related. In this way, she has already concluded numerous successful deals or eliminated the annoying competition in the most brutal way. Today, however, Velvette has only pure pleasure on her mind in the nightclub of Dante's Inferno and bends her head down to draw the finest cocaine from the sink in the ladies' room directly through her nose and then looks in the mirror again to check her appearance and takes the matching lipstick from her handbag to make a few corrections.

She always wants to look perfect, even if it's an impossible task because Vanda always finds a way to ruin it.

“Hey bitch, how's it look, do you need some stuff too?” asked Velvette and turned her head to the right to look smugly at the fallen angel Vaggi. The doll demon didn't expect someone like that to set foot in here and finds it hard to imagine that she wants to party, because the one-eyed manager of the Hazbin Hotel looks far too sober for that. “No, even if you offered me a bunch of flowers,” says Vaggi.

“Oh my goodness, this is the nightclub of Dante's Inferno and not the Hazbin Hotel,” commented Velvette.

“You're a sneaky bitch, that's reason enough,” said the fallen angel.

“That doesn't mean we can have a little fun, my beautiful angel,” breathed Velvette.

“No, I want to keep my soul,” answered Vaggi.

“I don't need your soul, but your attractive body certainly has a lot to offer, because your outfit at Vox's party was quite impressive, how about being my model for a day or two?” says Velvette with a grin and takes a black ribbon to tie her hair into a ponytail.

“What the fucking hell” said Vaggi, shaking her head.

“Redemption, angels and all that bullshit are trendy at the moment, you understand that, right?” asked Velvette.

“Wow after you almost ruined the hotel with your propaganda show, are you seriously suggesting some kind of agreement?” asked Vaggi.

“Your princess has delivered so many great performances, it was pure gold for the ratings and for my laugh muscles, I still have a stomach ache,” Velvette said sarcastically.

“How nice for you, in the end even you and all the others lost their laughter,” says Vaggi.

“That's right, we sang a hopeful little song and got lots of new viewers, I don't think we've ever had so many subscribers to the TV channel” said Velvette happily.

“Wow, you really are the worst bitch in all of hell,” Vaggi said, shaking her head.

“I know, you're not bad either,” says Velvette with a grin.

“That's not very flattering, I personally am going to spend the whole evening with Charlie” said the fallen angel.

“Hey should you fuck the princess on the dance floor, can I film that shit?” asked Velvette curiously.

“Then you will feel my spear of heavenly steel,” says Vaggi unequivocally. “Wow that sounds so heavenly, I'm looking forward to it, so see you later my sweet angel” breathed the doll demoness seductively and looked in the mirror one last time before leaving the toilet and making her way back to the main hall, which was fully booked and that wasn't just because of the colorful ceiling lighting, but also thanks to Beezlebub.

The lively deadly sin Queen Bee is an old friend from Vanda and gladly accepted her invitation for this exuberant party and creates a great atmosphere on the dance floor, which some guests follow her glorious example, while other couples sit on the black semicircular sofas and are flirting with each other uninhibitedly, thanks to the high alcohol consumption some are already fucking each of them around.

This is exactly how Velvette imagined it and heads straight for the bar to sit on the lap of Vanda and kiss her on the mouth.

“Hey Babe, are you being well looked after?” asked the lady of the house.

“Of course,” Velvette said with a smile.

The question from the cat daemoness is no coincidence; satisfied customers are good advertising for the businesswoman and should continue to promote her image. At the moment, that plays a subordinate role, she wants to have some fun with her cute doll.

“So do we want to dance or relax on the couch?” asked Vanda.

“I'd prefer the couch,” said Velvette.

Of course, Vanda grants this request and leads her to a semicircular black couch made of the finest leather, which is shielded from the other guests by a partition so that Vanda can have some peace and quiet for a while. Velvette seizes the opportunity and tears open another bag of cocaine and spreads it on the surface of the glass table and snorts it in one go. “Oh...fuck, there's nothing better than this,” said Velvette with a smile and casually glanced at the drinks menu. It only takes a few moments before five professional waitresses stand in front of the couple to take their order. They know that this VIP guest has top priority, and Vanda really appreciates this fast service. They have been specially trained for this, and within a few minutes, the numerous alcoholic drinks and other drugs are on the round glass table. “Yes, that's good stuff,” stated Velvette.

Vanda leans back, completely relaxed, to sip iced gin vodka, while Velvette sits down on the cat demon with her legs apart to stroke her pretty face.

“Just look, don't touch, you stupid bitch,” said Velvette grinning.

“You're really mean, Babe,” says Vanda.

“I have to serve some purpose,” said the doll demoness.

The lady of the house really had to pull herself together, otherwise she would really fall over her cunning girlfriend, because this tight-fitting cocktail dress emphasized her beautiful figure and would immediately tear off her body, instead Vanda contented herself with a long and intimate tongue kiss, without using her hands for other purposes. “Oh sweetie, I really love you,” breathed Velvette.

The longer the evening goes on, the more the atmosphere between the two of them crackles, which Vanda always feels when Velvette snuggles closer to her, either to nibble on her cat ears or play with her hair. “You know, I have to do something for little girls,” said the doll demon.

Vanda no longer stays on the cozy couch and none of the guests present notice the sudden disappearance of the well-known VIP guests and after a short time they are standing in front of the ladies' room. It seems to be full, because Vaggi and Charlie Morningstar are standing in front of it and making out wildly. “I think there should be less going on opposite,” says Velvette grinning and marches into the men's restroom opposite without hesitation. Vanda seems quite perplexed for a moment by the unexpected action and probably has no choice but to follow her sly girlfriend and marches in a few moments later. Velvette has long since secured a booth to get rid of the delicious alcoholic drinks, while Vanda carefully checks the remaining unoccupied booths for suspicious activity. Surprisingly, no one is here and it seems relatively clean, which is more than can be said for seven urinals. She doesn't even want to know what kind of strange broth it is. “You realize you're in the men's room?” asked Vanda.

“I don't care, it works for me anyway,” says Velvette sarcastically. The new boss of Vox TV briefly considers whether she should laugh at this strange joke and puts her handbag on the sink shelf and turns on the tap to wash her hands thoroughly.

“That was a joke, you bitch,” commented Velvette.

“Even your most loyal followers wouldn't laugh at your flat jokes,” said Vanda.

“Then I'll come to their house and torture them to death,” warbled the doll demoness cheerfully.

“I think that would be an ratings hit,” said Vanda and smiles at her own reflection. After a few minutes, the young demoness leaves the cabin again and stands next to Vanda to smile at her. No detail escapes the cat demon's sharp eyes and she notices the missing bra under the cocktail dress, revealing her hard nipples. “I think you'll like this,” Velvette says seductively and shamelessly pulls down the top of the dress to show the lady of the house her beautiful breasts. “Is that all?” Vanda asked mischievously and watched calmly as Velvette sat down on the flat surface of the washbasin and immediately spread her legs to start masturbating in front of her girlfriend.

Of course, Vanda doesn't miss the opportunity to take some unforgettable private photos of the hot doll.

It is always a sight to behold that she reveals to her and it is precisely this unconditional devotion that Vanda appreciates so much.

“Yeah, that's what I call commitment, Babe,” said Vanda contentedly, and with a snap of her fingers conjured away her kimono and strapped a 15 cm long strap-on around her hips and reduced the distance to push the piece directly into the wet pussy of the aroused doll demoness. “Oh...fuck...yeah” Velvette sighed loudly. “You really are a little bitch” said Vanda with a devilish smile and noticed how the legs of the little doll skillfully swung around her hips again and began to rhythmically push the hard part into Velvette and didn't even think about the further actions, since Velvette was already hanging on her breasts again with her sharp teeth.

When it comes to sex, they don't need nice words and let their pure passion for each other do the talking.

“Yes...give it to me...Vanda” moaned Velvette.

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Chapter 13 - A hard Business

Vanda is currently a woman in demand.

The surprising takeover of Vox TV has brought her a lot of attention and the timing was very well chosen.

She has a good feel for the latest trends, which are bringing the channel new ratings at an unexpectedly high level, and because redemption is such a hot topic at the moment, the first series is already underway with the illustrious name Redeemed - The Story of Charlotte Montgomery.

In addition, numerous products are already in circulation, such as Sir Pentious lemonade, bed linen with the image of the snake or cute soft toys for children. It was a good idea to start as early as possible in order to attract new business partners. For this reason, Vanda has been holding one or two video conferences in the office of the predecessor in the V-Tower for several days in order to expand her influence. So far, as expected, it's been complete idiots who would get absolutely nothing done and Vanda didn't expect anything less, after all, all the losers didn't end up in hell for nothing and these kinds of conversations are so tedious that she more or less listens to show her professional side.

At least Velvette does her bit and has sneaked under the desk during the conversation and licks her wet pussy with her sharp tongue.

These sensual activities are really good for the mood of the successful cat demon and of course she maintains her unique poker face without losing her composure. She really enjoys the togetherness with Velvette, no matter what she looks like, and she knows how to use her love skills skillfully because Vanda has already experienced an orgasm four times. The little bitch also seems to have a lot of time for it, because the current conversation partner just won't stop talking and has been trying to convince her of a partnership for three hours. After a few minutes, however, the conference ends due to an unplanned technical malfunction and Vanda snaps her fingers to deactivate the 150-inch OLED screen to give Velvette a tangy climax a few moments later and tips her desk chair backwards in relief.

“Babe...you really are godlike,” sighs the demoness with relief and runs a relaxed hand through her long, straight red hair.

Velvette crawls out from hiding and sits on the surface of the desk and grins at her older lover.

“I must say, with your white collared shirt and black business skirt, you look really attractive,” said Velvette with a smile.

“I'm a boss lady too,” she said with a confident expression and ran her left index finger over the corners of the mouth of the doll to remove the remaining traces of her orgasm. By the way, she also notices the remains under the desk, Vanda has not missed that her devilish girlfriend was satisfying herself and kisses the little bitch on the mouth without hesitation. “Do you know what we should do?” asked Vanda.

“Sex on the desk sounds quite promising,” breathed Velvette.

“Yes that would be an option or we follow the latest trend straight to the source” said the cat demoness.

“Do we have an appointment or invitation at the Hazbin Hotel?” asked Velvette.

“No, it'll be a surprise visit” answered Vanda grinning.

“If you buy me a drink from this lousy bar in return, I'm ready for any outrage,” Velvette said sarcastically.

“Sounds like the drinks there are lousy,” said Vanda.

“You only have to look at the lice-ridden barman, he's not even wearing a shirt and he smells of piss, it's not for your fine nose” said Velvette. Suddenly this entertaining conversation is interrupted when the most famous filmmaker in hell enters the office swearing loudly and marches right up to the new boss of the TV channel and bangs his bare fist on the surface of the desk to vent his anger.

"What's going on Valentino? Are you on your period?" asked Vanda.

“'Fucking hell, why do my movies have less airtime now?” growled the moth demon.

"What are you talking about? The night program is yours," commented Vanda.

“But the evening program offers the highest ratings and that was always reserved for me,” said Valentino.

“Let me tell you something my friend, Redemption is currently a ratings hit and Velvette also needs broadcasting time for her fashion label to reach her audience,” says Vanda. “The people want to see Angel Dust, he is a true artist in front of the camera” said the moth demon.

“Maybe you should make a porn about his failed redemption, that would be entertaining,” says Velvette.

“A good idea, if your kitten agrees to include this film in the evening program,” said Valentino with a smile.

"Why don't you use Vox Tek Video? That platform needs new subscribers," commented Vanda casually.

“You seriously want to release a movie with Angel Dust on a platform that costs almost nothing?” asked Valentino incredulously.

“It shouldn't be a problem to raise the prices for the standard program,” said the cat demoness.

"Are you listening to yourself? I'm not making free porn for a platform whose audience is at a low level," said Valentino.

“You can thank Vox, he killed your audience or do I have to remind you again” said Vanda.

“Fuck...he didn't do it on purpose and had something completely different in mind” commented Valentino.

“Absolutely, he wanted to use his angel weapon to wipe that ugly grin off the face of his good friend Alastor,” said Vanda sarcastically and snapped her fingers to visualize the final moments of his downfall. “Look at him, even the Princess of Hell only played a cheap supporting role at that moment, I must say, what a dramatic moment in the life of that eternal loser” said Vanda cynically.

“Tz...he's just having a bad day, I'd love to know how he's feeling” said Valentino.

“He's at the Hazbin Hotel with Alastor,” said Velvette.

“Are you kidding me?” asked the moth demon incredulously.

“No Val, they've been spending time together over the last few days, even at Dante's Inferno,” said Velvette and briefly wiped her finger on the screen of her smartphone to make the clear images appear right in front of the eyes of the confused filmmaker. “No...this is fake,” said Valentino. "Why so surprised? In the last 70 years, his thoughts have only revolved around Alastor, maybe you should make a movie about it, I already have the right name Vincent and Al - Love Among Enemies," said Vanda. “That...ungrateful whore...he's such a huge asshole, he can stay the hell away from me,” the moth demon cursed loudly and left the office head over heels to take out his enormous frustration on some helpless employee.

“I must tell you, Valentino is a real drama queen, he is made for the stage,” said Vanda sarcastically.

“Great, while we're away, he's bound to cause a massacre,” said Velvette.

“It doesn't matter, we need new personnel anyway,” said the cat demon with a shrug.

“I think it can't hurt to make a video about it, I'm sure my dolls will like it” said Velvette grinning.

“So Babe are you ready?” asked Vanda.

“I'm always presentable, darling,” said Velvette with a smile.

The curious cat demon opens a purple portal under her feet and simply jumps through with her young girlfriend to land right in front of the bar at the main entrance. It's always great fun for Vanda when she appears unannounced, maybe you'll get to see something funny.

Velvette instantly holds her smartphone in the air to film this strange scenario at the bar. Nifty stands smiling with a baton on the counter to give a cockroach concert right in front of the eyes of Vox. Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggi, Alastor, Baxter and Cherri Bomb, on the other hand, are looking rather confused at the two new arrivals. “Sweetie, would you like me to mix you a delicious Mai Thai?” asked Vanda casually. "One? I need at least five" said Velvette. The cat demon immediately gets to work and stands directly behind the counter and conjures up the right ingredients to create the popular rum cocktail. “What the hell is that supposed to be?” Vaggi asks with a look of disbelief, the first thing she does is react out of this little state of shock. “It's just a little surprise visit,” said Vanda matter-of-factly and within moments presented her selective girlfriend with the desired order. “So the bar gets 4 out of 5 stars from me, thanks to you babe,” said Velvette smiling.

