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(Stolas' Palace)

Octavia sat in her room, scribbling stars on the cuffs of her jeans, which she bought at Stylish Occult. It wasn't exactly goth-ish, but to her, it was a personal touch.

*Knock knock*

'Octavia?'.

Ah, her dad must be done. 'Come in'.

Her dad came in and sat on her bed. 'Have a seat, Via'. Octavia shrugged and sat on the bed next to him.

'Now, about your punishment...'.

She had hoped her dad would've forgotten about that.

'I was planning on grounding you for going out in the city without my permission and making me worry. But I don't want to discourage you to develop yourself. So I  have found a compromise'.

Octavia was skittish. 'What kind of compromise?'.

'You can still go out, on one condition'. 'Which is?'.

'Overlord Velvet will be your bodyguard'.

Octavia snap-turned to Stolas with a wtf-face. Did she hear that right?

'Velvet? Her?! MY BODYGUARD!?!'. 'Now, Octavia I know it sounds unorthodox-'.

Octavia stood up from her bed. 'DAD, WHAT THE HELL MAN?!? YOU SAID I SHOULDN'T DEAL WITH OVERLORDS!!! WHY....?'.

Her eyes shrank with sheer horror. 'Please tell me you two didn't f*ck'.

'NO! NO! Goodness Octavia no! Nothing like that. I swear!'.

Octavia squinted at his father in suspicion. Holding him a gunpoint with prolonged eye contact. She then sat on the ground, pulled her hoodie over her head and groaned. 'F*ck I cannot go through that AGAIN'.

Stolas pulled the collar of his shirt awkwardly (and guiltily). 'I understand'. He cleared his throat. 'Anyway, the reason why is because... Outside of Loona, you don't have many friends. Do you?'.

Octavia let out an offended gasp and wanted to deny that claim. But up until her talk with Charlie, it was true. Between that disastrous birthday and meeting Loona, she had not made a single friend. Not once. She was either too broody for her fellow royals, or too stuck up for common folk. No level ground.

'Ugh, yes dad. I... don't. But what has Velvet to do with that?'.

'Well, she seemed to have the same predicament as you. Being an overlord means having enemies. But with the right direction, she can be a great ally. A confident. Someone you can trust'.

'And you don't expect her to betray me?'.

'That's the neat part. I simply ordered her not to'. 'You can do that?'. 'Well, you did'.

Octavia remembered she ordered Velvet to get out of a deal indeed. 'Holy sh*t, I did'.

Stolas chuckled and patted her head. 'You're well on your way to becoming a princess. I'm proud of you'.

'Daaaaaad'.

(The Penthouse)

Velvet arrived at the penthouse after calling over the limo. She went to her room and took the capsule containing her purchases out of her pocket. With a drop of green liquid, the pill sprung open into a pile of bags. She rearranged everything she bought into her closet. Except for the sweater and additional skirt. She changed into those and took a selfie of herself doing a peace sign.

Check it out, Bitches! New look!

#Velvet #Stylish Occult #Stylishasf*ck

She posted it on her Voxtagram. The pings of likes started to blow up her phone and she loved it.

She then took another selfie of herself blowing a kiss and send it to Vox.

For you Voxy-Baby <3

She giggled obnoxiously as she fell into her bed. She gets to call him that. She can actually call him that and not make it sound weird.

She sighed wistfully. She wished Vox was here. There were so many things she wants to call him. So many things she wants to do with him. And it's only been a week!

Velvet's phone started to ring. That must be him!

Sadly, as she checked her phone, an unknown number appears. She picked up.

'Hello?'. 'Hello, Velvet'.

Velvet gasped as she recognized that gloomy tone. 'V! It's you!'.

'It's Octavia, but yeah it's me'. 'Alright Octavia, what's up?'.

'I... didn't get to say thank you. For saving my life'.

Velvet won't deny it. That touched her. She tried to wave it off. 'Pfft, no biggie. It's what I do. By the way, did your dad told you about... My reward?'.

'He did. And, I... guess I don't mind you being... my bodyguard'.

Jackpot!

'But just my bodyguard for now! You have to do a lot more to earn my trust'.

Velvet won't deny it. That stung. But for the sake of her task, she'll take that tumble.

'Don't you worry about a thing, Octavia! Before you know it, you get to call me your new best friend!'.

'Sure. Anyway, I want to go out with Loona tomorrow. Could you... pick me up from the palace?'.

Velvet saluted, even though Octavia couldn't see it. 'You can count on me, mon captain!'.

'Right. See you tomorrow'.

<----To Be Continued

Chapter Text

(I.M.P Headquarters, Imp City, the next day)

In his office, Blitz typed in the combination of the safe. Hidden behind a portrait, behind his desk.

Yes, it's cliche but it works.

Once open, he pulled out the grimoire. The book that had been the core of his company.

The very same book he tried to steal from the person he's gonna see right now.

Prince Stolas.

If his relationship with Stolas could be described in 1 word, 'Complicated' would be an understatement.

The first time he met the prince was when everything used to be fine. When it was just him, his sister, Fizzaroli, Mom and his... father together at the circus. Sure it was under the employment of Mammon, the embodiment of greed. But they were still together...

Till everything went to f*cking sh*t.

Without going into detail, it took ONE little slip to cause a fire. Without being too graphic, that fire took everything. Fizzaroli's limbs, Mom's life, their home. All up in smokes.

Left with nothing, Blitz took on a career as an assassin. He had nothing to lose.

Till he remembered the prince and his book. It gave him an idea.

Why not use that book and go to the living world took kill people as a business?

That idea gave him hope. Hope to have a purpose, to get back the dream he once had to be his own boss. Who knows, maybe it'll work.

One night seducing the prince and stealing the book, he thought that dream was as good as his.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Now he's in a weird physical relationship with Stolas. But hey, it WAS physical. It wasn't like they were dating.

But now? Now he's not so sure...

He shook his head and put the book in his backpack.

'It's NOT like that' he said to himself.

He then locked up his office and exited the building.

(The Penthouse)

Velvet woke up with a yawn. She clapped her hands and quickly got out of bed. She took a quick shower, changed into her regular wear and ate her breakfast. Cereal with milk and lots of sugar.

You'd think her diet of sweets and savoury for 20 years would mess her up. But, she quickly found out that her body burns through all that quicker than the average human. In fact, she always felt full after one good meal till dinner. Was it part of being dead? Who knows and who cares cause she has a job to do!

She left a text message that she was leaving for the day and she went off to Imp City!

(Stolas' Palace)

Velvet took the limo to Stolas' palace. It was just as big and pretty as it was the first time she saw it. It was like the mansion from the Fresh Prince! But in Hell!

"Huh, never had that line of thought before".

She stepped out, told the chauffeur to not wait for her and went up to the door. Before she could knock, she heard a distinct screeching of tires.

Out of a reflex she never thought that was there, she jumped to the side into a bush. Which apparently was full of thorns.

'Ow! Ow! F*ck! Sh*t! Thorns! Ow!'. She then was magically pulled out of the thorn bush. She looked up and saw Stolas, looking down at her concerned.

'Are you alright dear?'. 'Oh hey, princy! Yeah, I'm fine! They're just-'.

She looked down and saw her dress was ruined. Rips and tears caused by the thorns. She gasped.

'NO! THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE!'.

'Oh, dear. Here, allow me'. Stolas snapped his fingers and like, well, magic, her dress was fixed.

'There. All done. Just be more careful. I don't want to see you get hurt'.

Through her fixed happy mood, Velvet made that ONE mistake everyone could relate to.

'Wowee, thanks dad!'. Velvet didn't realize her mistake until 5 seconds later.

At which she could only think "Oh f*ck".

The silence was palpable. All that Velvet wanted was to crawl into a hole and die.

She tried to apologize. 'Uh, that was an accident I just did!'.

Stolas had this paused look on his face as if processing what just happened.

But before anything else could happen, a black van crashed through the gate. It made a loud screeching sound as it stopped right in front of the two.

This scared Velvet so much that she hid behind Stolas.

