Valentino's cocky sneer contorted as Alastor hit the nail straight on the head. Though he wasn't lying about the porn star sniveling the demon's pet name between sessions. And he was curious to see the other demon's reaction to the news. But his what he got was underwhelming and it pissed him off. He was growing bored of their pissing match.

"I ain't waitin' on nobody. Your voice is startin' to pluck my last nerve. Its time for you to leave."

The moth inhaled sharply, his chest swelling with the murky air of the club. In one giant breath the room was suddenly filled in murky crimson mist, which those mouths unshielded sucked into their lungs. The pleasant poison. Angel, whose face was currently buried in the shadow beast's fur was spared. One by one the demons' eyes flashed glowing red and they turned a pointed glare at Alastor.

"Get him." Val buzzed as chaos descended on Al.