“Ouh that's cute” said Vanda.

“Could I have a Mai Thai too?” asked Baxter.

“Hey, I could do with one too,” said Cherri.

“Charlie don't you have anything to say about that?” asked Vaggi casually.

“Um...welcome to the Hazbin Hotel...” said Charlie with an insecure grin. The Princess of Hell has no idea how to react to this and is first served a Mai Thai by Vanda, while the manager of the Hazbin Hotel begins to sigh. “So why are you here?” asked Vaggi.

“We've heard Vox is here and to be honest I'm confused, what is this performance even supposed to represent?” asked Vanda.

“Maybe this is one of those weird exercises, if this is actually Vox at all” says Velvette.

“I can assure you, it is Vox” said Alastor.

“Indeed, I checked it out myself, these signatures are unique” said Baxter.

“I see, and he's muted for what reason?” asked Vanda.

“This is purely a precautionary measure,” said Vaggi.

“A temporary measure, of course, he should be given a chance,” said Charlie with a raised index finger.

“If you mean the chances of salvation, they're very slim, according to the latest polls, 0.2% of the inhabitants of hell believe he'll go to heaven,” commented Velvette. “I think there is a good reason for that,” says Lucifer with a frown.

“Oh please, you've done your bit, maybe a job change would do you good, I was thinking of a glowing disco ball for the ceiling, we just need the right vessel” said Alastor with a grin. “I think we need a new animator to bring more humor to the hotel, otherwise the residents will get even more depressed,” said Lucifer sarcastically. “Could you two stop that, this is a house of healing and no one is being used as a disco ball here” said Charlie and tasted the unexpected newcomer's homemade Mai Thai. “Hey, it's really good, we should definitely record it,” commented the blonde.

“The house of healing could do with more seriousness, because you're making a business out of it” said Vaggi.

“That's exactly what my angel is, a lucrative business, after all souls, both in hell and heaven are a resource” says Vanda.

“This hotel is not a commercial business” said the fallen angel.

"What happens when all the rooms in the Hazbin Hotel are fully booked? They're already pretty full, will you introduce reservations like every hotel in hell? I think not, after all your girlfriend is from the royal family and Princess Morningstar has most of the resources in hell to build more facilities like this, I would plan for the future if I were you" said Vanda.

“We are going step by step and not making any hasty decisions,” said Vaggi.

“I like the way you think, maybe that's why 27% of the inhabitants of hell believe that you have the best chance of being redeemed,” said Vanda.

“I'll tell you something, my heaven is sitting next to me,” says Vaggi.

“Wow, I didn't think you liked Alastor,” said Vanda grinning.

“No...damn I'm talking about Charlie” said the fallen angel slightly incensed.

“That was just a little joke,” says the demon sarcastically.

“Shit, you're not going to use that in your next stupid documentary,” Vaggi said.

“No, the series about Charlotte Montgomery is much more interesting than a boring documentary,” commented Vanda.

“Hopefully she'll be redeemed, otherwise I'll end up crying because she deserves better,” said Charlie.

“She has to report the murderer first,” said Cherri.

“I think she will, if she overcomes her fears,” commented the Princess of Hell.

“Provided she tells her boss that his best friend is a cunning murderer,” says Vaggi.

This kind of casual conversation lasts for another hour or so, then Vanda and Velvette leave the Hazbin Hotel together again and return to the V-Tower the same way, this time landing directly on the comfortable bed in the penthouse of Velvette. “God I hope that was worth it, I couldn't have endured it any longer, I feel like killing someone” said the doll demoness and takes a seat with her legs apart at the lap height of her older girlfriend to look her in the face. Vanda takes the initiative and easily overpowers the doll demoness to snuggle closer to her. “Absolutely, and as a reward for your patience, I'm going to torture you a little” breathed Vanda. “You can go ahead and try, Babe,” Velvette whispered sarcastically.

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Chapter 14 - A sneaky Demoness

Velvette likes to test her own limits in order to gain the largest possible number of followers and always finds it very exciting to live out her personal inclinations without consequences, which is why she likes to be in hell and has found a soulmate in Vanda with whom she can try out all the dirty games that occur to her sick mind and looks wide-eyed at the wiggling cat ears of her naked girlfriend. She would love to nibble on them to test their sensitivity. She is always so damn devilishly sweet when you apply a certain amount of pressure and would love to devour Vanda with skin and hair. Unfortunately, the handcuffs made of heavenly steel on her wrists prevent this and Velvette cannot participate in this lovemaking as desired because the sacred material weakens her powers and each time the doll demoness wonders why she allows it at all.

Maybe it's some kind of punishment, because she strips Vanda naked while she sleeps to take a few photos of her and shares them with her dolls without her consent, or maybe Vanda is living out her unbridled sadism. Whatever the reason, Velvette is deeply excited and flinches again as the sharp fingernails slowly penetrate her pretty ass and the hot candle wax drips directly onto her breasts.

"You like that, right? All you have to do is nod and I'll get on with it," said Vanda and finds this submissive behavior of the otherwise lively, devilish doll very entertaining. Velvette lies naked, bound and gagged with her back on the soft mattress of her bed and shows her most beautiful side with her legs spread wide open. Only Vanda gets to see her in this state and none of her loyal followers would expect anything like this.

They only know the dominant, cheeky and strong side of the doll demoness, who doesn't let anyone bring her to her knees.

This woman is sometimes a real mystery to the cat demon and starts to smile when the little bitch begins to nod.

Without hesitation, she pushes her fingers in deeper, which only increases the level of arousal and Velvette seems correspondingly more restless, but Vanda is not at all impressed and lets the flying candles hover directly over her face to give her a little more warmth. “Babe you're so hot” says the cat demon sarcastically and stares into the evil look on the face of Velvette with a smile. She likes that particular look and will definitely get revenge in her own way later, but that's okay. It's been too long since they've enjoyed themselves like this and maybe that's why Velvette presents herself like this and Vanda continues to show no restraint and grabs her hard nipples with her other free hand. Her breasts are already swollen without having done much herself. It is so much fun to live out her desires to her heart's content and Vanda can't shake the feeling that she is about to experience her climax. She knows exactly what is going on in the body of the little doll and is determined to speed up the process by pulling even harder on the hard nipples. As you would expect, the stubborn girl resists these sensual actions.

"Resistance is futile, you're my prisoner or do you want me to get Melissa? You've got your eye on her, haven't you?" says Vanda and pushes her entire hand in without warning. This is too much of a good thing for the doll demon and squirts directly onto the clean bed sheets. Once again Vanda has pushed her to her limits and slowly pulls her hand out of her ass and frees her lover from the annoying gag.

“Fuck...I'm going to kill you...” moaned Velvette.

“Then it would be a bad idea to free you now,” said Vanda and penetrated her wet pussy with her fingers.

There's nothing to be said against starting another round right away and that's exactly what Velvette likes when her girlfriend doesn't do things by halves and is forced by Vanda to present herself on all fours, which only further increases the lust for killing of the doll demoness.

Vanda positions herself directly behind her and simply pushes the anal chain in.

“You didn't answer my question,” Vanda said with a smile.

“She is...my best model” Velvette sighed and immediately received ten slaps on both ass cheeks for that answer.

“Indeed Melissa is very talented, it's so cute how you always personally sew her clothes, I think next chance we get her in bed” said the cat demoness. “I need her...for other purposes” moaned Velvette. “Yeah I know, I understand your schedule, Babe” said Vanda.

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel

The unexpected visit of Vanda and Velvette has only aroused the skepticism of the attentive manager of the hotel and because Vox is here, Vaggi takes the opportunity to have a little chat with him in the basement. Of course, every conceivable measure has been taken and Baxter has connected to his laptop to ensure that Vox can't use his dreaded hypnosis powers. Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar and Alastor are also present in case anything goes wrong. “Baxter could you please deactivate the mute function” says Vaggi.

“That's no problem at all....3, 2, 1 and here we go,” said Baxter with a smile.

“One wrong word and you're history my friend” said Lucifer.

"Is this your basement? Are you going to torture me? Go ahead, it'll be entertaining" says Vox sarcastically.

“No, I just want to have a conversation,” commented the fallen angel.

“Right, with an exorcist angel and Alastor in a creepy basement, it makes the whole thing more trustworthy, you really have a sense of humor,” Vox said. “You should know why trust is not an easy thing with you,” said the princess with her arms crossed.

“After all that crap, you should actually consider yourself lucky that you're sitting on a padded chair completely unharmed,” said Vaggi.

"Unharmed? I don't have a body, unless this conversation leads to me getting one again," commented Vox.

“You're not in a position to make any demands,” says Charlie.

“The way I see it, you want something from me,” said media demon.

“But that doesn't involve a deal, you're just a guest here, my friend,” said Alastor.

“If you don't want to talk, you're welcome to live a meaningless life down here and think about certain things” Vaggi said.

“I'm seriously supposed to live down here?” asked Vox incredulously.

“The room is big enough for you,” said the fallen angel.

“It's a storage room,” says Vox.

“That's all the space you need, right?” asked Alastor with a grin.

“Well, I think it's very tasteful, you have everything you need down here,” said Lucifer.

“Vox it doesn't have to be forever, it all depends on you” said Charlie.

"What did you expect? A suite with a window view and daily room service?" asked Vaggi.

“Honestly my friend, you won't get a better opportunity, now or never” commented the radio demon.

“You're really getting on my nerves,” said Vox.

“I'm the animator of the hotel,” said Alastor with a grin.

“Shit, I don't feel like gathering dust down here forever,” cursed the medium demon.

“How nice of you to agree to a little chat, it doesn't hurt either” Charlie said with a smile. “Well I'll start now, how the hell did Vanda get so much products about Sir Pentious in such a short time, does she have an informant in heaven?” asked Vaggi. "An informant in heaven? She's a demon in the entertainment industry and not an undercover angel, what's with that weird question anyway?" asked Vox. “You've been tapping into the TV channels in the sky for decades, and according to Baxter, she loaned you a lot of money so you could expand Vox Tech,” says Vaggi.

“This was not a deep partnership and I paid her back that money decades ago so she wouldn't meddle in my business,” says Vox.

“She may not have entered into a partnership with you, but she does have an intimate relationship with Velvette,” stated Vaggi.

“In addition, external technicians were responsible for maintaining the servers and some of them work for Vanda,” said Baxter.

"What the hell? And why didn't you ever tell me about this?" asked Vox.

"Do I understand correctly, you didn't know what kind of people were in charge of the servers? That's really fascinating," said Baxter.

“I see, that's why it was so easy for her to take over,” said Vaggi thoughtfully.

“I think a conversation with Vanda would shed more light on what's going on because she's obviously been pulling the strings behind the scenes to take over his company” said Alastor. “Wait, that also means she has access to the plans for this powerful angel weapon,” said the Princess of Hell. “Ouh I doubt that Vanda is interested in such things, Vox tried to convince her to join in, it was at a dinner at Dante's Inferno and I was forced to be there as usual and at the end of the meeting she laughed at him for minutes for this stupid plan, it was just wonderful and he withdrew with his cock between his legs, because he was outmatched” said Alastor and started laughing himself at the beautiful thoughts of it and looked into the face of Vox, who had no idea what else to say. “Fine, I don't think another conversation will be necessary, you've earned your place down here,” commented the one-eyed manager of the hotel and brings the conversation to an end.

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(Brighter)

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Chapter 15 - A diabolical Legacy

The next day at the Hazbin Hotel

Vox has no idea what kind of circus he has landed in again and looks the Princess of Hell in her cheerful-looking face.

What is this supposed to be? Is she trying to achieve something meaningful with that ridiculous look? In any case, the blonde seems pretty committed and looks everyone in the group of ten in the face, who don't seem to have a clue why the hell they're here. “Your faces speak a thousand words, so I'll get straight to the point, this session is about your feelings, just tell me where you're from and what's bothering you emotionally and I don't want to pressure you into anything,” said the princess calmly. “In short, that's part of the therapy shit,” said Baxter with a grin and wrote some notes on his clipboard in order to appear somewhat professional. “Baxter, that really doesn't sound helpful,” commented the princess, shaking her head. “All right, so tell us what pisses you off the most, does that sound better?” asked Baxter.

“Yes, I think so, and let's start with the latest guest at the Hazbin Hotel,” said Charlie, full of enthusiasm and focusing all his attention on Vox.

All eyes are suddenly focused on the square head of the infamous media demon, who is lying a little confused on his upholstered chair and still doesn't know what to make of it. Perhaps this is another one of those strange interrogation games, after all Vaggi and Alastor are also present and watching the whole scenario in the background. “Don't worry, no one will rip your head off,” said Baxter dryly.

“You can keep quiet, but I doubt it will help you,” commented Charlie thoughtfully.

“I see, and what exactly do you want to know, Princess?” asked Vox.

“What did you do in your previous life?” asked the princess.

“Didn't Alastor already tell you everything?” asked the media demon.

“No, I'd rather hear it from you Vincent and I won't judge you,” said the blond.

"Well then listen up princess, my name is Vincent Whittman and before I went to hell I used to play the weatherman on my TV channel, I got bored of that and slit a throat or two anchoring the news, that worked fine, then another guy tried to steal the show and he was retired early and every day I shone brighter, until people called me a god, of course I wanted to take advantage of that and made a few useful suggestions to my boss Bob, but he didn't really want to, so I took over the TV channel and offered the finest entertainment," said Vox without batting an eyelid and looks into the open fire of the blazing fireplace, which fits the atmosphere wonderfully. “Wow, I didn't expect that,” says Charlie with wide eyes.

"Why so surprised? You asked and got an answer, however unfortunately a technical accident caused me to end up here and I wanted to shine brighter than the rest, eventually that stupid bitch Vanda crossed my path and I told her about my visions for great entertainment, she lent me money and I could finally show hell good television, of course you needed the right partners and Valentino seemed perfect for that, which significantly increased my wealth and influence, he wasn't good for anything else anyway and in the end I got that useless whore Velvette off the street to offer her a place, that turned out to be a mistake, good staff is so hard to find" said Vox.