Out of the van came Blitz, with the grimoire under his arm. He slammed the door of his van shut and locked it. He casually waved to Stolas.

'Oh, hey Stolas. I, um, got your book just in case-'. Blitz saw the overlord hiding behind Stolas. 'YOU!?!'. The imp pulled out his flintlock pistol and aimed it and her. 'The f*ck is this?!?'.

Stolas held his hands up, trying to calm the imp down. 'Now, Blitzy I can explain-'.

'Don't Blitzy me, Stolas!!! Do you know you have a crazy overlord bitch behind you?!?'.

At this, Velvet got offended. 'Hey, who you calling a bitch?!?'.

Blitz poked his gun into her face. 'You bitch! You and your stupid hair'.

Velvet became quiet. TOO quiet. A pink glowy aura enveloped her as a tiny flame began to grow.

'What. Did you say, HUH!?!'.

'I just called your hair stupid, stupid. What, is that a girl thing you do? Getting pissed about stupid comments about your stupid hair?'.

Velvet stood up to her full length and snapped 'I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN!!!'. Her vines sprang out and lashed out in a frenzy.

Even Stolas got scared. 'Blitz, I don't think you should-'.

Blitz was either too confident or just didn't care that he just touched a nerve. 'Don't worry Stolas, I got this'. He cleared his throat and said 'Ma'm, you think your hair is cool but it's actually just the WORST, hairstyle I ever-'.

POW! Crunch!

Velvet interrupted Blitz's spiel by punching him. But it wasn't a normal punch. It was a face-breaking, showstopping punch. She then punched him again, so hard, that he actually flew in an arc, into one of the walls. The imp's impact made a large crack in the wall. With the wind knocked out of his face, he asked 'The f*ck... Just happened?'.

He had no time to get an answer because Velvet was charging towards him with murder in her eyes and her vines out. 'YOU'RE F*CKING DEAD!'.

Blitz screamed in terror and did the only thing he could think of: He threw the grimoire at her.

The moment Velvet's vines made contact with the book, something unexpected happened.

The book crackled with strange energy. The energy got directed by the vines into Velvet like a lightning rod. An explosion explodes.

When the smoke cleared, Velvet was gone.

Both Stolas and Blitz looked at where Velvet was with a wtf-face.

Blitz shrugged his shoulders. 'Welp, I guess that's that. Goodnight!'. And then he passed out.

Stolas only said 'Oh f*ck'.

<-----To Be Continued

Chapter Text

(Somewhere...)

Velvet lay on the ground disoriented. Whatever happened before she could murder that imp threw her through the wringer. The only thing she was aware of was that something was off. Her whole body was off. Like something feels different.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed, was a wild rose. It was laying in a patch of green.

'Huh, pretty'. She then looked around and found herself in the middle of a clearing in the woods. The grass was green, with more wild roses. Trees with various woodland creatures out and about surrounded her. A blue sky with not a cloud gazed upon her with the sun shining. It was peaceful. Quite.

The realization that something wasn't right, took a few seconds to run through her head.

'Wait, WHAT!?!'.

Her heart started to pound as she looked around in panic. This isn't Stolas' palace! This isn't anywhere in hell! Where-

She noticed something that made her blood cold like ice. Her hands. Her once grey-brown hands.

They weren't grey-brown anymore but an eerily familiar shade of pink.

With shaking hands, she pinched herself. Her skin wasn't velvety anymore. It was far less soft. Yet somehow, it was a familiar feeling.

'T- the f*ck?! What is this?!? Am I dreaming!?! WHAT THE F*CK!?!?'.

She said 'Wake up Velvet, wake up Velvet' and slapped herself hard. Her cheeks were burning with pain far greater than they should be.

'Ow f*ck that hurt!'. Just what the f*ck is going on?!?

She heard twigs snap behind her. It came from one side of the woods surrounding her. She couldn't see who or what it was.

So she ran in the opposite direction.

She tried to get away from whatever that was, while: Dodging every tree in her way, watching her steps, and trying to make sense of everything.

She stepped through a dead twig and tripped. Unfortunately for her, she fell down a hill. She went through bushes, moss, dead wood and anything that made the fall more painful.

Eventually, she hit the end point of the hill. In more pain than before.

She groaned in pain. 'Aaaaow. It... hurts... Everywhere'. She tried to get up, but the pain didn't let her.

She then heard more twig snaps. She saw the bushes behind her shake around. In her state, she hoped to Satan it wasn't a wolf.

And out of the greenery came...

A dog.

A Saint Bernard to be exact. And from Velvet's view, this one was huge!

It walked to her. It sniffed around her curiously. Velvet didn't move a muscle. She didn't want to anger it.

A voice yelled out 'Lion! Where are you?!'. The dog raised its and barked.

Out of the bushes came a man. The first human man Velvet has seen in 20 years.

He was middle-aged, of average height and brown-skinned. He was bald but had a small beard. With a thick coat and boots, he looked like he was taking a stroll in the woods.

He looked aghast at Velvet. 'Oh my god! Are you okay?!'.

Due to the pain and thoughts running through her head, Velvet fainted.

<-----To Be Continued

Chapter Text

Have you ever had that feeling you're being hunted? That someone or something was looking for you, watching your every step?

That was Velvet, running through the dark forest. No sky, sun or grass in sight. There were so many trees, you couldn't even see where the horizon began.

She turned around and saw... IT

A bright, white light. It egged slowly but threateningly through the dark forest, towards Velvet.

The sight spurred Velvet to keep moving forward.

The light slowly went faster and faster, swallowing away everything in its path like a flood.

No matter how fast Velvet ran, the light came closer to her. And closer. And closer.

It eventually got to her and Velvet felt like she was about to drown.

Before the light swallowed her up, she heard an eery voice.

'Welcome home'.

(Some bedroom)

Velvet's eyes snapped open. She jerked up and sat up instantly. She felt covered in a cold sweat. Her heart was pounding like crazy. Her breathing was uneven.

She did not know what the hell she dreamt about, but it felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Thank Satan it was just a dream.

She looked around and found herself in a bedroom that wasn't hers. In a bed that wasn't hers.

She looked down and saw that her arms were bare and not the same grey-brown, velvety skin as before. They were pink and covered in band-aids. She pulled the blanket off of her and found more band-aids on her pink legs.

What the f*ck-

She remembered that she actually woke up like this and ran through the forests before tripping down a hill. And there was a dog and a man. Before she blacked out.

She had to find out what was going on!

She slowly got out of bed, trying not to strain her legs too much. She went to one of two doors in the room and opened it.

It was a bathroom, just like any other bathroom. There was a bathtub, a shower and a sink with a mirror.

With bated breath, she approached the mirror and saw a face she hasn't seen in years.

It was beyond doubt her face from before she died. Her face was round and sleek. Her skin was a dark shade of beige. Her eyes and hair colour were the only things unchanged.

Running her hands through her hair, Velvet realized none of this was a dream. This was very much, very real. By some twist of fate. Velvet was back to her old, human self.

So she did what anyone would do in this situation.

She screamed hysterically.

She ran out of the bathroom and used the second door. This door led her to a hallway with 2 doors left and right. She saw a staircase at the end. Before she could get there, the first door on the left burst open. Out comes the same St Bernard she saw before passing out.

The dog and Velvet looked at each other like 2 deer caught in the light. The dog walked to her. Velvet froze and became a statue as the dog sniffed her around her feet. After a few sniffs, the dog sat down. It tilted its head at her.

Velvet did not know what to do. For all her experience from the past 20 years, she'd never had to deal with this! Trying to stay calm, she slowly walked around the dog. The St Benard did nothing but sit and watch her every step. When Velvet was around the dog, she tiptoed towards the staircase. She REALLY didn't want the dog to chase her and alert anyone. As for the dog, the dog stood up and casually followed her.

Velvet tried to shoo it away, but it was futile. St Bernards were not only known to grow up to the size of a full-grown adult but also quite stubborn. When Velvet reached the staircase, she looked down the stairs and saw a door.

She grabbed the railing next to the stairs for balance. She slowly eased her foot on the first step...

