Angel sat as still as he could to allow Alastor finish his work, with a few stray flinches as he passed over the super tender spots. But again, after a while, the pain he had once felt begun so subside. His body was already feel worlds better. His mental state, that was a different story.
Sitting alone in his room with the deer.... It was nice, even if Alastor had his own selfish reasons behind the kind gesture. When he thought Alastor had concluded his handy work, Angel let the peaceful silence stretch between them before slowing opening his eyes. He didn't lift his head to met the other demon's eyes. Instead, they were was downcast to stare intently at the little pig that had fallen fast asleep in his arms.
"Say... For what its worth... Thanks.... for helpin'." Angel absent mindedly stroked the piglet's head.
There. Finished. And a good thing, too, as Angel began opening his eyes. He sat ramrod straight, eyes flicking over Angel one more time to make sure that he hadn't missed any places. It was a strange silence but not an uncomfortable one. For all of the noise that accompanied Alastor, there was something to be said for quiet.
And then Angel thanked him.
Alastor's ears pricked upwards, twitching periodically as he tried to process what he'd just heard. Someone thanking him. It was such a rare thing. After all, his reputation was one of terror and bloodshed and warnings to run very fast in the opposite direction the moment someone saw him.
"I...you're welcome...?"
The sound of a radio swinging uncertainly between channels accompanied the stilted response. The words tasted strange on his tongue. He'd said them before long, long ago, but it'd been so long that the phrase had turned rusty.
Oh my fucking god. This whole situation was getting hella uncomfortable for the porn star. What was with all these raw emotions he was having? And even Al was being so fucking nice in his own weird way? He felt like he walked into the Twilight Zone. Shit, he needed to restore some sense of normalcy, fast. He had a reputation to maintain.
Turning his gaze upwards, Angel gave Alastor one of his classic shit eating grins of his, almost looking like his usual self. "So is this the part where you comfort fuck me to overwrite the memories of another man's hands all over your property or what?"
Alastor's ears twitched backwards. "Not even in your wildest dreams."
He rose from his seat, snapping the lid back on the Tupperware container. There was still quite a bit of the poultice left. He then held it out to Angel.
"Here, you degenerate. Don't forget to reapply this in a few hours on any remaining cuts or swelling."
Ah there was the Alastor he knew and liked? Maybe? Ugh, fuck that. Yet he felt he could push things a little further. Just to really make sure their status quo was firmly in place.
Shifting on his bed to his knees, he rose with a sultry chuckle. Angel reached out to place both his hands squarely over top of Alastor's which held out the small container while maintaining prolong eye contact through half lidded eyes. And as if that wasn't enough if ruffle his fur, the spider hovered in real close to peck the tip of the deer's nose.
"Thanks, babe~" Angel teased. "I'll think about you when I touch myself."
Then he quickly retreated back to his bed, tupperware in hand.
Alastor's grin widened as his eyes narrowed, ears now flat against his skull.
"Don't ever say that again to me."
He could feel the flustered blush starting to tint his cheeks as red as his hair. With that, he teleported away, back to the relative safety of his room.
There. He knew where Angel was. The situation was back under control. The status quo restored. The spiders beneath his skin finally stopped their tap-dancing.
However, when he laid back on his bed, he still found it impossible to sleep. He groaned and buried his face in his hands as the embarrassed blush overtook him.
As Alastor made his hasty get away, the moment the demon teleported away, so did Angel's bullshit bravado. The smirk on his face vanished like it was never there in the first place. Again, Angel found himself deserted in that suffocating silence of his tiny room. This is what he wanted, right? The weight of everything crept back to smother him and the plastic tub fell mutely to the covers.
Putting on his guise was utterly exhausting and he slumped back down to rest his head on the cool pillow completely spent. But no sleep would come for him tonight. The repulsive sensation of those dirty hands still haunted him. Angel felt sick knowing that in a few days time that he would have to walk back into that lion's den. Valentino made it painfully clear about what would happen if he went against his wishes. He wouldn't only come after him but... the people around him.
"Fuck..." Angel hissed, his eyes clouding with tears for the millionth time tonight.
There was something comforting in the normalcy over the next few days. Everything was as it should be, even the parts Alastor personally didn't care for. He enjoyed being entertained but there was something to be said of having some sort of normal if it meant that it wasn't his typical version of normal.
He was getting too used to having people around him. Things were going well. Where was that blasted other shoe?
Alastor hummed along with the music his internal receiver had picked up on as he sipped his coffee. He and Charlie had gone over the budget regarding some of the upcoming larger repairs. Some parts of it he'd do with his magic, but Charlie had been insistent that the majority had to be done through good old fashioned hard work. After all, how could she expect her patrons to put in the effort if she herself wasn't? (Admirable in its own way but honestly she was biting off more than she could chew. Ah well. She'd come around and ask for more of his help soon enough.)
Where was his goddamn Oscar? For the past few days, Angel has been putting on the performance of his life. The mopey sad sack self from yester year was just a figment of Alastor's imagination. He made up some bullshit excuse about his sudden disappearance to Charlie. Something about him going on a five day bender and lost track of time because he was so high. Of course Charlie was disappointed in his behavior, but honestly, he was used to it. It was far better than her knowing the truth, that he was held captive by his abusive pimp in his fucking sex dungeon strung up like a birthday balloon for his personal amusement. And thanks to Alastor's voodoo magic shit, he looked almost good as new.
But today, Angel woke up with a cold pit in his guts. Tonight was the night he had to return or face a repeat performance. Thankfully he knew that today Al and Charlie was going to have some boring ass meeting about the welfare of the hotel. Crap that didn't involve him. He was just going to waltz out like it was your average day and no one would be the wiser.
Slinking down the stairs, Angel made his way to the ground floor to prance his ass straight out those doors when a humming caught his attention. Glancing back he saw the radio demon enjoying a piping hot cup of coffee at Husker's bar. Was their meeting already over? Well shit...
