All the ugly emotions he had been stewing in silence on the car ride over came bubbling to the surface. All the anger, and that bitterness tore at him. Angel's head snapped up to give the deer a cold glare.
"I'm your 'toy' and you don't like it when 'people brake them'. Its the same old bullshit! This is all about your God damn pride! You couldn't handle that someone else has control over what you think is yours. It has nothing to do with the real me or what I want. I didn't want any of this! This is the exact opposite of what I wanted! I guarantee if I was slapped around by some John, which news flash, I have been, you wouldn't have blinked an eye. But the fact that is was Val, the egotistical dick who has my soul contract Val, is what pissed you off. Now you started a pissing match with the Three Vs! The saving grace about this hotel is that it's ran by Charlie, the fucking princess of Hell. So do you know what they are going to turn their focus on?" Angel sat up to jab a boney finger into Alastor's chest.
"Me, Alastor, me. I can't hide in this hotel forever. Val is going to come for me. If he ever gets his hands on me again he'll lock me up for good. But that's probably what you want, right? Sinners falling back into the flame. This whole fucking place is a God damn joke to you! All this shit over me. ME. I'm..."
Angel withdrew into himself to clutch at his arms again.
"I'm worthless. I'm nothing. If I die again all this would just go away. I would be free and no one would miss me." Angel tried to conceal a sniffle as he pulled off Alastor's jacket, roughly chucking it aimed at his stupid deer face. "Take you stupid jacket and leave me alone."
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All the ugly emotions he had been stewing in silence on the car ride over came bubbling to the surface. All the anger, and that bitterness tore at him. Angel's head snapped up to give the deer a cold glare.
"I'm your 'toy' and you don't like it when 'people brake them'. Its the same old bullshit! This is all about your God damn pride! You couldn't handle that someone else has control over what you think is yours. It has nothing to do with the real me or what I want. I didn't want any of this! This is the exact opposite of what I wanted! I guarantee if I was slapped around by some John, which news flash, I have been, you wouldn't have blinked an eye. But the fact that is was Val, the egotistical dick who has my soul contract Val, is what pissed you off. Now you started a pissing match with the Three Vs! The saving grace about this hotel is that it's ran by Charlie, the fucking princess of Hell. So do you know what they are going to turn their focus on?" Angel sat up to jab a boney finger into Alastor's chest.
"Me, Alastor, me. I can't hide in this hotel forever. Val is going to come for me. If he ever gets his hands on me again he'll lock me up for good. But that's probably what you want, right? Sinners falling back into the flame. This whole fucking place is a God damn joke to you! All this shit over me. ME. I'm..."
Angel withdrew into himself to clutch at his arms again.
"I'm worthless. I'm nothing. If I die again all this would just go away. I would be free and no one would miss me." Angel tried to conceal a sniffle as he pulled off Alastor's jacket, roughly chucking it aimed at his stupid deer face. "Take you stupid jacket and leave me alone."