And slipped. She screamed and cursed as she fell down the stair.

'F*ck! F*cking c*ck sucking f*ck! F*ck f*ckity f*ck f*ck f*ck!'.

When she finally reached the end of the stairs, she thought she was in pain before. Now she felt like she just got beat up.

'Everything... hurts... So bad'.

'Oh my god!'.

Velvet looked up and saw the same man from before. Now he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. All of which showed he had big muscles.

The man kneeled down and asked 'Are you okay?'.

Velvet responded deadpan 'Yes, I just LOVE falling down the stairs'.

The man sighed and said 'Okay, dumb question'. He gently pulled Velvet up and put her arm over his shoulder. 'Let's get you on the couch'. He half carried her to a couch and sat her down. The man said 'Lion!' at which the St Bernard walked down the stairs to the man. The man said 'Box' at which the dog immediately went to god knows where. The dog came back with a rope in its mouth dragging a red box.

The man took the red box, petted the dog and said 'Good boy'. The dog barked and sat down. The man opened the box and pulled out a bottle of iodine.

'I'm gonna remove the bandaids and add some iodine on your wounds' said the man. Velvet replied 'How do I know you're not a pervert?'.

The man showed his hand which had a golden ring on his ring finger. 'I'm married. Plus I carried you through the forest all the way here and patched you up. So you can trust me'.

Velvet tried to spot any deceit on the man's face but found none. And, since she was out of energy due to the pain she relaxed. 'Alright. Go ahead'.

The man nodded in gratitude and went to work. He carefully removed the mutiple bandaids and applied iodine to her multiple cuts and wounds. It stung, but Velvet had worse. That's what Velvet tried to convince herself of. Yet the pain she felt now, felt extra. Maybe it's the fact she's human again? Speaking of which...

Velvet said 'Um, Mr...'. The man finished with 'Pierre. Robert Pierre'. 'Right, Pierre. Where am I?'. 'You're in my house'. 'No, I mean... Where in the country?'.

Pierre raised an eyebrow at the odd question. But he shrugged his shoulder and answered 'Oh, just outside of Quebec City'.

Velvet shot out of the couch and yelled 'WHAT!?!'.

(Vox Inc, Head office)

Vox was in his office, looking through some designs. At least to say, it was disappointing.

'Boring. Lame. Not good enough. Been done. Too Sir Pentious'.

All of a sudden, his phone started to ring. Vox groaned and picked it up.

'What?! Oh hey, Val, where the hell have you been? Mhm, Mhm. Stolas, huh? You don't say? I-'.

Vox dropped everything as he was stupified by what he just heard.

'HE TELEPORTED WHO TO WHERE?!?'.

<---To Be Continued

Chapter Text

(Cum-on In Inn, an hour ago)

The Cum-on In Inn, compared to other establishments in Imp City, is one of the more refined in Imp City. Run by imps from the Lust ring, it's a medieval-themed bar/brothel. Lit torches on the wall, animal skin rugs on the floor, a big hearth in the middle for chicken roasting. It really brought that "Dark Age" atmosphere. Couple that with beautiful free-use waitresses/ wearing accommodating uniforms and you're guaranteed a wonderful time.

The inn's motto was: "Have one leg in one hand, and a breast in the other".

Since it was part of Valentino's brothel network, no one batted an eye when Valentino walked in and booked a room. Nor when a succubus (Stella in magical disguise) came in and booked the same room.

After another night of hot, steamy sex, both Valentino and Stella were laying in bed next to each other. Various bitemarks, scratches and hickeys decorated their exhausted bodies from head to toe. Both of them could've been confused for war veterans had it not been for the smell.

Valentino was laying with his upper hands behind his head and lighting a cigarette with his lower hands. With a smug grin on his face, he said 'You are welcome'.

As Stella guessed correctly, her outfit had been erotically ripped to shreds. The upper part was just ruined and her panties somehow got on the ceiling. But she doesn't care. She's just glad she got hers.

'Just give me a cigarette' she said. Valentino shrugged his shoulders and handed her another cigarette. After letting Valentino lit it up, Stella gave it a good pull. It wasn't the first time she smoked. Occasionally, she smoked herbs straight from Stolas' garden from a pipe. Like a proper lady should. To smoke an ordinary cigarette, felt significantly mundane.

'Tch, it tastes dull. Don't you lace with it your drugs?' Stella asked.

Valentino replied 'If I laced it with ANYTHING from my collection, you would know. I know Stolas' craft of herbs. He could've put me out of business if he made an effort to make it a trade in Pentagram City'.

Stella put on a robe for more modesty. 'That's one thing we can agree on'. She put on her magical disguise and turned to leave.

Valentino cleared his throat. Stella rolled her eyes. 'What?'. Valentino cheekily tapped his own cheek and asked 'Not gonna gimme a kiss before you leave?'.

'I'd rather kiss an imp's dick'.

'Seems to run in the family, huh?'.

This remark earned Valentino a pillow in the face.

All of a sudden, Stella's phone started to ring. Stella picks it up. 'Stella Goetia. Oh, Stolas, what is it? Who? Since when? What?! What do you mean, by "bodyguard"? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S "teleported"?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?!'.

Stella stomped her talons indignantly. Muttering curses on her breath. She answered 'I'm coming home and there better be better news than this!'. She hung up.

Valentino propped his upper elbow. He had a look of understanding and resignation. 'Alright, what did Stolas do THIS time?'.

Stella turned around, surprised at this concern. Her surprise gave way to frustration. 'Apparently, Stolas made the brilliant idea of making some idiot overlord my daughter's bodyguard-slash-friend without my knowledge or consent, YESTERDAY! And thanks to his imp f*cktoy, that overlord is teleported to who the F*CK knows where! Now I have to go clean this mess before Stolas f*cks it up more!'. On that note, Stella left. Leaving Valentino to his thoughts.

Valentino thought what Stella told him over. As far as he knew, none of the overlords in his corner were exactly buddies with Stolas. Stolas made it clear he wanted nothing to do with any overlord. ESPECIALLY after his fling with Valentino, but no one knew of that.

What kinda overlord did Stolas think, would be an excellent bodyguard/friend for his daughter?

The only person Valentino could think of would be Velvet.

...

...

...

Wait.

Valentino picked up his phone from the nightstand and checked his messages. He saw one from Velvet at 09:30 that she was gone for the day.

He said 'It's just a coincidence, that's all' as he called Velvet's number. With a small but increasing fear, he waited for Velvet to answer.

'Pick it up, c'mon, pick it up'. One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

Velvet always answered before the first ring!

He then heard a Click! which calmed his nerves. 'Velvet, PLEASE tell you're with Vox or some-'.

'The number you have dialled is not reachable. Try again later'. Click!

Valentino looked at his phone with wide eyes. His core was filled with intense dread.

'F*ck!'.

<---- To Be Continued

Chapter Text

(Pierre Estate, Outside of Quebec City)

Velvet was sitting on Robert's couch. Bandaids covered her bare arms and legs. Her dress had been ruined so severely that Robert had to throw it away. As an apology, Robert had given her a set of spare clothing. Red sweatpants, black sneakers and a black t-shirt with the symbol of a broken heart on it. Along with a black bodywarmer. It did little to console Velvet. That dress was her favourite outfit since day 1!

But, she had bigger worries.

Like the fact, she's back in the living world.

Not just anywhere in the living world, but right outside her hometown.

A shit-ton of questions boggled her brain. How did she get here? Why here of all places? But most importantly, how the hell is she supposed to get home!?

She tried contacting anyone in hell with her phone, but her phone was broken. Probably when she fell down that hill.

Just her f*cking luck.

She pulled her pigtails in frustration. 'Aagh, f*ck! Of course, this sh*t happens! Just when things got a little bit better, life just threw a curveball at me! This is some-'.

The dog, who goes by Lion, walked over to her and laid his head on the couch next to Velvet. The overlord and the dog locked eyes with each other.

Velvet sighed and petted Lion. The Saint Bernard nuzzled into her hand. It almost reminded her of Vark.

'I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to put up with me. I... I just wanna go home' Velvet said. She added 'I have to!' determined.

