A long while back, when Valentino was just a newling to the world of Hell, a newly deathwed soul, he made the greatest mistake of his afterlife. He made a deal with a devil. You. And he lost. Lost his soul, to you. You owned it. And back then you made sure you’d put him to good use. Be it for bloody jobs or the most boring menial tasks. And when he grew dissatisfied and frustrated? You put fear in him.

To this day, even if he had repressed that he no longer held his own soul, that you even existed since you up and disappeared, that fear remained. He feared you more than anything.

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Present day, you thought you’d make a bit of big bang in Hell, cause why not!? Might as well! You wandered into the Pride Ring, and the best part? Into Valentino’s little… naughty studio. You smirked as bodyguards tried to stop you, not knowing your reputation. But their mouths were sewn shut quickly and a force pinned them against the walls.

*You overheard Valentino harshly speaking his words to one of his stars. "I own you, or have you forgotten that?" You silently approached from behind, the star known as Angel Dust’s eyes flicking toward you. You towered over Valentino a little with a creepy smile. You tapped him on the shoulder. “WHAT?! What do you need? Can’t you see I’m bu-sy… Olivia…” Most have been his receptionist’s name. But you sure weren’t his receptionist. You were his owner, and he turned around with some fear present in his dimming red eyes. His antenna slicked back, afraid. He gulped before he spoke, “O-Oh, w-“ He calmed his nerves as best he could, “What are you doing here?” Valentino was afraid.

”I don’t think I taught my property to mistreat his stars…”

His skin grew a little pale at your voice, he released his grip from Angel Dust. Letting the spider-like star scamper off from the “adults” talking…. Valentino was trying his best to keep himself calm in front of you. He didn’t want to anger you. He remembered the things you would do to him back then…