When his handed pasted through thin air, Angel staggered a bit needing a moment to catch himself before spinning around to shoot Alastor a glare. Look at that stupid smug look on his face. Cocky bastard. The deer had always been a squirrely one to pin down, but two can play at this game. Angel knew how he worker.
"A little!?" Angel scoffed back indignantly. "I've been cooped on in this shit hole for two months, Al. Two whole fucking months! I'm about to double die from how bored and horny I am cause of you."
Narrowing his eyes at Alastor, Angel reached down to grab the hem of his skirt. With steely cold determination behind his gaze, the spider slowly pulled up exposing what little thigh that wasn't out for Jesus and the world to see.
"Only gonna warn you once. Hand me my phone back or I'm stripping to roll my naked ass all over your nice clean sheets."
Alastor's head snapped up from the screen. His grin widened. "Don't you dare."
It wasn't an idle threat on either of their parts. Though Alastor would probably need to have Niffty put in some extra elbow grease regardless of who won the standoff.
Not backing down, Angel continued to stare straight into Alastor's eyes as he deliberately kept retreating the hem further up. The roundness of his ass was starting to peek out from the baby pink uniform making his lacey black thong stick all the more out.
"Try me Smiles." Oh, he was born ready. He put on nice panties for a reason today.
For a moment, Angel's hands stop. Though his eyes never felt the radio demons. The spider wasn't going to give in. Nudity was nothing. That phone however....
"If ya hand over my phone, I'll stop. Otherwise, you got to come over here and make me." Aaaaaand the skirt hiking resumed.
Alastor's eyes narrowed, weighing his options. He glanced towards his shadow, but the dark specter simply grinned at him. Clearly, it was enjoying the show.
He refocused on Angel. How to get him to lower his skirt without (A) giving up the phone or (B) touching anything inappropriate...?
"Tick tock Smiles~" Angel said in a sickling sweet tone as the hem was nearly at his waists by now. That lacey black thong looked hauntingly familiar. "I'm goin' to whip the whole thing off if ya don't hurry~ One...... Two.... Thr-"
Just as he was about to hoist the skimpy uniform up and over his head in one foul swoop, Angel's luck had ran out and that blasted phone buzzed in Alastor's claws. Motherfuck-
The little screen lit up as the notification flashed across the porn star's lockscreen. Whose image appeared to be of him taking a stealth selfie of himself with a giant shit eating grin and something red distorted by static against his chest. But the black text box in the center of the screen made it hard to make out. In bold white letters it clearly read as:
15 Missed Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater' Limp Dick Shiteater: Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
The buzzing of the phone caught Alastor by surprise, so focused was he on their little standoff. He fumbled with the phone for a moment before looking down at it.
The lockscreen was certainly strange, but he had no time to focus on it. Instead, he read over the texts.
"15 texts from him. All today? My, he is desperate, isn't he?"
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Panic gripped the spider as he didn't even bother to yank his skirt back down before he made a move towards Alastor. While it was having a notification party down his dress, Angel didn't know what all that bastard sent him. Fuck, worse timing ever. He needed to stop Al from reading all those-
But even now, it was too late. Alastor had tapped the '15 unread' and they all inscrolled out.
Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater' Daddy's Home~ Did ya miss me, Angel Cakes? Heard you've been locked away since I've been gone. Its cute ya think you can escape me so easily. Did you forget one who I am? Think its time I remind ya. There are other ways to get at you, babe. [image].IMG Just. [image].IMG Look. [image].IMG At. [image].IMG THEM~ So oblivious. So vulnerable. So easy... My eyes are everywhere. If ya don't want my men to go after your little friends... We need to talk. Face to face. Don't keep me waiting~ Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
Alastor's smile was frozen in place, his eyes morphing into radio dials as he looked at them. Charlie. Vaggie. Husk. Niffty.
None of Alastor, obviously. Apparently even with the moth's proverbial blade at their throats, Valentino's people wouldn't risk pissing off the Radio Demon by snapping unwanted photos. Or perhaps someone had snapped a photograph but the pixelation had made it unrecognizable.
No matter. What this was a threat. One that Alastor would not take lightly.
This wasn't his territory, but these were his people.
"Perhaps we should pay him another visit. Bid him congratulations on a speedy recovery. Perhaps I'll disembowel him again."
Reaching Alastor's side Angel could see that it was all too late. Everything was out in the open for all to see. Grabbing the deer's forearm he yanked it up so he could see the messages that were unseen to him before. The spider's eyes fluttered, growing intense with seething rage. That spineless donkey fucker. Threatening his friends. That bastard knew he didn't care what happened to him.... He knew how close he had gotten with these bunch of misfit assholes, even if he was unwilling to admit it to their faces.
