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.
"An annoying little nickname he came up with. Honestly, it's no better and no worse than 'Radio Demon' in my eyes." He then gave a careless wave of his hand. "But you're not really trying to bait me. You're attempting to stall for rescue, aren't you? Waiting for Vox or Velvet to realize something's wrong and come to your rescue? Or maybe for the sinners here posting frantically about how they're trapped with the Radio Demon in Valentino's club to grab their attention?"
Alastor gave a confident bow.
"By all means, my dear moth, call Vox. Call Velvet. Call both if you like!" Alastor's grin widened as red eldritch symbols floated about. "But I do wonder, do you know how that blasted little contraption works?"
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.
The shadow stag moved its head to keep Angel's head pressed into its "flesh". The last thing its master needed was Angel going mad as well.
Alastor didn't flinch, continuing to smile as the crazed crowd circled him. He swept his hands to either side, spinning on the tips of his toes.
"By all means, ladies and gentlemen...!"
Hell began to glitch as Alastor released his tight grip on his powers, drinking in the energy of the radio waves under his control. Tears in reality opened up, tentacles surging forth as shadow creatures pounced. Alastor himself summoned his microphone, gleefully singing along to the music of mayhem and screaming.
Under the irresistible allure of the moth's toxic pheromones, the mass of mindless patrons threw themselves at the mercy of the Radio Demon. They armed themselves with what ever they could find. Broken bottle, legs of chairs, anything that wasn't nailed down was turned into an improvised weapon. But they were no match for the overwhelming power emitted from Alastor. Not that Valentino expected much from his makeshift hoard.
The men who were standing at the ready clicked off their safeties and unleashed a hail of gun fire aimed squarely at the demon. Though in the mass carnage, it was unavoidable mowing down some of their clientele in the process. The club was smeared in their colors filling the room with the bitter scent of iron. With how things were going, Valentino didn't like his odds. But like hell he was going out like some punk ass bitch.
Alastor allowed his shadow friends and tentacles to take care of the small fry. He teleported directly to Valentino, grinning like the demon he truly was.
Honestly, this was intoxicating: Going into the heart of an overlord's territory, slaughtering whatever defenses were thrown at him, and then confronting the overlord directly. The radio waves sang in time with the bloodshed, glowing neon wisps in the black light. Every radio in Hell and every wireless device with a speaker began to broadcast the carnage. It had been so long since his broadcasts had been anything like this. (Were his listeners panicking? Were they diving for cover? Did the other overlords start to tremble with the realization that the Radio Demon might've been spending his time planning a new purge?)
He had to give credit where credit was due: Valentino wasn't going to cower in a corner. Some of the old overlords had done that when faced with such overwhelming power. Amusing but still disappointing, really.
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.
Alastor was in full demon form for the first time in quite some time. Black voids gazed into Valentino as viscous black fluid dripped from them and his openly-grinning mouth.
For a brief moment, Valentino's men stood still staring at their boss in the claws of the Radio Demon. As if they were waiting to see the moth's fate. The the lull didn't last long as what was remaining of the hoard of demons all converged on their leader.
Val, was definitely not having a good day. How could he let this asshole get the better of him? Strike him right in the middle of his home. This was the greatest insult. Was this really how he was going to be snuffed out? Fuck him. He was going to be defiant till his last breath.
"Go.... fuck yourself..." Val managed to squeeze out as blood trinkled down the corners of his lips. "I'm not.... your bitch."
Alastor darkly chuckled. Then he snapped his head forward to lock his jaws on one shoulder, ripping the arm out of its socket. It tasted vile. He spat it out and prepared himself to dismantle Valentino piece by piece, readying himself for the next strike.
There was a shift in the frequencies. Alastor plunged both himself and Valentino into the ice cold unending darkness to avoid the blast of electricity that surely would've struck Alastor. When they emerged, Alastor was back to his original size though his fingers were buried deeply into Valentino's guts.
Vox was breathing heavily as he held the spark he'd used to gather energy and direct where it would go.
"Good evening, Vox," Alastor said pleasantly. "A real shame."
Sharp fangs tore into the moth's flesh giving the radio demon what he asked for. Valentino lets out a blood curdling shout as one of his limbs was severed from his body. Still fresh, the nerves in the arm made it flop on the floor like a dying fish, adding to the blood soaked carnage. There wasn't much time for Val to process the lost when he found the world around him vanish into inky black twilight, his whole being felt like it was submerged in an icy chill that rattled him to his core.
When the colors came rushing back so did the agonizing pain. But worse than his missing arm... through his blurred vision he could see the culprit that made the deer halt the attack. Vox. Not his fucking day. Having to be seen in this state. Val weighed the pros and cons of this sudden rescue.
