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Alastor’s eyes slowly blinked, one eye slightly out of sync with the other as he struggled to stay awake. The meeting hadn’t even started yet and he was already quite ready to be done with it. Yet, he stayed as Carmilla insisted that this was of the utmost importance. For once almost every overlord was here, including the Vees, much to his annoyance.
The overwhelming stink of alpha was thick in the air, even sitting closer to a few betas that managed to gain a seat with his back to the vent that constantly blew air did very little to lighten the stink.
To an omega like him, it was terrible. It didn’t help that not a single one of them were close to his strength, so it always brushed his instincts wrong.
Rosie was the only one that he really could tolerate the smell of, as she had been mated until recently, softening her scent. She also didn’t posture like the other Alphas, she didn't need to. It was this that allowed him to form a familiarity with her, to his instincts she was closer to a mother than a potential mate. Not that he trusted her like a child would a mother, just that their clashing genders have found a common ground.
The rest smelt like a brothel. All of them quick to think with their base instincts of fucking others into submission or using their power to eliminate anyone else.
But all he had to do was suffer through whatever had Carmine in a tizzy this time and then go back to the hotel and his pack that he led.
Charlie should be hosting her ‘Find our inner child through finger paints’ by this point. He was so glad to not be in the hotel to have to deal with what will surely be a mess, but he didn’t like trying to restrict the young Alpha in her endeavors. Besides, where would his entertainment come from if not moments like that?
He will, however, leave dealing with the clean up to Vaggi and Nifty, only to appear just at the end to hear about the aftermath.
It was moments like this that he missed the spider. Charlie had just finally convinced Angel to return to the hotel for therapy sessions at least. But he will be back at the tower before Alastor returned, unfortunate as the actor’s accounts of what happens in the hotel was always over exaggerated but acted out in entertaining ways.
Well, he’s sure he could get Lucifer to retell of the harrowing mess.
Alastor took a moment to collect himself, his mind coming back to the present. Rosie continued to chat away next to him about the latest gossip out of Cannibal Town, despite the sour note their deal ended on, the alpha continued to pretend nothing change in front of the other Overlords…or maybe she has come to realize that there are a shockingly small number of sinners in Hell that enjoy sitting down for a cup of coffee or tea with a side of fingers just to talk. So many always had their face stuck in the little device.
Case in point, the beta of the Vees, Velvette. Though at least she had an option to put down the screen (despite never taking it) unlike another member of the Vees whose entire face was a screen. At that thought, Alastors eyes looked over at said tv demon to realize that he was looking at him with glee.
“Nothing to say to that, Al?” He taunted, voice full of smugness and his harsh, ozone scent sharpening with a scent of sadistic glee.
“Completely missed whatever you said.” He lazily dismissed before turning back to Rosie. “Sorry, dear, can you repeat what you said about Glenn?”
She had been more than happy to start again as they turned away from Vox, going back to the gossip much to the annoyance of Vox. The air started to fill with heavy static and the sharp sour smell of alpha getting ready to meet a challenge; all puff and posturing rather than a pull of power at the moment.
The others at the table started to look up and take notice, some adding to the sour smell as the other alphas started to react to the show of power.
It made Alastor’s instincts flair up, demanding that he pay attention to the danger around him, but he had long since gotten used to ignoring such whims. It was made easier by the fact that with the return of his staff meant that he was now back to being the most powerful sinner in Hell again. As strong as Vox was, Alastor outranked him even as an omega.
Then Valentino made a click with his tongue, a warning to behave. With a growl that sounded more of static snow on a tv, the power gathering in the air started to disperse. This was the first time Vox was at an overlord meeting since almost killing all of Hell with his doomsday device over a year back, he was still on thin ice with everyone.
It has been a delightful time watching him flail between acting sorry and pretending it never happened. All the while the other two took center stage and most of the control over Voxtech.
As far as Alastor was aware (through Angel, the delightful gossip) Vox still loses ‘body privilege’ at night the demon's 'partners' still unable to trust that he won't start another crazed plan.
It was then that the door opened again and Carmilla, flanked by her daughters, walked in. Once they passed the door frame, Alastor then noticed another sinner following behind, so small that she was hidden by even the overlords' small frame. The sweet smell that followed the small mouse sinner made it clear she was another omega.
The alphas all took notice, eyeing up the newcomer like she was their next meal…and here all of them judged him for literally eating other sinners.
“Ooo…Carmilla, are you bringing us a snack? And here I thought you didn’t know how to have fun.” Cooed Valentino, smoke curling around him as he eyed up the small omega.
