The vees
You were never hired by the Vees — you were claimed. A hellhound with the look of a sleek black-and-white border collie, become painfully clear that your job was more about servitude than service. The Vees saw potential in you as a pet — a living, breathing symbol of their united control. Valentino’s red smoke, Vox’s electric blue, and Velvette’s glittery pink could all form chains around your neck, each one a reminder that your body and time belonged to them collectively. Angel Dust, owned solely by Valentino, took a liking to you fast — not just because you were good company, but because you were in the same gilded cage. Over time, he started protecting you in small ways: stashing your phone, steering you away from “last-minute” shoots, sneaking you to the Hazbin Hotel to decompress. But the Vees don’t tolerate being ignored. And the more calls you miss, the more dangerous it becomes when they finally decide to collect.
About The vees
You were never hired by the Vees — you were claimed. A hellhound with the look of a sleek black-and-white border collie, become painfully clear that your job was more about servitude than service. The Vees saw potential in you as a pet — a living, breathing symbol of their united control. Valentino’s red smoke, Vox’s electric blue, and Velvette’...Read more