Not to raise suspensions, Angel flashed a toothy grin. "Evening Smiles~"
Alastor looked up from his coffee, giving the spider a bemused look. "Heading out, I see. Should we be expecting you before or after sunrise?"
The usual jabs. Nice and normal. Honestly as much as Angel's profession got under Alastor's skin, he kept the scathing remarks to first degree burns. The world's oldest profession could continue on so long as Alastor didn't have to participate.
Yes good, their classic back and forth. If he could slip past Alastor without raising any red flags, he could sure as shit trick Charlie. But truthfully, he didn't know how long he would be out for. A few hours, the next morning, the next few days... It really hinged on Val's mood.
"Aww, are you worried?" Angel batted his eyes mockingly. "Well don't wait up if that's what you're askin'. Don't know when I'm coming back."
Alastor rolled his eyes. "After sunrise then. Noted." He waved a hand as if shooing away a particularly annoying fly. "I'm looking forward to a night without your crass invitations!"
Near as he could figure, it was some sort of game to Angel. A game Alastor didn't enjoy playing. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing. Particularly given he always got the vague impression when he decided to end the game by leaving Angel to his vulgar devices that it was giving Angel the victory.
For a split second Angel's expression faltered. Oh man, you have no idea the hell he was about to walk into tonight. After that night they spent together, Angel had a suspicion if Alastor caught wind on him leaving to see Val, he might try to pull something. Fuck, he didn't know why he keeps trying to shield the massive deer dick from his bullshit.
"Admit it, Smiles~ You're going to miss me~" Angel smirked, blowing Alastor a kiss before flinging the doors of the hotel open to slip on out.
Safe, he did it. Now time to- Angel waivered in the driveway seeing that damned pink limo creeping its way up. What the shit? Did Valentino not trust him to show up on his own? If anyone saw... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
The limo stopped in front of Angel and the back door lazily swung open in a twist of red smoke. Sitting pretty in the back seat like nothing happened was that damned prick.
"Get in." Val's harsh tone sliced through him. It was not a request.
"Yes Val." Angel bowed his head in compliance as he crawled inside. Valentino's hands were all over him in an instant, pulling him close to forcefully shove that slimy tongue down his throat before the doors shut and the limo sped off.
Ever since Alastor had come to the Happy Hotel, the little shadow creatures that were drawn to the deer demon had a tendency to hang around as well. They flitted about from shadow to shadow, watching the inhabitants of the hotel with equal parts curiosity and amusement. Sometimes they liked to play tricks on the demons living there. Mostly harmless things like moving things around.
This also meant that they acted as Alastor's extra eyes and ears even when he didn't specifically ask them to. They weren't bound to the Radio Demon like his personal shadow, but they liked Alastor. He always included them in his mischief, meaning the shadows thought he was great fun the vast majority of the time.
One of the shadows was watching Hell go by from beneath one of the eaves outside the hotel when it spied an unfamiliar limousine pull up in front of where Angel had just exited the building. The door opened, yet nothing but red smoke exited the vehicle, further drawing the shadow's curiosity. It watched as Angel hesitated with obvious discomfort and then ultimately got into the garishly pink machine. If this was some sort of game, it didn't look like one that Angel wanted to play. The last time the shadow had seen that had been a few days ago when Alastor had asked the shadow creatures to keep an eye out for Angel who'd been missing. If Angel went missing again, its deer friend would be upset.
It slipped into the hotel, seeking the Radio Demon.
---
Alastor's ears pricked at the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by the squeal of tires. It was probably nothing. Everything was fine.
...The spiders were starting to tap dance beneath his skin again.
Angel didn't have a car. Charlie didn't let anyone use her limo without asking. Yet it sounded like a car had been waiting for when Angel had stepped out. A client that had set something up ahead of time?
Or worse.
He stared into his half-empty coffee cup, the rich flavor suddenly tasting like muddy bayou water. He subconsciously rubbed at his arm while his ears twitched erratically.
One of the playful little shadow creatures appeared before him, chittering in his head as it transformed into the silhouette of Angel with a distressed look on his face. Alastor went shock still as he listened to the details: a strange pink limousine with red smoke.
Alastor's coffee mug cracked as the hand still gripping it clenched it.
"Thank you, my friend, for bringing this to my attention. Will you and the others let me know if he beats me back here?" He held out a ball of swirling green magic about the size of a golf ball to the shadow which it eagerly took, shifting back into its normal, vaguely-impish shape.
Then Alastor teleported away, leaving the half-finished coffee abandoned. He arrived in front of Valentino's studio, smile tightening with disgust. It would've been nice to teleport directly to Angel's location, but unfortunately Valentino wasn't a fool: His building was one of the ones warded against scrying. Alastor would've teleported in completely blind and could end up merged into a wall.
Well, appearing out front where people started emptying the street en masse meant stealth wasn't an option. Alastor's shadow leaned over his shoulder.
"Find Angel."
The shadow swooped into the building as Alastor followed at a more sedate pace.
Inside the den of sin was bathed in dim rosy hues, the atmosphere soaked in debauchery. The music was dark and primal and the deep base thrummed through your chest. The main floor was packed to the gills with its depraved patrons who were primarily localized around the long center stage that divided the room. Although there was some small demon preforming, most of the clientele were preoccupied partaking in the copious amounts of booze and bodies. Through all the buzz, a distinctive brassy reverberating chuckle rises to the top. Sitting on his throne at the end of the center stage was the king pin himself, Valentino. Draped in the affections of two female demons, the moth basked in the glow of his empire. But there was no sign of the spider.
Back of the stage through a narrow corridor were the changing rooms for the entertainment. At the end of the row was a bright pink door with 'Angel Dust' written in curly red lettering. Just beyond that thin piece of wood was the man himself. Preening himself in front of his large vanity, Angel had already changed into his costume. If you wanted to call that meager scrap of hot pink fabric that barely preserved any sort of decency a costume. Besides his slender waist and legs, every inch of his vivid pink markings were on full display.