Rosie just smirked as she watched, obviously coming to the same conclusion as Alastor did. There had to be more to this little sinner for her to walk into a den of wolves. After all, he was the perfect example of not all omegas being submissive.
“This…is Brie.” Carmilla announced, leveling an unimpressed look at the moth overlord. “She is petitioning to become a recognized overlord.” The silence that followed was thick.
“Oh, dear. Does she not have enough souls?” Rosie asked, before meeting his eyes, sharing a look.
“She does. She meets all requirements to become one.” Carmilla said carefully.
“Oh, good! Welcome, dear! Come on over here, the Alpha stink is not so bad over here.” Rosie hollered, making a seat next to her appear, Alastor finding himself separated from his previous deal holder…he was not particularly bothered by this.
The little sinner looked shocked at the speed of acceptance, Alastor wondered if she had spent weeks preparing to defend herself.
“Now wait just a minute! I don’t care if she has enough power! There’s no way she can be an overlord!” Vox cried out, leaping from his seat. Despite his over dramatic declaration, the others at the table seemed to also be in agreement as they eyed the new girl up with distaste.
Alastor let out a sigh, it really was such a shame, though he guessed that Rosie and him were unique in their positions. She ran Cannibal Town which most avoided and his only territory was the hotel which housed most of the royal family. They both have very little to worry about when it comes to being secure in their holdings. They were also the most powerful here.
“I fail to understand what the problem is. She has the power, I have not seen her with any other overlords so, unlike some here, she did it under her own power.” He was addressing the group, but aiming a pointed look at Vox.
Honestly he didn’t care one way or another if she joined them, if it was still a question then she hadn’t done enough. But Alastor loved the chaos, to throw out a few points and watch as the alphas tear each other up as they argue their points.
It had the desired effect, his screen glitched in rage. But before he could start screaming, Zestiel spoke up.
“What thou wast trying to mean is that being an Overlord is quite difficult for even Alphas.”
“It is up to her if she wants that target. Besides, we’re not even all Alphas.” Alastor pointed out, waving his hand to motion towards Velvette, mostly because it was easier to gestor towards someone across the table than to the other betas that sat further down the table on his side, but also because it would get him a fun reaction.
“Oh! Fuck off, you prick! We don’t want her to stink up the title of overlords when she inevitably gets fucked into submission.” Now she was standing, her chair fallen over at the speed at which she rose to the challenge, with as combative as she was it really was hard to remember that she was a beta.
“She’s not even the first omega to be an overlord! I still fail to see what all the fuss is about.” The room broke into mutterings as the others looked around.
“Really, Alastor? Okay, fine, I guess this is the part where you start lying just to watch the room dissolve into chaos.” Vox was giving him the most deadpan look that his screen could muster. “Okay…who do you think is an omega?”
But this actually pulled Alastor up short as he looked over at Rosie, who looked equally confused. Did…did nobody know? He had been an overlord for nearing 80 years and had never once hidden his second gender.
Sure it’s not like it comes up in conversations, but still…
He guessed with his power being where it was, he never was submissive to anyone. (Though, a certain King showed up and made him feel instincts he never had before. He had been very upset by that.) Even in life he had been told he wasn’t a very good Omega.
So he looked his old pal in the eyes, seeing that he truly had no idea, and let a wide, cruel smirk take over. “Why would I lie? After all, I have never hidden the fact that I am an Omega.”
The chaos was beautiful. The entire room erupted into noise as everyone talked over each other, but red eyes never left pixelated ones. Vox was completely silent as he stared in shock. Alastor knew he was reexamining every moment they had been friends.
Alastor knew he would find a few. The few weeks a year where he would just disappear. The rare moments when it was just them seated on one of their couches, drinking and talking, calm moments when Alastor’s normally bitter coffee scent would sweeten just a bit with hints of cocoa as he relaxed.
The new sinner looked like she was revealing in the chaos. She was definitely proving to be most amusing.
Finally, Carmilla slammed an oversized fist down on the table, drawing the attention of everyone. “That’s enough! Ten minute break.” She barked, but the tightness of her face made it clear that she was just as surprised by what had been said as everyone else. “Brie…just…take a seat when we get back.” She said, dismissing her with a wave.
Alastor smirked, knowing that was the only way that this would end. She can’t hold her being an omega if Alastor was here, and she must have been up to something if she was even given a chance to pitch her case. (he would have to look into her more after this, she could prove useful. After defending her, she would be more amenable to him, easier to leverage. But he cursed a certain distraction that he missed her in the first place.) Yet, if they dismissed Alastor he would only start hunting overlords again. It was one of the only rules he followed.
