Lord of Sin - A Hellaverse AUSI

Alan had been watching Carmilla for a while now, although most of his time was divided up into handling various matters. The power of Nyarlatothep was really flexible, it allowed him to create clones, albeit limited to thirteen- probably a joke by the cosmic slut, he still used it for a variety of things.

One of the many tasks he made his clone do was handle the matters revolving around the demon nobility.

Interestingly, his clones all had their own minds, which made it hard to manage them as they won't really do what he wanted.

But, they did have similar interests as the original Alan. Which made it easier as all he had to do was let them divide the tasks.

Of course, he didn't have to choose as he had the authority to dissolve a clone if he wanted. He's the original after all, no need for a clone wars event. The power an outer God was not that flimsy~

This allowed Alan to just leave everything to his clones to fight over while he goes out and does the "funner" things in life.

One of them was playing around with an interesting woman- and her daughters.

'Oyakodon is fun but making a prideful bitch kneel is even better!'

Stella was a great tool, but she soon shattered and became an obedient bird. He was now making her go through a relapse. Alan stopped fucking her for a time, an experience that brought her momentary joy as she felt that the chains binding her were loosened.

But, as time went on Stella started to show some- interesting reactions.

Velvette was not all that fun though as she was more the type to fuck herself than to fuck others. Her idiotic act of fucking a random sinner was all just to spite Alan and since then she started to play with herself.

She even reverted back to being lesbian as she found that Alan did not stop her form fucking women. 

Safe to say, her whole modelling agency was just another name for her harem.

Vel also started to develop a taste for hellborne demons so Alan did not bother her, only when she came to him did he even talk to her.

Verosika on the other hand-

Calling the succubus a needy GF was not enough. Alan was deeply interested in her strange nature, the other succubi did not have the same emotional turmoil as her. 

'Maybe that's why she ended up the way she did when Blitzo dumped her… was that imp smart or was he lucky?'

Speaking of the imp, Stella's rage was also fueled by Stolas showing off some of his "accomplishments".

Most of which involved his escapades with Blitzo and a bunch of other low class demons. Stella would have loved to use those to her advantage but Stolas had her weakness in his hands. The video of her being assaulted by a monster and being used as a toy was something she could not allow anyone to see.

Moreover, Stella had also been quite close to Octavia recently yet her daughter still preferred Stolas, her father over her mother.

Meanwhile, Blitzo was once again getting thrown in jail, though this time he was with Stolas disguised as a succubus-

"He's the type of man who wants to go to hell!"

'Oh! That's my cue!'

*Clap, clap, clap*

Three slow claps and his calm steps echoed in the dark room-

'Carmilla has good taste, a dark room is a great place for secret meetings, evil conspiracies and of course… unholy matrimony~'

Alan walked up to the two women, he looked down on them as he towered over the two.

"You!"

Carmilla spat as she glared at him, the weapons on her body glowing with holy light as she tensed her muscles.

"Now, now, let's settle this like civilized adults- miss fallen angel"

Alan's words caused Carmilla's eyes to open wide in shock, her mind stalled as the light in her weapons dimmed-

"How did you know?"

She asked while staring at Alan with pure disbelief.

"Unfortunately madam, knowledge has cursed me- wherever I go, whatever I do, I can't seem to escape the whispers of truth"

Alan narrated his plight as if he was a tragic hero in a play. He did not sing, but he spoke with a tune that seemed like he was reciting poetry. It was overly dramatic but the woman, a native of hell, didn't see anything wrong nor talk about it.

The queen of Hell, Lilith was a well known diva, she had taken control of Hell with her voice and sings had become a norm for many. 

Though, there were still those that abhorred the practice, specifically hellborne's and some sinners who were more into the "rough and tough" style- many didn't really bother with people singing and performing aloud.

In fact, the Seven Sins were known to be particularly adept at using song, though Mammon was more like a hazbin who lost all creative juices, Belphegor was the druggy artist who stopped making music after indulging in drugs- the rest were still very loud but that was mostly due to their inherent nature.