On the car ride over to the club, Angel didn't know what drugs his pimp forced on him but frankly, at this point, he didn't care. That pleasant poison pulsed through his veins making every little touch feel electric. Even the undesirable pawing drowned his brain in ecstasy. Which is going to prove useful for tonight's events. Staring in the reflection of his own drug glazed eyes, Angel smirked. God, he loved the high. Coming down was always the bitch.
A sharp rasp at the door made Angel flinch as a rasping voice barked from the other side, "Get that ass to the stage! You're on in five!"
That's his que~ Giving himself one last once over, Angel turned to stroll out the door.
A hush fell over the main hall as the red blush of the overhead lights faded, casting the room into near darkness. The patrons who had been engrossed in their own business all singularly turned their attention to center stage. Even Valentino shifted upon his throne, leaning forward with anticipation. A pair of heels clicked in the dark as Angel made his way on the stage. Taking his position in front the long silver pole, the spider inhaled deeply. The deep thrum of the bass kicked back in and pink lights flashed in the shape of a web silhouette Angel's form. The spider has arrived.
The house lights brighten, illuminating Angel as the beat of the music picked up. The intense lustful leering from the crowd burned into the demon, but all Angel could feel was the vibration of the bass throbbing in his ribcage. It was just him and the stage. Moving in time with the melody, Angel glided around the silver pole loving the breeze in his fur. Climbing up and down in a feat of strength and agility, it would have been quite impressive under different circumstance. There was a beauty to his movements with those long legs and slender arms. It was truly captivating. No wonder he was so popular. The audience erupted in whistles and crude cat calls as the porn star spun himself silly around the pole. Flashes of green caught Angel's eye. Money.
Sliding seductively down the pole Angel pranced down the steps on to the catwalk. Falling to his knees he crawled up to one wolf faced patron who gladly showed his appreciation by lacing his claws under the garter belt straps to fondle Angel's thighs, leaving behind a small cash tip in its wake. Up and down Angel went, more and more hands, more and more bits of green stuffed in odd places. One bold demon took this opportunity to get a healthy handful of the porn star's ass before leaving their tiny donation. But Angel didn't care. He wanted more. More. More.
When the main stage had still been dark, Alastor's shadow had found Angel. It relayed its findings back to its master, receiving an immediate response wreathed in ice cold static:
Sweep the studio. Learn every nook and cranny.
It mutely giggled in malicious glee to itself as smaller shadow creatures gathered to assist. These were locals to the area and had grown bored of the comings and goings of this place but it was the most excitement they typically saw. They'd picked up on Alastor's presence, eager to get in on the fun. This wasn't Alastor's favored hunting grounds. This was new and exciting, and they eagerly shared their intimate knowledge of Valentino's studio and clubs with Alastor's shadow who relayed the knowledge back to its master.
A new command came through their connection:
Get ready for a show.
Alastor's shadow silently reveled in evil delight. It had been far too long since the last grand performance. It was about time Alastor reminded those beneath the Pentagram that the only reason he wasn't running the place himself was due to lack of interest, not power. The Radio Demon's shadow shifted into the shape of a stag with red eyes and a grinning mouth. The small shadow creatures mutely cheered, darting about in their eagerness to join in the carnage they all hoped would follow.
---
Alastor walked with calm, confident strides towards Porn O Studios. He began humming along with a jaunty little tune that he'd come up with years ago as the radios across Hell began crackling with his arctic rage. His song hissed within the static, a hint that a major broadcast was potentially coming.
♪♫ Hello, it's nice to meet you! Can you tell me where I am? I don't know how I got here But I think I'm starting to understand. ♪♫
---
Across town Vox was suddenly inundated with virtual blackouts spreading rapidly across Pentagram City like an invisible tsunami. Anything using a wireless signal was suddenly jammed and unusable. Digital transmissions that typically flowed freely through the air died. His electric empire wasn't completely crumbling, but it would take hours to get things back to normal once the cause of these "blackouts" stopped.
He plugged himself in directly to the network via cable connection and started seeking the source. It took only a few moments to determine the cause. Had Vox's body possessed actual blood rather than coolant, it would've gone ice cold when he heard the song near-hidden in the static:
♪♫ I don't belong among the angels, But, darling, that's just fine with me! The things I did up there were high school, But now I'm going for my degree! ♪♫
Vox made sure to keep it very, very quiet, but the fact was that the wireless signals that flowed across the Pride Ring were ultimately Alastor's to command. Cellular signals, wifi, even television broadcast signals, they all ultimately relied on radio waves. And Alastor knew it, him having toyed with the radio waves as wireless technology grew ever more popular. Alastor had no interest in the modern conveniences piggybacking on his signal, but he liked to periodically remind Vox through localized virtual blackouts that he was well aware that, ultimately, Vox needed him.
Vox made a map of the virtual blackouts, searching for the epicenter. Had he any saliva, he would've choked on it as he saw just how massive the signal interruption truly was. It was all sweeping outward from one area but not one that Vox would've expected: the heart of Valentino's territory.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Without thinking, Vox disconnected the wire giving him a direct connection to the internet and pulled out his cellphone, dialing up Valentino to warn him. Belatedly, he remembered the lack of cell signal and cursed his lack of foresight in keeping an old fashioned handset nearby for just such emergencies. He could hear his employees panicking just outside his office as his empire shuddered. It'd take ages to push past them all, get to his car, and drive to the studio.
He prayed that Velvet was with Valentino. The three V's tried to stick together for a reason: The old overlords had fallen one-by-one as Alastor had wiped them out during his grand entrance to Hell. Valentino, Vox, and Velvet as a united front was a deterrent even to the older demon. Over the years, Alastor had gone largely quiet, occupied with more solo interests and performances. Vox now realized he and his fellow V's had gotten complacent, no longer constantly in each other's orbits. The deterrent was no longer effective.
And now the Radio Demon was on the warpath.
