Secret Confessions (Book 1)

(WARNING: This chapter has NSFW content. Repeat, NSFW content! The heavy NSFW content won't happen until Angeldust's next chapter, but regardless, there is still NSFW in this chapter!)

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Someone is in this aggravatingly pink room with me.

I'm aware of their presence, long before I wake. Keeping my body relaxed and eyes closed to fool them into thinking I'm still asleep, I'm about to call telepathically to my shadowy entities and instruct them to viciously murder whoever it is to have seen me vulnerable, when something stirs deep within.

Warmth and longing.

I know this presence. It's him. My Mon Ange. Clicking of heels signal him drawing near and I relax for real. Only he is allowed to see me like this. Only him. No one else.

"So cute." I hear Angel whisper and the bed dips as he sits beside me, running a hand through my hair. Fingers knead and pet my ears and I swallow a whimper of pleasure.

Curse him! He knows my weaknesses. My ears being one of them. Against my will, my tail begins to wag to life and a tremor goes through me.

"I know yer awake, Smiles. Might as well open yer eyes." Angel giggles and I snap my eyes open to see him hovering close to my face.

"What gave me away?" I ask sarcastically as I sit up.

"Da adorable wagging of yer tail and moan." He replies and I stiffen.

"I did not moan." I huff out with a growl.

"Ya did too! It was so cute!" Angel argues and I refrain from rolling my eyes. There is a small chance I accidentally let a moan slip as he massaged my ears, but I'm not certain.

It's then that I notice what he is wearing. A light pink lingerie that curiously opens in the middle. But that's not what makes my nose wrinkle is disgust. What makes bile rise in my throat, is the pugnet smell that comes from said lingerie. As if someone has rubbed their essence all over him, staking their putrid claim.

Not just someone...

Valentino.

It takes sheer force of will not to snarl and yank the spider close. To forcefully replace Valentino's vile essence with my own. Driving out any imprint the overlord left with covering every square inch of Angel with me. All of me.

Knowing that to do so, is to show something ridiculous, like weakness, I hold back and settle for pressing my cheek to his leg. Laying down on his lap - thankfully void of any of the overlords... essence - and briefly shutting my eyes.

In hinds sight, doing something submissive as simply laying in his lap and closing my eyes, is outright stupid and no doubt shows weakness. But I can't help myself. I know it's wrong to go against Angel's previous contract to gain possession of his soul. It goes against everything I essentially stand for to allow him to subject me to such things. Such humiliation.

And an overlord should never show any emotions for lesser beings that can't protect themselves against other overlord's, much less protecting others. To care for someone in Hell, is to sign your own redeath warrant.

Those you care for, can and will be used against you. That's how it goes down here. Fight for your life and depend on no one. That is the motto I lived by when I was alive and that is still the motto I go by now. It always worked for me. I never caught feelings, nor did I have to worry.

Until now...

The very moment I met Angel, something stirred. Something odd and absolutely mundane. Interest. Then interest developed into raw, possessive, and intense obsession. So intense that, out of desperation, I created a contract and agreed to tasks chosen by a porn star. Tasks that I knew would be appalling and push me out of my comfort zone.