“Haven't you forgotten someone important?” asked Baxter.

“Oh that's right Shock.wav, the best demon shark in the world, I really miss him, he loved it when I gave him my enemies to eat” commented Vox.

“We get it, back on topic, why did you want to shine brighter?” asked Charlie.

“Princess, every sinner in hell wants to leave their unique legacy that won't be easily forgotten and I've certainly succeeded, after all Vogitek, Voxflix, VoxTube and all the other products still exist, they just get a new coat of paint, because Vanda knows full well that these products are a hit...ouh and don't forget Vox Tech Video, your girlfriend seems to love the lesbian channel” said Vox smiling.

"Is that what it was all about all this time? Leaving a unique legacy?" asked Charlie and was just about to go into more detail when suddenly the power went out in the entire hotel. Vaggi has the presence of mind to activate the flashlight function on her smartphone and shines it directly into the face of Vox. “You don't have to look at me like that, I'm innocent,” said Vox with a grin. “Sure of course, that's what you look like,” says the fallen angel. “I strongly suspect that a fuse in the basement has blown and unfortunately you can only operate the switch manually,” says Baxter. “Actually, you can save yourselves the trip, I can do it, you just have to let me into your system and you'll have light again,” said Vox.

“No, we're going down to the cellar to check the cause,” said Vaggi and shook her head at the suggestion.

She would never let that crazy freak in the hotel get access to anything.

“Baxter are the security measures down too?” asked Vaggi.

“No, my laptop works independently of your fault-prone system, you urgently need an upgrade, I think I already have a solution for that,” said Baxter and checked once again whether the security measures were really working, nobody needs involuntary hpynosis therapy after all.

“Fine, best you come with Vox” said Vaggi.

“These are great trust exercises,” commented Vox sarcastically.

“Trust is good, control is even better” says the fallen angel.

“Hey now you sound like Vanda, that's her motto, she's a real control freak” said the medium demon.

“I think we should wrap this up quickly and don't worry my dears I'll be right back” said the Princess of Hell, taking Vox in her arms to leave the cozy and spacious room with the rest of the hotel staff and marching purposefully through the dark first floor to get to the unlocked door of the basement. “Is that fresh blood on the doorknob?” asked Baxter casually. “Oh damn, it doesn't take five minutes to get to reception” said Vaggi.

“Oh please, the whole hotel is full of serial killers,” said Vox with a smile and looked the hotel manager straight in the face.

The fallen angel ignored this annoying guest and ran with her spear drawn down the stairs first, while the others followed her silently and kept an eye on the surroundings. "Now that the mood is so nice, what will your legacy be princess? You're not going to stay in the Hazbin Hotel for all eternity, after all, you want heaven too," remarked Vox. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you looking for a fight again?" asked the blonde-haired demoness. “I remember our first meeting well, you know when you invited me and you talked about heaven all the time because you've already been there to discuss extermination and redemption with the leaders and of course the petting zoo, you must want to go up there too right?” asked Vox. “What are you getting at?” asked the Princess of Hell skeptically.

"According to the V-Industries survey, 40 % of the inhabitants of hell believe that you have the best chance of being redeemed and your conditions are more than ideal, yet you are still here, is this perhaps related to Lucifer? Does his punishment also apply to you? If so, I'd be really pissed off too," said Vox mischievously. “That's absolutely none of your business,” said the blonde.

“What a shame, I told you something about myself and I always thought you were so talkative,” commented Vox.

“I don't owe you an answer,” says the princess.

“You don't have to, your current mood is worth a thousand words, you should work on your poker face,” said the media demon.

“God you are such a difficult case” said Charlie shaking his head.

“Babe don't listen to that moron, he's just playing his games” Vaggi said.

“That's exactly what you did for years because you didn't tell her who you really were, my angel,” commented Vox.

“Yeah, keep talking, nobody listens to you anyway,” said the fallen angel.

“With the greatest pleasure, when I started tapping into the TV channels in Heaven, I wondered how much further I could go and if you change the sequence a little bit, it was pretty easy to get into the communication network and especially the conversations in the headquarters of the exorcist angels were quite enlightening” said Vox. “You really infiltrated the headquarters of the Exorcist Angels?” asked Baxter.

“For a total of 25 years and it was very informative,” said the media demon.

“I think that would have been a far more impressive legacy if you had published the conversations in public beforehand, then there wouldn't have been a seven-year extermination,” said the princess. “Charlie, that would have been really bad for my ratings,” said Vox.

“You're not serious?” asked Charlie incredulously.

"Why so surprised? This is hell or have you forgotten?" asked Vox.

“No, you always remind me,” said the demoness.

“You're welcome, by the way we should talk more often, I could make you a true queen of hell who doesn't have a rainbow in her pussy all day” says Vox.

“Unlike you, I have a tail” said the blonde.

“No...please spare me these disgusting details,” the media demon said in irritation.

“Well, I'd like to know more about it,” said Baxter with a grin.

“Babe, could we get back to the important stuff?” asked Vaggi.

“Right...sorry of course...I'm just a little upset” said Charle quietly.

“Sure babe, I'll take care of you later” said the angel.

“You know, I think Vaggi would have better qualifications for the throne of hell, she probably has the biggest ovaries ever” said Vox.

The fallen angel would love to ram her spear of heavenly steel into his face, but that is not part of the exercise today.

She turns her attention to the front and already has the fuse box in her sights.

With a simple click, the hotel manager brings light back into the darkness, which was really no big deal, unlike the dead half-naked, white-haired dog demoness whose organs were scattered all over the bloody floor. “Fuck...what the fuck happened?” asked Charlie. “Normal everyday life in hell, when I was alive I also hid corpses in the basement and dissolved them in acid, that was fun” said Vox grinning.

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Chapter 16 - A wild Time

“Stay calm...Charlie...keep breathing...don't think too much,” said the princess quietly and couldn't get the voice of the TV demon out of her head. “He is just a twisted, square-headed guy who definitely needs help...so no big deal...” murmured the demoness.

The Princess of Hell somehow imagined her first day with Vox at the Hazbin Hotel differently and has to think about what the media demon was actually trying to achieve. Maybe he doesn't realize that he has no control over anyone, or that his company has new management, or maybe he just wanted to show off how great his legacy is. Even in this state he has an inflated ego and thinks he's special and Charlie Morningstar almost went into it again. The point of these exercises is to talk about his losses, fears and worries, but Vox today preferred to reflect on the fact that in his old life, he killed a lot of people to take over the TV station. It seemed like a casual job interview to act as an advisor to the Princess of Hell so that she can later become a decent queen who wants to conquer heaven and pet the cute animals in the zoo again.

The thought process alone is completely crazy, even by her standards.

“Hey Babe, just drop yourself,” breathed Vaggi and instantly gets the attention of the confused blonde.

The manager of the hotel knows that a lot of strange shit is going on again, which is upsetting her girlfriend, and she can quickly distract her. Her swaying hips have the desired effect as she dances elegantly around the princess of hell, pulling the sheets off her body and kneeling down directly in front of Charlie. “Show me if your pussy really has a rainbow, I'm already pretty wet,” breathed Vaggi.

“Careful, you might be blinded,” giggled Charlie and slowly spread her legs to be pleasured by the tongue of the angel.

“I’ll take that risk,” said Vaggi relaxed and began licking her shaved intimate area promptly.

“Vaggi...” sighs Charlie softly and really tries to forget what a number Vox pulled today and casually glances at her desk.

There sits KeeKee in her cozy cat basket and looks meaninglessly at the Princess of Hell.

What could she possibly want from her?

Perhaps the sampfote is thirsty and staring at the full, untouched bowl of water.

No, it can't be that and it can't be the recently refilled food bowl either.

Charlie Morningstar's unlimited budget ensures that she only gets the best of the best, but expensive doesn't mean it's always good.

The Princess of Hell in Pentagram City has had to learn this time and time again, because pretty much every cheap restaurant advertises the best menu in all of hell. The only one that suits the blonde's palate is Dante's Inferno and perhaps she should poach a few good chefs from there to raise the standard of cuisine in the Hazbin Hotel, after all, her guests should feel comfortable. This beautiful idea sounds really promising.

Her thoughts about this are suddenly interrupted as a certain wet object penetrates deeper into her pussy, causing Charlie to brace herself with both hands on the comfortable mattress surface and spread her legs wider to give Vaggi more room, which of course the fallen angel takes advantage of, making the mistress of the house moan slightly. It feels so good when her friend does this, and she squints her eyes several times to return her gaze to KeeKee. The velvet paw doesn't seem to be as passive as Charlie first thought and watches the wagging tail.

What might that mean? Maybe KeeKee wants to be cuddled or maybe she needs a few cuddles from Charlie.

Perhaps the one-eyed cat wants to know what the Princess of Hell is doing. That's easy to answer, Vaggi is exploring her rainbow in her pulsating pussy, if she has one there at all, the princess has never looked herself. However, the strong feelings for each other just don't let her think clearly, but the tongue between her legs is simply indescribable and Charlie throws back another glance at her.

Her ears are turned all the way up as if she has heard something interesting.

The excited blonde is probably the reason for this and she really can't help it if the sounds coming from her mouth make the penthouse vibrate and she bites her lower lip lightly. The princess of hell literally devoured by greedy angels “Oh...sweetie...that's really fantastic” sighs Charlie.

It gets harder by the second to keep a clear view and gently strokes the hair of the hard-working hotel manager.

The time with Vaggi is unique every time and she can't put into words how happy Charlie Morningstar is despite the strange circumstances and flinches again when she reaches the final climax and spontaneously falls backwards onto the bed. Shortly afterwards, Vaggi reappeared in the mistress of the house's field of vision and kissed her gently on the mouth. “You really do shine brighter between your legs than any rainbow,” Vaggi breathed. “Fuck...you know how funny that sounds” said Charlie. “I'm sure you had fun,” said Vaggi with a smile.

“Yes...being with you is always a great pleasure,” said Charlie.

“We make the sweetest couple in hell,” said the fallen angel.

“And what can I do for you, my dear?” asked the princess of hell.

“You can shave me between my legs” said Vaggi.

“That's a nice idea,” says Charlie mischievously.

Vaggi lies down on her back on the mattress and bends her spread legs, while the blonde conjures up the appropriate utensils and first rubs the sensitive area with foam and then removes every single hair with a sharp razor. A well-groomed appearance is very important to the fallen angel, even if only Charlie gets to see this area, and thanks to the skillful precision, the lady of the house makes very good progress.

“So what happened to the dog demon in the cellar?” Charlie asked curiously.

“She had sex with a cannibal,” said Vaggi.

“Wow, that's not exactly the ideal partner,” said the princess.

“Unless you have a fetish for it,” commented the angel.

“We have the strangest guests in the hotel,” said the blonde thoughtfully.

“That's the understatement of the year,” said Vaggi.

“Speaking of which, what do you think of gossip from our special guest?” asked Charlie.

“A clear case of losing touch with reality, he still thinks he's the big boss,” said Vaggi.

“Yes, there could be something to it, maybe he'll eventually realize that he doesn't shine as brightly as he'd like,” said Charlie.

“I still think we should contact Emily about the exorcists' headquarters,” Vaggi said.

“Yeah that wouldn't be a bad idea, nobody likes being overheard without permission, I hope they're not quite as angry” says Charlie.

“Do you want to have another conversation with the TV?” asked Vaggi.

“No, I think he needs to get some fresh air, he's been in his scary tower for too long and hasn't seen enough of the world,” said the princess.

“And what's your plan, Babe?” asked Vaggi.

“We're going to the amusement park in Cannibal Town, there's supposed to be a shark tank there, apparently Vox likes these animals,” says the blonde.

“Let me guess, you want to go there yourself, right?” asked the angel.

“Yes I admit I could have a bit of fun too, the rollercoaster sounds like a lot of fun” said Charlie with sparkling eyes.

“And what else do you have planned?” asked Vaggi.

“Um...a visit to the shopping center,” said Charlie quietly.

“I see, and what else is on the agenda?” asked the angel.

“Ok...a nice sidewalk cafe for a relaxing time” said the blonde.

“All right, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, Babe,” says Vaggi relaxed.

“You really are an angel,” the demoness said with a smile.

“By the way, now that there's a kind of relaxation period between heaven and hell, you can certainly visit the zoo up there again,” said Vaggi.

“No, I don't want to do that for now,” said the princess.

“And what's the reason for that?” asked Vaggi.

“One day I want to visit him with you and my parents,” says Charlie.

“Wow...you're aiming really high,” said the angel in amazement.

“Absolutely anything is possible, my dear” says Charlie Morningstar determinedly and manages to shave away all the annoying hair without any significant loss of blood and then dips his tongue into the hot pussy “Fuck...Babe...” sighs the fallen angel softly.

Vaggi enjoys the feeling of being loved by the bustling princess of hell during this wild time.

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Chapter 17 - The newest Trend

Velvette slowly opens her tired eyes and instinctively turns her head to the right to stare at the digital alarm clock.

There's no reason to move her tortured body out of bed and she can't help but smile at last night.

The fashion show was a huge success and attracted a lot of new followers, but the best part was the passionate lovemaking with Vanda and trying to reach to the right to get the red dildo from the dresser and process the beautiful thoughts that way. Strangely, the devilish puppet is prevented from doing so and notices something metallic on her ankles and wrists. She knows the familiar feeling of being handcuffed to the bed by Vanda, which is not something to be proud of, and makes an attempt to move her legs. Unfortunately, the material is also made of heavenly steel and this fact confuses the red-haired demoness. What the hell happened anyway? A question that is very easy to answer.

Sex with Vanda is always an intense event that Velvette remembers every detail of. It was wild, dirty, uninhibited and apparently very bloody, because she sees the lifeblood sticking to the ceiling and it's not from Vanda. In the next moment, the doll remembers that they took some petty sinners to bed and feasted on their agonizing screams, which everyone in the V-Tower probably heard.

It was certainly a memorable spectacle for their little dolls and there are certainly numerous pictures or videos of it on the internet.

Suddenly the door to her bedroom opens and the boss daddy Valentino himself appears with a big grin on his face. “Hey Vel, you really let it rip,” said Valentino and looks at all the shredded demon corpses lying around on the floor, on which there are even bite marks.