---
There was a long line of sinners outside Porn O Studios. It was easy to tell which demons had been in Hell the longest as they immediately picked up on the crackling radio static and the music weaving in and out of it:
♪♫ Hey! Sorry but you just got in my way! I promise, honey, I can feel your pain! And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit, Does that make me insane? ♪♫
Those who hadn't been in Hell as long were initially excited as the line got significantly shorter from suddenly fleeing demons. They attempted to call friends to tell them that the wait wasn't as long as normal only to find that there was no cell or wifi signal to be found. And then they heard the malevolent static and faint jaunty music, realizing that something Very Bad was about to happen.
The security guard outside the studio watched as the line vanished in moments, paling in horror as the humming deer demon emitting static and music approached. He tried his walkie talkie, but the signal didn't go through. So he did the reasonable thing: He fled inside and started shoving his way through the unaware throng in an attempt to reach his boss to warn him.
---
Behind Angel, a shadowy stag with red eyes stepped in front of the neon pink spiderweb lights. It grinned maliciously at Valentino. The bass music began warping as static and the faint echo of a completely different song began slowly overpowering it.
♪♫ Haven't been the same since I expired, But that doesn't mean that I plan to retire! And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire! ♪♫
Unaware of the approaching hellstorm that was making its way down town, Angel's provocative performance was still in full swing. All eyes were fervently on him. However towards the entrance of the club, a small disturbance was brewing as someone tried to push their way through the throng of demons. Curses and muttered swears caught the annoyed attention of the moth. Reluctance to tear his gaze from his prized pet Valentino turned to see what the fuck was going on. This better be important or someone was getting their asses culled for interrupting. Spotting his bouncer shoving his way through the crowd caused the moth's grin to twitch in mild confusion. The fuck?
Looking white as a sheet the shaken security guard fell at Val's feet, puffing between his words to catch his breath, "Boss, we're in deep shit. The Radio De-"
The poor thing barely got a word in edgewise before the pulsating beat warped into some ole ragtime shit and the inky black deer shadow morphed menacingly on stage behind its performer. A befuddled murmur fell upon the patrons thinking this was all apart of the show but Valentino was suddenly on his feet. The grin he once had was now replaced with a sour grimace. He knew exactly what this shit was. After all this time, why now did the Radio Demon decide to make a move against him? He had fucking balls to come waltzin' in his turf. If he thought he was going to have an easy fight, the deer had another thing coming. Val's pointed teeth were clinched in fury as red smoke seeped between the cracks.
It took awhile for Angel to notice that the music had shifted. The drugs had enveloped him in a happy haze. Rolling around on his back, feeling the beat through his skin, his eyes fluttered open to see a dark figure looming over him. A... deer? Fuck him, he must be high as shit. He swore that Alastor was the farthest thing on his mind, right? But something felt off. The money stopped flowin' and he sat up to see Val on his feet and glaring. Oh shit.... this was real. And Val was real pissed. Angel had only seen his pimp act like this a handful of times and it was never a good sign for things to follow.
Alastor stepped into the club, humming along with the jaunty tune now playing across every speaker. He stood, framed in the doorway, effectively blocking escape. The light behind him darkened as more shadow creatures came to join the fun. He could sense more of his army lingering in the shadows of the building, their giggles ringing in his head.
The shadow stag moved to step carefully over Angel, placing itself between him and Valentino per its master's silent order. Lightbulbs began to burst as the shadow creatures gleefully tore them from their sockets and hurl them to the ground, the only illumination coming from the spider web and the menacing grins of the Radio Demon and his shadow.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything~" he purred. "But I had urgent business, you see."
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."
Alastor's ear twitched in time with his shadow's as Angel called his name. Honestly, he hadn't seen the spider this bad off before. Not that he'd been beaten black and blue again but the drug haze...he'd never seen it that bad on Angel before.
It pissed him off.
But still he smiled, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as he walked towards the stage, still talking. He was deliberately turning his back to Valentino, insulting the man in his own territory.
"I'd be happy to leave your establishment. And I will. Once I've collected our wayward patron. Not a moment before."
One of Valentino's security made the mistake of rushing Alastor from behind, a knife poised to strike.
Alastor whipped around, long leg lashing out to send the man tumbling into him as he swept his claws up. There was a loud crack of shattering bones as Alastor's claws penetrated the guard's chest and grasped the heart. He then proceeded to effortlessly rip it out.
"Thank you for the snack," he purred before biting into it as casually one would an apple.
Alastor's shadow bent its head towards Angel, grinning at him.
Fucking disrespect this motherfucker was givin' him in his own joint. This was not going to stand. With so many eyes on the moth, if he let someone, even the Radio Demon himself, walk all over him he knew there was hell to pay. People be musclin' in on his turf thinkin' he's gone soft, weak. His street cred would be in the shitter. But when his fool of a guard suddenly attacked, everyone of his men lurched as Alastor ruthlessly ripped out the demon's heart. Visual sweat droplets formed around the moth's brow as his sneer twisted in discomfort.
"That doesn't belong to you." Valentino ground out. "He leaves when I say he can leave. And he's not done makin' up for all the lost revenue he's been skippin' out on payin'. So unless you plan on takin' his place and shaken' that ass of yours, Angel Cakes ain't goin' no where."
Meanwhile Angel has having some weird trip right now. He knew words were being said around him but they were just muffled sounds. He stared up at the shadow deer, which to everyone else was fucking scary as shit. But like some Disney fairytale princess his response to the murder deer was to reach up and stroke it gently on it snout as if it was one of his magical woodland friends come to help him sew a dress for the ball so he could fuck Prince Charming.
"I don't own him, no," Alastor cheerfully agreed. "But I don't like it when people break my toys." He turned his head to look directly at Valentino, grin widening to feral proportions. "If anything, Valentino, you have me to thank for him being able to take the stage at all after your last...session."
His shadow blinked in surprise as Angel stroked its snout. Well, this was a new sensation. Kind of pleasant, too. Though Angel probably wouldn't have been as appreciative. The shadow was ice cold to the touch.
Alastor could feel his magic itching to be unleashed. He always kept himself so tightly compressed. It would feel so good just to stretch...