"About... fucking time..." Valentino choked, blood bubbling at the corners of his lips.
Taking the opportunity of Alastor's distraction, the blade was still in his good arm and he swung it again aimed at the claws that held his guts tightly in an tempted to brake free so he could put distance between them.
Vox stared, momentarily stunned by just how badly-injured Valentino was. The moth always seemed so strong and imposing but right now...
The shadow stag nudged Angel's head, trying to prompt the spider to look and see Valentino's current state. Look and see that he wasn't as invincible as the moth liked to pretend.
Alastor hissed in pain as the blade struck his claws, clenching tighter on his victim. He re-focused on Valentino.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you~" His eyes narrowed, pupils disappearing as they started to glow. "You want me to let your insides go? Certainly!"
Vox's threw up a hand, knowing that any attack he threw Alastor's way would just prompt the deer to do it that much faster. "Don't!"
Still tightly gripping Valentino's inside, Alastor ripped his hand away, taking as many innards as it could hold on to with it. Blood and viscera poured out of the gaping hole now in Valentino's middle. However, Alastor held him upright with a hand on his shoulder.
That was it. That was the last bit of Valentino's fight in him. As the radio demon ruthlessly eviscerated him, a guttural cry reverberated off the halls of the club. The blade in his hand fell to the stage with a clang and the king fell silent. His secondary hands clutched desperately at his opened wound trying in vein to stuff his entrails back inside like some busted party pinata.
The encouraging nudge from the murder deer coupled with the blood chilling scream, Angel lifted his head for the first time since the slaughter started. It all hit him like some bad trip. The sight of the demon slurry that coated the floor didn't shock him. Death was just a part of life down here. Hell, he's killed and murdered countless tortured souls himself. But the sight of his abuser defiled in such a gruesome way sent a shiver down his spine. His emotions were muddied through his drug filled haze. Was he excited? Scared?... Sad? Regardless of how much he fucking hated the limp dick bastard now, he couldn't deny the feelings he once held for the asshole. To see someone he thought to be untouchable brought to their knees... It really struck a cord on how powerful Alastor really was. So fucking hot. But there was that lingering fear that clawed at the back of Angel's mind. Alastor was only one man. And he just kicked the beehive of the Three Vs. No way that they would ignore this transgression against one of their own.
Releasing the deer, Angel staggered over to Alastor to drape his arms over him, burying his face into his hair. "I want to go home, Alastor."
Alastor released Valentino as he turned his head towards Angel. He wanted to reassure the spider that everything would be all right. (How strange!) He knew he'd just declared war on the Three V's. Doing so would put all the other overlords on high alert. All of Hell would be on high alert:
The Radio Demon hadn't been weakening all this time like some believed. He'd just been waiting, an apex predator biding its time. He wondered if Lucifer would call the Goetic demons to the palace again to brace for an attack that would never come. He had no interest in ruling -- him abandoning the territory he could've easily claimed proved that -- but Lucifer was a proud man (appropriate) who believed that someone would attempt to overthrow him like he attempted to overthrow his Father millennia ago.
"You can have him!" Vox blurted out, saving Alastor from having to say a word. "Just take him! And this!"
It didn't fail to register with both media demons that Vox was using what limited control he had over the radio waves to summon a digital copy of a soul contract to hover in front of Alastor. It glitched and sputtered until Alastor loosened his control over the wireless signals enough for it to solidify into parchment.
"It's not the real deal -- " They both knew that, but Vox was clearly trying to avoid punishment from Valentino. (A reflex? Alastor was no fan of Vox but seeing his rival cowering at someone other than him made him want to stomp one fine dress shoe down on the moth's head.) " -- but it's a copy for you to look over. Knowing you, you'll find some loophole Val missed. Just...just put things back, take him, and leave. We'll call it a draw."
"And by 'put things back', you mean...?" It didn't do to leave things undefined.
"Just clean up your changes to the decor and let go of the wireless." Vox didn't have a way to swallow but Alastor was sure he would've done so.
"I expect that once Valentino heals he'll come for Angel."
"Probably," Vox said. He looked down at the ruins of the moth. His circuits glitched as they failed to process that the pimp had been brought so low and Alastor hadn't even broken a sweat doing it. (Angel wasn't the only one under Valentino's thumb much as Vox refused to admit it.) "But it'll take a while. I mean...look at him."
Alastor didn't need to look. He knew it gave him plenty of time to look over the contract. Find a way to annul it. "I told him that I didn't like people breaking my toys," he said playfully.
When the support form Alastor's hand was lifted, the moth's body crumpled to the main stage like a ragdoll boneless. Motionless Valentino's mangled body remained there as the two demons spoke.