She stood up from the couch and proclaimed 'I am an overlord, goddamnit! I'll find a way to go to hell, even if it's the last thing I'll do!'.

Lion barked as if he understood.

Velvet pondered 'But how do I do it?' as she sat on the couch again. 'My phone's busted so I can't call anyone. They probably don't use hellphones on Earth, much less know how to fix 'em. Maybe I should look for a cult of Satanists. They probably have them here, right?'.

Robert entered the room, carrying a plate with a sandwich. He offered the plate to Velvet. 'Here. It would help if you're hungry'.

Velvet's eyes widened and her stomach rumbled. Automatically she took the plate. 'I am, thanks'.

'No problem. If you want, I can take you to the police department in Quebec City so they can help you to get home'.

Velvet doubted that, but it was a good start. Not to mention she was curious to see how much things have changed in the world. 'I'd like that'.

Robert answered 'Great. Bon appetit'. And then he left.

Velvet looked at the sandwich inquiring. It was a simple peanut-butter jelly sandwich made with multigrain bread. The various seeds went along the dark crusts. The purple jelly and orange peanut butter lay together between the buns, their colours and textures a clear contrast.

Velvet had peanut butter sandwiches before but this one looked so... alien. So unfamiliar. She almost didn't want to eat it. But her stomach grumbled more.

'Okay, fine!' Velvet said and took a bite.

The first bite rekindled flavours she had long forgotten. The crunchy bread, the sweet jelly, the salty peanut butter. She tore a piece off and chew. She chewed slowly as she had an epiphany.

She had completely forgotten the taste. She had been dead for over 20 years and could have not recalled this taste until now.

After she swallowed she took in a sharp breath. She was NOT gonna cry over a goddamn sandwich. She wasn't!

She took another bite. And another. Each time, she savoured it. It was the first thing she has tasted since her death. She better make it count.

(Quebec City, 10 minutes later)

Robert gave Velvet a ride through the city in his Ford. As Robert was behind the wheel, Velvet stuck her head out the window. Taking in the scenery.

It was absolutely surreal. Everywhere along the way, she recognized a certain street or building which had been completely renewed or replaced.

The toy store she frequently visited when she was 9? It was now bigger, brighter and more modern, with neon lights!

Her favourite playground? It has become a skatepark. Teenagers just hung around in their own cliques. Either on their phone or talking to each other.

That one statue of some famous person? That... was still there.

Simply put, a LOT has changed. Velvet could not even begin to how to feel about all this.

Until they drove around the corner and went past a building she recognized immediately.

Quebec Highschool.

The mere sight of it made Velvet's stomach clench. Robert sensed her unease and asked 'You okay?'.

Velvet said 'Yeah. Just... bad memories around here'.

Bad, was the understatement of the year. But that's a story for another time.

Robert parked the car near a building that looked like a police station. Robert pointed to the building and said 'If you go to the office, they'll help you out.

Velvet thought that name sounded familiar but she paid no mind. She stepped out of the car. She turned to Robert and said 'Thank you, Robert. You've... been a great help'.

Robert flashed her warm smile and said 'Hey, no problem. We people need to look out for each other. Take care of yourself, alright?'. And with that, Robert drove off.

Velvet took in a deep breath and entered the building.

What she didn't know was that she was being watched from across the street by a punk in a double-breasted jacket. The young man dropped his drink in shock before he ran off into a direction.

Chapter Text

(Quebec City Police Service, Quebec City)

Velvet walked through the police department with no real goal in mind. The only thing on her mind was how to find a way home.

So far, she had no idea. She couldn't think of a way to get to hell without raising suspicion or causing panic. For all she knew, there could be crazy people who'd strap her to a table and dissect her!

Okay, she had that from a movie she saw once but that was with aliens. In her case, some guy would perform an exorcise. Sending her "back to the hell pit whence she came"-

She stopped in place and facepalmed. Duh! An exorcise! That's it!

Lucifer himself had confirmed that demonic possession in the living world had happened before. Multiple times in fact. Just not like in the movies. Usually, it was to use humans as a 'line' to send messages to cultists/followers. This led to sudden disappearances, bloody sacrifices, and the invention of the luge.

Yes, a possessed human dressed up like a sperm, shoved an ice skate in their ass and went balls-first down an ice shoot. And they made it a sport.

We're moving on!

In turn, humans performed rituals to 'cut the line' and it actually worked. So perhaps, if Velvet could find an exorcist then maybe...

Before she could go further, she heard a conversation between two officers.

One officer, a gruff man with a moustache who was smoking a cigarette asked the other 'Demons? Really?'. The other, a much younger man holding a coffee mug shrugged his shoulders and responded 'Yeah. First Area 51 runners and now this'.

Velvet budged in between the officers. 'I'm sorry, but I just overheard your conversation and what was that about demons?'.

The two officers looked at each other. The man with the cigarette answered 'Apparently some agency looking for "demon activity" is making their case tonight on TV. They said they have 'evidence'. The man with the coffee mug swished his mug and said 'No doubt photoshopped' before sipping.

Velvet tilted her head. 'Really? And where would that be?'.

The man with the cigarette narrowed his eyes in suspicion and took his cigarette out of his mouth. 'You seem REALLY curious about this'.

Velvet quickly said 'Of course I am!' She twiddled her hands trying to think of something. 'I'm... a blogger!'.

The man with the cigarette asked 'What's it called?'.

Without a beat Velvet said 'Stylish Occult'.

The man with the mug said 'Huh. That's a good title'.

The man with the cigarette muttered 'Yeah'. He continued 'It'll be at noon at Diamonds film studios'.

'Golly, thanks, officer! Have a nice day!'. Velvet turned around and was about to leave before the man with the mug said:

'Hey isn't that where they air the Stevonnie show?'.

Velvet felt her mind turn to ice as she heard that name. She slowly and creepily turned around, facing the two officers with a forced smile. 'The what now?'.

The man with the mug uncomfortably answered 'The... Stevonnie show? With Stevonnie Bricks?'.

Velvet blinked. Her forced smile broke, while she looked at the floor without any emotion. She exaggeratedly dragged her hands over her face before she started to laugh unsettling. She wagged her finger at the officer scoldingly. 'That's a good one!'. She continued to laugh as she grabbed her broken phone, smashed it on the ground and said 'SHE LIVES!'.

The man with the cigarette asked 'M'am, are you alright?'.

Velvet became emotionless once, before coldly replying 'No. But I'm working on it'.  And then she left.

The two officers looked on. The man with the mug awkwardly sipped from his cup saying 'Well then. That happened. What do you think, Rex?'.

Rex, without any change in expression, said 'Don't tell me, Bill, this girl has some big beef with Stevonnie Bricks'.

'Yup'.

'Chances of murder high?'.

'Most likely'.

Rex took his cigarette out, looked at Bill and said 'Get the car'.

Bill and Rex walked off to do just that. Because Rex was very correct.

Velvet stomped out of the police building. She felt her whole mind and body fuming with indignation, rage and determination. Her plan of getting home was completely flipped sideways and replaced with a much better one.

Find Stevonnie Bricks

Why you may ask?

Well, let us rewind back to that faithful day. September the 18th, 2000...

(Quebec Highschool, September the 18th, 2000)

At Quebec Highschool, Violet Stiles had a reputation.

She was cheerful, goofy, and stopped at nothing to brighten your day.

She could get along with everyone she meets and never hesitated to help people smile.

She always dressed in bright colourful dresses and painted her signature pigtails hair slightly red.

She also was head over heels for Connor Zackerfil, a classmate who was a well-known charity worker at the school. This 'puppy love' was a juicy topic of gossip among the students. After all, Violet and Connor knew each other since kindergarten. Practically joined at the hip. Outside speculations of whether the class clown and the popular kid would be a couple, had always been up to chance and never confirmed. Until today.

Violet was walking through the school hall, her usually boundless energy dimmed by sheer nervousness. In her arms, she carried a pink plastic bag containing valuable assets to her plan. After all this time she felt she finally had the courage to go and ask Connor out. Yes, a girl asking a guy out may seem unconventional but she didn't care. She felt that, in her heart, it would soon be worth it.

