Simultaneously all the patrons' head snapped back around to see the eerie glow of a menacing sneer. The Radio Demon. The club erupted in panicked buzzing as the realization their peep show had come to an end and saw that the only exit was blocked by shadow. They were all stuck like sheep in a slaughter house. Through dulled senses, the whole scene felt like Angel was viewing the chaos through a filtered lens. Even though it was happening it just didn't feel real. Like he was completely disjointed from his own body.

In stunned silence Angel's eyes were glued on Alastor the moment he walked in. Everything else faded off into the background noise. Why? Why was he here? Angel thought he slipped out without anyone noticing. Fuckin' Val and his pimp mobile. If Angel wasn't so toasted right now, there might have been a twinge of shame having the deer see him in such a sorry state.

"...Ala...stor?" His faint crackled voice probably never reached the deer's ear over the ocean of noise, but it definitely caught the attention of the Big V.

Through it all, Valentino stood firm clenching his fists into tight balls. He had heard through the grapevines the staticy bitch moved into the hotel that Angel was hidin' out in. But he never thought he would be touchin' things that ain't his. More crimson smog curled from his teeth as she anger rose.

"You got some brass balls walkin' in here bustin' up my shit." Valentino's raspy voice hissed dangerously, "You ain't the only one who got friends." Red eyes gleamed as his men sprung from the wood work, weapons in hand. Even the two female demons who were showering Val with affection were suddenly armed. "I ain't a patient man so I'm only going to say this once. Get the FUCK out or I'll make you."