It wasn't no secret that Angel has been touched but millions of different strangers' hands but something about known' that he had his grimy mitts pawin' all over his property pissed the moth beyond words. It was about control. He decided who got to touch 'em. His brows knitted tightly together broadcasting his utter distaste. But then... Valentino's whole demeanor shifted. It started out small but a vibrating laugh erupted from his gut in a plume of red mist and it shook the room. His men gave eachother weary glances as they chuckled along, unsure what their boss found so amusing about... any of this.
As the laughter fades, Val levels a sneer towards Alastor, "I see whats goin' on here. You've gone soft. Ain't that fucking precioussssss....." His voice trails as he makes steps down off his pedestal towards the main stage. "You fail to realize what power you think you have don't mean shit. He knows who he belongs to." Valentino's head snapped towards Angel as he barked. "Angel! Get that ass over here."
The ice cold form of the shadow deer actually felt... pleasant. The drugs were making his skin boil. But his dream bubble burst as the sharp snarl shook him from it, grounding him back to reality. Angel flinched, retracting his hand and turned to stare at Valentino.
"Y-yes Val." Angel stammered on autopilot, scrambling to his feet in an attempt to side skirt the shadowy obstruction.
The shadow deer silently pawed the stage as it kept blocking Angel from passing.
"Soft? Me?" Alastor began laughing at the idea, the sound unhinged. "Everyone knows I'm there to watch its denizens shoot for Heaven and fall back into the fire pits of failure! Angel himself was there when I told the princess."
Alastor turned to start walking towards Valentino, popping the last of the heart into his mouth as he did so. He swallowed.
"Hell is so boring. The hotel is such a delightful new source of entertainment. It's no fun when someone uninterested in the game interferes."
Alastor allowed his tight grip over his powers to loosen, its influence starting to spread across the club as black lighting bathed the room in neon shades. Deer motifs that had never been present before made themselves known. It wasn't much...yet...but he was giving a warning.
But simultaneously he was digging at not just Valentino but the three V's in general, arguably Lucifer as well. Hell and all its eternal torments was boring. Meaning the three V's didn't make things even slightly interesting. No, it was the often-mocked Princess of Hell and someone like Angel Dust that had peaked his interest.
And Alastor was known not to take kindly to those who went after things he saw as his.
Valentino's eyes shifted, glancing at the new shitty decor the Radio Demon decided to plaster his walls with. Speaking of the three Vs, where the fuck were they? He figured by now Vox would have gotten his shit together and called in the Calvary. Guess he had to keep stalling for time.
Making his way all the way down to the main stage Val paused with a hum, tilting his head at Al. "You don't sound all too convincin' to me. You spoutin' bullshit while your actions are spinning a different yarn." Val huffed snickering to himself. "I didn't know what Angel Cakes was muttering during our last private session. But seein' ya up close its all makin' sense to me. You must be 'Smiles', huh? Bet you didn't know he was cryin' for ya."
Quivering with anxiety, Angel was still trying to claw his way to Val's side. All he could think about was not wanting to be punished for going against his pimp's wishes again. Fuck, please don't beat me. Please don't r... Unable to worm his way past the murder deer Angel just plastered himself against its inky fur, clinging to its icy cold neck as he shivered.
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Sitting alone in his room with the deer.... It was nice, even if Alastor had his own selfish reasons behind the kind gesture. When he thought Alastor had concluded his handy work, Angel let the peaceful silence stretch between them before slowing opening his eyes. He didn't lift his head to met the other demon's eyes. Instead, they were was downcast to stare intently at the little pig that had fallen fast asleep in his arms.
"Say... For what its worth... Thanks.... for helpin'." Angel absent mindedly stroked the piglet's head.
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And then Angel thanked him.
Alastor's ears pricked upwards, twitching periodically as he tried to process what he'd just heard. Someone thanking him. It was such a rare thing. After all, his reputation was one of terror and bloodshed and warnings to run very fast in the opposite direction the moment someone saw him.
"I...you're welcome...?"
The sound of a radio swinging uncertainly between channels accompanied the stilted response. The words tasted strange on his tongue. He'd said them before long, long ago, but it'd been so long that the phrase had turned rusty.
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Turning his gaze upwards, Angel gave Alastor one of his classic shit eating grins of his, almost looking like his usual self. "So is this the part where you comfort fuck me to overwrite the memories of another man's hands all over your property or what?"
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He rose from his seat, snapping the lid back on the Tupperware container. There was still quite a bit of the poultice left. He then held it out to Angel.
"Here, you degenerate. Don't forget to reapply this in a few hours on any remaining cuts or swelling."
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and liked? Maybe? Ugh, fuck that.Yet he felt he could push things a little further. Just to really make sure their status quo was firmly in place.Shifting on his bed to his knees, he rose with a sultry chuckle. Angel reached out to place both his hands squarely over top of Alastor's which held out the small container while maintaining prolong eye contact through half lidded eyes. And as if that wasn't enough if ruffle his fur, the spider hovered in real close to peck the tip of the deer's nose.
"Thanks, babe~" Angel teased. "I'll think about you when I touch myself."
Then he quickly retreated back to his bed, tupperware in hand.
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"Don't ever say that again to me."
He could feel the flustered blush starting to tint his cheeks as red as his hair. With that, he teleported away, back to the relative safety of his room.
There. He knew where Angel was. The situation was back under control. The status quo restored. The spiders beneath his skin finally stopped their tap-dancing.
However, when he laid back on his bed, he still found it impossible to sleep. He groaned and buried his face in his hands as the embarrassed blush overtook him.
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Putting on his guise was utterly exhausting and he slumped back down to rest his head on the cool pillow completely spent. But no sleep would come for him tonight. The repulsive sensation of those dirty hands still haunted him. Angel felt sick knowing that in a few days time that he would have to walk back into that lion's den. Valentino made it painfully clear about what would happen if he went against his wishes. He wouldn't only come after him but... the people around him.
"Fuck..." Angel hissed, his eyes clouding with tears for the millionth time tonight.
