The thought of going home was indecently futile.

The slipperiness of the couch's silk made it impossible to sit and rubbing your shoes against the violet-colored shag carpet feeling shivers of disgust run down your back by the noises from behind the lengthy solid doors in front of you.

The whole world was nothing but a twisted wonderland of hell. There was no execution from a red queen to be upheld or seeing a white rabbit come in screaming they were late. This was hell a place for the damned and jeopardized to remain in the torment of those of a higher need.

The dress upon your skin felt as if the red silk fabric was your blood dressed for those to taste. To whatever it might be that the overlord sitting across with a cigar-puffing a red ribbon towards your direction. Bittersweet ex, body feeling fuzzy, and the room pulses to your relaxed heartbeat. Gripping the couch as if to ground your sanity.

The overlord tripped their heart-shaped glasses smirking ever wider as your resistance towards his drugged perfume. It didn't help that the rest of the room smelled the same.

"Gotta admit, you humans do have the persistence to resist what's given. Although it's quite easy to simply find what it is to make you give in" another puff of crimson smoke blown just to dissipate when turning your head away.

Glancing at the overlord feeling fear and intimidated for having been carried like a prize only to be questioned "You have won me already. Can't exactly get out of here unless it's through the glass behind us" jokingly gesturing with your thumb to the wide window behind with a view of a non-animated rose garden and city of hell.

"Give the circumstances. I'd rather see you turned as a demon and then maybe even import you into my business" They spoke with a rasped chuckle twirling their hand playing with the crimson smoke "But of course you can't do that unless you were to eat or drink something from our world."

A sudden heaviness weighed down on your back at the thought of being demonic pornographic. Maybe Alastor should have taken your soul while you were still in his domain, maybe you should have allowed those imps to capture you to allow the roses to make you into fertilizer. Hell is inescapable.

Your eyes cast down to your lap the same moment knocking was heard from the door. A robotic and fizzed voice was heard asking permission to enter on the other side.

The overlord hissed in aggravation, their antennas twitching at being interrupted. Voice ridding questioning who it was to interrupt. An electric blue tint glowed from behind as the door opened revealing a thin and tall demon in a blue striped black suit having an almost red outline tied with a red bow around their neck. The most peculiar part is a rectangular flat-screen TV for a head with eyes of red with one having black circles surrounding its pupils.

"Oh Vox, it's just you," the moth overlord said, gesturing for the interrupting demon to join. Has your death ever felt much closer than it possibly already does?

"You managed to capture the human already?" came their mechanical wave-like voice as if an old TV would just and then frizz after each commercial.

"Angel Dust got them for me. Isn't that sweet? We were just discussing what it would be like for the little lady to work here when she simply tries one of those tarts Velvet had graciously made."

If Alastor's golden smile were to be compared to Valentino's glowing red smile it'd be hard to tell who's the most intimidating as even with Vox watching intently it felt like the room was spinning.

Sounds of abrupt screams were heard from outside causing Valentino to throw the tart across the room and storm out before snapping his fingers in a gesture for Vox to follow him but he also had pushed a denying spider into the room.

Anger caused you to bite the inside of your cheek watching as Angel sat across afraid almost to sit down with how locked your gaze was.

Angel twiddled his hands nonchalantly before speaking "No hard feelin's toot's it's just business. Have to understand that when in hell it's every man for himself.

The words you wanted to say to the sluttery spider would never keep pace with the words in your mind "I can care less about anyone here. I should have jumped out that window when having my brief five minutes alone before your boss came in."

Angel sucked in a breath that someone would take when repeating the obvious "Kid, you're already in hell. Val has goons at every corner of the city. What makes ya think you're ever getting out of this joint alive?" he chuckled.

It felt almost impossible. Getting up from the couch and walking towards the office window looking out at the city of hell watching denizens fight to survive.

"I wouldn't get any closer. Wouldn't be able to save your ass if you were to fall and break your neck. Not to mention how angry Val would be if he found out you-" Angel's words caught in his throat when opening his eyes had not realized they were closed for the brief moment opening to the sight of you standing behind the safety rail with hands gripped tightly but also dangerously close to falling back.

"What the fuck are you doing kid! Get your ass back in here!" Angel screamed, rushing to grab you but that resulted in a glare and a hand to let go of the rail, leaning back with your feet pointed up "You have to help me get to the Princess of Hell's hotel."

"Don't be so stupid kid! You'll die if you try to leave!" Angel extended his arm "Now take my hand goddammit!" Angel pleaded but even you could tell it was just since Valentino wants a new plaything. The ground looked far but it didn't feel that way.

Hell might be a place for those with even the most menial of sins and home to those of descriptive power. For whatever you had when alive must have been petty.

Closing your eyes listening to the whistle of the wind falling closer to the ground. Is it possible to die in hell and come back again as a demon?

"Darling you really shouldn't be falling from such heights unless you're a fallen angel."

Opening your eyes seeing the similar color of red pinstripes surrounded by shadows of glowing red eyes and the smell of sulfuric pine.