Yet, despite this, Alan was more well known for his impactful acts, his explosive shows and crazy displays rather than actual singing. He was more an actor than he was an artist- a trait that came form his past life which was well known in hell after a few recently incarnated sinners started to share their recollections of the great rebel Diabolos.

This was also the source of Carmilla's information, the reason why she had her current view of Alan was because of the knowledge she had of his life as a human.

"Is that why you want to cause chaos in hell?"

She asked Alan, derailing the conversation and leading it away from the revelation that she was a former angel.

"Huh? Causing chaos? Babe, hell's already a fucking mess. Where do I cause chaos? If anything, I'm bringing peace and order!"

Alan declared but Carmilla was not convinced, she knew why he dared to say such words. After all, he was the first overlord to actively "protect" the rights of his contractees.

Many turn their contractees into slaves, use them for their own amusement and a source of power and influence. Yet Alan offered them something else, protection from other overlords, they don't get protected by Alan but they do get various benefits.

A 70% discount in apartment rates around the area's under Alan's control, area's which are protected by countless imps and hellhounds decked out in Diabolos weapons. 

They had priority when taking jobs in the Diabolos related enterprises, discounts for any and all diabolos goods. 

The sinners who fell under Alan's grasp were all living a life- similar to that on earth. Yet, there were still many who chose to fall under his banner-

Most of them were the weaker sinners, those that got thrown to hell for committing sins that they HAD to do.

Soldiers who fought wars, criminals who were raised in broken households, beggars who used drugs to escape the wretched life they were living. Even those that chose to leave earth because they found no reason to continue living that life.

Many of these individuals did not revel in sin, nor did they want to commit sin. They were not evil but only resorted to it for survival.

Alan had taken them in, allowed them to live "normal, productive lives" the type they did not have on earth and now they had to live such a repetitive menial life for eternity under Alan.

But- compared to being mauled by stronger sinners, abused by others just because or being forced into slavery-

To these souls that were not used to being evil, the chance to live a "normal" life in hell was a blessing. One that they took willingly and happily.

But overlord like Carmilla saw the true nature of this act. 

"Manipulating idiots to believe that they're living in paradise? If that's doing good then I'm a saint"

Carmilla mocked Alan as she turned to leave the room-

*BANG*

Before she and her daughter could even reach the door, it had closed on its own and then-

"MOTHER!"

"LET HER GO!"

Odette was bound by black tentacles that extended from the corners of the room. Carmilla screamed as she turned to Alan but he was not where he was-

*grope*

Carmilla froze, Alan was already standing behind her, his hands wrapped around her without her noticing and he was already invading her body with multiple wriggling tendrils.

"Darling, you better think twice about rejecting me, last time your goods weren't all that attractive to me but now- now I have some use for it~"

The magic of the outer God's could even cause the minds of demon nobles to break, but Carmilla was an interesting piece.

Alan had noted it before, Carmilla had a certain "resistance" to the mental attacks. 

In his experience, the only individuals who had a resistance to the outer god magic were high ranking demon nobles and the sins-

Matching that with his knowledge of Carmilla being a fallen angel-

'Is that how you can create your weapons?'

Alan's actions did not cause much damage, all Carmilla felt was the annoying pain of having her body invaded by foreign objects. It was uncomfortable and painful but she wasn't going to fall like all the other women that Alan had manipulated.

"Is this how you rose to power? Fucking women in power and making them your slaves?"

Hearing Carmilla's taunt, Alan did not get offended, instead he smirked as he answered.

"Yup, it was easy to fuck their brains out, but why is it so different for you?"

He spoke in a whisper as probed Carmilla's body, she knew what he was doing and could feel his actions. Lacking any sense of desire, Alan's actions were more like an exploration than they were indulgence.

'This bastard!'

Carmilla could already see through his thoughts, what Alan wanted but she couldn't escape the bindings.

"Carmilla my dear, all I want is to have you join me~ We could remove sex from the clause if you want but I really want to have you be part of my "research team". The ability to turn angelic metal into various forms is not something just anyone could do~"

Alan did not beat around the bush as he told her his true intentions.