Angel's skin was still buzzing from the drugs and the feel of Alastor's hair tickled his nose. Did he always smell this good? What shampoo does he use? Man he was warm. He should just hold him here as along as he could- Wait? Contract?
Lifting his head from its cozy spot on top of the radio demon's head, Angel's eyes locked on to the scrap of paper in his claws. That was-! His heart leapt in his chest which he was pretty certain Alastor could see through the back of his head as he turned a confused stare at Vox. When did he get here?
"Wh-... Why are you helping me? Ya know Val is going to be pissed if he finds out."
It was definitely awkward supporting Angel this way. It wasn't terrible, but...how could that possibly be comfortable? After all, Alastor's antlers had to be poking Angel.
Vox shook his head. "Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not helping you. I'm trying to get rid of him." Vox pointed at Alastor who gave an unrepentant, feral grin. "Like I said, it's not the real deal, but it'll at least let him finagle a way around the terms so at least this bullshit won't happen again. At least for a while." The TV demon looked to Alastor warily. "'Cause sooner or later you're gonna come for Val anyway, aren't you?"
"Possibly!" Alastor chirped.
"I can't let you do that."
"We'll see." Alastor reached out to take the copy of the contract, tucking it neatly into his jacket. "But as for your terms, I'll let you call this a draw. I really don't care either way on that front. I'll even set things right. Save one thing."
"What is it?"
Alastor pointed.
Vox followed Alastor's finger to where a rather prominent deer skull hung over Valentino's "throne". It was like planting a flag...or perhaps a constant reminder of the guillotine poised over the moth's throat. Regardless, it would be visible to everyone in the club every time the lights came on, a grim reminder that even though it was officially called a draw, Alastor had won the altercation.
"...Tacky but fine. Once the signals are back up, I'll call a car to take you both back to the hotel."
"Good man!" Alastor snapped his fingers, doing exactly as he agreed. Every cellphone in the building went off as Alastor relinquished his hold on the necessary frequencies. He looked to Angel. "Come along, my dear. Let's get you back so you can rest, hmm?"
Still... something wasn't sitting right with him. But his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders so it was hard to pin-point what felt off. One thing he knew for sure was Valentino was going to be super pissed if he found out what Vox had done, even if it was for getting rid of Alastor. Vox was putting himself in deep shit too. It would be a slap to the moth's face if Al could find a way to nullify his contract. Valentino hated to lose. So much pride... Angel knew this was only going to be a temporary reprieve and he shuttered at the thought at what punishment Val would take out on him for this shitshow. Angel coward into himself trying to chase away his wild imagination. Alastor... help me. The sound of Alastor's voice grounded him again as his eyes fluttered. Right. Going home... Home.
"O-oh... Right." Angel took a step back releasing him to cross his primary arms over his bare chest while his secondary ones tugged the the hem of his hot pink mini skirt. He could feel the beginnings of coming down and it made him realized how disheveled his appearance was. Bit of green shoved in ever nook and his fur was ruffled every which way from all the lascivious pawing of patrons.
The motion reminded Alastor that Angel was hardly decent right now. There was a buzz of static between his ears before he coughed and removed his jacket, holding it out to Angel.
"Put this on."
It wouldn't cover much (certainly not that chest fluff), but it was better than nothing at all.
For a brief moment Angel stared blankly at Alastor's kind gesture. Was he sure about this? God only knows were those patrons' hands had been before being forced upon his body. All that unknown creep was going to be rubbing against the inside of that nice red jacket of his. But Angel kept that thought to himself as he reached out to take it.
"Thanks..." Angel murmured, pulling the jacket on wrapping his secondary arms around his waist.
It fit, to a point. Much like the deer, they were both narrow shouldered but the porn star's tits just could not be contained. The V on Alastor's jacket was a bit deeper than his own and it perfectly amplified his natural bounty threatening to burst free. The saving grace however were the coat's long tails that successfully covered most of Angel's exposed ass. But his long legs that refused to quit still protruded from the bottom. Sure, Angel was covered but as for decent? Far from it.
It was a good thing Angel hadn't reminded Alastor of everything that had come in contact with his fur. As it was, that jacket was going to be sent through the wash a few times. The reminder would've had him burning it.
Angel wasn't decent, but it'd have to do. As it was, he offered Angel an arm before leading the way out. He paused as he came in line with Vox who was staring, frozen, at Valentino.
"You let something like that hold you back when you used to be so much more. Shame," Alastor said, planting little seeds into the cracks of Vox and Valentino's relationship. Once they grew, they'd widen the gaps, eventually breaking apart two of the V's.
