Hell is quite the most interesting place. Maybe not for humans, but for demons, and beasts, and all creatures alike, it’s home.
As like the layers of the corrupted human society, there are hierarchy. To be exact there are seven of them, each level has a guardian per say, demons all chosen by the Devil to make sure there’s no mischief, that everyone follows their orders and stays in line.
The seventh level is the worst. They’re for the scum, the insane home to monsters that even the Devil himself can’t match. These monsters remain trapped in the 7th level, the appointed guardian to that level is Blaise present to make sure the door that traps all of them remains locked tight. He’s on of the strongest of the Devil’s guardians, but also the laziest, and therefore the job fits him perfectly.
The remaining 6 levels are free to interact but you live where you live. Prolonged to stay in one level will get you kicked back into your assigned level, because you can’t betray your human sins, and the Devil picks a new spawn’s home with astute scrutiny. And he is not wrong for he is the Devil.
The sixth level is guarded by Theodore and mischievous in his own right, but undeniably dangerous. People have learned not to trust his handsome face, because despite his boyish wonder, he is a snake.
The fifth level is kept tidy by Adrian, a man with the features of an angel, but the strength of an inferno. And the fourth level is carefully watched by Gregory and friend to the Devil and a friend to many, but his brilliant smile is all a ploy. It’s said he decapitated a man whilst he had a large smile to his face, but that anyone around to witness the scene had met the Grim Reaper a second time.
The third level is overlooked by Vincent. The innocent looking man had met criticism from the long-term residents of his level, his image not living up to their dark-hearted tastes, but after a few years to mature and establish his power, those who opposed him soon learned that beneath his smile laid miles of muscle and strength, enough to send a man flying and to break a bone with little effort.
The second level is guarded by Severus, pleasant yet deceptive. He is loved by all and praised as a rightful guardian, but when push comes to shove Severus always manages to re-establish order whether he does so through violent methods or otherwise. Luckily, the second level is a peaceful realm, as is the third, and neither Gregory nor Severus are forced to show their true strength too often.
The final level, the first is under watch by the Devil himself. There is no violence and no disobeying of orders. The fear of punishments is too high. Most residents are trusted generals, innocent pawns that missed their chance to run for the golden gates. The Devil needs a throne and a palace after all and it’s not like he’s going to take care of it himself.
And so, that’s how the hierarchy is at least, until someone manages to strip the Devil of his thorny throne. But Merlin knows that won’t happen anytime soon.
Vincent’s performing his usual nightly rounds when he hears it, a slightly intoxicated statement from a female demon leaning against the alley wall outside a bar. She’s with her two friends who seem worse off but none have lost their dinners yet.
“I can’t believe you keep calling Him that,” one says, and the others roll her eyes.
“What? Daddy Devil? Oh give me a break, he’s the lord of all demons, of course he’s Daddy material.”
Vincent clasps a hand over his mouth, stifling his laughter, and hurries to hide behind the chimney spout when the girl currently referring to his Lord and friend as ‘Daddy Devil’ narrows her eyes and begins looking around. Luckily, Vincent is quick enough to evade her suspicious glare.
“For all you know he’s an old man with red skin and devil horns.” Lavender states.
Hermione rolls her eyes. “I know he’s not. I saw him in passing once. When he came to the third level for a visit. He’s…tall…”
“And being tall makes him daddy material?!” Ginny laughs, Hermione sigh, waving her hand in the air.
“Whatever. He’ll never know I said it anyway, so let’s just drop it. You can keep thinking he’s an old man, and I’ll keep dreaming that he’s tall and handsome.”
At that, all the girls share a laugh and begin to stumble out of the alley leaning on each other for support. Vincent watches them go, his lips split into a playful grin, a hint of impishness sparkling in his dark eyes.
He’ll never know I said it anyway.
Vincent laughs. “We’ll see about that.” After all, this is just too funny of an opportunity to pass up.
On that note, Vincent hops down from the roof and disappears into the evening shadows.
He doesn’t bother using the front door to the Devil’s mansion. That would require him to bypass the guards and be questioned on his intention in being here and that’s too much of a hassle. So, he hops up to the second story window and strode his way in, smiling once his feet touch the dark tile floor.
Whistling his way up the hall, Vincent starts walking towards his Lord’s private quarters, but then pauses. At this late in the evening, maybe he’d better check the Play Room.
Diverging from his path slightly, Vincent slides down the banister to the main floor and approaches the thickly lined double doors in front of him. From his standpoint, everything is silent no sound managing to slip from the room but the minute Vincent opens the door a sound of wanton moans and screams flood the hall.
“What are you doing here?” A low voice asks, a hand reaching past Vincent and grabbing the door handle tightly. He manages to see one woman choking on cock and another in the reverse cowboy position before the door shuts in his face.
“I came to see you.” Vincent replies, grinning, and he turns to find the Devil sighing and walking away from him. Laughing, he steps forward and launches himself onto the Devil’s back, wrapping his arms around the male’s neck tightly, his cheek resting against his shoulder.
“Draco ~ C'mon~!”
“It’s too late for this, Vince,” Draco sighs, Vincent’s weight not impairing his long strides in the least. “You should go back to your level and sleep.”
“But Draco, I came because I heard something interesting. Concerning it’s about you.”
At that, Draco’s interest perks a little.
“Good or bad?”
“Knowing you, I think you’ll like it,” Vincent snickers, slipping from his friend’s back. Draco runs a hand through his hair, watching one of his guardian as he leisurely floats in the air in front of him.
“I should have never granted you flight.”
“It’s fun, you should try it sometime,” Vincent grins in response, and then gets back on topic. “I was doing my rounds earlier when I heard a girl mention you outside a bar. Her nickname for you was quite interesting.”
Draco raises an eyebrow, and Vincent can see the curiosity slip into his gaze.
“Daddy Devil,” Vincent whispers, snickering when he sees a chill run up Draco’s spine, his body turning to ice almost immediately. The hall sits in silence for a good five seconds before finally Draco releases a shaky breath and rolls his shoulder, the bones cracking as he turns on his heel and starts for his quarters.
Vincent is licking his lips happily before Draco even gives him the order.
Can He Be Savedby lauranatink - M, WIP - Its been four years since the war and it’s become known to those who were ‘granted’ the Dark Mark that Voldemort had made a special enhancement to the spell. If he died, then he was going to take down as many of his followers as he could with him. What will Draco Malfoy do when the only way to survive is to get married?