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Charlie had been gone for three months on some “redemption outreach” in the Pride Ring’s outer districts, flanked by Vaggie and half the hotel staff. The palace was silent except for the sounds of soft, sad jazz or the buzzing of the television as the “king of Hell” mindlessly consumed various soap operas for hours. Lucifer spent nights on the balcony, staring down at Pentagram City’s neon veins, wondering when exactly he had become a ghost in his own kingdom.
No one needed him anymore. Not really.
So when Valentino’s gilded invitation arrived (hand-delivered by a trembling demon, scented like smoke and sex), Lucifer told himself he was only coming to remind the Overlord who the real boss was.
Just a conversation. Just to feel something again.
Valentino was waiting in the VIP lounge, legs crossed, wings mantled like a king himself. He didn’t rise when Lucifer entered. He simply smiled, slow and sweet, and poured two glasses of something pink and glittering like a lazy predator eyeing its next prey.
“You look like you’re about to attend your own funeral, darling,” Val crooned as he took in the slightly disheveled state of the former angel. “Sit. Drink. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
Lucifer didn’t sit. He stood rigid, arms folded, hat tilted to hide the exhaustion in his eyes.
“I’m not signing anything, Valentino. I know enough about your contracts to know yours come with teeth.” The king spoke firmly as he eyed down the moth demon.
Valentino’s laugh was low and easy, casually brushing away Lucifer’s words. “I’m not a monster, baby.” Valentino spoke casually before taking another sip of his drink, the glass hiding the growing grin on his lips. “I just want to make you feel…special for once. No crowns. No expectations. Just you, worshipped exactly the way you deserve.” The moth demon’s words were like honey and silk as he slowly got up from where he sat before walking towards Lucifer. The blond felt his heart race like a cornered animal as he felt the pimp’s intense gaze on him. Picking him apart for weaknesses.
“Don’t you deserve better, pobrecito? Your daughter barely talks to you, Hell has moved on from its king and you’re left rotting inside your palace with no one to turn to…you’re alone. But you don’t have to be…” Valentino’s words were almost hypnotic, his hand brushing against Lucifer’s shoulder. His face was so close to the former angel’s that Lucifer could smell the sickly sweet venom that coated Valentino’s tongue. His words stabbed Lucifer in all the right spots. And as much as Lucifer hated to admit it, Valentino was right. He was utterly alone.
“I’m not one of your sluts you can just use and discard.” Lucifer spoke up, breaking out of his small trance to gaze up at Valentino with enough pride he could muster behind broken eyes.
“Well, of course not, baby!” Valentino laughed before giving Lucifer another sharp grin, both hands on the blond’s slender shoulders now. “You’re limited edition. One of one! You deserve complete worship. Not fear. Not groveling. Desire. Every demon in every ring jerking off to you, dreaming of you, whispering your name like a prayer. You’ll be the most wanted creature in Hell, Lucifer. Special. Irreplaceable.” He leaned forward, voice dropping to silk. “Don’t you miss being wanted?”
Lucifer looked away. The truth stung worse than any insult: centuries of being avoided, feared, pitied. Even his own daughter kept him at arm’s length these days. The hotel was thriving without him. Heaven still laughed at him. And the nights… the nights were so quiet.
Valentino saw the crack and pressed. Out of thin air and pink dust, pink parchment of a contract formed right in front of Lucifer. Valentino’s pristine signature already dried at the bottom. The moth demon grinned behind the blond as he pushed a golden quill into his fingers. “One signature, angel, and I promise I’ll make you a star that’ll shine so bright they’ll go blind looking at you.”
Lucifer’s fingers trembled slightly as he gazed at the contract. His heart heavy as he finally gave in. His signature small as he etched it into the parchment, written like a defeated apology to himself before proofing away in another cloud of pink, shimmering dust. Valentino felt like he was on top of the world. His smile never wavered, but inside he was already counting the money. The King of Hell as his exclusive star? He’d own every screen in Hell within a month. He won.
Valentino stood at last, towering. He cupped Lucifer’s cheek with one soft hand.
“Good boy. Come upstairs. Let me show you what special feels like.”
The penthouse bedroom was a cathedral of red velvet and mirrors. A shrine to decadence. Candles flickered in sconces shaped like screaming cherubs. Mirrors on every surface and the softest of pink lights that made everything look bruised and beautiful. The heart-shaped bed was the size of a small stage covered in expensive silks. With a slight wave of a hand, Valentino formed a syringe that slightly swished with translucent fluid. He hummed casually as he made his way over to Lucifer who gazed up at him with wide, panicked eyes.
“I don’t do drugs.” Lucifer tried to convince Valentino to do anything but stick the needle into him, his heart feeling like it was going to pound out of his chest. The demon only gave a small huff of a laugh at that.
“Now listen, baby. If we’re going to be together. I have to teach you a few things.” Valentino spoke simply yet firmly, showing that he wasn’t about to argue with the former angel over the matter. “First taste is free, papito. Going to make you feel so good.”
“And if I say stop-“
“You won’t.”
Valentino cradled the back of Lucifer’s neck as he inserted the needle into the hollow of his pale, soft throat.
The plunger went down.
Almost instantly, Lucifer felt the intensity of the drug overcome his body. His pupils were blown wide enough that only a sliver of red could be seen. Warmth exploded in his veins and his mind felt like it was melting. Not to mention, he felt so incredibly sensitive. He couldn’t form a single coherent thought as his legs buckled under him. Just in time, Valentino swooped the small king into his arms, cradling him almost like a lover would.
