In a matter of minutes, the once ritzy ass club was being reduced to shambles. Bullets riddled the walls with holes, and the dance floor was covered in a sea of mix-match entrails. Even if they made it out the other side, the haunting broadcast was going to cast a dark shadow over the establishment. This was going to hurt his bottom line.

Valentino flashed his glowing teeth as the radio demon teleported in front of him. It royal pissed him off seeing that smug ass grin on his face. This was his place. The cane in his right hand wasn't just for show and with a flourish, he unsheathed the long silver blade with a metallic ring and he held it out in front of him.

"You crossed the wrong motherfucker. I hope ya know you ain't doing shit to help little Angel Cakes. I'm goin' work that ass twice as hard to make up for this." Val spat back heated before charging Alastor.