In his previous life Alan was a revolutionary, an instigator, a legendary troublemaker… at least, those were tamer titles he had.
He was also a murderer, terrorist, r@p!st, torturer… he did everything and anything that struck his fancy-
While others jumped to hentai and other internet based media, Alan had taken his madness and psychopathy to reality. He showed everyone what true terror was, he made everyone know what a true madman would be.
Many saw him as a hero as the idea of "internet addiction" had disappeared.
People were more willing to let the crazies indulge their mad fantasies in fictional worlds, in the internet where the only ones harmed are fictional characters.
After what Alan did, people swore to never again have another madman pop out just because they wanted to prove a point…
Of course, that was Alan's disguise, he had long wanted to show off the limits of true freedom. What "true freedom and equality" should be like.
There was no protection for the wicked, there was no safety for the rich, there was only danger in every turn-
He was an enigma, while the fictional world was being threatened by Shaggy, Goku, Saitama and Baba Yaga, reality found itself trembling over a real life boogeyman.
In his past life, even the vatican called him a monster worst than a hellspawn-
"And they were right!"
Alan exclaimed as he stood before a petite-dark skinned female demon- well dark skin was a stretch, she had dark brown skin- not that it's a problem. Alan's fucking a pink skinned slut, so why would skin color matter in such a world anyway?
Though Alan was quite intrigued by the demoness standing before him.
Despite being surrounded by scarlet flames that obviously disintegrated a few sinners, dismembered a few, prevented them from regenerating and made some scream in pain- she still stood before Alan with a proud and confident look on her face.
Alan smirked, he knew who this bitch was, she was also one of the characters he liked. In the original show.
He was especially attracted to her accent, that obviously fake british accent that caused many to call it a "mishmash of cockney and something else", others claimed it was a "poor attempt at a british accent"...
Alan loved the drama and debates. Personally, he liked the weirdness of the accent, It gave the whole "hell" theme a bit more spice.
After all, Hell was the home of the sinners, the worst humanity could offer and failed influencer would obviously live in lies. He didn't know if it was intended but the fake accent, the worthless pride and all that smugness- it was a typical influencer…
People get mad at fake accents, wait till they see the deep fakes that AI could make, the people who pretend to have disabilities. Women with hot bodies using filters to make them look like they have ADHD-
'Ahhh~ those were the good times'
Alan smiled as the tiny bitch before him gave him a hit of nostalgia.
"Whatcha smirking fohr? Dumbfuk!"
Her words were filled with aggression and pride, Alan was not bothered by it-
'I recall she's a lesbian… I wonder~'
In the world of human, Alan had set himself free, his morals were let loose and his thoughts were uninhibited. He thought he was living a life filled with freedom but one month in hell is all it took for him to realize-
'Living with a succubus does change your worldview…'
Before his thoughts would jump to torture, destruction and suffering… but now-
'Did I get soft?'
He thought to himself but then he felt a tightness in his pants-
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GETTING YOU HARD?!"
The demoness, a future Overlord, the youngest Overlord, less than a hundred years old. A bitch who would be loved by many- viewers…
With smile, Alan snapped his fingers- what followed was the manifestation of pitch black flames that consumed him and the future Overlord- Velvette. Nothing was left in the alley and not a single cop arrived- well its hell there are no cops…
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Well, Alan was recently diagnosed by his succubitch that he was- asexual.
Quite a shock really, he didn't understand how in Satan's name could he, a man with a healthy sex life, be asexual?
The answer he got?
He was turned on by situations…
Normal men and women get aroused by bodies, ass, pussy- the usual. But Alan wasn't, instead, his dick only got hard when he made a woman moan. That or he manipulates a situation towards a certain direction-
That was also one of the things he was told-
He loved manipulation, he was turned on by the act of manipulating others.
He thought it was a kink but turns out he was just asexual and he had some weird conditional arousal thing going on.
Alan could have denied it, after all, Verosika was not a licensed psychiatrist- but she is a succubus- and lust, sex, arousal and sexuality is kinda their thing…
But this realization got Alan to realize what kind of things he should avoid-
One- meeting hot people in power.
Two- having power over others…
Unfortunately…
"BITCH! YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK WITH ME?!"
Velvette screamed, her fake accent made her sound less serious than she actually was, especially considering her current situation…
Alan looked down at Velvette, she was now strapped to a large bed, her hands were tied above her head. Her legs spread wide, her skirt was flipped and her top was in a mess.
Smiling Alan leaned forward as he teased her-
"Yes, yes, I totally can, but I'm not gonna force you~"
Yet, his words only caused Velvette to pause, she stared at him like he was an idiot.
Her eyes looked up, then they looked down, she then turned at him with a face that asked- "are you sane?".
"..."
Alan found it weird-
'Isn't she supposed to be mental?'
An awkward silence followed, then the petite demon rolled her eyes as she said.
"Well then, get on with it"
A bored look washed over Alan's face, the mood had suddenly disappeared.
'I wanted to see her fight, she's a lesbian so she would have hated the experience… or is she an M? Oh… waaaaaiiiit… no no no no… ah fuck!'
Alan took out his Hellphone, he pointed it at Velvette and started snapping photos out of boredom but-
"He-hey! What are you doing?!"
"Ho~?"
His eyes flashed with a light of interest, although she tried to mask it, he could tell-
She didn't like it when he took her photo-
'Now that I think about it… she's an influencer… yeah, those sluts are used to being slutty… if she's the stereotypical influencer slut then…'
Alan revealed a condescending smile, a dark expression enveloped his face as purple flames materialized all around the bed-
Shocked Velvette did not know what was happening but what she saw next horrified her-
"Noo- NOOO! DON'T RECORD ME!"
She was surrounded by camera's, specifically, HD camera's, the type used for movies and-
They were all pointing at her…
Alan finally cracked it, the code was THAT EASY! So, now that he got her weakness, Alan did not waste a second as he reached out his hands.
He did not act like a beast- noooo~
Velvette is a prideful demoness, a lesbian demoness with extreme levels of pride. Her name and image to her were worth more than gold and now-
'Making her cum and begging for dicks should break her…'
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Imp City
Verosika was currently at a party, ever since Alan left more and more demons tried to approach her. Normally as a succubus without her mate, she would have taken this chance to pounce on anyone but-
The moment anyone tried to make a pass on her they would find themselves burning in green flames that carried with them an electrifying force.
After three imps found themselves knocked out, none dared to approach her.
Verosika was currently smoking outside the venue when a weird feeling washed over her-
'Somethings happening… something I SHOULD be a part of…'
She thought before staring at the ring on her finger, the two tattoos on her body suddenly got hot-
'Damn it!'
Verosika cursed internally as she willed a black flame to consume her as she vanished from the venue.