"Once he's healed, Val's gonna come for you and your territory."
"What territory?"
Vox buzzed in confusion. "The hotel."
The Radio Demon laughed. "The hotel is Charlie's territory, not mine. The people in it are my toys, so I choose to protect it and them. She lets me stay. Still, if Valentino wishes to anger the princess of Hell herself and face down both her and me at once, by all means. Let him do something so stupid."
With that, Alastor resumed walking. He led Angel out of the club to where a car had pulled up to the curb. The door opened of its own volition. The Radio Demon's eyes narrowed in his version of a grimace before guiding Angel inside and getting in, shutting the door behind them.
There was no driver, just a face on the center console's screen. "Got your destination lined up: The Happy Hotel! Be there soon!"
And with that, the car took off. Alastor sighed, gripping the edge of the seat tightly. He'd never liked automobiles.
When Alastor offered him his arm he reached out to take it, holding the demon close as if he was prepared to be suddenly ripped away. Angel stood in silence as the two overlords spoke. At the mention of the Happy Hotel, Angel flinched. No, Alastor was right. No one would be foolish to try to take on Lucifer's daughter, right? Valentino wasn't take stupid. And yet... Angel wordlessly cast a wary glance at Vox as their pair of them exited the club.
Alastor, always a gentleman, helped him inside the waiting car and he scooted to the far side of the backseat. It was a bit strange, Angel's behavior. You might expect him to use Aastor's daring rescue as an excuse to fawn over him. Instead he was uncharacteristically quiet as he stared out the window, gripping on to his arms in tight fists. After what seemed like an eternity Angel spoke.
"Why did you come for me? And don't feed me that bullshit line about how I'm your toy." His tone has a bit harsh for someone who was just pulled from the fire.
"My dear, I think it'd be best if we held all conversation until we return to the hotel," Alastor said bluntly, looking blatantly at the face on the screen.
Who knew if they were being recorded? And right now neither of them could afford looking weak.
Besides, right now Alastor was regretting that heart he'd eaten not too long ago. Supreme Creator and His loa, he hated cars. He always felt queasy in them.
"Fine." Angel ground out, returning to quietly staring out the car window.
Damn, he was really starting to feel that pleasant buzz that numbed his pain tearing away leaving behind raw nerves. The reality of their situation dug deep into him and he stewed in his ugly emotion soup. Angel bit down hard on his bottom lip fighting off the anxiety attack he felt clinching at his chest. It was getting hard to breathe and the already tiny car felt like it was shrinking.
It felt like a lifetime before their taxi pulled up the drive to the Happy Hotel. The taxi barely came to a stop when Angel charged out of it, slamming the door behind him without waiting for Alastor. Not bothering to look back to see of the deer was following, Angel marched up the sidewalk to the front doors. Angel knew he should be thankful but he wasn't. He was angry. He was hurt.
Angel didn't even pause to acknowledge Charlie as he stormed through the entrance hall. He was on the war path heading straight towards his room. He just wanted to escape again. As fast as his long legs could carry him he made it to his door and flung himself inside. The lock clicked behind him and he pressed his back against the cold wood. In his gut he knew that he wouldn't be alone for much longer.
Angel glance down at the stylish red jacket he was wearing and tugged at the collar. Why didn't he realize sooner that it smelt like him. Something about it was relaxing, reassuring... Fuck, Angel immediately hated himself for thinking that. He was mad at him right now. Angel fidgets in his spot when a flash of green distracted him. The money.
The memory of all those hands on his body came rushing back to flood him with shame and disgust. God, he must have looked the fool shaking his ass. Gritting his teeth he reached down to start tearing free the dirty money from his skirt and garters as if it burned his skin, tossing it carelessly to the floor. When the last bill fell the spider let's out a pitiful scream, sinking to the floor to bury his face in his hands.
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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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Alastor gave a confident bow.
"By all means, my dear moth, call Vox. Call Velvet. Call both if you like!" Alastor's grin widened as red eldritch symbols floated about. "But I do wonder, do you know how that blasted little contraption works?"
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"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.
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Alastor didn't flinch, continuing to smile as the crazed crowd circled him. He swept his hands to either side, spinning on the tips of his toes.
"By all means, ladies and gentlemen...!"
Hell began to glitch as Alastor released his tight grip on his powers, drinking in the energy of the radio waves under his control. Tears in reality opened up, tentacles surging forth as shadow creatures pounced. Alastor himself summoned his microphone, gleefully singing along to the music of mayhem and screaming.
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The men who were standing at the ready clicked off their safeties and unleashed a hail of gun fire aimed squarely at the demon. Though in the mass carnage, it was unavoidable mowing down some of their clientele in the process. The club was smeared in their colors filling the room with the bitter scent of iron. With how things were going, Valentino didn't like his odds. But like hell he was going out like some punk ass bitch.