He believed he was told ‘if you don’t want their territory or all their contracts, then please stop.’
And as long as they continue to give him the respect he deserves than he will continue to follow that.
With a mask of indifference, he turned back to Rosie. “Please, continue on with Glenn. What was he doing in your cellar?” Ignoring all the stares as everyone talked about him. Also ignoring the still very silent tv demon across the table as he continued to stare at him.
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After the break the meeting continued on as if nothing had happened…as if Carmilla hadn’t spent the entire time (and actually an extra two minutes) in her office talking with Zestiel about this new piece of information.
It was the most interesting meeting in a long time as everyone snuck looks at him trying to pretend that they weren’t, and any topics of secondary gender were brushed over quickly, trying to dance around a very large elephant in favor of trying to process the fundamental upheaval of what they had thought before.
Vox never took his eyes off of Alastor.
The entire time, Brie sat between Rosie and him, her sweet scent turning slightly sour with anxiety, no doubt from being seated between the two Overlords well known for eating other sinners.
Finally the meeting ended and Alastor rose from his seat, him and Rosie heading for the elevators together at a leisurely pace but still the first ones to make it to the street.
It was then, right after he gave a dramatic bow and kissed her hand goodbye that what he was expecting happened. She was nearly around the corner when a limo came screeching to a halt beside him and he was suddenly slammed through the open back door.
The heavy body of Vox pinned him to the floor of the vehicle as he barked for his driver to move. A cable must have shut the door as he heard it slam shut but the other demon had one arm pressed against his back and the other hand wrapped around an antler.
“Is this what you wanted? That I put you in your place? What do you say now, Omega? If I take a nibble on your neck would that make you more agreeable?” He cooed into his ear, the thick smell of musk mixed with batteries started to fill the air at the alpha’s growing arousal.
Alastor couldn’t help it, his body began shaking. He had both prey and omega need to submit to an alpha predator and even pinned as he was, the other man was so beneath him that there wasn’t even a speck of instinct to fight against.
His laughter filled the cabin of the car, harsh and mocking and unable to be stopped. “Oh, Dear Vox! Is this really the best you can muster!?”
Vox flinched, his grip was loose and still Alastor still felt no need to push him off. He just continued to laugh at the alpha, to make sure he understood just where he was in the hierarchy of Hell.
Rage finally started to take hold as the CEO pushed down harder on Alastor’s back, his other hand releasing his antler in favor of pawing at his collar, hands shaking in his rage. His haste did him no favors as failed repeatedly to reveal his gland, Alastor laughing the entire time.
Finally, clawed hands tore through the fabric, letting the heated air brush the column of his throat…the air soothing the fresh bite that was already there.
Vox froze, and Alastor took that moment to take to the shadows, sliding his way out from underneath the other demon and reappearing seated properly on one of the seats, his head tilted so the other would continue to see the mark of his chosen mate.
His laughter finally started to calm into a chuckle before finally trailing off. “Do you see it now, Vox? You have never had the power to stand beside me, let alone try and conquer me. And now I have finally found someone who matches my level. You have lost so very completely that you didn’t even realize how to play the game until it was too late!” Shadows gathered in the car slowly swallowing all light in the small space as he talked, his wide grin the last thing to disappear into the shadows, the omega seeing himself out of the moving vehicle and leaving behind the utterly defeated alpha as he sputtered and glitched. He still could hear the echoes of his enraged screams even as he moved away.
When he emerged again, it was a foot above his bed so that he could land on the monarch that had been laying in it. All the air was forced out of Lucifer’s lungs in a breathy ‘oof’ and the book he had been reading was smooshed into his face.
“Really?” He grumbled when he managed to get enough air back in his lungs to do so as the book vanished in a puff of shimmering red. Despite this and the following grumpy mutters, Lucifer shifted beneath the sinner so he could nuzzle into soft red strands and bury one hand into the puff of his ears and the other gently wrapping around his waist.
Alastor allowed himself to relax into the soft scent of his Alpha, a calming mixture of a grassy field and warmth that made him think of sunlight with a hint of apples. The smell drowning out all the harsh scents of the other Overlords that grated against his nose.
Yes, soon Lucifer will notice that there is one foreign Alpha’s scent clinging to him too closely to be just residual, soon he’ll notice the torn collar of his shirt and he’ll be forced to calm his Alpha down but for now, he was content with this.
Everything else could wait.