“Damn it Val, where's Vanda?” asked Velvette.

“Honestly, I have no idea where your little kitty is, but this reminds me of episode 67 of Two Bitches in the Office, it was just as splashy” said Valentino sarcastically. “Is that why you came here, to tell me this nonsense?” asked Velvette annoyed.

“No, actually I just wanted to pick up the costume,” said Valentino.

“The costume is in the study,” said the demoness.

“Unfortunately, your study is locked and I don't feel like activating one of your traps, it's always so annoying” said Valentino.

“If you free me, I can lift the spell,” commented Velvette.

“Ouh did your girlfriend tie you to the bed with those special toys again?” asked the moth demon.

“Are you expecting an answer to that now?” asked Velvette.

“No, I have to say you look pretty hot when you're so defenceless,” said Valentino with a grin.

“How wonderful, you can have a jerk off later and it would only be for your own good if you untied me, the spare key is in the closet to your left” stated Velvette. “I hope for your sake that there isn't a psychopath in there who's about to puke all over me,” Valentino said and pulled out his pistol, slowly opening the door, immediately a lot of empty beer bottles tumbled out, including Vanda, who was hunched over on the floor, completely hangover. “I found your girlfriend” said Valentino sarcastically. “Shit...why the hell are you in my closet, you better not have puked in it” said Velvette angrily. The silent cat demon takes a moment to understand what is actually going on and reaches for the beer bottle to drink from it, but unfortunately there is none of the good stuff left. “No, you locked me in it...at least I think so,” says Vanda and simply gets up to wander more or less unerringly to her beloved and kiss Velvette on the mouth. “The after-show party at Dante's Inferno was just a banger,” breathed Vanda.

“I was there, you little drunken bitch and now untie me, Valentino needs the costume” Velvette said.

“Nothing could be easier,” commented Vanda in a relaxed manner, easily fulfilling the wish of this insane doll.

“I think you'd be perfect for a porn,” commented Valentino grinning.

“We're artists, not cheap performers who put their asses on the line for a few banknotes,” said Velvette.

“Valentino, if you sell me your soul, I'll do whatever you want,” commented Vanda.

“That idea doesn't sound very appealing,” said the filmmaker shaking his head.

"Why not? You're up for any shit and I can make you even more successful, after all, the thing with Vox Tek Video has worked, the number of subscribers has tripled, people are into the old movies of Angel Dust" says Vanda. “I strongly assume you have other sensible suggestions that don't involve selling your soul,” said the doll and put on a black and white waist-length dress and checked in the mirror to fix her hair.

“Free content about the next Angel Dust movie on VoxTube,” said Vanda.

“What kind of stupid suggestion is that?” asked Valentino incredulously.

“Think of it as an appetizer for the hungry fans, they're crazy about Angel Dust” says the cat demoness.

“Shit Vox never had such absurd suggestions” said Valentino.

“That's right, he only wanted to become a god,” said Vanda sarcastically.

“Go fuck yourself,” said the filmmaker irritably.

“But you're the movie god and you certainly don't have Vox to thank for that, he just used you to gain influence himself,” said the cat demoness.

“I see, and how do you know that?” asked Valentino.

Vanda conjures up her smartphone and opens a recorded voice message to play it back to the two demons.

...Why so surprised? You asked and got an answer, however unfortunately a technical accident caused me to end up here and I wanted to shine brighter than the rest, eventually that stupid bitch Vanda crossed my path and I told her about my visions for great entertainment, she lent me money and I could finally show hell good television, of course you needed the right partners and Valentino seemed perfect for that, which significantly increased my wealth and influence, he wasn't good for anything else anyway and in the end I got that useless whore Velvette off the street to offer her a place, that turned out to be a mistake, good staff is so hard to find...

“The princess knows how to get Vox to talk, I guess it's part of the rehabilitation program to puke about why he failed so miserably,” says Vanda.

“Val, if you're still harboring thoughts of getting that motherfucker back in any way, you're welcome to do it on your own, I'm done with him” says Velvette.

“Shit...what's wrong with him?” asked Valentino in disbelief.

“Self-knowledge is the first step to recovery” said the cat demoness.

“You don't believe that shit yourself, right?” asked Velvette.

“Babe, I have no idea, redemption is still an unexplored area and Vox provides very good material” said Vanda grinning.

“I personally won't give him up,” commented the moth demon.

“Yes do that, your twisted relationship is very entertaining, I wonder what will happen next” says Vanda sarcastically and earns a nasty look from the filmmaker for the statement. “Fuck you cocksucker” said Valentino indignantly and dramatically turned his back on her to leave the ruined bedroom of the doll demoness, while Vanda took the opportunity to take her pretty lover in her arms and sit down directly on the couch.

“Shit, what a mess, I could really puke,” muttered Velvette quietly and conjured up the appropriate utensils so that the clean-up work could begin immediately and stared intently at the screen of her smartphone to read through the comments from the event yesterday.

Velvette looks so enchanting.

I want to be like Velvette

She is a true fashion icon

I want to sell my soul to her!!!

I want to marry her!

My body wants Velvette!

Show me how good you are at witchcraft!

Let me destroy your enemies!!!

She looks hellishly good!

5 million new followers have landed Velvette and it was really worth it for Melissa to wear the latest fashion collection.

This girl definitely knows how to put herself in the limelight and looks at the numerous torn bodies.

“I hope we didn't put Melissa to bed” says Velvette thoughtfully.

“No, I remember that very well,” said Vanda.

“Did we kill someone important?” asked the doll demoness.

“Good question, I'm sure we'll find out when some mindless fools attack us again” said Vanda.

“Speaking of which, did you find out who attacked me the other day?” asked Velvette.

“Yes, I was able to follow the trail back” said the cat demoness. “Great, my desire for more massacres is unbroken,” breathed Velvette and gave her lover an intimate tongue kiss, which Vanda immediately returned. She is always ready to show who is in charge in Pentagram City. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door interrupts the intimate togetherness and Ethan, the former assistant from Vox, enters the chambers of the doll demoness and makes his way through the corpses without puking and lays the latest reports on various ratings of different series on the couch.

It's very important for Vanda to keep up to date with the newest trends.

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Chapter 18 - A long Shadow

Vanda doesn't really know what to expect at this place and has been watching the usual activities from a side alley for some time to make sure there are no nasty surprises lurking in the shadows. Truth be told, the cat demoness has better things to do this evening than keep an eye on any meaningless gamblers and keeps glancing casually at the popular casino. Unfortunately, it's still too early for the usual protection rackets, otherwise Vanda would have gone in long ago to down a few drinks at the bar and watch a few sinners gamble away their mortgage on her hell house. It's always a repetitive cycle from which there is no escape and Vanda finds pulling the strings in this business very entertaining.

Anyway, it's time to get on with the real mission and she leaves the dirty side street to cross the road, looking in all directions.

Unpleasant visitors may appear at any time, targeting the new boss of the famous TV channel, but that's no reason to be nervous and she walks along the long asphalt sidewalk like any normal inhabitant of hell. Every little noise, no matter how quiet, is analyzed by the demoness and it seems Velvette has passed this way and is looking at the lamppost from which hangs a half-naked demon corpse with numerous knives in its body.

Vanda knows this kind of injury all too well, they do it in their kinky sex games too.

A quiet and subtle approach is not the greatest strength of her girlfriend.

The same applies to the pet from Valentino, who is looking for a bit of fun in a glittery outfit without a care in the world.

“Hey loser wanna have some fun?” asked Angel Dust, standing nearby by a parked car and smiling at the shady loan shark.

“I'm not here for fun,” said the bad-tempered businessman.

“Then why are you here?” asked Angel curiously.

“You still owe us money,” said the demon.

"Are you kidding? Your boss got the money the day before yesterday," said Angel.

“Well, it didn't arrive, the post office must have done a sloppy job,” he said with a grin.

“Tz you sneaky bastard,” hissed Angel angrily.

“You know my boss is merciful to you, if you pay the money back in 5 days he probably won't break your arm” said the loan shark.

"Five days? It took me two weeks to get the money" said Angel incredulously.

“I guess you'll have to work hard then, my friend.”

“Fucking hell” cursed Angel and pressed a big wad of banknotes into the hands of the asshole so that he would finally leave him alone and angrily kicked over a full garbage can, after which Angel simply got into the next taxicab and disappeared from this damn place, while the shady loan shark contentedly pocketed the money to pay a visit to the next customer. After the potential trouble has passed, Vanda continues to follow the signal and stops in front of a locked barred door and easily picks the rusted lock to gain access to a construction site.

A brand new gambling casino is due to open here in a few months' time to ensure that the lucrative and hellish fun doesn't come to an end.

At the moment, only the fifteen-storey shell of the building stands, which looks just as ugly as the entire location.

There's machinery and equipment everywhere just to be used by the underpaid workers and currently the construction is behind the original schedule because the competition keeps carrying out devious acts of sabotage and this half-buried bear trap in the sandy soil is such a perfect example of how much interest there is in bringing the expensive project down for good and ruining the owners. However, Vanda should make sure there are no pesky intruders lurking around and examines the fresh footprints on the ground, which are clearly from Velvette, and the fine nose of the cat demoness notices her irresistible scent. Her doll has also left traces here and looks at the crushed demons under her feet, they have been run over by the yellow excavator and left to their miserable fate. There's really no reason for Vanda to keep sneaking around here pointlessly and immediately makes her way to the front entrance on the ground. “Hey sweetie, are you ready for the night shift?” Velvette asked sarcastically. The demoness stands behind a round pillar in a construction worker's outfit and greets her smart girlfriend with a kiss on the lips.

“Will I also be tortured and run over by an excavator?” asked Vanda grinning.

“But no darling, I'm just whipping you,” breathed Velvette.

“That sounds really appealing and it's really unusually active on the building site,” observed Vanda.

“Yes, I've put all the undesirables in a concrete mixer, they shouldn't cause any more trouble,” said Velvette.

“Well, then we two pretty ones are undisturbed,” commented Vanda and marched purposefully to the open basement entrance of the first floor to make her way downstairs together with her girlfriend, the cat demoness glancing at her smartphone again and again. They are definitely on the right track and this place is ideal for a hiding place if you want to operate undisturbed. The pair don't encounter any great resistance in this dark hole and quickly make their way down the long corridor until they finally stop in front of a thick, locked iron door.

Suddenly, a connected screen on the wall comes on and causes some irritation.

“Trust me...only me and come in, my friends.”

“What kind of freak show is this?” asked Velvette.

“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not the real Vox,” says Vanda.

“Should we accept this strange invitation?” asked the doll demon.

“We don’t want to be rude,” said Vanda sarcastically.

There is no need to force the obstacle because the door opens by itself and welcomes every newcomer. The dynamic duo simply stroll through and are surprised again when they enter an old TV studio from the 1950s and a single spotlight activates by itself to illuminate a Vox dummy behind a desk. “Welcome and how nice of you to trust me, we're going to reinvent the definition of television if you're willing to listen to me.”

"What the hell is this? An antique museum?" asked Velvette.

“I think this is where Vox took his first steps when he landed in hell,” said Vanda.

“I see, so this was a hiding place to gain new followers,” said the doll demoness.

“Everyone starts small, right babe?” says Vanda sarcastically.

“Fuck you V” said Velvette with her middle finger outstretched.

The cat demon looks at her smartphone again and holds it in a certain direction where the signal is strongest and marches behind the theater stage to open the usual unlocked wooden door and seems to have finally found the jackpot in the tech room. This matte black, square server looks anything but outdated and conjures up her laptop to connect it directly. “And have you discovered anything interesting?” asked Velvette.

“Vox has stayed here several times and wanted to prepare his return here, so he recruited sinners,” said Vanda.

“Who followed these idiots anyway?” asked Velvette.

“There are new sinners going to hell every day and there is always one idiot who follows his words” said the cat demoness.

“I see, and what did he offer them in return?” asked the doll.

“He's put a nice bounty on your head,” said Vanda.

“How is a financially destitute asshole even capable of that?” asked Velvette.

“Vox still has money reserves, he's obviously been putting them aside for bad times,” said Vanda.

“Ouh how nice, which bank should we rob?” asked Velvette curiously.

“No bank, the money is in Club Kaiju” said the cat demon.

“So what are we waiting for, Babe?” asked the devilish fashion designer.

“I'll download the data, then we can go,” commented Vanda.

The lack of security measures makes it quite easy for the businesswoman to download all the relevant information within a few minutes and opens a portal to get to the destination with her prized doll in the immediate vicinity, looking intently from the entrance of a side alley at Club Kaiju. It belongs to the Overlord Zeezi Zilla, but that is of less importance to Velvette. Everyone in there is a potential accomplice of Vox and this calls for the necessary retaliation to show the assholes who's in charge and this show of force comes in handy for Vanda.

Zeezi still hasn't paid her bill on her last visit to Dante's Inferno and Vanda is not the kind of do-gooder to let something like this slide.

“So Babe, how are we going to tear this place apart?” Velvette asked curiously.

“What do you think of machine guns?”

“Yeah that sounds nice, I want a classic Thompson, it feels good in the hand” says Velvette smiling.

This particular rendezvous requires suitable clothing for the doll demoness, for which an outfit in the form of black trousers, coat and hat seems ideally suited, while Vanda conjures up the desired weapons with ease and shortly afterwards they step out of the shadows to set off a veritable firework display on the familiar club without warning. Normally, Velvette announces such important things in advance on social media, either to satisfy her loyal followers or to gain new ones. This job is taken over by the surprised passers-by around her, who are completely shocked and film the lead-filled hell spectacle. The vengeful doll demon is sure to gain new followers this way and enjoys this romantic, special togetherness with her beloved girlfriend Vanda. It is always a real pleasure to show that Velvette is not an easy victim to casually eliminates.

This is also a clear statement to everyone out there that the Vees in Pentagram City are the biggest bitches.

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Chapter 19 - Territory Battles

Vanda and Velvette stand back to back dodging attacks from various demons trying to drive the couple out of the destroyed Kaiju Club and in the next moment another explosion rocks the streets of Pentagram City and a car comes flying straight through the broken window and crashes right into the bar. As always, the numerous gang members of the city show no consideration when a power struggle escalates completely and they sense their unique chance to conquer new territory, every little spot in this shithole is hard-fought and under normal circumstances it should be doable, after all, Overlord Zeezi Zilla lies bloodied and badly injured on the sidewalk and is no longer able to fight.