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Honestly, this was intoxicating: Going into the heart of an overlord's territory, slaughtering whatever defenses were thrown at him, and then confronting the overlord directly. The radio waves sang in time with the bloodshed, glowing neon wisps in the black light. Every radio in Hell and every wireless device with a speaker began to broadcast the carnage. It had been so long since his broadcasts had been anything like this. (Were his listeners panicking? Were they diving for cover? Did the other overlords start to tremble with the realization that the Radio Demon might've been spending his time planning a new purge?)
He had to give credit where credit was due: Valentino wasn't going to cower in a corner. Some of the old overlords had done that when faced with such overwhelming power. Amusing but still disappointing, really.
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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.
Vox in next tag...
Then a pair of monstrous claws grabbed Valentino from behind, one digging into waist while the other was around his neck.
"̴̪̮̠͓̈́̀͗I̸̬̾̀̌̚ ̸̛̈́͊͌̎͜͜t̷̛̟̫̄̀͝o̷̞͕͈͍͌l̷̡̡̈́͊̕̕d̸͈̬͒̅̄ ̴̰͚͕̊̊y̵̱̽̓̚͝ō̴͔̥̭̤̏͋͋ű̶̹͊͝.̵̣͈̯͌.̶̤͖̌͛.̷̺̞̩̖̰͑I̴̭̍̎ ̶̲̣̹͗d̷̢͔̩̥͕̄͂o̷̫̿̈́͋͛ņ̴̭̣̬͕̇'̷̨͇͖͚̿̈́̿t̴̢̯̘̝͒̅̈́̎̊ ̷̧̹̿̇l̸̤̲̺͙̓̓̐̓ȋ̶̲k̴̖͋e̶͓̲̓̀̄ ̷̛̼̘̰̳̜̀̋̂͛i̷͙͑̔̔͜͝͝t̵͈͂͒̔͐͗ ̷͙̟̼͑w̸̪͓̠̐̄͌̊̚h̸͎̖͓͎͎̄̐̽e̶̛͚̗͙̔͂͊n̵̪̹͘ ̷̦̖̲̯͑͑o̸̗͕̖̳͗̐͌ṭ̵͔͕͇̐h̴̹̞̦̱̍e̶̲̻͎̓̔͊͛͝ͅr̵̳̘͛̓̀s̶̹͝ ̶̯̹̞̩̊̏̈́̾b̷̡͎̮̠͙̔r̸̻̭̝̒̂̓͜ḛ̵̽̓̅ạ̴̄k̶͙͖͖̰͍͘ ̵̧̓̆̈̈͠m̸̝͕̭͂͜ỹ̷̨̯͈͘͠ ̸͉̑̒͋̚ẗ̷̨̧̞̺̯͝o̴̥̹͛̈́͂̑ÿ̴̯̙̹́̏s̸̪̒̊͝.̶̢̫̳͉͘͜.̸̯̯̺̈.̴̡̼̓̕̕"̴͖̞̀͗͠ͅ
Alastor was in full demon form for the first time in quite some time. Black voids gazed into Valentino as viscous black fluid dripped from them and his openly-grinning mouth.
"̴̼̿̄ͅY̴͎̙̫̳̼̎̆͛̉ȍ̸̩̗̃̋͒͝ú̵̧̩̥̣̀͆ͅ'̴̗̙̈́̊͝r̷̡̛̈́̆̉͘e̶͍̠̞͙͊ ̴͍̤͇͇͝a̵͙̋̋̏͋͝ ̷̠͇̜̳̰̒̚p̷̮̤͎͋̉ͅe̵̛̥̯͆̃͋̊r̴̘̀̆̇̀f̸̮̉̇ọ̵̙̞̊r̸͉̥̤̍̚͝m̷̱̬͚͎̌̃͜e̵̥̻͔͂r̶̯̱̰͌̾̕,̴̨͍̅͂́ ̸̹͍͗̃͋̈t̶̻̻̣͖̓̚o̷̞̣̱͔̽̏̀̀͝ơ̵̯̌͌̄,̶̞̇̄ ̸̢̢͇̔ầ̷̗̓̀ͅr̸̮̯̘̅̅̑́̚e̸̡̺̽͛̄͝ǹ̸̲̫̞̜̏͂̑'̵̫̪̟̰͖͛͊̀̄̚t̴̟͙̗́̉ ̴̫͙͇̬̰̈́͋͂ÿ̵̝̟̺̙̔o̴̡̘̲̞̿̉͝ú̸͍͈̦̞̀?̶̹͔̣͍̦̋ ̵̜̥̫̬̍͛̈͘͠E̷͔̬͘ň̸̹̬̩̜̳̽ţ̵̡̺̬̋̾̆́͒͜ẻ̶͉͛͊͌͠r̵̤͙͚̜͐̓̕͜ṯ̴͕̫̻̑ą̷̣̹̖̈́̂̀̈́̎i̵̘͇͝n̷͓̈́̄ ̴̼̫͓̘̜̒ţ̴̲̻̭̺̿ḩ̶͇̍̀e̷̙̣͙̤͗̌͛͠ ̴̱͛g̴͍̪̓o̴̹̲̿͊ó̸̧̢̮̈́͐̾̚ḑ̴̱̜̮̿̄ ̷̡̡͇͖̉̆͋̑̕l̸̘͈̦̹̱̂̄̊í̶̢̙s̶̨̮̗̩̐̿͗̉͜t̵͉̒̔̕é̵̛͚̣̬́̏͠n̸̗͓͎̺͔̊̏͝e̵̢̨̙̲͙͂͒͊ṛ̵̥̲͍̑̋͜ś̸̠̦͈̍̾̍.̸̠̖̟̹̣̎̒̊̅͌.̶̢̱͍͓͐̇͘.̶͙͊"̶͓͗͋͋̄̈
He clenched his claws farther into Valentino's guts.