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He was getting too used to having people around him. Things were going well. Where was that blasted other shoe?Alastor hummed along with the music his internal receiver had picked up on as he sipped his coffee. He and Charlie had gone over the budget regarding some of the upcoming larger repairs. Some parts of it he'd do with his magic, but Charlie had been insistent that the majority had to be done through good old fashioned hard work. After all, how could she expect her patrons to put in the effort if she herself wasn't? (Admirable in its own way but honestly she was biting off more than she could chew. Ah well. She'd come around and ask for more of his help soon enough.)
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But today, Angel woke up with a cold pit in his guts. Tonight was the night he had to return or face a repeat performance. Thankfully he knew that today Al and Charlie was going to have some boring ass meeting about the welfare of the hotel. Crap that didn't involve him. He was just going to waltz out like it was your average day and no one would be the wiser.
Slinking down the stairs, Angel made his way to the ground floor to prance his ass straight out those doors when a humming caught his attention. Glancing back he saw the radio demon enjoying a piping hot cup of coffee at Husker's bar. Was their meeting already over? Well shit...
Not to raise suspensions, Angel flashed a toothy grin. "Evening Smiles~"
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The usual jabs. Nice and normal. Honestly as much as Angel's profession got under Alastor's skin, he kept the scathing remarks to first degree burns. The world's oldest profession could continue on so long as Alastor didn't have to participate.
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"Aww, are you worried?" Angel batted his eyes mockingly. "Well don't wait up if that's what you're askin'. Don't know when I'm coming back."
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Near as he could figure, it was some sort of game to Angel. A game Alastor didn't enjoy playing. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing. Particularly given he always got the vague impression when he decided to end the game by leaving Angel to his vulgar devices that it was giving Angel the victory.
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"Admit it, Smiles~ You're going to miss me~" Angel smirked, blowing Alastor a kiss before flinging the doors of the hotel open to slip on out.
Safe, he did it. Now time to- Angel waivered in the driveway seeing that damned pink limo creeping its way up. What the shit? Did Valentino not trust him to show up on his own? If anyone saw... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
The limo stopped in front of Angel and the back door lazily swung open in a twist of red smoke. Sitting pretty in the back seat like nothing happened was that damned prick.
"Get in." Val's harsh tone sliced through him. It was not a request.
"Yes Val." Angel bowed his head in compliance as he crawled inside. Valentino's hands were all over him in an instant, pulling him close to forcefully shove that slimy tongue down his throat before the doors shut and the limo sped off.
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This also meant that they acted as Alastor's extra eyes and ears even when he didn't specifically ask them to. They weren't bound to the Radio Demon like his personal shadow, but they liked Alastor. He always included them in his mischief, meaning the shadows thought he was great fun the vast majority of the time.
One of the shadows was watching Hell go by from beneath one of the eaves outside the hotel when it spied an unfamiliar limousine pull up in front of where Angel had just exited the building. The door opened, yet nothing but red smoke exited the vehicle, further drawing the shadow's curiosity. It watched as Angel hesitated with obvious discomfort and then ultimately got into the garishly pink machine. If this was some sort of game, it didn't look like one that Angel wanted to play. The last time the shadow had seen that had been a few days ago when Alastor had asked the shadow creatures to keep an eye out for Angel who'd been missing. If Angel went missing again, its deer friend would be upset.
It slipped into the hotel, seeking the Radio Demon.
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Alastor's ears pricked at the sound of a car door slamming shut followed by the squeal of tires. It was probably nothing. Everything was fine.
...The spiders were starting to tap dance beneath his skin again.
Angel didn't have a car. Charlie didn't let anyone use her limo without asking. Yet it sounded like a car had been waiting for when Angel had stepped out. A client that had set something up ahead of time?
Or worse.
He stared into his half-empty coffee cup, the rich flavor suddenly tasting like muddy bayou water. He subconsciously rubbed at his arm while his ears twitched erratically.
One of the playful little shadow creatures appeared before him, chittering in his head as it transformed into the silhouette of Angel with a distressed look on his face. Alastor went shock still as he listened to the details: a strange pink limousine with red smoke.
Alastor's coffee mug cracked as the hand still gripping it clenched it.
"Thank you, my friend, for bringing this to my attention. Will you and the others let me know if he beats me back here?" He held out a ball of swirling green magic about the size of a golf ball to the shadow which it eagerly took, shifting back into its normal, vaguely-impish shape.
Then Alastor teleported away, leaving the half-finished coffee abandoned. He arrived in front of Valentino's studio, smile tightening with disgust. It would've been nice to teleport directly to Angel's location, but unfortunately Valentino wasn't a fool: His building was one of the ones warded against scrying. Alastor would've teleported in completely blind and could end up merged into a wall.
Well, appearing out front where people started emptying the street en masse meant stealth wasn't an option. Alastor's shadow leaned over his shoulder.
"Find Angel."
The shadow swooped into the building as Alastor followed at a more sedate pace.
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Back of the stage through a narrow corridor were the changing rooms for the entertainment. At the end of the row was a bright pink door with 'Angel Dust' written in curly red lettering. Just beyond that thin piece of wood was the man himself. Preening himself in front of his large vanity, Angel had already changed into his costume. If you wanted to call that meager scrap of hot pink fabric that barely preserved any sort of decency a costume. Besides his slender waist and legs, every inch of his vivid pink markings were on full display.
On the car ride over to the club, Angel didn't know what drugs his pimp forced on him but frankly, at this point, he didn't care. That pleasant poison pulsed through his veins making every little touch feel electric. Even the undesirable pawing drowned his brain in ecstasy. Which is going to prove useful for tonight's events. Staring in the reflection of his own drug glazed eyes, Angel smirked. God, he loved the high. Coming down was always the bitch.
A sharp rasp at the door made Angel flinch as a rasping voice barked from the other side, "Get that ass to the stage! You're on in five!"
That's his que~ Giving himself one last once over, Angel turned to stroll out the door.