Up ahead, she saw him. Connor by his locker.

His black curly hair, his pink baseball jacket and that small innocent smile made her heart flutter and her head go swoony. But she shook it off. She can ogle at him later.

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She tiptoed behind him and covered his eyes with his hands. 'Guess who?'.

Connor, caught off guard, answered 'Violet?'.

'That's the one!'.

Connor turned around, smiling. 'Um, hey Violet. How are you?'.

Automatically, Violet's energy was back at it. 'Oh, I'm feeling great! In fact...'.

Violet presented the pink plastic bag to him. 'I got you something VERY special!'.

Violet dug around in the bag, not noticing that Connor was a bit uneasy, or that some people were taking notice of this exchange. Connor even said 'Violet, can we do this later-'.

'Ta-daaa!'. Violet pulled out a small, red, heart-shaped box.

'Violet, what-'. 'It's a chocolate box from that store 'Sweets for Sweets'! It even has your favourites!'. She opened the box, presenting small chocolates in sorts of shapes. 'See, this one has nougat and this has cream and this one-'.

'Violet!' Connor said sternly and out loud. At that, Violet got quiet. In fact, the whole hallway got quiet.

Violet stammered 'W-what's wrong? W-were they, not your favourites? I could've sworn you bought an entire box-'.

Connor's face slowly darkened. 'Have you seen me buy it?'.

The way Connor looked at Violet made her feel small. Cornered, even. 'L-last week? And... the week before that. And the week before that'.

'Violet, that was part of my charity work. Have you been stalking me?!'.

'N-No! I just... happened to have seen it. And what does it matter? We've been friends since kindergarten! Can't I just notice this kinda stuff?'.

Connor frowned at her. 'Really? This'. He pointed at the chocolate box. 'Doesn't seem like a 'friend' thing'.

This accusation made something snap within Violet, causing her to yell:

'WELL, THAT'S BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, DUMBASS!'. She immediately covered her mouth. She just cursed! Out loud!

Where did that come from?

Before things got worse, a new voice chimed in. 'Connor?'. Violet turned around and saw a girl she never had seen before.

Tall, athletic, slightly brown skin, and black bushy hair all the way to her waist. Wearing a loose shirt over another shirt, and kaki shorts? WHO DOES THAT!?

Violet looked between this intruder and Connor before asking 'Who the heck is this?!'.

Connor sighed. 'Violet, this is Stevonnie Bricks. We work together at charity'.

Stevonnie rubbed her neck uneasily and asked 'Do you two need a moment?'.

Connor looked at Violet, turned away from her and said 'No, we don't. We're done. Let's go'. And then he just walked off.

All Violet could say was 'What!? Connor, haven't you heard what I said?!'.

Connor coldly answered 'Yes, I did. And... it just can't work'.

Violet's heart took a sharp sting. What does he mean by that?

'But why?'.

Connor didn't look her in the eye, but when he did...

'You just won't grow up'.

Crack!

That, was the sound of her heart breaking into two.

It shook Violet to her core. 'Wh- what do you mean by that?'.

Connor scoffed. 'Are you kidding? Even NOW you can't see it! It's always about you! Always going on about how "people should smile more!". You're just making a idiot out of yourself!'.

Stevonnie stood between Violet and Connor. 'Dude, chill! You're making a scene!'.

Connor pointed at Violet accusingly. 'Not until she gets it through her thick skull that being a naive moron will never get her far. Ask her dad'.

Violet couldn't take it anymore. All this betrayal was just... too much. She didn't even get to know her dad! So she dropped everything and just ran away. She couldm't hear Stevonnie calling out to her. She couldn't register the rain on her skin as she ran outside. And she coul not see the speeding truck coming her way before she got engulfed with light...

And then...

Blackout.

(Present)

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story. That's how Violet died, and Velvet was born. It's why Velvet always got triggered when her maturity was questioned. It's why Velvet envied Charlie and Octavia's friendship. It's why sometimes, she doubted herself to be cut for the overlords life. It's why she was so focused on keeping up with the trends. It's probably what draw Velvet so close to Vox in the first place.

It all reminded her too much of what she never had. Of the pain that figuratively and literally killed her.

It's also why she's so driven to find Stevonnie Bricks. She was the only one that could help Velvet close off her... previous life so to speak.

As for the unlucky son of a b*tch that dared to break her heart, he'll get what he fucking deserves

<----To Be Continued

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(Quebec City, Some Random Cafe)

At some random cafe, a man dressed like a gentleman in a red tailored suit was enjoying his strawberry cake. He has no name, just his codename. Phantom.

This codename was from when he was a spy during WWII. Before the German oppressors caught and executed him, he killed 5 nazis in a room. With a kitchen knife. He had no regrets about what he did for his country. So when he awakened in hell, he resigned to his fate. Starting by killing the same 5 nazis again. Just to be sure.

After 40 years of living in hell, he was approached by a family of high-ranking regents who recognized his skills in spy work. And before he knew it, he became their spy and was back in the living world. Stationed in Quebec City, Canada.

It wasn't Paris, nor was it the same world as 1944. It was one thing to hear about the great changes in the living world from rumours in the streets and bartender stories. It's a whole other story to see it with his own eyes. The wars that continued and ended, the families that are made and undone. Rights given and taken. Possibilities are being explored and proven unlikely. It's a curse and a blessing to witness this circle. Even when he no longer holds weight in this world.

And whether the world has changed for the better or not, he still can't say. You know the saying, God has a plan for everyone.

If that plan involves Phantom eating this delicious strawberry cake in peace, he'll gladly follow.

His moment of peace and quiet came to an end when his partner burst through the door. The punk nearly knocked a waiter over as he ran to Phantom, looking like he saw a ghost.

'Phantom, Phantom, Phantom! We got a problem, a big f*cking problem!'.

Phantom simply took a bite of his strawberry cake before saying 'Ranger, sit. And watch your language'.

Ranger sat down. Phantom pushed a glass of water to him, which Ranger took and drank.

'So, Ranger. What happened? Is it the girl from the flowershop?'.

Ranger's cheeks became pink with embarrassment and something else. 'N- no. Not that'. Ranger shook it off and said 'I saw Violet Stiles!'.

This stopped Phantom mid-bite. He looked at Ranger like he just said "The moon is made of cheese". 'You... saw her?'. 'Yes!'. 'And you're confident about that?'.

'Look I know it sounds crazy, but it's her! I sensed it! Like... you know' Ranger said before tapping his own nose.

Ranger was referring to his impressive sense of smell. For whatever reason, Ranger could smell like a bloodhound. Making him the ideal tracker and teammate for Phantom. And in the 20 years, Phantom worked with Ranger, Rangers nose never lied.

Phantom fiddled with his fork. 'Hmm, peculiar. Do you still have her scent?'. 'Always'.

The spy stood up. 'Very well. We must investigate this at once. But first'. Phantom raised his hand and said 'Check please'.

(Meanwhile, in the same area)

In a temporary (rented) base of operation, two people dressed in black suits with identical black glasses were preparing for their big debut. Tonight, they're making a case for their operation!

One of the agents, a man with short brown hair, lays a duffel bag on a table. 'Alright agent Two. Let's go through this one more time. What are our names?'.

His colleague, a dark-skinned woman with short, curly light blonde hair, responds 'It's classified information. We are designated as agents One and Two'.

'And what did we come to do here?'.

'To show seek the truth, so there will be no more lies'.

'DAMN RIGHT!' agent One said with resolve. 'And what do we have?!'.

'FOOTAGE!' agent Two said as she held up a bunch of tapes and dunked them in the duffel bag.

'WHAT KIND'A FOOTAGE!?' agent One nearly screamed.

'DEMON FOOTAGE!'.

'WHY?!'.

Out of nowhere, agent Two pulls out a katana and cut a nearby house plant in half. 'BECAUSE WE'RE F*CKIN' D.H.O.R.K.S.'

Agent One yelled 'F*CK YEAH!!!', before they high-fived. Agent One then said 'Alright. That's pretty good. And of course...'.