"̵̨͙͐.̶̫̈.̵̠̙̺̜̍̏̀̂.̸̝̬̄̑͐͠a̴̪̪̥͊̎ͅn̶̙̦̲̟̜̕͘d̷̢̛̒͂ ̶̧̛͇̱̍ś̴̮̈́c̸̛̰̠͍͗̄͜ͅr̵͉̪̖͉̃͗͆ḙ̸͍̬͖͊̅a̸̝͚̳̗̽̐̐̈́̔m̵̢̛̻̠̰̀́͂̕ ̸̨̡̹̤̳͂̈͒͝f̵̨̲͂͌̏͑o̷̯͇̾̔r̵̡̼͚̘͓̋͆̿̑̀ ̷̧̲̤̣̊͐͑̚ṁ̴͓̳ẹ̶͔̓̏.̶̖̉̈́̂"̸͔̫̿̋̈͘͠
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Val, was definitely not having a good day. How could he let this asshole get the better of him? Strike him right in the middle of his home. This was the greatest insult. Was this really how he was going to be snuffed out? Fuck him. He was going to be defiant till his last breath.
"Go.... fuck yourself..." Val managed to squeeze out as blood trinkled down the corners of his lips. "I'm not.... your bitch."
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There was a shift in the frequencies. Alastor plunged both himself and Valentino into the ice cold unending darkness to avoid the blast of electricity that surely would've struck Alastor. When they emerged, Alastor was back to his original size though his fingers were buried deeply into Valentino's guts.
Vox was breathing heavily as he held the spark he'd used to gather energy and direct where it would go.
"Good evening, Vox," Alastor said pleasantly. "A real shame."
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When the colors came rushing back so did the agonizing pain. But worse than his missing arm... through his blurred vision he could see the culprit that made the deer halt the attack. Vox. Not his fucking day. Having to be seen in this state. Val weighed the pros and cons of this sudden rescue.
"About... fucking time..." Valentino choked, blood bubbling at the corners of his lips.
Taking the opportunity of Alastor's distraction, the blade was still in his good arm and he swung it again aimed at the claws that held his guts tightly in an tempted to brake free so he could put distance between them.
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The shadow stag nudged Angel's head, trying to prompt the spider to look and see Valentino's current state. Look and see that he wasn't as invincible as the moth liked to pretend.
Alastor hissed in pain as the blade struck his claws, clenching tighter on his victim. He re-focused on Valentino.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you~" His eyes narrowed, pupils disappearing as they started to glow. "You want me to let your insides go? Certainly!"
Vox's threw up a hand, knowing that any attack he threw Alastor's way would just prompt the deer to do it that much faster. "Don't!"
Still tightly gripping Valentino's inside, Alastor ripped his hand away, taking as many innards as it could hold on to with it. Blood and viscera poured out of the gaping hole now in Valentino's middle. However, Alastor held him upright with a hand on his shoulder.
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The encouraging nudge from the murder deer coupled with the blood chilling scream, Angel lifted his head for the first time since the slaughter started. It all hit him like some bad trip. The sight of the demon slurry that coated the floor didn't shock him. Death was just a part of life down here. Hell, he's killed and murdered countless tortured souls himself. But the sight of his abuser defiled in such a gruesome way sent a shiver down his spine. His emotions were muddied through his drug filled haze. Was he excited? Scared?... Sad? Regardless of how much he fucking hated the limp dick bastard now, he couldn't deny the feelings he once held for the asshole. To see someone he thought to be untouchable brought to their knees... It really struck a cord on how powerful Alastor really was.