Vanda has used her enormous strength to ensure that this giant beast is taken out of the game and only has to deal with the usual losers, who buzz around her like annoying moths. As always, both show no mercy and demonstrate their determination not to flinch a single meter and are now standing on a mountain of shredded demons. This delusional sight shakes even the hardened fighters and they gradually retreat until it no longer appears that another wave of attack is imminent. Nevertheless, Vanda and Velvette hold their ground amidst the ruins of the club and watch as a burning apartment building opposite collapses and creates a large cloud of ash dust. Vanda does not let herself be distracted by this and listens intently to what is happening in the surrounding area and apart from anxious whining, nothing can be heard.

This bloody battle seems to be over.

“Babe, we have the upper hand now,” says Vanda.

“Wonderful and what happens to Zeezi?” asked Velvette.

“Good question, that depends entirely on her,” commented the cat demoness and conjured up a sword of heavenly steel to slowly approach the Overlord. “Told you before that size isn't everything” said Vanda sarcastically and looked at the bone sticking out of her left arm with a smile.

“Fuck...you,” sighed Zeezi softly.

“God those would be shitty last words” commented Vanda.

“So bitch, how long have you been working with Vox?” asked Velvette.

“What am I...?” mumbled Zeezi, confused.

“Ouh didn't you know the TV clown was planning his return?” asked Vanda.

“Fuck...no,” sighed Zeezi.

“You really are as stupid as you look, your brain seems to be the size of a pea” Velvette said with a grin.

“Anyway, I'll make you a deal, you work for us now and your club was pretty profitable before it closed, I think a 70 % share sounds pretty reasonable, otherwise you get to kiss heavenly steel” said Vanda, plunging the tip of the sharp sword straight into her dislocated right shoulder.

“You really gave it to her, please keep going, Babe,” said Velvette contentedly and filmed the bloody spectacle live for her followers.

Agreed...” said Zeezi. “I really appreciate your willingness to cooperate, and because I'm so kind, I'll even pay for your hospital stay, because you still owe me a lot of money,” said Vanda and calls the usual emergency services, who will take care of the disgusting mess here, and returns with Velvette to the devastated club to secure the important reserves of the dubious media demon.

The next day

"...Good morning Pentagram City, here's your favorite moderator Katie Killjoy again with the brand hottest news that will shock you, last night a hideout of perpetual loser Vox, by the hottest bitches Vanda and Velvette was successfully unearthed, suggesting that he was planning his return with the help of Zeezi Zilla, luckily this plan was foiled and it gets even worse, the sleazy TV clown has actually put a bounty on our eternal fashion icon Velvette, this is really shocking and shows how pathetic Vox can be...we'll definitely stay on top of this...you can find out more on V-Tech Video...you can expect gruesome details and is definitely not suitable for children..."

When the camera finally goes out again, Katie can't wait to finally enjoy her well-deserved break and lights a cigarette to spread a large puff of smoke into the TV studio and laughs inwardly that this program is not suitable for children, a large part of the audience consists of these annoying snotty brats. “That was good work Katie” said Vanda, who suddenly appears behind her and gives the presenter a good scare. “Holy shit...” she said excitedly and spontaneously punches Tom in the face with her bare fist, who is sitting impassively next to her and is now passed out on the floor.

“Wow violence in the workplace, very lovely indeed” Vanda said sarcastically and takes a seat right next to her.

“Ma'am...I wasn't expecting her at all” says Katie grinned.

“Do I need a reason for that?” asked Vanda.

“But no my dear, the place is yours anyway” said Katie.

“Exactly, and I think a 5% pay rise would be appropriate,” said Vanda.

“That's really too kind, boss,” said the moderator with a smile.

“Well then, keep up the good work,” commented the cat demoness.

“Ouh don't worry, that's my greatest strength” said Katie sarcastically.

Actually, a pay rise is superfluous, the majority of people at V-Industries work in the low-wage sector or receive no money at all due to deals, and that with flexible working hours of 18 to 20 hours a day. It's much more a symbolic gesture to give the impression that Vanda cares about her sinful employees and doesn't want to linger here any longer than necessary and this time leaves the TV studio on foot to pay a visit to the realm of the most famous filmmaker in hell, which is only a few steps away and simply opens the door to his porn studio.

This time, it's not Angel Dust lying around in some bed, revealing her body and getting all drugged up, but the two Subbucus ladies Mandy and Cindy posing in front of the camera in a cheap cheerleader outfit to show off their beautiful sides, while Valentino sits in the chair of the producer and gives hair-on-fire instructions for them to follow. “Come on, can't you spread your legs any wider?” he asked with a smile and enjoyed exercising his power to the full. Vanda, on the other hand, simply stands next to the moth demon and gazes intently at the shaved pussy, which certainly takes her mind off things. “Are you here for a photo shooting, my pretty?” asked Valentino with a smile.

“No, I have a present for you,” said Vanda.

"A present? Oh please don't, I've got enough boring stuff already" he said with a bored look on his face. “When I was out last night, I discovered something that might interest you,” said the cat demoness and snapped her finger to make the vox dummy appear right in front of his eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to be?” asked Valentino. “In the hiding place of Vox, I have discovered numerous of these dummies, they look just like him and can even speak” says Vanda with a grin and activates his familiar speech patterns with a small remote control.

“Fuck you, Twink!”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The day was just perfect”

“Come here you wanker!”

This gift is not really to the taste of Valentino and has no real use, which does not make it any more appealing to Vanda.

"In your penthouse there are five more specimens waiting for you, it will certainly be boring to only fuck Angel all the time," commented Vanda.

“A Vox sex doll? Are you kidding me?” asked Valentino incredulously.

“He would somehow fit in with your creepy altar, which doesn't really make sense, since he isn't dead, or what is he supposed to represent anyway?” asked Vanda thoughtfully and the best she can imagine is that he is praying for his safe return. If he is speculating on that, he can forget the idea right away. The changes are gaining more momentum every day, such as the renaming of VoxTek Video to V-Tech Video or the systematic removal of coffee cups, posters, statues, and everything else that reminds us of this superfluous guy is slowly disappearing from the V-Tower, until one day he is nothing more than a faded memory and no soul is interested in the media demon.

Vanda must continue to exercise patience and open a portal to enter the study of her girlfriend directly. Velvette looks critically at a few models who are standing rather nervously in a row, this time being scolded less harshly than usual by the fashion designer, and turns her back to them to smile at her sweetheart. "What do you say you accompany me to the mall? My new collection goes on sale today," said Velvette.

“Sure, we can do that,” commented Vanda relaxed.

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel

The eyes of most of the residents are glued to the televisions of the hotel to watch the latest revelations, even Charlie Morningstar can't escape it, who doesn't really want to watch the junk because it's the usual propaganda show anyway, but for some reason Vox seems to have a vested interest in it and so the Princess of Hell, along with him, Vaggi, Cherri Bomb, Baxter and Lucifer have to spend time on the couch.

“I have to admit, that would suit you” said the King of Hell.

“Dad, that's not exactly helpful” commented Charlie.

“That is indeed strange, why a bounty on the head of Velvette when he always thought of her as a daughter” said Baxter thoughtfully.

“Wow wait, you're not serious?” Vaggi asked incredulously.

“Of course,” was the curt reply.

“Is that why he's so strangely silent?” Vaggi realized.

“I admit...I acted a little recklessly” commented Vox.

“Then it's time for an apology,” says Charlie.

“Maybe I should,” said the media demon.

The Princess of Hell looks directly into his face to assess whether he is really serious.

Vox does indeed look a little dejected, which the others can hardly believe.

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Chapter 20 - A special Lesson

Charlie Morningstar has seen it for a brief moment, the look when someone really regrets something, at least she thinks so and wants to go into it in more detail without immediately pushing Vox into a corner, so the Princess of Hell is busy developing various apology strategies and scribbling on the white board with colorful pens, she doesn't seem to lack the necessary fun either, while Vox sits silently on his upholstered chair and lets this spectacle pass him by. Of course, the essential security measures must not be missing, and Baxter is responsible for this, sitting at a desk in the background and checking the self-developed programs on his laptop, while being curiously observed by the King of Hell himself for quite a while, which to be honest makes him rather uncomfortable. “Sir, do you want something specific from me?” he asked matter-of-factly.

“Ouh I was just wondering if you could tickle him a little with your bit, of the naughty kind of course” he said grinning.

“I understand what you mean, but that won't work, it would only stimulate him,” commented Baxter.

“That does indeed sound disgusting,” said Lucifer.

“However, I could reprogram the screen saver function so that instead of his face you see yellow ducks” said the scientist.

“Hey that's much better, you're just my man...um don't get me wrong” he whispers with a grin and watches as Baxter makes the necessary changes with his fingers on the keyboard and in the next moment squeaking ducks can be heard throughout the lounge room, which completely throws Charlie off her game and she immediately gives her father a bad look. “Honestly dear, it wasn't me, you know the usual technical mistakes, things like that can happen” commented Lucifer innocently. “In fact, I'm doing an upgrade right now” says Baxter with a grin.

“Guys we can't let this moment pass” said Charlie with a clenched fist.

“What moment are you talking about?” asked Baxter.

“That he acted recklessly with Velvette,” said the blond.

"Velvette? Ouh, that's his supposed daughter's name, I think it takes more than that to just apologize," commented Lucifer.

“That's true, she can be quite vindictive” said Baxter.

“What does she look like anyway?” asked the King of Hell.

“There's an advertising poster on the wall to our right,” said the angler fish.

“Holy shit...No, No, No, No...that's not acceptable, who would present their daughter like that, only guys like Alastor would do that” said Lucifer and naturally attracts the attention of the infamous radio demon with this statement, who appears next to him shortly afterwards and smiles at him with red sparkling eyes. “Not at all, unlike you, I at least have the decency to support Charlie and may I remind you that you only moved in here recently and ignored the princess all the time before,” said Alastor. “My friend, as king of hell, you are also busy with other things.”

“Absolutely, the ducks don't count themselves,” said Alastor sarcastically.

Before the whole thing escalates and the hotel blows up, Vaggi intervenes and reminds the people present of the current house rules.

“Thanks Vaggi,” said Charlie smiling.

“Always happy to help, Babe.”

“So back to the exercises today then, Baxter could you please remove that upgrade again?” asked Charlie with a smile and in a few moments the quacking noises stopped, which Lucifer in particular found very distressing and stared at the promotional poster again, he would never present Charlie to the public in such a skimpy outfit. “What the hell happened?” asked Vox. “Just a few minor technical difficulties, can we get on with today's lesson?” asked the princess. “I see, what exactly does that involve?” asked the medium demon. “Like how to apologize,” said Charlie.

“I see, it's best if Alastor starts,” said Vox.

“You've always been a joker,” said Alastor sarcastically.

“And you're an ungrateful asshole,” commented the media demon.

“What the hell is this all about?” asked Charlie, confused.

“You know, 70 years ago he turned down a profitable partnership because he has too big an ego and thinks he doesn't need friends and he laughed it off,” Vox said angrily.

“Ouh here we go again, it was really entertaining exposing you and I was right, you're just not on my level and I'm afraid my friend, it's going to stay that way” commented Alastor relaxed.

"Wow, you're not telling me that his rejection led to all this? That's a bit of an exaggeration," said Charlie thoughtfully.

“By the way, this isn't about Al, it's about something completely different and I don't think Velvette would like you at the moment, why don't we start with Lucifer?” said the fallen angel and received a big hug from the King of Hell. “That's exactly why Daddy likes you so much,” he said happily.

"Holy shit? What's going on?" asked the Princess of Hell, confused.

“It's not what it looks like, darling,” answered Lucifer.

“Aha, could you please let go of my girlfriend again, I don't think she can breathe,” said Charlie and of course got his beloved angel back in one piece. “You're a little too jumpy, Dad, maybe you need a big cup of tea or a duck bath,” observed the blond.

“When the noisy box here starts to finally take notice of the lesson today, I'll do anything you want...except get locked up somewhere and used as a battery, that's not funny...I'm telling you the evil tickle is a constant companion” Lucifer said nervously.

“Well Vox this is your moment to shine brighter” said Charlie with sparkling eyes.

Before this can happen, a portal opens before the eyes of the princess and Emily appears completely unexpectedly, looking quite excited and more or less throwing her arms around the neck of the blonde-haired demoness. “How lovely, you're all right,” she says with relief and has to catch her breath. "Emily? Are you all right?" asked Charlie anxiously. “I don't even know where to start,” said the angel excitedly.

“How about you learn to breathe,” said Vaggi.

“And don't forget to breathe out,” added Charlie.

"It's true, the Exorcist Angel headquarters was indeed bugged and the radio transmissions sent down to hell, but that's not all, your resistance at the last extermination automatically landed you on the wanted list...that seems to be the norm when you rebel against heaven...but don't worry Abel is trying to cross your names off the list" said Emily looking at the astonished faces of the Hazbin Hotel members present, they can't believe the explosive information the angel revealed. “I'm curious, what exactly are we being accused of?” asked Alastor.

“Well, you're wanted for resisting law enforcement, multiple murders and being part of a conspiracy,” said Emily.

“Ouh that's really sweet,” says Alastor sarcastically.

“That's anything but funny Al,” said Vaggi, shaking her head.

“You have a bounty of 1 million heavenly dollars on your head, that's what Adam arranged” said Emily.

“Holy shit, even when he's dead this fucker will still cause me trouble” commented the fallen angel.

“Does that mean everyone who was involved in the defense during the battle for the hotel is on the wanted list?” asked the princess.

“Yes...unfortunately you're there too,” Emily said quietly.

“Fascinating, what exactly is Charlie being accused of?” asked Alastor.

“Resisting law enforcement, attempted murder and blasphemy” said the angel.

“What fucking shit and what happens now?” asked the princess.

“Like I said, Abel is trying to cross your names off the list,” commented Emily.

“Anyway, thanks for the news,” said Charlie.

“I hope our friendship doesn't suffer as a result,” said Emily uncertainly.