Agent One pulled out a briefcase and laid it on the table. He put in the combination to open it. Revealing a strange device. 'This'.

Agent Two said 'Alright!' enthusiastically. Before asking 'What is this?'.

'A Demon Indication Calculus Kernel. Capable of sensing demonic energy. If this doesn't prove the existence of demons... We're pretty much fired'.

Agent One closed the briefcase and took it in hand. Agent Two zipped up the duffel bag and carried it over her shoulder.

The two agents left their base, heading for Diamonds film Studios.

----->To Be Continued

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(Diamond Film Studios)

It took a lot of walking, and a lot of turns but Velvet finally reached it. She was on the doorstep of Diamond Film Studios.

It was a cluster of medium-sized buildings put together. On the main building, the name was shown in golden letters, with a pink diamond on the i's. Guess they really went with the diamond thing. Velvet went inside the main building through a revolving door into a hall.

All sorts of people were walking in all directions. Actors, movers, technicians, reporters. It felt like Vox Inc.

Now, where to find the Stevonnie Bricks show?

An intercom voice suddenly rang out. 'Attention please, the Stevonnie Bricks goes on air at studio #5 in 5 minutes. I repeat: the Stevonnie Bricks goes on air at studio #5 in 5 minutes'.

Studio 5 it is. She followed a bunch of arrows hung on the ceiling till she saw a door with 'Studio #5' above it. She walked in, and she had the most significant case of deja vu.

A studio audience, a camera crew, and a newsdesk setup similar to 666 News Studio.

She saw a glimpse of long black hair behind the setup. She had to get backstage! She saw big security guards walking around. She can't get around that without causing a scene,

She looked up, seeing rafters and catwalks above the stage. Perhaps...

She looked around and saw a ladder going up. As inconspicuously as she could, she climbed up the ladder and got on a catwalk. She tiptoed over the catwalk and got right above the setup. And not a second sooner.

A voice announced 'Live, from the Diamond Film Studios in Quebec City, Welcome to... The Stevonnie Bricks Show! And here's your host, Stevonnie Bricks!'.

The crowd applauded and cheered as Stevonnie walked in. Not changed a bit. She was just taller than the last time Velvet saw her. And she was wearing a dark blue blouse and leather pants.  Velvet won't lie, it looked good on. Way better than whatever the hell the shirt over another shirt was.

'Good morning Quebec! How are we feeling?' Stevonnie asked the audience while flashing a smile, as she sat behind her desk. The crowd responded by cheering again.

'Great, awesome! Let's get right to it. In today's episode, we have special guests who have come here to make their case for 'Demonic activity'. Please welcome, agents One and Two'.

The crowd applauded as two agents came in. One was carrying a briefcase and the other a duffel bag. The two agents shook hands with Stevonnie before they both sat down. Saying nothing.

Stevonnie said 'First of all, welcome to the show! Hopefully, the trip wasn't much of a hassle'.

The agent with the duffel bag, agent Two, answered 'It was alright'.

'Good, good. Now. Tell us about your work. Do you really go out there to capture demons and aliens?'. The audience laughed at Stevonnie's joke. Agent One pushed his glasses up anime-style and said 'Aliens are for W.E.E.B.S. And we do more than that' and signalled his colleague. Agent Two nodded and zipped the duffel bag open. She pulled out a videotape and gave it to Stevonnie. 'Play this and find out'.

Stevonnie looked at the tape before grabbing it and handing it to a stage helper. The stage helper insert it into a video player which played footage onto a monitor.

The footage shocked the audience, Stevonnie and Velvet:

• A kaiju-sized fish monster being dissected at a beach
• A shootout at an opera between imps and what seems to be... a baby, and two lambs with halos
• An assassination attempt by the same imps being thwarted by one of their own
• And finally, one of the imps tries to sneak onto a ranch. In their hands, he has a bubble and a familiar book...

The same book that imp threw at Velvet before she woke up in the forest! That son-of-a bitch!

Stevonnie asked 'Are... those actually-?'.

'Demons? Yes' agent Two cut her off before addressing the audience. 'For the past half year, these demons have killed specifically targeted people. Attacking at random, all over the U.S.A. Causing mayhem, destruction and endless death. All begging the question: Why?'.

Agent One put his briefcase on the table. 'Our organization is just one part of a great-scale operation. To find out the unknown, and to keep it out of our world'. As agent One opened the briefcase, dramatic steam came out of it, as he pulled a strange machine.

A small, cube-shaped device. On one side, a small lever. On the other side a dial. On top, is a compass arrow. At the front, there's a symbol of a devil's face. At the back, a monitor with a keyboard.

'We, are the D.H.O.R.K.S. And this, is the Demon Indication Calculus Kernel. A.k.a... the D.I.C.K!'.

It was dead silent.

Till the entire studio erupted with laughter.

The cameramen, the audience, Stevonnie, and the security. They all laughed.

Velvet rolled her eyes. Val wrote porn titles better than this.

But to their credit, the agents did not waver. Agent One flipped the switch, turning the machine on. He turned the dial, which amplified the range. After typing the necessary command, agent One pressed enter. At this, the arrow began to spin. And spin, and spin, and spin...

Till it stopped and pointed up.

The two agents looked up and spotted Velvet. Agent Two pulled out a handgun at shot at Velvet. Velvet narrowly dodged it, causing her to lose her footing and fall off the catwalk. Onto the set.

The entire studio was dead quiet, again.

Velvet got up, groaning in pain. She cracked her back. 'F*ck, that's gonna hurt tommorow'.

She looked around and saw the two agents aiming their guns at her. 'Ah f*-'.

<----To Be Continued

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Agent One yelled 'Freeze, demon!' as he pointed his gun at Velvet. Agent Two added 'You're under arrest!'.

Velvet asked 'For what?!'.

Agent One answered 'Demon activity!'.

Velvet refuted 'Who says I'm a demon? Are you saying I look like a demon?'.

Agent Two replied 'No, but the D.I.C.K. says otherwise!'. Agent One agreed with 'Yeah!'.

Velvet wanted to retort how wrong that sounded. But she realized that a whole audience was watching this. And given this show was live, the whole world could be watching.

Unless she wanted the government or god-forbid Heaven on her plate, she had to think of something. And think of something, she did.

Velvet channelled her inner drama queen. She said 'Curses!' to the she fell to her knees. 'You actually caught me! Out of all people, these two have seen through my disguise!'.

The agents looked at each other surprised. Agent Two said 'Sh*t, did we?'.

'Yes! I'm not an actual girl. I am...'. Velvet dramatically turned to the camera and said 'The Ghost of Violet Stiles!'.

Twideneddience gasped, Stevonnie's eyes widen in shock and the agents were confused. 'Who?'.

Velvet continued. '20 years years ago, my best friend betrayed me, resulting in my untimely death! I have roamed the mortal plane as a restless spectre, fueled by heartache and given flesh by dark forces! They are not spectral! They are very real! And if Connor Zackerfield does not come forward to release me of my unrest, they will corrupt me into a servant of the dark lord himself!'. Velvet howled like a wolf before adding 'Help me!'.

(Meanwhile)

At home, Beer was watching the Stevonnie Show with a bowl of popcorn as this episode got more interesting!

'Ohhh, this is getting good' he said before munching on some popcorn.

(The Stevonnie Show)

The audience murmured among themselves whether this was all staged or not. Meaning Velvet's plan worked. Now she had to get out of here! 'Now, I must go and find-'.

And then her plan backfired when an audience member pointed somewhere and yelled 'THERE HE IS!'. Velvet looked and froze.

Because standing by the door, was a man with curly black hair, that same pink baseball jacket and looking like a deer caught in the headlight.

Connor motherf*cking Zackerfield.

There was a hatred and rage Velvet never felt before. The pain he caused her, that had haunted her, all came back to her tenfold. And it all said one thing only: REVENGE! Without thinking, she summoned a vine, threw it at him, and hooked it around his ankle.

'GET OVER HERE!'.

Velvet pulled him in. Hard.