So fucking hot.But there was that lingering fear that clawed at the back of Angel's mind. Alastor was only one man. And he just kicked the beehive of the Three Vs. No way that they would ignore this transgression against one of their own.Releasing the deer, Angel staggered over to Alastor to drape his arms over him, burying his face into his hair. "I want to go home, Alastor."
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The Radio Demon hadn't been weakening all this time like some believed. He'd just been waiting, an apex predator biding its time. He wondered if Lucifer would call the Goetic demons to the palace again to brace for an attack that would never come. He had no interest in ruling -- him abandoning the territory he could've easily claimed proved that -- but Lucifer was a proud man (appropriate) who believed that someone would attempt to overthrow him like he attempted to overthrow his Father millennia ago.
"You can have him!" Vox blurted out, saving Alastor from having to say a word. "Just take him! And this!"
It didn't fail to register with both media demons that Vox was using what limited control he had over the radio waves to summon a digital copy of a soul contract to hover in front of Alastor. It glitched and sputtered until Alastor loosened his control over the wireless signals enough for it to solidify into parchment.
"It's not the real deal -- " They both knew that, but Vox was clearly trying to avoid punishment from Valentino. (A reflex? Alastor was no fan of Vox but seeing his rival cowering at someone other than him made him want to stomp one fine dress shoe down on the moth's head.) " -- but it's a copy for you to look over. Knowing you, you'll find some loophole Val missed. Just...just put things back, take him, and leave. We'll call it a draw."
"And by 'put things back', you mean...?" It didn't do to leave things undefined.
"Just clean up your changes to the decor and let go of the wireless." Vox didn't have a way to swallow but Alastor was sure he would've done so.
"I expect that once Valentino heals he'll come for Angel."
"Probably," Vox said. He looked down at the ruins of the moth. His circuits glitched as they failed to process that the pimp had been brought so low and Alastor hadn't even broken a sweat doing it. (Angel wasn't the only one under Valentino's thumb much as Vox refused to admit it.) "But it'll take a while. I mean...look at him."
Alastor didn't need to look. He knew it gave him plenty of time to look over the contract. Find a way to annul it. "I told him that I didn't like people breaking my toys," he said playfully.
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Angel's skin was still buzzing from the drugs and the feel of Alastor's hair tickled his nose. Did he always smell this good? What shampoo does he use? Man he was warm. He should just hold him here as along as he could- Wait? Contract?
Lifting his head from its cozy spot on top of the radio demon's head, Angel's eyes locked on to the scrap of paper in his claws. That was-! His heart leapt in his chest which he was pretty certain Alastor could see through the back of his head as he turned a confused stare at Vox. When did he get here?
"Wh-... Why are you helping me? Ya know Val is going to be pissed if he finds out."
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Vox shook his head. "Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not helping you. I'm trying to get rid of him." Vox pointed at Alastor who gave an unrepentant, feral grin. "Like I said, it's not the real deal, but it'll at least let him finagle a way around the terms so at least this bullshit won't happen again. At least for a while." The TV demon looked to Alastor warily. "'Cause sooner or later you're gonna come for Val anyway, aren't you?"
"Possibly!" Alastor chirped.
"I can't let you do that."
"We'll see." Alastor reached out to take the copy of the contract, tucking it neatly into his jacket. "But as for your terms, I'll let you call this a draw. I really don't care either way on that front. I'll even set things right. Save one thing."
"What is it?"
Alastor pointed.
Vox followed Alastor's finger to where a rather prominent deer skull hung over Valentino's "throne". It was like planting a flag...or perhaps a constant reminder of the guillotine poised over the moth's throat. Regardless, it would be visible to everyone in the club every time the lights came on, a grim reminder that even though it was officially called a draw, Alastor had won the altercation.
"...Tacky but fine. Once the signals are back up, I'll call a car to take you both back to the hotel."
"Good man!" Alastor snapped his fingers, doing exactly as he agreed. Every cellphone in the building went off as Alastor relinquished his hold on the necessary frequencies. He looked to Angel. "Come along, my dear. Let's get you back so you can rest, hmm?"
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Alastor... help me.The sound of Alastor's voice grounded him again as his eyes fluttered. Right. Going home... Home."O-oh... Right." Angel took a step back releasing him to cross his primary arms over his bare chest while his secondary ones tugged the the hem of his hot pink mini skirt. He could feel the beginnings of coming down and it made him realized how disheveled his appearance was. Bit of green shoved in ever nook and his fur was ruffled every which way from all the lascivious pawing of patrons.