“Absolutely not, we go through thick and thin, you know that,” the princess said with a grin and turned her gaze back to Vox to continue her lesson. "Ouh Princess, I would like to know a few things, what about the other demons who are on the wanted list for blasphemy? Do they get special treatment too?" asked the media demon grinning. “Counter question, how do you know so much about them?” asked Charlie.

“I just wanted to know how the exorcist angels up there work and whether they always showed up on time for the extermination and holy shit, you just had to set your watch to it, it was always a really entertaining spectacle that was on prime time,” says Vox.

“Heavens, what's he doing here?” asked Emily in amazement. The seraphim angel feels a little unsafe in the presence of this dubious guy and notices the left hand of Charlie on her shoulder the next moment. “He wants to apologize to his daughter,” commented the princess.

“Oh, I hope he's not twisting everything again,” said the angel thoughtfully.

“Don't worry my dear, he's just a box that only makes a little noise,” said Alastor smiling.

“All right then and how are you, Alastor?” asked Emily curiously.

“I have absolutely nothing to complain about, everything is going as it should,” said the radio demon with an enthusiastic expression and casually glanced over at Lucifer, who was sitting sulking in the corner because no one in the room was paying any attention to him.

This is truly a wonderful sight, which Alastor always enjoys.

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Chapter 21 - A booming Trade

Vanda observes the usual hustle and bustle on the streets of Pentagram City unobtrusively from the entrance to a side alley and has her eye on one particular establishment in particular, which brings her bank account great joy. Dante's Inferno is still very busy today and the cat demoness likes to watch the numerous luxurious limousines that stop at the front entrance so that the servants can receive the distinguished visitors. As a rule, these are young, pretty and skimpily dressed Succubus ladies in skin-tight outfits, from whom no one can escape and who immediately command the desired attention. Of course, you can also take them to the room for a small fee for special services and have fun there, provided you have the necessary change and if you're not careful, you'll be broke quicker than the police allow and end up either on the street or in the garbage can, like this dismembered specimen in the garbage can, whose familiar smell wafts like a breeze into the nose of the cat demoness.

This is no ordinary place for the normal- mortal souls in hell who can't even afford to spend a night there.

But there is a nightclub right next door that makes potential customers believe they are something special and to keep up appearances, Succubus ladies in black and white cat outfits eagerly hand out colorful advertising flyers to make the place appealing to people. Actually, this is no longer necessary because pretty much everyone knows about the establishment, but the more people, the better for the wallet.

For the poorly paid succubuses in particular, this is always a good opportunity to supplement their measly salaries a little and there is just such a chance, because a group of drunken demons come by and are immediately swayed by the scents of the beauties and start taking selfies or shooting a movie with their smartphones. Vanda knows this rehearsed diversionary maneuver only too well and watches relaxed as one of the girls effortlessly takes a few bills from the stolen purse and immediately hands it back as if nothing had happened. Nobody seems to have noticed anything about the incident and the carefree, drunken demons simply get into the next taxicab to sleep it off at home.

Vanda does not interfere in such matters.

It's part of everyday life in Pentagram City and nobody cares when these things happen.

Provided you don't commit one of the seven deadly sins, such as Asmodeus.

The mighty demon from the Lust Ring is a welcome guest in Dante's Inferno and brings his imp friend Fizzarolli with him for the first time.

The attentive cat demoness has been hearing the secret laughter about this for some time and Asmodeus won't put up with it any longer, which is why he pays a certain bodyguard to ensure that the two are left in peace, and it is precisely this person who is on the roof of the residential complex opposite Dante's Inferno. The demoness can vividly imagine that some guests might be disturbed by the presence of someone like this and enters through a portal to get directly to the scene of the action. “What the hell...” said the surprised imp and immediately aimed his sniper rifle at her without hesitation. “So just who sent you to kill me, Blitzø?” Vanda asked calmly.

“Damn my name is Blitz, the o is muted” he said annoyed.

“I'd like to have your worries,” said Vanda sarcastically.

“Yeah...yeah keep making fun and no I'm not here to kill you” said Blitz.

“A contract killer who breaks into my apartment and doesn't want to kill me, that's something completely new,” commented Vanda.

“Wow...wait a minute, I'm not a assassin today, I'm just supposed to play the bodyguard,” said Blitz.

“You want to play bodyguard today and what about tomorrow?” asked Vanda.

“I don't know, I can't see into the future,” says Blitz.

“Oh, but I can see the future and I see a sneaky burglar who's going to jail for a few months,” said Vanda grinning.

“I'm sure we can come to an agreement,” said the Imp.

“Apart from an ordinary apartment, a low bank balance and an banished prince, you have nothing to offer,” commented Vanda.

“I run a very successful company,” said Blitz proudly.

“There are so many contract killers in hell who think they're running a successful business” said the cat demon with a shrug.

“I can prove it to you for a fee of course, I don't work for free and don't give me that burglary crap, everyone in this damn place has been burgled somewhere” said Blitz. “A very bold thesis you are putting forward, my friend,” said Vanda grinning.

“So we're getting down to business now?” asked the Imp.

“I actually have a list of people who have more than earned their retirement,” said the businesswoman and snapped her fingers briefly to provide Blitzø with the necessary information and appropriate materials. “What are those strange balls?” asked the Imp.

“They're much more powerful than the usual stuff,” commented Vanda.

“I see, and how much time do I have for this?” asked Blitz.

“There's no time limit,” says the cat demoness matter-of-factly.

“Now we just need to talk about payment” said Blitz.

“That's appropriate according to your status and I won't sue you for trespassing either, after all you need money to support the banished prince for the next 100 years, that will be a joyless time if you survive that long” said Vanda with a smile. “Fuck you” said the imp angrily and jumps off the roof of the apartment complex to do this damn job while Vanda opens a portal and takes the next deal. This time, she lands in front of an unlocked iron door to a fifteen-story parking garage and marches right through to take the stairs up. She keeps her head to the rear to keep an eye on any pursuers, but if things get dicey, she can always activate Shock.Wav and use it as a handy backup.

This will hopefully not be necessary and she will reach the seventh floor without any problems.

Apart from a few parked cars from which a few wheels, glass panes or even the engine have been stolen and left behind by their owners because they can't do anything with the garbage, there is nothing special to discover and Vanda slowly ventures through the semi-dark floor. The clear smell of fresh exhaust fumes is in the air and the tire tracks are recent, this is exactly the trail the cat demon follows until she stops in front of a parked luxurious limousine and immediately opens the door to take a seat in the back, comfortable area.

“Have a good day, Princess Morningstar” she said politely and breathed in the fresh breeze from the cool air conditioning.

“I hope no one followed you,” says Vaggi.

“I can ask you that question, you wouldn't expect a limousine in a place like this,” commented Vanda.

“That's exactly why we're undisturbed here,” said the fallen angel.

“I don't think that is going to last long,” commented Vanda.

“Long enough to present the request to the princess,” said Vaggi.

“So how do I get this honor, Princess?” asked the cat demon curiously.

“We want to know, how it was possible to spy on the Exorcist Angel's headquarters for such a long time without being noticed” said Charlie.

"Surely you know the masks worn by exorcists? They're not scary Halloween accessories, but are equipped with modern technology that is used solely to monitor the exorcists' every move and, of course, to give instructions, I think your girlfriend can confirm that," said the businesswoman.

“I can only confirm that,” answered the former one-eyed exorcist angel.

“And what did it do for you?” Charlie asked curiously.

“I sold relevant informants to important people who held their lives very dear, after all the exorcist angels don't just appear during an extermination, they are always active when a potential evil needs to be eliminated” said the cat demoness.

“By the way, we are also currently on the wanted list of the exorcist angels, a misunderstanding, mind you, and until Abel removes our names again, it will probably take some time,” said the princess. “Ouh I have a soft spot for big, rebellious girls” said Vanda with a grin.

“That's not the point,” commented Vaggi.

“What a pity, I know a good love hotel,” breathed the demoness.

“Your crazy girlfriend will probably rip my wings off,” said the angel.

“Ouh you're not averse, don't worry I'm quite capable of taming my crazy girlfriend” said Vanda smiling.

“I don't think we should digress from the topic, I'm worried about Angel Dust,” said the princess.

“Angel is doing his thing, I don't think there's much to worry about and besides, we know how to kill exorcist angels by now,” said Vanda.

“Let's hope it doesn't come to that” said the blonde thoughtfully. “Don't stress yourselves princess, you should rather watch lesbian porn that fires your imagination with your angelic girlfriend on V-Tech Video, there are some good offers this week that my premium customers will definitely like” Vanda said happily and sent the recommendations straight to the Princess of Hell so that she wouldn't miss out on the newest trends. “Um...yes, thanks, I'll definitely look out for that,” said Charlie sheepishly. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Princess?” asked Vanda.

“No, I think that's enough and thank you for your openness,” said the princess. “It's no longer a secret, so there's no point in keeping it under wraps any longer,” says Vanda politely, and takes her leave discreetly to return to her lucrative, hellish business.

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Chapter 22 - Welcome Loser

The tired, panicked demon's eyes open in a flash and stare rather blurry against the gray ceiling wall, still feeling the after-effects of the nightmare he just woke up from. His body feels quite heavy, as if it is clinging to the soft surface of the mattress like a magnet, and he slowly tries to sit up, but it doesn't work as he had hoped and he notices that his right arm feels quite numb. Angel Dust knows the uncomfortable feeling when he has been lying on it for too long and sets to work getting his body moving again. He can use his left side without any problems and does everything he can to make the numbness stop bothering him, first clenching his fists to test the individual bodily functions.

Fortunately, every single finger of the tired actor obeys.

The next step is to lift the cursed limb into the air.

“Come on...” he mumbles slightly desperately and after several attempts he finally manages to bring some life into it, after which the demon stretches all his limbs to the right, left or down and shakes them several times. He repeats this process until Angel can move halfway sensibly again. The loud cracking in the shoulder joints cannot be ignored. After the involuntary exercise, the demon breathes in and out several times.

His lungs pass the functional test for the time being and he can feel the cold breeze from the air conditioning system in the background.

His head feels quite heavy and if he stands up now, it will be quite uncomfortable for his stomach.

Angel has to prepare himself mentally for this.

After a few moments, he slowly straightens his heavy upper body and holds his forehead with his right hand.

It feels as if thousands of needles are piercing his empty mind, causing him to vomit.

Angel fights desperately against his nausea and stares confusedly into the semi-dark room.

Either the sun really has gone down or his eyes are still playing tricks on him. Angel takes a deep breath to check his reality and slowly his sluggish brain grasps the first clear thoughts, but they are still plagued by gaps. That violent and intense dream really got to him and what the hell happened anyway? This is a question that Angel can't answer with any certainty. It's too tedious to even think about it, it's too painful and strangely enough, he passes gunpowder in the air and looks straight ahead at the chair, where a familiar figure is staring at him with a devilish grin. It can only be Vox, but how is that possible? The media demon no longer has any power over him and has finally been defeated and suddenly feels a severe headache again. Alcohol and drugs were his best friends in recent times and he can't take any more and has to throw up on the filthy wooden floor next to his bed. “You're a loser,” says the familiar voice. “Shut up, you wanker,” Angel muttered quietly.

He is definitely not in the mood to listen to this stupid chatter and crawls out of the floor to stagger more or less unerringly to the familiar figure and grab him by the collar. “You're a loser,” says the angry demon and desperately needs to get his fix so he doesn't have to listen to this crap any longer and next wanders into the bathroom to find the right remedy for his inner demon in the open cupboard.

This physical pressure is so exhausting that he can't help but resort to such things. The love potion from Velvette is particularly helpful and downs the stuff in one breath. Shortly afterwards, the silhouette of the familiar medium demon appears in the background and seems more real than ever, as if he is really standing in front of him, playing a diabolical game with him. Angel Dust is stunned, the madness has literally caught up with him and there is no escape. “Shit...dammit...I'll never be redeemed like this,” he said in despair.

“And cut...that shit was just perfect!”

Suddenly a couple of spotlights come on all around the confused actor, blinding him immediately and shortly afterwards someone shoves him roughly to one side. "Angel get the fuck off the stage or do you want to shoot some extra scenes for the bonus material? If so, we can catch up on that shit in the next few days" said Valentino with a grin and uses the smoke to projected his collar and violently drag the four-armed demon towards him. “And next time you won't throw up all over my studio, because it smells really disgusting,” commented the moth demon.

Angel Dust has no idea what's going on here and looks rather confusedly up at the successful filmmaker, who is sitting relaxed in his chair and smiling smugly at him. “I think he's melted into the role,” says Velvette. “Or he can't take your love potion” said the cat demoness.

“I think he should savor it and not just pour it in like it's cheap whiskey” says the doll demoness.

“There are more important things, I still need a suitable name for the movie,” said Valentino thoughtfully.

“Loser” said Vanda and Velvette at the same time.

“You said that nicely, you should definitely form a choir, maybe some angelic bitches will listen to you” said the moth demon sarcastically.

“We are two geniuses with one mind” said Vanda with a raised index finger.

Angel can't really follow these conversations and the rest of his foggy mind wonders if he just witnessed a movie scene and stares at the Vox doll being brought into camp by a stagehand for a potential next movie. “I also think Loser is an appropriate name, it's very easy to remember, isn't it Val?” said Velvette. “Yeah fine by me, let's go celebrate, I really need a few drinks after we finish filming” said the moth demon contentedly.

“Today is the reopening of Club Kaiju, that would be a good opportunity” said Vanda with a grin.

"The reconstruction is finished? That was pretty quick" commented Valentino.

“I have diligent house pets too,” said Vanda sarcastically. "Speaking of which, Angel you will also be present and before that you should make yourself pretty for your numerous fans, you look like complete shit, so get your ass in gear” said the shady movie producer. The four-armed demon doesn't question the intentions of his boss and immediately disappears into his dressing room to fulfill his wish.

Velvette also seems to have something specific in mind and conjures up a suitable costume to smile at her beloved cat girlfriend.

“Babe, that should suit you when you're behind the bar handing out drinks,” commented Velvette.

“And what about you?” asked Vanda curiously.

“Oh don't worry, I'll wear something similar that's just the way you like it,” breathed the doll demoness.

