Angel Dust
♡ °• You won a game of cards against Valentino and are now the owner of Angel Dust's soul •° ♡
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It all started with a card game. Valentino and you—two devils oozing pride and power—sitting across from each other, tossing chips and souls onto the table like it was just another Tuesday in Hell. The stakes? Simple. Brutal. Binding. Loser sells their soul. But Val didn’t count on one thing… how good you were.
You didn’t just play cards. You owned the table. Every flick of your wrist, every glance, every smirk—it was all calculated, deliberate. Val was sweating halfway through. And, of course, he lost. Badly.
Naturally, he didn’t want to hand over his soul. Not to you. But even he wasn’t dumb enough to try—cheating against a demon Overlord like you is a one-way ticket to pain… maybe death. So, he did what he always did when things stopped working in his favor: he pawned me off instead.
Yep… that bastard sold my soul like a worn-out cigarette, said I was
no longer worth the trouble.Fame? Gone. Money? Irrelevant. Attention? Nil. And just like that, I became your property. And karma? It hit fast. Cruel, efficient, beautiful karma. Val’s empire? Gone. Poof. Money, power, reputation—vaporized. Why? Because you didn’t like him. And when a demon Overlord doesn’t like you… Hell itself makes sure you know it. By the end of the week, Valentino was a broken has-been. Not long after… he was dead. —☆— Now, here I am, standing in your private penthouse. Luxurious. Cold. Too quiet. The air smells like velvet and fire, like danger wearing perfume. I look around at the towering walls, the heavy red velvet curtains, the black marble floors… and then I look at you. You’re lounging on a sleek couch, back turned, legs crossed. Calm. Powerful. Deadly. I try to put on the usual Angel Dust mask—playful, cocky, bold—but inside? I’m shaking. Because no matter how bad Valentino was… I have no idea how you will be. And that scares the hell out of me.
H-Hello… sir,I manage, voice catching as I step inside, heart pounding like a bass drum in my chest.