Unaware of the approaching hellstorm that was making its way down town, Angel's provocative performance was still in full swing. All eyes were fervently on him. However towards the entrance of the club, a small disturbance was brewing as someone tried to push their way through the throng of demons. Curses and muttered swears caught the annoyed attention of the moth. Reluctance to tear his gaze from his prized pet Valentino turned to see what the fuck was going on. This better be important or someone was getting their asses culled for interrupting. Spotting his bouncer shoving his way through the crowd caused the moth's grin to twitch in mild confusion. The fuck?
Looking white as a sheet the shaken security guard fell at Val's feet, puffing between his words to catch his breath, "Boss, we're in deep shit. The Radio De-"
The poor thing barely got a word in edgewise before the pulsating beat warped into some ole ragtime shit and the inky black deer shadow morphed menacingly on stage behind its performer. A befuddled murmur fell upon the patrons thinking this was all apart of the show but Valentino was suddenly on his feet. The grin he once had was now replaced with a sour grimace. He knew exactly what this shit was. After all this time, why now did the Radio Demon decide to make a move against him? He had fucking balls to come waltzin' in his turf. If he thought he was going to have an easy fight, the deer had another thing coming. Val's pointed teeth were clinched in fury as red smoke seeped between the cracks.
It took awhile for Angel to notice that the music had shifted. The drugs had enveloped him in a happy haze. Rolling around on his back, feeling the beat through his skin, his eyes fluttered open to see a dark figure looming over him. A... deer? Fuck him, he must be high as shit. He swore that Alastor was the farthest thing on his mind, right? But something felt off. The money stopped flowin' and he sat up to see Val on his feet and glaring. Oh shit.... this was real. And Val was real pissed. Angel had only seen his pimp act like this a handful of times and it was never a good sign for things to follow.
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Looking white as a sheet the shaken security guard fell at Val's feet, puffing between his words to catch his breath, "Boss, we're in deep shit. The Radio De-"
The poor thing barely got a word in edgewise before the pulsating beat warped into some ole ragtime shit and the inky black deer shadow morphed menacingly on stage behind its performer. A befuddled murmur fell upon the patrons thinking this was all apart of the show but Valentino was suddenly on his feet. The grin he once had was now replaced with a sour grimace. He knew exactly what this shit was. After all this time, why now did the Radio Demon decide to make a move against him? He had fucking balls to come waltzin' in his turf. If he thought he was going to have an easy fight, the deer had another thing coming. Val's pointed teeth were clinched in fury as red smoke seeped between the cracks.
It took awhile for Angel to notice that the music had shifted. The drugs had enveloped him in a happy haze. Rolling around on his back, feeling the beat through his skin, his eyes fluttered open to see a dark figure looming over him. A... deer? Fuck him, he must be high as shit. He swore that Alastor was the farthest thing on his mind, right? But something felt off. The money stopped flowin' and he sat up to see Val on his feet and glaring. Oh shit.... this was real. And Val was real pissed. Angel had only seen his pimp act like this a handful of times and it was never a good sign for things to follow.