Some time later

Vanda had long had her sights set on Club Kaiju because of its special appeal and was just waiting for the right opportunity to conquer it. The demoness didn't want to go it alone, so it suited her just fine that Vox was setting up secret bases everywhere for his hopeless war with Heaven without informing the other Overlords, and with Velvette at her side it was easier to take over the place and redecorate it to her liking. The only question Vanda asked herself was whether there would be enough customers on the opening day to put a lot of money in the till and that was quickly resolved because the presence of Velvette and Valentino alone ensured that the club was already well filled after two hours, with a queue already forming at the entrance. Their personal security team has already taken up position there to check potential troublemakers for weapons of any kind. So far, everything has remained very quiet, with only the familiar sound of gaming chips on the tables, the constant pressing of the lever for the one-armed bandit and the exasperated sighs of the gambling-addicted residents of Pentagram City to be heard.

Of course, alcohol should not be missing in large quantities.

Vanda watches this wild party behind the counter of the well-stocked bar together with Melissa and can't help smiling. With the exception of Angel Dust, everyone is having a great time. The four-armed demon has been sitting on the bar stool for some time, staring at his untouched ice-cold gin and tonic as if he were looking for something in particular. “Angel you really are a profit killer, there could already be another customer sitting here in desperate need of some good stuff, so I have a simple job for you so you can pay off your debt to the loan shark and that is you can pick up some of Verosika Mayday for me” says Vanda and presses a small, white piece of paper with the address into his right hand.

“You wanted me to play the servant?” asked Angel.

“You can also go into the kitchen and clean glasses, plates and cutlery for a pittance,” commented Vanda grinning.

“How do you even know, I'm in debt?” asked Angel.

“I have my contacts all over town and Valentino won't pay your debts, he wouldn't care at all if you were even missing your arm” said the cat demoness.

“And you're hardly doing this out of pure charity,” said Angel.

“So do you want the job or not?” asked Vanda. “I have no choice anyway” said the actor and got up from his bar stool to disappear out of the back entrance and just as Vanda was about to serve a new guest, the familiar sound of clinking crockery caught the curious bartender's full attention and she looked straight to the gaming tables. It's that time again, a drunken sinner has once again lost all his money rolling the dice and of course offered his precious soul as a wager and is promptly put on a leash by the best filmmakers in hell, to the great cheers of the audience, while the fragments on the floor are immediately cleaned up by housekeeping staff so that this eternal party of losers can continue.

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Chapter 23 - A long Day

The 24-hour opening session at Club Kaiju is over and Vanda looks at the screen of her smartphone with great expectations and is happy about the large amount of money in her bank account, which has grown considerably in the last few hours. Time has flown by and Vanda finds it a real shame that the last guests are more or less voluntarily escorted out by security staff. The shady cat demoness could easily have celebrated for another two or three days, but the supply of alcoholic drinks is almost exhausted and stares wide-eyed at the numerous crates of empty bottles in the corner that reach up to the ceiling. There is nothing left worth mentioning in the spacious storeroom and the same applies to the other resources provided, such as food or drugs. This extremely high consumption can only be related to the reopening of the club and if not, the cat demoness simply has to order more. Provided the guests don't go on a rampage and Vanda can count the damage to property on her hand.

Apart from a few broken beer glasses, no chairs, tables or windows were smashed, and even the expensive music system next to the dance floor survived the party-enthusiastic audience just fine. The complaints have also been limited, thanks to her hard-working pets, who have done a particularly good job today without asking for anything in return, which is a matter of course in hell. Nevertheless, one should not praise the evening before the morning and marches through the open patio door to check out the magical Japanese-style garden. It looks pretty clean at first glance and exudes a fake peaceful atmosphere that makes sinners let their guard down, especially the small bamboo forest with the fish pond invites you to hang out here for a while. Surprisingly, Velvette sits right in front of it and holds her left hand in the clear water to fish something out. She likes the sight of Velvette sticking her ass out at her and the white panties showing off her pretty eyes.

She can never get enough of that.

“Do you enjoy looking at my ass, you little bitch?” asked Velvette.

“I like this view and what are you doing there, Babe?” asked Vanda.

“Those idiots probably thought it was a wishing fountain and threw loads of valuable stuff into it,” commented the doll demoness.

“I see, you get your tip,” said Vanda smiling. The unhealthy mix of alcohol and drugs certainly contributed to the fact that people were quite generous or lost their things unintentionally. An honest skin would dutifully report the find, but what you find is yours to keep, according to the dynamic duo's motto, and it gives them pleasure when their guests tear each other apart just to go home with some profit in their pockets or spend it again immediately in the next casino. Vanda likes to use this behavior of addicted souls to her advantage and looks at her smartphone again to see what kind of reviews the questionable customers have left on the newly opened homepage.

Velvette is simply hot!

Vanda is the most beautiful bartender in the world!

I want to have her baby!

I like the maid outfit!

She is my rising sun!

I only want to be yours!

I want the sweet doll for breakfast!

Vanda has such beautiful legs!

Your smile is just adorable!

Valentino touched my shoulder!

I'm with Valentino from now on!

He is my absolute hero!

A total of 8902 posts are already available in the comments section.

Vanda can well imagine that most of them are about Velvette and turns her attention back to the beautiful doll.

“Do you want to join me at the bar or would you rather spend the whole night at the wishing well?” asked Vanda.

“Sure, I've already got the best stuff out,” said Velvette and marched back to the bar of the empty club with her girlfriend and first of all had her mix a delicious Mai Thai, after which the mistress of the house took the waffle iron out of the bottom drawer and plugged it into the socket to make some delicious waffles with the leftover batter. In no time at all, a delicious aroma wafts through the empty rooms of the closed club. “I must say I loved my time with you here,” said Velvette with a smile and dipped her finger into the bowl and tasted the sweet, fluffy dough. “Absolutely my pretty, the maid outfit suits you well” said Vanda with a grin. “What do you say I wear it tonight for your personal needs?” breathed the doll demoness seductively. “Certainly my dear, I was looking forward to it” said the mistress of the house satisfied.

Some time later

The eyes of Vanda are once again fixed on her smartphone to check the overall balance of the last few months.

Her business with drugs, gambling and souls has increased many times over in comparison to last year and she has her inimitable charm to thank for this, which ensures that everything continues to go according to her wishes and next looks into the small, round hand mirror to correct the color of her lips. “Ethan, you can take the limousine back to the V-Tower, I'll be fine here,” says the businesswoman and gets out of the bulletproof limousine and registers the numerous noises at the entrance to the bowling center, where every demon has already gathered to have a quiet game. The watchful cat demoness has not come here today to pay a visit to the casino in the basement and wanders purposefully across the asphalt parking lot, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings - it's easy to get into a shootout at any time. Today, however, for a change, the usual crap doesn't happen and Vanda quickly makes her way to the dirty backyard of the center, where a certain Imp is already waiting and stinking up the air with a cigarette in his mouth. “How nice of you to make an appearance, I have your goods,” says Blitz.

“You really are industrious,” said Vanda soberly and reached out with her left hand to magically levitate the brown, large, full sack beside the assassin directly to the thick trunk of the very old tree, without neglecting the necessary safety distance, and both watched as the spiky vines began to reach for the object. Shortly afterwards, the loud, agonizing screams of the trapped person can be heard, bringing a smile to the face of Vanda, while Blitz stands next to it smoking his cigarette. “A demonic tree that feeds on assholes, very charming indeed,” he said sarcastically. “It doesn't kill him instantly, but slowly drains his blood until there is nothing left, a process that can take years,” says Vanda.

“Anyway, my job for today is done, can you recommend a good hotel that's not too expensive?” asked Blitz.

“The Hazbin Hotel, everything is free there,” said the businesswoman.

“I see, and what's the catch?” asked Blitz skeptically.

“There's a strict ban on weapons there,” explained Vanda.

“You're joking, right?” asked the Imp incredulously.

“No, TV and alcohol are free,” said the demoness.

“Who the hell comes up with that?”

“The Princess of Hell” is the answer.

“That rich and spoiled brat definitely has too much money, she could do something useful for once, like donate a few things” said Blitz.

“You know what, if you jump into that disgusting dumpster, you'll look like a poor beggar, maybe she'll put money in your hand” says Vanda sarcastically.

“No, I can do without that shit,” said Blitz.

The imp leaves the dirty backyard without another word and for Vanda there is no reason to stay here and opens a portal that takes her directly to the dark penthouse of Velvette in the V-Tower. Her sensitive ears notice instantly the slight moaning of the doll demon from the bedroom and Vanda quietly sneaks right there to stare through the small, open gap in the door to see what her girlfriend is up to.

Velvette lies masturbating on the bed in her seductive maid outfit and holds the used underwear of Vanda to her nose.

This sight is not entirely new to the older demoness, she has watched this process repeatedly, so much so that you would think it had become routine to follow the deep and unbridled desires of the fashion designer. These are really beautiful aspects that she gets to see again and again and grabs herself under her black skirt to carefully watch the wet spectacle with relish. It is a clear call to march into the wicked love nest.

Nevertheless, Vanda does nothing of the sort.

She knows that Velvette absolutely hates having her private affairs disturbed.

She just has to wait for the right moment, if there is one at all with her devious girlfriend.

She always climaxes at different times, two minutes is very likely if it happens quickly, usually Velvette takes a lot of time for it, there is no particular pattern to it. In any case, it is a real highlight to watch her masturbate and after five minutes she finally does it, arching her lower body upwards to fill half the bed with her love juice and holding this tense pose until her body gradually comes to rest again.

Vanda lingers briefly behind the crack in the door to make sure Velvette doesn't start another round and enters the bedchamber without knocking to honor the sweet doll with her presence. The mistress of the house makes no effort to make herself pretty for her and lolls to one side in a seductive manner, propping her head up with one hand. “Do you like what you see?” asked Velvette with a smile and tugged at her white fishnet stockings with one hand to make the pleasure tangible. Vanda spared herself the answer and simply took off her clothes to finally fuck her beloved doll demoness after this long day. “Ouh Babe you seem to really need it, I know what might help” said Velvette with a smug smile and took a fresh red candle from the dresser, lighted the wick with a lighter and held it directly over the plump breasts of the cat demoness until the first drops hit the sensitive surface. Vanda seems to be very taken with these nighttime activities and bites her lower lip lightly as Velvette conjures up a second candle to provide even more of her warmth. Her hard nipples in particular feel the candle wax.

This intimate connection is exactly what the lustful cat demoness has been longing for.

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Chapter 24 - The Signs of the Times

Velvette walks relaxed through the corridors of the top floor of the V-Tower to meet with the cat demon for a business meeting in her office and listens to the conversations of the employees she quietly passes by. Pretty much everyone envies the doll demon's unique position and would also like to be treated more favorably by Vanda. Velvette can only smile at this fact; it's not as if it's always pure pleasure when the older demoness shows her dominant side and likes to bring her to her knees. This behavior is reminiscent of Vox, who also liked to treat his employees like little pets. Especially when the name Alastor was accidentally mentioned, there was quickly a tense atmosphere in the V-Tower that affected everyone. On such days, Velvette was unable to live out her creative streak as she wished, but more or less had to put up with the bad mood of the notorious media demon. Under Vanda, that has now changed. It doesn't cause her any major headaches if any names are uttered that aren't of too much importance and this is made clear by the colorful decorations in the area of the power-hungry cat demon.

Everywhere there are pictures of the infamous fashion designer, which impressively illustrate her absolute obsession with her.

Honestly, Velvette doesn't like being stalked in this way, but with Vanda she doesn't mind the behavior at all and thinks it's pretty sweet to be in the spotlight of the demoness and pushes down the silver door handle to enter her stylish office. “Honestly, you could have toppled Vox from his throne much earlier, then I would have been spared a lot of shit,” says Velvette calmly and sits down directly on the lap of her lover.

“Where would all the fun have gone then?” said Vanda sarcastically watching the numerous holographic screens in front of her eyes to observe the surveillance videos from the amusement district. “Speaking of fun, is that the Princess of Hell and her girlfriend in the shopping area?” asked Velvette curiously. “Yes, the two of them are on our territory and buy sex toys, sexy lingerie and other interesting stuff,” remarked Vanda.

“How nice, what do you think about a double date?” asked Velvette.

“Oh do you want to punch the princess in the face with an open fist again?” asked Vanda with a grin.

“I'm about to punch you in the face with my closed fist,” hissed Velvette.

This enthusiasm is certainly appreciated by Vanda, who could do with a bit of entertainment after this eventless three-hour conference.

She undoes the black buttons of the red blouse with the little white hearts printed on it and immediately attaches her wet tongue to the breasts of the slender doll demoness. In return, Velvette conjures away the white collared shirt of her girlfriend and digs her sharp fingernails into her pretty curves. In no time at all, all the clothes are scattered around the office and Velvette could do with a little break.

The last marketing meeting was boring to death and she begins to sigh softly as the sharp teeth gnaw on the hard nipples.

Eventually the cat demoness takes command again and heaves her stubborn lover onto the surface of the desk, exploring the upper body of the doll demoness as the hands of Velvette slowly move south and penetrate her pussy directly. It's just as tight as she remembers and means Vanda isn't banging her secretary when Velvette is putting on another time-consuming fashion show and finds this level of loyalty quite exhilarating and benevolently registers a slight sigh. Velvette does everything in her power not to let up in any way now and penetrates deeper to increase the desired level of moisture, which so far leaves a lot to be desired and the doll demoness definitely wants to change that. With every minute that passes, the two of them get into full swing and pay attention to how much time passes because of their other appointments, and Vanda takes advantage of this moment to get a little toy out of the top drawer to spoil the cute doll.

Vanda is not holding a strap-on as expected, but an anal chain with extra large balls and orders Velvette to turn around.

Of course, the fashion designer doesn't take any orders from her and instead kneels down to lick the intimate area with all her might and finally, after what feels like an eternity, Vanda manages to get the stubborn beast into the desired position on the desk and begins to lick the young sweetheart under her shaved armpits. It is ticklish and arousing at the same time and feels how Vanda inserts the anal chain unerringly, as if that wasn't enough the index and middle fingers of her right hand penetrate her wet pussy. It doesn't even take five minutes for Velvette to reach her climax due to the high intensity and lie on her back, a little exhausted, while Vanda puts the sticky fingers in her mouth and captures the spectacle with her smartphone so that this exciting encounter is recorded strictly according to protocol.

