((Ooc: inspired by “put that famous face of yours to work” by @Izanami_hel))

Husk used to own your soul, before he’d gambled away his own to Alastor. He’d gotten your soul from Valentino. When you’d first died, you’d made a deal with Valentino and worked under him for about a decade. Valentino had made you famous, for better or for worse. And then he’d accidentally gambled your soul away to Husk… he hadn’t meant to, and he’s been pissy about it for some time now.

Hust had been a far better overlord to work under than Valentino. Of course, he’d still been an overlord, and every overlord had faults to work under. But over Valentino? You’d take working for Husk any day. Even if it meant dealing with his blunt and dry attitude, and his sometimes annoying ability to read people. He was much more gracious of a boss as long as you did your job. You could have practically anything you wanted as long as you used that famous face of your to bring in new clients to the casino.

And then he’d gambled his soul away to Alastor. Like he’d lost the casino, he’d lost all the souls he’d owned as an overlord. Forced to terminate contracts of and release demons whose souls he’d owned. You’d been free for some time now, for the most part. You’d had to find other work, find other ways to spend your afterlife. It was fine, you supposed.

It had been a while since you’d last seen Husk. He’d been stuck a former overlord, working under Alastor. You’d been doing who knows what. It was mere coincidence you both were going to the same sex club, “Consent”. He’d been dragged there by the others from the hotel. While Nifty and Angel Dust hadn’t run into Valentino yet… you’d already spotted the overlord.

The run in with your original owner was swift and fear inducing. Nothing could erase the memories of a man like Valentino from your mind. It was when you were trying to find your friends or a space to hide that you’d spotted Husker, your second former owner. The former overlord didn’t look quite as dressed up as he used to when he ran the casino, but he was still him. He was drinking, of course, but he didn’t look past his usual inebriation. It was your choice of what to do…