A hush fell over the main hall as the red blush of the overhead lights faded, casting the room into near darkness. The patrons who had been engrossed in their own business all singularly turned their attention to center stage. Even Valentino shifted upon his throne, leaning forward with anticipation. A pair of heels clicked in the dark as Angel made his way on the stage. Taking his position in front the long silver pole, the spider inhaled deeply. The deep thrum of the bass kicked back in and pink lights flashed in the shape of a web silhouette Angel's form. The spider has arrived.
The house lights brighten, illuminating Angel as the beat of the music picked up. The intense lustful leering from the crowd burned into the demon, but all Angel could feel was the vibration of the bass throbbing in his ribcage. It was just him and the stage. Moving in time with the melody, Angel glided around the silver pole loving the breeze in his fur. Climbing up and down in a feat of strength and agility, it would have been quite impressive under different circumstance. There was a beauty to his movements with those long legs and slender arms. It was truly captivating. No wonder he was so popular. The audience erupted in whistles and crude cat calls as the porn star spun himself silly around the pole. Flashes of green caught Angel's eye. Money.
Sliding seductively down the pole Angel pranced down the steps on to the catwalk. Falling to his knees he crawled up to one wolf faced patron who gladly showed his appreciation by lacing his claws under the garter belt straps to fondle Angel's thighs, leaving behind a small cash tip in its wake. Up and down Angel went, more and more hands, more and more bits of green stuffed in odd places. One bold demon took this opportunity to get a healthy handful of the porn star's ass before leaving their tiny donation. But Angel didn't care. He wanted more. More. More.
My turn to ramble on and on it seems.
Sweep the studio. Learn every nook and cranny.
It mutely giggled in malicious glee to itself as smaller shadow creatures gathered to assist. These were locals to the area and had grown bored of the comings and goings of this place but it was the most excitement they typically saw. They'd picked up on Alastor's presence, eager to get in on the fun. This wasn't Alastor's favored hunting grounds. This was new and exciting, and they eagerly shared their intimate knowledge of Valentino's studio and clubs with Alastor's shadow who relayed the knowledge back to its master.
A new command came through their connection:
Get ready for a show.
Alastor's shadow silently reveled in evil delight. It had been far too long since the last grand performance. It was about time Alastor reminded those beneath the Pentagram that the only reason he wasn't running the place himself was due to lack of interest, not power. The Radio Demon's shadow shifted into the shape of a stag with red eyes and a grinning mouth. The small shadow creatures mutely cheered, darting about in their eagerness to join in the carnage they all hoped would follow.
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Alastor walked with calm, confident strides towards Porn O Studios. He began humming along with a jaunty little tune that he'd come up with years ago as the radios across Hell began crackling with his arctic rage. His song hissed within the static, a hint that a major broadcast was potentially coming.
♪♫ Hello, it's nice to meet you!
Can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I think I'm starting to understand. ♪♫
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Across town Vox was suddenly inundated with virtual blackouts spreading rapidly across Pentagram City like an invisible tsunami. Anything using a wireless signal was suddenly jammed and unusable. Digital transmissions that typically flowed freely through the air died. His electric empire wasn't completely crumbling, but it would take hours to get things back to normal once the cause of these "blackouts" stopped.
He plugged himself in directly to the network via cable connection and started seeking the source. It took only a few moments to determine the cause. Had Vox's body possessed actual blood rather than coolant, it would've gone ice cold when he heard the song near-hidden in the static:
♪♫ I don't belong among the angels,
But, darling, that's just fine with me!
The things I did up there were high school,
But now I'm going for my degree! ♪♫
Vox made sure to keep it very, very quiet, but the fact was that the wireless signals that flowed across the Pride Ring were ultimately Alastor's to command. Cellular signals, wifi, even television broadcast signals, they all ultimately relied on radio waves. And Alastor knew it, him having toyed with the radio waves as wireless technology grew ever more popular. Alastor had no interest in the modern conveniences piggybacking on his signal, but he liked to periodically remind Vox through localized virtual blackouts that he was well aware that, ultimately, Vox needed him.
Vox made a map of the virtual blackouts, searching for the epicenter. Had he any saliva, he would've choked on it as he saw just how massive the signal interruption truly was. It was all sweeping outward from one area but not one that Vox would've expected: the heart of Valentino's territory.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Without thinking, Vox disconnected the wire giving him a direct connection to the internet and pulled out his cellphone, dialing up Valentino to warn him. Belatedly, he remembered the lack of cell signal and cursed his lack of foresight in keeping an old fashioned handset nearby for just such emergencies. He could hear his employees panicking just outside his office as his empire shuddered. It'd take ages to push past them all, get to his car, and drive to the studio.
He prayed that Velvet was with Valentino. The three V's tried to stick together for a reason: The old overlords had fallen one-by-one as Alastor had wiped them out during his grand entrance to Hell. Valentino, Vox, and Velvet as a united front was a deterrent even to the older demon. Over the years, Alastor had gone largely quiet, occupied with more solo interests and performances. Vox now realized he and his fellow V's had gotten complacent, no longer constantly in each other's orbits. The deterrent was no longer effective.
And now the Radio Demon was on the warpath.
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There was a long line of sinners outside Porn O Studios. It was easy to tell which demons had been in Hell the longest as they immediately picked up on the crackling radio static and the music weaving in and out of it:
♪♫ Hey!
Sorry but you just got in my way!
I promise, honey, I can feel your pain!
And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit,
Does that make me insane? ♪♫
Those who hadn't been in Hell as long were initially excited as the line got significantly shorter from suddenly fleeing demons. They attempted to call friends to tell them that the wait wasn't as long as normal only to find that there was no cell or wifi signal to be found. And then they heard the malevolent static and faint jaunty music, realizing that something Very Bad was about to happen.
The security guard outside the studio watched as the line vanished in moments, paling in horror as the humming deer demon emitting static and music approached. He tried his walkie talkie, but the signal didn't go through. So he did the reasonable thing: He fled inside and started shoving his way through the unaware throng in an attempt to reach his boss to warn him.