Connor flew through the air, to the stage. The agents moved out of the way, as Connor hit the wall with a Crack! He slid off the wall like a cartoon character, groaning in pain.

Connor looked up and saw the definition of insanity.

Velvet was stalking towards him, smiling like a maniac with white-hot rage in her eyes. 'Hello, Connor. Long time no see'.

Connor crawled back till he hit the wall. 'W-what do you want from me?!'.

Velvet shook her head. 'Connor, Connor, Connor' she said as she stepped towards him. 'Surely, you recognise me? I know this...'. She motioned to herself. 'is a far cry from who I was. Brightly, smiley' she said cheerfully. Then she added 'Stupid' venomously, narrowing her eyes at that last part. She looked to the side. 'Maybe it was a bit over the top, but I always thought it was worth it. That you were worth it. My mom DID always say that the happiest people are those who make others happy'. She shrugged her shoulders. 'Oh well. Can't win 'em all'. She noticed one of the agents had dropped their guns. She picked it up. She juggled it from hand to hand.

'You know, I never really was a gun person. They're always so loud, and expensive. And it's always the same. You aim, pull the trigger, reload, and repeat. Boring as f*ck. Now, if ya use a knife or a sword, you can get creative. You can throw it, spin it, use it to defend or attack, and sometimes both. The way you use, it all reflects who you are. Whether you make it quick and painless or slow and full of pain'.

She held her chin in thought. 'Now, what was the last thing you said to me? That I should get it through my thick skull that being a naive moron won't get me far. That's what you said right?'. She saw Connor's eyes widen. Maybe it was a shock. Maybe it was a realization. Oh, she wished she had a camera because it was perfect. She aimed the gun at Connor's head.

'Well from one sinner to another: Your turn in 3, 2, 1-'.

Stevonnie shouted 'WAIT!!!'. Velvet groaned. 'If you're cutting to commercial, I'll still kill him you know. It'll make great meme material'.

Stevonnie approached Velvet like she was approaching a deadly animal. Not inaccurate. 'Please, just put the gun down! No needs to get hurt!'.

Velvet flared in rage. 'You of all people, have the f*cking nerve to tell me that?! That I should spare him!? He is a liar, a thief, a scumbag! A f*cking hypocrite for everything he was to me! For what he said to me! For 4 years, I had him haunting me in my nightmares! For a decade I tried to forget him, and for 20 years I tried to bury my past, and never relive it again! But fate's NEVER kind, huh?'. Velvet jammed the gun onto Connor's head. 'Maybe I should bury him instead. Give him an open casket for his funeral!'.

Stevonnie said 'Violet you can't!'. Velvet asked 'Why not!?'.

The answer Stevonnie gave, was unforeseen.

'He's your brother!'.

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Velvet, mentally clotheslined, could only say 'What?'.

The agents, who were nowhere trained for this, said 'What?'.

Beer, totally pulled in by this episode, said 'What?!' in high-pitch.

Ranger and Phantom were watching all this from a control room after sneaking into the film studios. Phantom said nothing, while Ranger said 'Damn'.

That one audience member who called Connor out said 'Well, that makes sense!'.

Rex, who along with Bill busted into the studio, guns out, only said 'Called it'.

<----To Be Continued

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Out of all the reasons that could've been given, not to kill Connor right here and now, this one astonished Velvet. So much so, she had utterly lost her killing intent. She retorted to this claim like any rational person would.

'That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard...'. She jammed the gun back onto Connor's head. 'Anyway, time to die'.

Rex and Bill pulled out their revolvers and aimed at Velvet. Bill yelled 'Put down the gun!'.
Velvet said 'Oh, it's you two! Hi!' before she waved at the two officers.
Rex warned 'Drop the gun and put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest'.

Agent Two protested. 'Hey, WE arrested her first!'. Agent One said 'Yeah, this is our catch!'. Agent One aimed his gun at Velvet. 'Surrender now demon, or I'll shoot!'.
Velvet laughed. 'Hah! And then what? You're gonna stuff me in a white van and torture me in some building for answers?'.
Agent Two answered 'Our van is actually black but yes'.

Rex said 'No one is going anywhere'. He aimed his gun at Agent One. 'You are next for carrying an unlicensed firearm'.
Agent Two pulls out a katana and gets in front of his colleague. Pointing her blade at Rex. 'Like hell he is!'.
Bill aims his gun at Agent Two. 'Who are you guys, the Men in Black?!'.
Confident, Agent Two said 'No! Those are W.E.E.B.S! We're the D.H.O.R.K.S!'.
Rex raised an eyebrow and chuckled. 'What's the difference?'.
Bill asked Rex 'You're making jokes now?' incredulously.
Rex seriously answered 'I use comedy as a coping mechanism and I have a sword pointed at me. So yes, I'm making jokes'.

Velvet budded in. 'To be fair, I would've done the same'.
Bill yelled 'You're not involved in this!'. 'I feel pretty involved!'.

Stevonnie, trying the diffuse the situation, yelled out 'Everyone, just calm down! Violet, please. Put the gun down and we can talk this out!'.

Velvet was getting annoyed now. 'No! The only one I'm putting down is this son-of-a-bitch'. 'But he's your brother!'.

Scratch that. Velvet's pissed. 'Stop! I did NOT come back from the dead to let you pull that crap on me! I have been lied to before, but that right there? That is some fanfiction bullsh*t!'.

Stevonnie stood her ground. 'It's the truth! Connor, tell her!'.

Velvet glanced at Connor, who was cowering beneath her. 'Tell me... what?' she thought to herself.

Connor looked sideways, like he really, REALLY didn't want to be here. 'Stevonnie, you can't be taking her seriously, right? She's just some crazy woman!'.

'Connor, just tell her!'. 'What does it matter, anyway?! It... it happened a long time ago...'.

Velvet was looking between Connor and Stevonnie in ridicule. What the hell is going on?! Do they know something? She jammed her gun onto Connor's head. 'What the f*ck are you playing at?! Is this a trick? Another lie?!? You better f*cking tell me or I swear I'll-'.

Connor yelled out 'It's true!'. It echoed throughout the studio. The agents and the two police officers lowered their weapons and tried to process what the hell is happening right now.

Velvet took a few shuddering steps back, completely off her centre. 'Wh- what?'.

Connor continued to speak, looking into the distance with a sorrowful look in his eyes. 'The day before the accident, I... I got a note. It had a 99% positive DNA test between me and my... Violets mother. I thought it was a sick joke, but after asking around it turned out to be legitimate. My dad was out on a family visit so I couldn't ask him. I, I was so confused. The next day Vi came to me, and... I... I...'.

Velvet saw little droplets appear on Connor's pants. Not just any droplets. Teardrops.

Connor Zackerfield, the man with that angry face that had haunted Velvet for so long...  was crying.

'I got angry. I got so f*cking angry and I killed her. Oh god, I killed her'. Connor full-on sobbed in his hands as guilt, sorrow and regret washed over his face.

And it rocked Velvet to her core.

Because there's no way that the man who broke her heart, was showing remorse!

Right?

She was so consumed by her spiralling thoughts that she dropped her gun. She held her head as a familiar loss of control began to plague her mind.

A- am I dreaming? This can't be real! Connor's lying! He's always lying! Liar, liar, liar!

She fell to her knees. She tried to control her breathing, which began to fasten. She felt her hands shaking and her heart beating. She had only felt such a state of panic when she came to the Envy ring. She never wanted to relive that ever again, but here she was. Boiling with fear and confusion like a chemical kettle.

Stevonnie put her hand on the dropped gun and slid it away from them. She hugged Velvet, which brought Velvet out of her mindset. Stevonnie tried to change the course of Velvet's state. But what she said next, only sealed it.

'It's okay, Violet. We'll get you help. We'll get you home'.

home

That little word sparked something. An unknown instinct rearing its head on command. Without thinking, Velvet flexed her body and thin thorns sprung out of her body like a pufferfish. Stevonnie took the full brunt, or point, of this attack. She fell to the ground, bleeding from the many, many puncture wounds. With a frightened face, Stevonnie looked up at Velvet. Velvet's red eyes had now a purple tint to them. They looked cold and unforgiving. Like the blade, Velvet had summoned out of her wrist like it was always there. She pointed her blade right underneath Stevonnie's chin.