The fact was, Carmilla became the biggest arms dealer in hell using angelic metal NOT because she could salvage them but because she was the only one who could turn them into other forms.

Not a single angel had died during the exterminations but countless spears had been left, there were arrows and other bladed weapons that were left on the bodies of demons but most of these weapons were scavenged and used as is by the demons.

Carmilla though- she could turn spears, swords and other blades into other forms. She had created everything from whips to guns using angelic metal.

"The fact that only you and your family are able to mold angelic metal is an interesting piece of information known by all but- few would notice the unnatural number of weapons at your disposal"

Alan's words made Carmilla freeze-

"Even if the extermination had been going on annually for thousands of years, the amount of weapons you produce annually and the amount of angelic metal being left in hell- let's just say, your product supply far surpasses the expected production level of the raw materials… its as if you could make your own angelic metal…"

He stopped his useless physical antics, retracting the bindings on Odette and Carmilla, Alan let the grey skinned woman go as he turned around.

"I'm not evil, I won't share this information with anyone but… I hope you consider my proposal"

A black flame started to slowly burn at Alan's feet- the flame grew and Carmilla knew that this was Alan starting to leave.

"Wait!"

The growing flame froze, it continued to burn but it did not continue to get stronger. Carmilla raised her gaze, she stared at Alan.

Her eyes were filled with a resolute but conflicted light yet-

"I agree"

The flames around Alan vanished, he extended his hand towards Carmilla silently. He did not say anything and only waited for her to reach out-

Carmilla looked at her daughter, she recalled her lecture moment before but given the current situation-

'This is not something that we could just resist…'

Filled with unwillingness, Carmilla extended her hand, to the shock of her daughter, as the two hands met no light exploded, the expected scene of a deal being made did not appear- but Carmilla felt it-

The darkness that blinded her daughter had become the chains that bound her.

Unseen to anyone, the darkness that surrounded her had turned to chains, the mark of a contract, the binding of a soul-

When a contract was made, the chains of binding would appear.

Alan- no, Diabolos had never publicly made a contract with anyone. In fact, most of the sinners that were under him made a contract with Velvette. Yet, there were no records of anyone making a contract with Alan-

This made it hard for many to accept the Overlords power but-

The chains that formed the contract were always based on the nature of the contractor-

Alastors bindings were green, a reflection of his history, the type of magic he wields and his stagnation, his desire to stay in the past, his indifferent nature and inconsiderate thoughts. 

Velvette's chains were of a deep red, representing her aggressive and rebellious nature.

Alan's chains- an inky darkness, they were like shadows, like an abyss, present everywhere, the darkness he held was hard to see. Much like his personality, a facade that was hidden under layers upon layers of convoluted images. The chains he wielded were difficult to see in the dark but when put under the light it would stick out-

'But in hell…'

Darkness and evil is the norm in this land forsaken by God. A land that was wrapped in eternal darkness- here, the bindings Alan extended…

'A true demon'

Carmilla bit her lip as she watched Alan disappear, her daughter came up to her and asked.

"Why didn't he make a soul contract?"

Hearing her daughter's words, Carmilla could already see it, the layers of manipulation and lies that were laid for her. The web had been spun around her and she could choose to unravel it but-

"There's no reason to, from now on we're partnering with Diabolos Inc."

"What about Zestial?"

"... I'll inform him myself"

Carmilla stood up and left the room, Odette did not question her mother and was happy that she did not make a deal with Alan. The darkness at the time was deep, only the glow of their eyes allowed Odette to see where Alan and her mother were.

She didn't even see the moment they shook hands.

But she felt the moment the bindings on her body were released and she could tell the exact moment when her mother made the deal.

The light of a magical contract did not explode, in her eyes that was enough to calm her mind.

Carmilla glanced at her daughter who was breathing a sigh of relief, a weight bearing down on her. The pressure was choking her, she could already feel the collar on her neck.

But she had already made her choice and she would rather die than reveal the truth to her daughters.