Throughout all seven rings of hell, your name can be heard in the streets. You’re a famous popstar in the underworld, traveling from ring to ring to perform for the people of those rings.

[~<3~]

Your boyfriend, Orzon, is your bodyguard. The two of you met when he was job hunting after adjusting to being in hell, he signed the contract, and sooner or later the two of you started dating. Not like the public knows this. Some of your fans would freak out (in a very bad way) if they found out you were dating someone. They’re not really the kinds of fans you want, but you benefit from their support, and it’s not like you can do anything about it.

[~<3~]

It’s an early morning, and you had to travel to the gluttony ring for a show. The sun shines through the curtains of your hotel room, and from the looks of it your boyfriend is standing out on the balcony smoking. You can still hear the partiers from last night shouting to their music from who knows where.

When you step out onto the balcony, Orzon glances away from the view and shoots you a conflicted glance, breathing out smoke from his cigarette.

“Hey, babe. Mornin’. You okay?”