'I'm not Violet. I'm not a ghost, I'm not crazy, I'm not lost and I don't need your f*cking help! Because I am overlord Velvet. And nobody will be f*cking with me. Ever again'. Velvet tilted her head, sadistic amusement in her eyes. 'But you have been a gracious host. And always so nice to me. So I can make an exception. By the way, you actually remind me of someone named Charlie. You'd definitely like her. Too bad you won't meet her anytime soon'. Velvet turned her head to Connor, who was still frozen. 'Connor, I'm not sure about you though'.

She dashed towards him faster than the eye could track. Connor screamed in fear and braced for a strike... that never came. Connor felt a mere sting. Velvet presented the tip of her blade, which had a droplet of blood on it. 'A little blood test wouldn't hurt. After all, if it's true that you're my brother, you'll go to hell for getting your sister killed. If it ain't, you'll go to hell for getting me killed. Right after I give you the award for acting, and beat you to death with it'. Velvet said with all the vicious delight in her heart.

Connor yelled 'Go to hell!'.

'Already there'.

Agent One yelled 'Enough! You're not going anywhere demon!'. He prepared to shoot her, when suddenly...

Crash!

A headlight fell on his nogging. Instantly, he fell down. Out cold Agent Two yelled out 'Mikey!' and ran to his body and checked his vitals. Thankfully he was only unconscious. He might need some medical attention.

All the lights in the studio began to flicker uncontrollably. The equipment began to move on its own as if possessed. Everyone began to panic, wondering what the hell is going on. Out of nowhere, a voice rang out.

'You think, you can lay hands, on MY Velvet?'.

One of the monitors shook off of the wall. It hopped over to the stage. A pair of blue-clawed hands shot out of the monitor. And out of the monitor rose a TV-headed demon, with electricity sparking out of him like fire.

Agent Two screamed in utter terror as she clung to Agent One for dear life. Stevonnie, Connor, Rex and Bill could only stare in disbelief as this was happening. Velvet, on the other hand, was ecstatic.

'Voxy!'. She ran to him and caught him in a hug. The TV overlord dropped the whole 'overlord'-act. And hugged her back.

'How the hell did you know I was here?'. Vox answered 'I got a call. Are you alright, sweetie?' as he inspected Velvet's face for any injuries. Velvet pouted and answered 'I'm fine, Voxy promise'.

'Good, good' Vox answered while looking lovingly into her eyes. Before adding 'You're grounded'.

'G-GROUNDED?!? For what?!?'. 'For nearly giving me a heart attack, that's what!'. 'I didn't mean to! It was some imp f*cker that got me here! And another thing, you can't ground me, I'm an adult!'.

Vox wasn't having any of this and carried Velvet bridal style. 'I just don't wanna see you get hurt or worse. Not with these FBI sellouts'. Vox eyed the two D.H.O.R.K.S. 'Speaking of which'. With an electromagnetic pulse, the D.I.C.K flew over right in Vox's hand. 'I'll be taking this'.

Vox walked over to the monitor with Velvet in his hands. Velvet waved at the audience. She said 'That's all folks! See you all in hell soon!' before Vox jumped into the monitor and disappeared along with Velvet.

The studio was quiet once more. Rex plainly stated 'We should call an ambulance'. Bill turned his head to Rex. 'Ya think?'.

(Meanwhile...)

Ranger and Phantom had left the moment Vox and Velvet left. Everything they had seen, confirmed their suspicions and then some. Overlord Velvet was Violet Stiles this entire time. And if she returns to hell, the boss will have it much easier to complete their plans involving the girl.

Agent Two had fled the scene with Agent One in their company van. Right after stealing camera footage to deliver to their superiors.

This caused Rex and Bill to lack the evidence to present at the police department. But due to the audience as a witness, the two agents were given 4 days off for having the strangest case in the history of Quebec City.

Connor and Stevonnie were taken to the hospital and assigned a psychologist to digest this 'fever' dream.

And Beer? He had a helluva time giving the Stevonnie Show the best review ever. Right before it got cancelled.

<----To Be Continued

Chapter Text

(Stolas' Palace)

In a flash, Vox and Velvet stepped out of a portal. Velvet saw that they were in Stolas' palace. Meaning...

'WE'RE BACK!'. Velvet began kissing the floor in jubilation. 'Oh, how I missed you hellish floor!'.

'Ahem'.

Velvet looked up and saw Prince Stolas, Octavia, Loona, a swan demon she'd never seen before, and three imps including the one who started this mess all around the living room. And on the couch there sat...

'Val?! What the hell are you doing here?'.

The moth pimp saw Velvet, stood up from the couch, walked over to her, grabbed her cheeks and pulled.

'Don't 'Val' me you little sh*t! What the hell were you thinking goofing off in the living world!?!'.

Velvet wasn't fazed by the cheek-pulling and answered 'I wasn't goofing off! It was him' as she pointed at Blitzo. 'He's the one who got me stranded on earth AND goofed around on earth.

The assassin frowned and crossed his arms. 'No, I'm not'.

Velvet got up in his face. 'Yes, you are! You use a magic book to get to earth and kill people. The same book you threw at me and bippity-bopity-booped me to Canada!'.

Everyone in the room got very quiet like they all knew something.

'What?'.

Stolas pulled out his Grimoire. 'Did it look like this?'.

'Yes! That's the one! Which reminds me, what even happened?'.

'Well, when your... vines touched the Grimoire it must've reacted to your magic and teleported you to the mortal realm. Somehow. The fact that you're in one piece is nothing short of a miracle. And with a tracking spell, Vox volunteered to get you back'.

'Huh. That's a powerful book. Do you have a copy of that?'. 'Unfortunately, no. It's... a unique book'.

'Darn. Also...'. She pointed to the swan demon. 'Who are you?'.

The swan demon said 'I'm princess Stella'.

Velvet snapped her fingers in recollection. 'Oh yeah, Octavia's mother! So, um, how's it going?'.

'Peachy. I've heard you've saved my daughter's life and for that I'm grateful. I am surprised though that you insisted on being her bodyguard and... friend' Stella said as she gave Stolas a narrow look.

Stella got really close to Velvet's face. 'I'll let it be. But for your sake, don't get any ideas on your overlord schemes'.

'Whaaa? Nooo. I would never! Besides something REALLY important came along so I got to go! Bye, guys!'. Velvet was about to leave when she realized 'Oh, one more thing!'.

Velvet ran to Blitz and kicked him in the batteries. 'That's for my hair!'. And then she left.

(Penthouse)

After much running, Velvet made it to the penthouse. Relieved to see its familiar sights and colours. It was nice to see green grass and blue skies after 20 years of being dead. But she'll stick to red thank you very much.

She went to her room and took out two small Petri dishes. She slid the blood off her wrist blade onto one of them. After doing that, she took a gander at her blade.

This was new. Before her trip to Canada, all she could do was summon vines at the cost of some of her stamina. But summoning this weapon out of herself took zero effort. Like it was part of her...

She was getting distracted! She took a syringe and gave herself a prick. Using the syringe, she put her own blood into the other petri dish.

She set both dishes on her table. One held her blood, the other Connor's.

Velvet looked at them both nervously. She was confident Stevonnie lied just to confuse her. She was sure of it!

That was till Connor told his part with tears.

Now Velvet was less than sure. Tears were VERY difficult to fake. Valentino and Vox had many interrogated/intimidated enemies to prove that...

She shook it off. Of course, it was a lie. And she'll prove it right now!

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bag with a symbol of a blood drop on it.

This bag contained blood powder. A substance created by alchemy to pinpoint similarities and/or oddities in blood by colour change. Aka, old-school blood test.

She took a handful of blood powder and blew it over both Petri dishes.

The blood monsters swirled and changed colours like paint in water. Till both eventually turned black.

The colour of a positive match.

Meaning...

'Connor... IS my brother!?!'.

The End