prologue
"Aren't you guys the sweetest!"
You look up at the screen with a soft smile riddled across your made-up face. You bite down on your lip gently as you read the many messages that pop up in the livechat.
hookershunt: you look amazing today!
juneslore: when are you going to show your face :((
pimphearts: take off your top <3
You sigh gently yet keep your soft smile you look to the time on the flatscreen and cover your mouth with a soft gasp. "Wow isn't it quite late! Well thank you to everyone who joined! A special thanks to my regulars. You are all the sweetest!" You watched as the chat flooded with donations and tips and goodbyes. Many comments begging you not to go. Your smile widened gently and you blew a kiss at the camera. "Buh bye!"
With a few clicks of the keyboard you look up and let your faux smile fall from your crimson lips. Your reflection looked back at you from the black screen.
You run a hand up your neck and stretch with a soft mewl. You reach back and gently untie the black ribbon of your masquerade mask. You scrunch your nose and looks down at the itchy lace mask. I need to buy another one...you think while tossing the mask aside and standing up.
You had begun camming just over two years ago. In just a few short weeks you climbed up the ladder on the top camsite in all of Hell. You often wondered why but it was as plain to anyone.
With cute ears atop your head and a forever flushed face you were a sight to behold. But what really grabbed people was your sweet and innocent act you put on for the camera. You were adorable and soft.
On camera.
Add on the mystery of you never going nude or showing your identity and its no wonder you were in the top ten.
"You done in there?",you heard the loud female voice shout followed by three knocks at the door. You smiled and jumped up to your feet and grabbed your black satin robe.
"Come in!",you shout back while tying the ribbon. You looked up once the door opened and smile at the sight of the spunky powerhouse, the tall spider demon stood behind her. "Its pretty late what are you two doing up?",you questioned while grabbing a headband and pushing back your hair.
Angel Dust held up Fat Nuggets,"You promised we'd all have a sleepover." You laugh softly and nod as Cherri grabs your hand and drags you from your room.
You had known Angel Dust ever since you grew popular. Angel Dust was...not the smartest but he recognized the white streak in your ear one day at a sex shop and the rest is history. He swore to keep your identity a secret and you were glad to have a real friend.
You never had friends before. Despite Angels loud and rough personality you two became close and you agreed to meet his closest friend, Cherri.
They offered you a place to share and you agreed. Thankful to have some friends in this eternal punishment.
You all walked to the living room together and noticed the final news broadcast was on for the day. Fat Nuggets trotted off into the kitchen once Angel put him down. Cherri seemed a bit distracted as she sat down on the couch left of you. Her eye was narrowed and lips pulled into a thin line.
You looked to Angel with a bit of concern and he sighed heavily while sitting on the other side of you. "Vagatha and her got into it again.",he sighs in a sympathetic way and you frown. Turning to Cherri you hold open your arms and she falls into them.
"Was it about the turf battle yesterday?",she nodded as she leaned her head on your chest. Your arms wrapped around her and Angel leaned back while looking to the TV and searching for the remote.
Cherri sighs heavily,"She is still against it! Ugh she knew that I wouldn't give up turf wars...It's just upsetting me because she said she understood. Whatever I don't want to talk about it. Can you do the thing?" You laugh gently and she grins when she hears and feels the soft vibrating of purring coming from your chest.
Angel Dust decides he's not fit to judge relationship problems and he watches the blonde bitch on the news for her last broadcast. He rolls his mismatched eyes and rejoices when he finds the remote beneath one of your books. Looking up he's ready to change the channel until his eyes widen.
"(Y/N)! Look at the TV!"
Cherri raises her head from your chest and looks up the same time you do. You both look in disbelief at your face plastered across the screen. An HD screenshot.
"Holy fuck turn it up, Angie...",Cherri breathes out and he is quick to do so. You listen as Katie Killjoy wears a shit-eating grin on her pale face.
"That's right folks! You've got it here first. The unmasking of famous camgirl Calla Lily! We have yet to figure out her real name—"
Cherri and Angel jump at how quickly you run to your room. Your eyes are wide as you fall to your fluffy white carpet and click on the keyboard. The flatscreen turns on and your eyes are wide.
The chat has nearly five thousand spammed messages. Some warning you and some freaking out and some a bit vulgar even for Hell.
Cherri and Angel run in and gasp at the livestream continuing on. In a matter of seconds it is stopped.
YOU HAVE ENDED YOUR LIVE
You look back at your reflection on the flatscreen and sit down with a huff. Your brows are high and lips parted in surprise.
Angel and Cherri watch as you slump down and your ears fall back atop your head, your tail lays flat on the floor and your face is in your hand.
Cherri walks towards you and Angel sighs heavily with a worried expression,"I'll get the booze."
❦
"You found her?",Valentino asks while staring at the screen with pinched brows. His glowing red eyes are narrowed. An unbuttoned top rests on his figure and his expensive flared pants are unbuttoned. He holds the phone to his ear and Vox's smug grin can be heard on the other end. The TV reflects on his purple tinged skin.
COLLAREDCALLA HAS ENDED HER LIVE
Vox was easily Valentinos number one to go to. Owning nearly every media outlet in Pentagram City. Vox was more than happy to do this for Valentino.
"Her name is (Y/N) (L/N)."