Velvette undoubtedly feels wonderful and loves spending time with Vanda in this way, especially when she attaches her lips to her breasts again to suck on them, but this togetherness won't last long because they both have a few appointments to attend and that's exactly what Vanda reminds her of again as she strokes the doll demon's head. Punctuality doesn't play a role in hell, but Vanda tries to keep up appearances and Velvette straightens her upper body to pull out the anal chain while the boss of the TV station watches the spectacle sitting down and of course captures these moments with numerous photos. The next thing Velvette does is gather up her clothes, which are lying around the office.

As always, things got wild and when the two of them meet, there's not a dry eye in the house and Vanda throws her bra in her face.

“I think that's your cup size, my little mouse,” says Vanda sarcastically. “Oh fuck you,” says Velvette with an outstretched middle finger and goes in search of the underwear, which has surprisingly ended up behind the comfortable red couch next to the large aquarium and hears the familiar sound of a smartphone snapping. Velvette sits down on the couch one last time with her legs bent for a few farewell photos before she puts the item back on and once again seeks proximity to Vanda to continue sucking on her wet breasts.

Neither of them can shake off the impression that today's meetings are going to work out and they exchange a few sensual tongue kisses.

Some time later

A trip to the famous entertainment district of the infamous Vees of Pentagram City is always worth a trip, especially if you're interested in the newest fashion and tech trends, you inevitably have to come here to keep up and thanks to the new broadcast signal, the reach is stronger than before, so other demons from the rings are here on the winding streets and linger in the multi-story shopping center. This is exactly where Velvette is, watching more or less with interest as Vanda, Charlie Morningstar and Vaggi have been standing in front of the large wall mirror in one of the clothes stores for hours, trying on their latest collection of lingerie, skirts, hot pants, shirts and whatever else is in fashion.

Velvette already knows the pretty dresses from her photo shoots with Melissa.

She took several days to dress her best model herself. The result can currently be seen in the well-known fashion magazines that Velvette holds in her hands. The huge run on the coveted goods has already had an impact on stock levels. Almost everything is already sold out due to the high demand and is already being produced by the manufacturers under high pressure in order to satisfy the wishes of the customers. Velvette takes advantage of the shortage and sells the scarce goods anonymously on the well-known sales platforms at exorbitant prices and collects more money to organize the next fashion show. Maybe she should hire Vanda, who makes a pretty impression in the sexy lingerie and is thinking of fucking her if the cat demon continues like this and suddenly gets the attention of Valentino. The successful film producer is looking for a suitable dress code for the upcoming film premiere Loser and apparently needs the advice of the famous fashion designer.

"So Vel, how do I look? Does it suit me?" asked Valentino.

“No, the sleeves are already worn out,” commented Velvette.

“Funny, the sales clerk said it would suit me,” said the moth demon.

“Maybe you should kill her later,” said Velvette.

“Hey, that's a nice idea,” says Valentino with a grin.

She conjures up a few matching outfits that may suit his personal taste and Valentino turns away from the doll demoness again to try them on, while Velvette continues to sit on the upholstered chair and watch the other three's funny little fashion show. A small mountain has already formed and the employees present seem anything but enthusiastic about this behavior. However, there is nothing they can do when the Princess of Hell is present and they have to clear up the mess themselves. Actually, there is no reason to complain, by her mere presence Charlie Morningstar contributes to the considerable profit and even influences the buying behavior of the other customers. Velvette is more than aware of this fact and secretly shoots photos of enthusiastic blonde to later publish on VoxTube for possible advertising purposes.

Afterwards, she turns her eyes back to Vanda, who makes it clear with a distinct look what is coming next and follows her sweetheart into the next available changing room. As soon as the black curtain is closed, the first intimate kiss follows and Vanda immediately reaches under her black-and-white skirt to pull down her underwear, creating a sizzling atmosphere again after a short time. Due to the acute lack of space, Vanda cannot act as desired and registers the hot breath of Velvette on the back of her neck. “You begged me for it,” breathes the fashion icon seductively and slips her fingers unabashedly into her pussy. “Fuck...Babe” sighs Vanda softly and enjoys doing such hot things in public, while the energetic doll demoness whispers a few more dirty things in her ear. Under these circumstances, it's always easy to ensure a quick orgasm and looks the older demoness in the eye smiling and snuggles tighter against her again. “Come on for me, you dirty little bitch,” Velvette breathed with a smile and found this little shopping trip in the well-known entertainment district simply great.

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Chapter 25 - Under Observation

Alastor stands calmly on one of the rooftops of the entertainment district and observes the crowd on the streets of Pentagram City.

No little noise escapes the radio demon, especially the loud laughter of the Princess of Hell. The blonde-haired demoness is obviously having fun sitting in a street café with Vaggi, Vanda and Velvette and trying every sugary dish on the menu. If the heavens weren't over his head, you'd think Charlie Morningstar had landed in paradise, at least that's the impression Alastor gets, and nobody knows better than him that it's not and registers the horrific screams of a demon being brutally robbed and beaten in a back alley. These soothing sounds are like music to the ears of the infamous entertainer of the Hazbin Hotel, who is not up there to play the holy guardian angel for the princess of hell.

He enjoys his freedom to the full, which he regained a few weeks ago and no longer has to take on the role of the good-hearted Samaritan that he was forced into, and spontaneously grabs his scrawny neck to check whether this annoying chain has really been broken.

This long-lost feeling is truly a blessing for his dark soul, but he still feels watched and always tilts his gaze to the side.

Rosie always made sure that one of her henchmen kept an unobtrusive eye on the radio demon or relayed orders.

The times when Alastor took out any other overlords who were a thorn in the side of Rosie are finally over and now he can devote himself to other things to live out his so-called fun in hell. Before that, he should get rid of the active spy drones in his vicinity and drops completely detached from the roof of the skyscraper, elegantly transforming into a shadow just before certain impact to slither inconspicuously through the crowds like a sneaky snake. His mere presence sends shivers down their spines and they swiftly cross to the other side of the street in droves to avoid becoming the next victim of the infamous radio demon. To be honest, Alastor is not interested in such ordinary people.

He simply enjoys spreading fear and terror without any annoying henchmen of a certain cannibal unnecessarily interrupting this entertaining show and smoothly turns right into the dark side alley to resume his normal form and makes his way through it in a relaxed manner and finds the desired person behind a stinking dumpster and smiles at Husk with a wider grin than usual because he has something very important in his hands.

"What did you have in mind Vox? A nostalgic walk in your old stomping grounds or a power grab?" asked Alastor curiously.

“That's none of your business,” said Vox.

“It must be very painful for you to know that you have no authority whatsoever and if I were you, I wouldn't dare to go it alone, the princess would certainly be sad if you just disappeared like that,” said the radio demon calmly. “Is that a warning?” asked the media demon.

“No, just a polite hint,” said Alastor with a smile and turned his gaze back to Husk, who didn't like having this wanker in his hands at all. “You had a simple task and that was to keep an eye on Vox” said the radio demon with red sparkling eyes, expressing his anger and maybe he should remind him again who is in charge here and narrows the distance to grab his chin forcefully with one hand, the smell of alcohol from his stinking mouth is not hidden from him. “Tz for a flat screen, he is unexpectedly fast on his feet” he said matter-of-factly.

"Is that so Husker? Perhaps you are unqualified for such a simple task, I think you should return to the hotel and not take a detour to the nearest casino or bar," Alastor said unequivocally. This message has even reached the former Overlord and he immediately retreats to avoid more trouble, meanwhile Alastor receives another visitor shortly afterwards and turns his gaze to the back to greet the new boss of the TV station.

“Good afternoon, did I interrupt your conversation with the princess, that was not my intention,” he said politely.

“No, I was just satisfying my curiosity,” said the cat demoness and kept a safe distance to avoid any misunderstandings.

“I understand, and have I satisfied your curiosity?” asked Alastor curiously.

“No not really, I wonder if your current activities make you happy, now that you've got rid of your old collar you can do all sorts of things in your free time and yet you still hold on to old habits, your long feud with Vox has shaped you so much that it's hard for you to just let go” said Vanda. "Collar? You obviously seem to have been aware of my past," observed Alastor. “It's only logical that a deal has made you the strongest sinner in hell, I've done these things too when people from Earth have contacted me” said the cat demoness.

“Fascinating, I can imagine that these poor souls have disappeared into insignificance,” said Alastor jokingly.

“A fate that no longer awaits you, unless you act as mindlessly as your esteemed friend,” commented Vanda in a relaxed manner.

“Oh don't worry, I certainly don't intend to do that, I want to continue having fun,” said the radio demon with a grin.

“Do what you can't help doing,” said Vanda shrugging her shoulders.

“I will my dear and I have one small request, it would be nice if we didn't make a big issue out of the trip from Vox, Charlie always reacts so sensitively” said Alastor. “Of course the mood of the princess is very good at the moment anyway and I wish you a pleasant day,” said Vanda politely and turned her back on him again to leave the side alley and return directly to the chic street café to rejoin the unusual group of women. The presence of the Princess of Hell has of course been noticed by the numerous pedestrians and the choice of location is no coincidence.

From here, Vanda can keep a close eye on the dubious inhabitants and find out whether they pose a threat.

Intrigue, plots and conspiracies are a central part of hell, so it doesn't matter if Charlie Morningstar is present. Vanda is well aware of this and has taken various precautions in advance to ensure that the blonde is not unnecessarily harassed. At certain entrances to side alleys, bodyguards have been posted who are in constant radio contact with Vanda should any problems arise. The current atmosphere is very positive due to the public work and Velvette is also playing her part at the moment, always taking selfies when a few of her most loyal followers come by while the other employees of Vanda are doing their actual job. In context, this means collecting protection money from business people who are long overdue with their payments, otherwise things get unpleasant very quickly and to prevent this from happening in front of the princess, these people are dragged into the nearest back alley to gag them and break a few bones. Today, Vanda is very careful not to attract any unnecessary attention to herself so as not to negatively affect her newly established relationship with Charlie Morningstar.

The blonde doesn't give the impression that she is bothering the cat demon with anything anyway.

She is much more concerned with tasting every single one of the fifteen cakes ordered and the delicious taste makes her eyes light up.

In general, the reputation of the Vees seems to be on the rise without Vox, and the infamous puppet demon is not entirely innocent of this.

Thanks to several effective advertising campaigns, more people are buying clothes with her face printed on them and that's not all.

In the entertainment district, various fan stores have been opened to adorn even more products with her pretty face, be it mugs, bedding, jewelry or children's toys. All available channels are being used to further work on her popularity status and the sneaky fashion designer is a true master at this and does not regard the princess from hell as competition, stealing the show a little with her lavish order.

“Princess, what's the reason for this big appetite?” asked Velvette, without taking her eyes off her smartphone.

“It's nerve food, the newest guest at the Hazbin Hotel is a bit of a handful” said Charlie.

“Ouh are we talking about this special guest?” asked Velvette casually.

“Yes but I think we're making progress” said the Princess.

Velvette is not at all interested in what this loser is up to and devotes all her attention to social media.

Some time later

The little shopping tour in the shopping center and the conflict-free stay in the street café have ensured that the mood is very good and Charlie Morningstar in particular has made a little detour to a sex store to look for a few new toys. As expected, the selection in this beautifully decorated store is quite large. From strap-ons, dildos, anal chains, love potions to large and small whips, there is pretty much everything you could wish for, provided the quality is right and the Princess of Hell picks up the 16 cm long dildo to check the hot goods for robustness, while Vaggi looks curiously at the numerous shelves full of lesbian films sorted by alphabet, including a few very old copies that must be about 100 years old and cannot be found on V-Tech Video. A movie called The Wet Princess of Hell makes the fallen angel quite suspicious and he reads the strange description on the back. “That's a nice movie, I can only recommend it,” said Velvette with a grin.

“Then why isn't it on V-Tech Video?” asked Vaggi.

“For copyright reasons, but if you want to buy it, I'd hurry, there weren't many physical copies” said the doll demoness.

“So how good is the movie?” asked the angel.

“The content makes you squirt, I always get 3 or 4 climaxes when I watch it” said Velvette smiling.

“The movie is only 94 minutes long,” noted Vaggi.

“Oh yes, and every single second is worth it” breathed the fashion designer. The angel doesn't believe that Velvette is really talking nonsense, she regularly posts ratings on social media for hot movies that are trending and would love to know what Charlie thinks about it and returns to her girlfriend, who is holding a glowing blue dildo with extendable spikes in her left hand. “Ok...that's really...I don't know” mumbled the blonde.

“There's no way I'm letting you shove that up my ass,” commented Vaggi.

“Yeah, that looks a bit wild,” said Charlie grinning.

“Speaking of which, what the hell is this supposed to represent?” Vaggi asked in confusion, staring with one eye at the grinning Vox doll with a Mexican hat on its head. It really looks a lot like the original and has the stupid name El Vox. The former exorcist angel can't imagine that something like this will be a big seller and is probably only aimed at a twisted target group and doesn't want to deal with it any further.

She prefers to keep the blonde-haired princess of hell company again.

Late in the evening, Vanda returns to Dante's Inferno for a routine inspection to check on guests in the basement of the establishment.

Here there are dozens of special and isolated rooms for special services, so that the high-spending clientele don't damage the valuable goods, a state-of-the-art surveillance room was set up a long time ago, which is used for more than just watching the dodgy types in their violent S/M games. Anyone who disobeys or breaks the rules is put in here for a few days and receives special treatment that they won't soon forget.

In particular, Valentino has enjoyed coming here for years and is here again today.

The moth demon never wears a mask and is therefore very easy to recognize when he swings his nine-tailed whip impressively to make his new pets more docile. Of course, Dante's Inferno also offers his own expensive house slaves to always meet his expectations. Vanda particularly likes to use them for spying purposes, so if anyone dares to speak ill of Dante's Inferno, he or she is quickly silenced by subtle means.

However, today is a day where only the champagne flows and no bad words are spoken, which makes the cat demon very happy and looks at the screen of her smartphone to see the growing bank account and next opens a new message from her assistant Ethan, who can tell her more about the activities of Vox. During his stay in the entertainment district of the Vees, he tried to contact a few loyal followers and Vanda doesn't find this relevant news at all alarming. On the contrary, it's handy when the pesky rats show themselves.

Vanda will probably have to take active steps herself to break the remaining influence of the media demon once and for all.