“Easy, baby. Let it melt you.” Valentino whispered almost soothingly as he laid Lucifer against the crimson silk sheets of his bed. Lucifer’s thoughts scattered like startled birds. His limbs went heavy and warm. Every heartbeat throbbed between his legs. His tongue felt too thick, his skin too sensitive. He tried to speak—tried to remember why this was a bad idea—but the words dissolved into a whimper.
Valentino peeled the white suit away slowly, reverently. Jacket first, then the vest, the silk shirt. The blond’s body was tragically beautiful. Lucifer’s torso was revealed inch by inch: porcelain-pale delicate skin glowing faintly from the drug, collarbones sharp enough to cut, ribs delicate under translucent flesh, and a soft, smooth belly. His nipples were small, blush-gold, already stiff.
Valentino unbuckled the belt with deliberate care. The trousers slid down slim, soft hips, revealing thighs that trembled, soft and hairless, and a cock that was heartbreakingly pretty—slender, flushed, already leaking in a steady drip onto his belly and framed by beautiful golden curls. Between his legs, his hole glistened, slick with unnatural arousal, tight and fluttering. Lucifer’s entire body was luminous under the lights, skin pearlescent, every curve and hollow bathed in a faint angelic shimmer that no drug could fully erase. He looked like something carved from moonlight and sorrow.
Lucifer tried to cover himself from Valentino’s hungry gaze, arms crossed weakly over his chest, trying to salvage whatever crumbs of dignity he may have left. The moth demon gave an annoyed click of his tongue before swatting away Lucifer’s trembling hands and pinning them against the silk sheets, exposing the angel once more. Tears welled in his eyes as Valentino pushed his thighs wide apart.
“Sshhh, none of that.” He cooed.
Valentino kissed him until Lucifer’s lips were swollen and red, tongue fucking deep into his mouth while two hands pinched and rolled those sensitive nipples. Lucifer sobbed into the kiss, hips jerking helplessly. Another hand slid between his legs, spreading the slick, teasing the rim of his hole without entering.
“Please,” Lucifer slurred, voice cracking. “I—I don’t—”
“You don’t what, baby?” Valentino crooned, sliding one finger in to the knuckle. Lucifer’s back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat. “Don’t want it? Your pretty little hole is sucking me in like it’s starving.”
Lucifer shook his head, tears streaming. “I don’t know… I can’t think—”
“That’s the point.”
A second finger joined the first, scissoring wide. Lucifer’s cock leaked steadily now, a puddle forming on his delicate belly. His whole body trembled, flushed and sweating, golden hair plastered to his forehead.
Valentino added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching him open with obscene wet sounds. Lucifer gasped loudly into Valentino’s mouth as the demon kissed him, face crumpled, hands clutching at the sheets like a drowning man.
“It hurts,” he whimpered. “Val, it hurts—”
“But it feels good too, doesn’t it?” Valentino twisted his fingers, crooking them just right. Lucifer screamed, hips bucking, a fresh gush of slick coating Valentino’s hand.
“There it is. There’s my good boy.”
When Valentino finally pushed inside, it was slow—agonizingly slow. His cock was massive, ridged, burning hot. Lucifer’s body resisted at first, then gave way with a wet pop. The stretch was unbearable. Lucifer clawed at the sheets, fresh tears pouring, mouth open in a silent wail. He pinned Lucifer’s wrists above his head with one pair of hands, used the other two to hitch those trembling thighs higher, spreading him obscenely. The stretch burned even through the haze. Lucifer’s back bowed off the bed, a high, wrecked sound tearing from his throat as Valentino’s thick, ridged cock sank in to the hilt.
Valentino bottomed out and held still, letting Lucifer feel every inch.
“Look at you,” he murmured, brushing tears from those wet cheeks. “Crying on Daddy’s cock like a virgin. You’re pathetic, baby. So fucking pathetic and perfect.”
He started to move.
Lucifer broke.
Every thrust punched the air from his lungs in high, wrecked sobs. He couldn’t stop the flow of tears —couldn’t stop the humiliating sounds spilling from his throat. The drug made everything too much: the drag of Valentino’s cock over his prostate like lightning, the wet slap of hips against his heart-shaped ass, the way his own cock bobbed untouched and leaking.
He felt small. Used. Utterly ruined.
And underneath the haze, a tiny, traitorous part of him felt seen.
Valentino fucked him for hours—slow and deep, then hard and punishing, flipping him onto his stomach and taking him from behind. The former angel’s teary eyes rolled upwards as drool dribbled from his lips as his body bounced with every deep, powerful snap of Valentino’s hips. The sounds of soft, broken “ah, ah, ah”s filling the quiet room along with the repetitive clapping of skin against skin. Lucifer gripping the sheets as he came for a third time that night. At least he thought he did, his mind was a thick fog.
“Please…ah, feels good…please don’t stop… I don’t know… I don’t—”
Valentino just laughed softly and kept going, whispering praise and filth in equal measure while pressing hungry, primal kisses to Lucifer’s flushed, fucked out face.
By the time he finally came—deep inside, flooding Lucifer’s belly until it swelled faintly—the King of Hell was limp and trembling, face buried in the pillows, sniffling quietly. Valentino pulled out with a wet sound and gathered the broken angel into his arms, petting sweat-damp hair.
“Shh. You did so good, baby. So good for me. Daddy’s special boy…” Lucifer curled into him, small and shaking, tears still falling.
“Special…?”
“So very special.” Valentino whispered against sweaty, blond curls as he held Lucifer close to him, a possessive and sharp smile plastered on his face as he lied.
Lucifer didn’t notice the cameras in the ceiling corners, already rolling. Tomorrow would be his grand debut.