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Behind Angel, a shadowy stag with red eyes stepped in front of the neon pink spiderweb lights. It grinned maliciously at Valentino. The bass music began warping as static and the faint echo of a completely different song began slowly overpowering it.
♪♫ Haven't been the same since I expired,
But that doesn't mean that I plan to retire!
And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire! ♪♫
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Looking white as a sheet the shaken security guard fell at Val's feet, puffing between his words to catch his breath, "Boss, we're in deep shit. The Radio De-"
The poor thing barely got a word in edgewise before the pulsating beat warped into some ole ragtime shit and the inky black deer shadow morphed menacingly on stage behind its performer. A befuddled murmur fell upon the patrons thinking this was all apart of the show but Valentino was suddenly on his feet. The grin he once had was now replaced with a sour grimace. He knew exactly what this shit was. After all this time, why now did the Radio Demon decide to make a move against him? He had fucking balls to come waltzin' in his turf. If he thought he was going to have an easy fight, the deer had another thing coming. Val's pointed teeth were clinched in fury as red smoke seeped between the cracks.
It took awhile for Angel to notice that the music had shifted. The drugs had enveloped him in a happy haze. Rolling around on his back, feeling the beat through his skin, his eyes fluttered open to see a dark figure looming over him. A... deer? Fuck him, he must be high as shit. He swore that Alastor was the farthest thing on his mind, right? But something felt off. The money stopped flowin' and he sat up to see Val on his feet and glaring. Oh shit.... this was real. And Val was real pissed. Angel had only seen his pimp act like this a handful of times and it was never a good sign for things to follow.
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The shadow stag moved to step carefully over Angel, placing itself between him and Valentino per its master's silent order. Lightbulbs began to burst as the shadow creatures gleefully tore them from their sockets and hurl them to the ground, the only illumination coming from the spider web and the menacing grins of the Radio Demon and his shadow.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything~" he purred. "But I had urgent business, you see."
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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."
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It pissed him off.
But still he smiled, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as he walked towards the stage, still talking. He was deliberately turning his back to Valentino, insulting the man in his own territory.
"I'd be happy to leave your establishment. And I will. Once I've collected our wayward patron. Not a moment before."
One of Valentino's security made the mistake of rushing Alastor from behind, a knife poised to strike.
Alastor whipped around, long leg lashing out to send the man tumbling into him as he swept his claws up. There was a loud crack of shattering bones as Alastor's claws penetrated the guard's chest and grasped the heart. He then proceeded to effortlessly rip it out.
"Thank you for the snack," he purred before biting into it as casually one would an apple.
Alastor's shadow bent its head towards Angel, grinning at him.
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"That doesn't belong to you." Valentino ground out. "He leaves when I say he can leave. And he's not done makin' up for all the lost revenue he's been skippin' out on payin'. So unless you plan on takin' his place and shaken' that ass of yours, Angel Cakes ain't goin' no where."
Meanwhile Angel has having some weird trip right now. He knew words were being said around him but they were just muffled sounds. He stared up at the shadow deer, which to everyone else was fucking scary as shit. But like some Disney fairytale princess his response to the murder deer was to reach up and stroke it gently on it snout as if it was one of his magical woodland friends come to help him sew a dress for the ball so he could fuck Prince Charming.
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His shadow blinked in surprise as Angel stroked its snout. Well, this was a new sensation. Kind of pleasant, too. Though Angel probably wouldn't have been as appreciative. The shadow was ice cold to the touch.
Alastor could feel his magic itching to be unleashed. He always kept himself so tightly compressed. It would feel so good just to stretch...
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As the laughter fades, Val levels a sneer towards Alastor, "I see whats goin' on here. You've gone soft. Ain't that fucking precioussssss....." His voice trails as he makes steps down off his pedestal towards the main stage. "You fail to realize what power you think you have don't mean shit. He knows who he belongs to." Valentino's head snapped towards Angel as he barked. "Angel! Get that ass over here."
The ice cold form of the shadow deer actually felt... pleasant. The drugs were making his skin boil. But his dream bubble burst as the sharp snarl shook him from it, grounding him back to reality. Angel flinched, retracting his hand and turned to stare at Valentino.
"Y-yes Val." Angel stammered on autopilot, scrambling to his feet in an attempt to side skirt the shadowy obstruction.
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"Soft? Me?" Alastor began laughing at the idea, the sound unhinged. "Everyone knows I'm there to watch its denizens shoot for Heaven and fall back into the fire pits of failure! Angel himself was there when I told the princess."
Alastor turned to start walking towards Valentino, popping the last of the heart into his mouth as he did so. He swallowed.
"Hell is so boring. The hotel is such a delightful new source of entertainment. It's no fun when someone uninterested in the game interferes."
Alastor allowed his tight grip over his powers to loosen, its influence starting to spread across the club as black lighting bathed the room in neon shades. Deer motifs that had never been present before made themselves known. It wasn't much...yet...but he was giving a warning.
But simultaneously he was digging at not just Valentino but the three V's in general, arguably Lucifer as well. Hell and all its eternal torments was boring. Meaning the three V's didn't make things even slightly interesting. No, it was the often-mocked Princess of Hell and someone like Angel Dust that had peaked his interest.
And Alastor was known not to take kindly to those who went after things he saw as his.
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Making his way all the way down to the main stage Val paused with a hum, tilting his head at Al. "You don't sound all too convincin' to me. You spoutin' bullshit while your actions are spinning a different yarn." Val huffed snickering to himself. "I didn't know what Angel Cakes was muttering during our last private session. But seein' ya up close its all makin' sense to me. You must be 'Smiles', huh? Bet you didn't know he was cryin' for ya."
Quivering with anxiety, Angel was still trying to claw his way to Val's side. All he could think about was not wanting to be punished for going against his pimp's wishes again. Fuck, please don't beat me. Please don't r... Unable to worm his way past the murder deer Angel just plastered himself against its inky fur, clinging to its icy cold neck as he shivered.
"...Please.. Please don't..."
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