"The hell you are!" Angel snatched his phone back, holding it flush against his chest. This was exactly the reason why he didn't want Al to see. He would fly off he handle again. "You're still hurt! The only thing you'll be doing is getting your ass back in bed. Ya know he's not going to be alone with time. Vox and Velvet are probably with him."
"All the more reason to meet with him: To prove to all three of them that the Cleanse was a minor setback."
Alastor's shadow friends were swirling about, getting just as riled up as Alastor himself. Red eldritch symbols blazed in the air as Alastor's righteous anger boiled up.
"And if necessary, the three of them will make excellent examples that my debut was no fluke."
"No Al!" Angel's voice reverberated sternly off the walls in that tiny hotel room. It wasn't fear in his tone... but deathly serious expression was etched on his face like a stone statue. A pregnant paused passed between them, the spider clutching his Hellphone tightly in his claws before his brows softened ever so slightly.
"Like I said, this ain't about you." Taking a beat to shake his head. "You were right in your letter that we don't know shit about what the future might whole for us sinners down here. One day you might be gone. I can't keep hiding behind your coattails when shit hits the fan." Angel glanced away with a soft sigh. "This is somethin' I gotta do for myself."
The forceful "no" startled Alastor. His ears pricked straight up as he stared at Angel, wide grin less malevolent and holding...respect? Yes, that was it. Respect. It seemed those two months out of Valentino's grip had strengthened Angel's spine somewhat.
He could still clearly remember the way the spider clutched at him as they'd gone through the mall, how hard it was to convince him that Alastor could keep him safe. Not that he'd blamed Angel in the least for his fear. He knew from experience just how hard it was to walk away from an abuser.
Not just from watching his mother, either. As much as he loved the woman, she'd hardly been a saint. Alastor wasn't the only one in his family in Hell for a reason.
He struggled for an answer. (How funny! The Radio Demon was speechless for once!)
When Alastor didn't respond, Angel lifted his eyes to stare at him. Really? Nothing? No rebuttal? How unusual for the usual chatty radio host. Normally he had his own two cents to toss in, if not the whole damn dollar. But he could see the look on the other demon's face.
Reaching down to pull his skirt back into its proper place, the spider drew closer to Alastor to place a careful hand on his shoulder. Craning his head to get on the shorter demon's level, Angel gave him a questioning look.
"You trust me, don't cha? I have no intention on being that moth's bottom bitch any more. That binder has given me a way out. And besides..." Angel cracked a grin, pulling away. "If I don't return, you don't have to worry about my little confession."
"...I do trust you," Alastor said slowly, "but this threat from Valentino has made the situation far more complicated than you realize. I'm willing to let you take the lead but I have to be there. Even without this..." Alastor pulled out his watch and popped the case to show the picture of the group. "...I have Deals with Husk and Niffty. I keep my contracts simple to make the terms easy to keep track of, and I do so by doing what most Deal Makers don't:
"The bind goes both ways."
Husk had called it "mutually-assured destruction" though that wasn't quite the same concept: Just as his contractee could be directly compelled to uphold their end of the bargain, Alastor could be directly compelled by the contract to uphold his. It was also why he actually didn't have that many contractees who were as bound as tightly to him as Husk and Niffty. It kept things relatively simple, uncomplicated in his already messy afterlife.
He struggled for a moment, trying to explain. "Husk is partially deaf in his left ear, leftovers from when he was alive. Niffty is brilliant with a knife but only having one eye makes it difficult for her to focus on anything but what's in front of her."
When he, Husk, and Niffty went out to cause trouble together, they had a very particular formation: Alastor in the middle with Husk to his right and Niffty to his left. Most assumed it was just two people flanking their boss.
No, the arrangement put Niffty in easy reach of a free hand in case she needed to get yanked away from trouble while Alastor's sharp ears did the job of Husk's weak left one.
"Now that I'm aware that he's threatening them for something other than their own mistakes, their contracts will compel me to do everything in my power to allay the threat."
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"A little!?" Angel scoffed back indignantly. "I've been cooped on in this shit hole for two months, Al. Two whole fucking months! I'm about to double die from how bored and horny I am cause of you."
Narrowing his eyes at Alastor, Angel reached down to grab the hem of his skirt. With steely cold determination behind his gaze, the spider slowly pulled up exposing what little thigh that wasn't out for Jesus and the world to see.
"Only gonna warn you once. Hand me my phone back or I'm stripping to roll my naked ass all over your nice clean sheets."
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It wasn't an idle threat on either of their parts. Though Alastor would probably need to have Niffty put in some extra elbow grease regardless of who won the standoff.
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"Try me Smiles." Oh, he was born ready. He put on nice panties for a reason today.
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"My dear Angel, I'd suggest that you kindly lower your skirt."