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"Put this on."
It wouldn't cover much (certainly not that chest fluff), but it was better than nothing at all.
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"Thanks..." Angel murmured, pulling the jacket on wrapping his secondary arms around his waist.
It fit, to a point. Much like the deer, they were both narrow shouldered but the porn star's tits just could not be contained. The V on Alastor's jacket was a bit deeper than his own and it perfectly amplified his natural bounty threatening to burst free. The saving grace however were the coat's long tails that successfully covered most of Angel's exposed ass. But his long legs that refused to quit still protruded from the bottom. Sure, Angel was covered but as for decent? Far from it.
"After you, Smiles."
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Angel wasn't decent, but it'd have to do. As it was, he offered Angel an arm before leading the way out. He paused as he came in line with Vox who was staring, frozen, at Valentino.
"You let something like that hold you back when you used to be so much more. Shame," Alastor said, planting little seeds into the cracks of Vox and Valentino's relationship. Once they grew, they'd widen the gaps, eventually breaking apart two of the V's.
"Once he's healed, Val's gonna come for you and your territory."
"What territory?"
Vox buzzed in confusion. "The hotel."
The Radio Demon laughed. "The hotel is Charlie's territory, not mine. The people in it are my toys, so I choose to protect it and them. She lets me stay. Still, if Valentino wishes to anger the princess of Hell herself and face down both her and me at once, by all means. Let him do something so stupid."
With that, Alastor resumed walking. He led Angel out of the club to where a car had pulled up to the curb. The door opened of its own volition. The Radio Demon's eyes narrowed in his version of a grimace before guiding Angel inside and getting in, shutting the door behind them.
There was no driver, just a face on the center console's screen. "Got your destination lined up: The Happy Hotel! Be there soon!"
And with that, the car took off. Alastor sighed, gripping the edge of the seat tightly. He'd never liked automobiles.
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Alastor, always a gentleman, helped him inside the waiting car and he scooted to the far side of the backseat. It was a bit strange, Angel's behavior. You might expect him to use Aastor's daring rescue as an excuse to fawn over him. Instead he was uncharacteristically quiet as he stared out the window, gripping on to his arms in tight fists. After what seemed like an eternity Angel spoke.
"Why did you come for me? And don't feed me that bullshit line about how I'm your toy." His tone has a bit harsh for someone who was just pulled from the fire.
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Who knew if they were being recorded? And right now neither of them could afford looking weak.
Besides, right now Alastor was regretting that heart he'd eaten not too long ago. Supreme Creator and His loa, he hated cars. He always felt queasy in them.
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Damn, he was really starting to feel that pleasant buzz that numbed his pain tearing away leaving behind raw nerves. The reality of their situation dug deep into him and he stewed in his ugly emotion soup. Angel bit down hard on his bottom lip fighting off the anxiety attack he felt clinching at his chest. It was getting hard to breathe and the already tiny car felt like it was shrinking.
It felt like a lifetime before their taxi pulled up the drive to the Happy Hotel. The taxi barely came to a stop when Angel charged out of it, slamming the door behind him without waiting for Alastor. Not bothering to look back to see of the deer was following, Angel marched up the sidewalk to the front doors. Angel knew he should be thankful but he wasn't. He was angry. He was hurt.
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Alastor calmly got out of the car, striding into the hotel after Angel. If anyone asked, well, the spider still had his jacket.
He didn't say anything, just letting Angel have his little fit. Likely the drugs leaving his system.
He only stopped when Charlie appeared, looking quite confused and distressed. She moved to follow Angel but Alastor held up a hand.
"Let me handle it," Alastor told her. "If he yells at me, there's no risk of me taking it personally."
"If you're sure..." she murmured, looking worriedly towards Angel.
Alastor patted the princess of Hell on the head. "I am. Besides, he'll feel less guilty when he comes down if it's me he's tearing into."
With that, Alastor resumed following Angel.
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Angel glance down at the stylish red jacket he was wearing and tugged at the collar. Why didn't he realize sooner that it smelt like him. Something about it was relaxing, reassuring... Fuck, Angel immediately hated himself for thinking that. He was mad at him right now. Angel fidgets in his spot when a flash of green distracted him. The money.
The memory of all those hands on his body came rushing back to flood him with shame and disgust. God, he must have looked the fool shaking his ass. Gritting his teeth he reached down to start tearing free the dirty money from his skirt and garters as if it burned his skin, tossing it carelessly to the floor. When the last bill fell the spider let's out a pitiful scream, sinking to the floor to bury his face in his hands.
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