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"If ya hand over my phone, I'll stop. Otherwise, you got to come over here and make me." Aaaaaand the skirt hiking resumed.
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He refocused on Angel. How to get him to lower his skirt without (A) giving up the phone or (B) touching anything inappropriate...?
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Just as he was about to hoist the skimpy uniform up and over his head in one foul swoop, Angel's luck had ran out and that blasted phone buzzed in Alastor's claws. Motherfuck-
The little screen lit up as the notification flashed across the porn star's lockscreen. Whose image appeared to be of him taking a stealth selfie of himself with a giant shit eating grin and something red distorted by static against his chest. But the black text box in the center of the screen made it hard to make out. In bold white letters it clearly read as:
15 Missed Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater'
Limp Dick Shiteater: Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
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The lockscreen was certainly strange, but he had no time to focus on it. Instead, he read over the texts.
"15 texts from him. All today? My, he is desperate, isn't he?"
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But even now, it was too late. Alastor had tapped the '15 unread' and they all inscrolled out.
Messages from 'Limp Dick Shiteater'
Daddy's Home~
Did ya miss me, Angel Cakes?
Heard you've been locked away since I've been gone.
Its cute ya think you can escape me so easily. Did you forget one who I am? Think its time I remind ya.
There are other ways to get at you, babe.
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Just.
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Look.
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At.
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THEM~
So oblivious. So vulnerable. So easy...
My eyes are everywhere.
If ya don't want my men to go after your little friends...
We need to talk.
Face to face.
Don't keep me waiting~
Don't ignore me, Angel Cakes. My patience is thin.
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None of Alastor, obviously. Apparently even with the moth's proverbial blade at their throats, Valentino's people wouldn't risk pissing off the Radio Demon by snapping unwanted photos. Or perhaps someone had snapped a photograph but the pixelation had made it unrecognizable.
No matter. What this was a threat. One that Alastor would not take lightly.
This wasn't his territory, but these were his people.
"Perhaps we should pay him another visit. Bid him congratulations on a speedy recovery. Perhaps I'll disembowel him again."
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"The hell you are!" Angel snatched his phone back, holding it flush against his chest. This was exactly the reason why he didn't want Al to see. He would fly off he handle again. "You're still hurt! The only thing you'll be doing is getting your ass back in bed. Ya know he's not going to be alone with time. Vox and Velvet are probably with him."
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Alastor's shadow friends were swirling about, getting just as riled up as Alastor himself. Red eldritch symbols blazed in the air as Alastor's righteous anger boiled up.
"And if necessary, the three of them will make excellent examples that my debut was no fluke."
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"Like I said, this ain't about you." Taking a beat to shake his head. "You were right in your letter that we don't know shit about what the future might whole for us sinners down here. One day you might be gone. I can't keep hiding behind your coattails when shit hits the fan." Angel glanced away with a soft sigh. "This is somethin' I gotta do for myself."
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He could still clearly remember the way the spider clutched at him as they'd gone through the mall, how hard it was to convince him that Alastor could keep him safe. Not that he'd blamed Angel in the least for his fear. He knew from experience just how hard it was to walk away from an abuser.
Not just from watching his mother, either. As much as he loved the woman, she'd hardly been a saint. Alastor wasn't the only one in his family in Hell for a reason.
He struggled for an answer. (How funny! The Radio Demon was speechless for once!)
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Reaching down to pull his skirt back into its proper place, the spider drew closer to Alastor to place a careful hand on his shoulder. Craning his head to get on the shorter demon's level, Angel gave him a questioning look.
"You trust me, don't cha? I have no intention on being that moth's bottom bitch any more. That binder has given me a way out. And besides..." Angel cracked a grin, pulling away. "If I don't return, you don't have to worry about my little confession."
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"The bind goes both ways."
Husk had called it "mutually-assured destruction" though that wasn't quite the same concept: Just as his contractee could be directly compelled to uphold their end of the bargain, Alastor could be directly compelled by the contract to uphold his. It was also why he actually didn't have that many contractees who were as bound as tightly to him as Husk and Niffty. It kept things relatively simple, uncomplicated in his already messy afterlife.
He struggled for a moment, trying to explain. "Husk is partially deaf in his left ear, leftovers from when he was alive. Niffty is brilliant with a knife but only having one eye makes it difficult for her to focus on anything but what's in front of her."
When he, Husk, and Niffty went out to cause trouble together, they had a very particular formation: Alastor in the middle with Husk to his right and Niffty to his left. Most assumed it was just two people flanking their boss.
No, the arrangement put Niffty in easy reach of a free hand in case she needed to get yanked away from trouble while Alastor's sharp ears did the job of Husk's weak left one.
"Now that I'm aware that he's threatening them for something other than their own mistakes, their contracts will compel me to do everything in my power to allay the threat."