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There was no plan. Those required to have time, safety, and control.
Angel had none of them.
Vydney was walking in front of him, while Vern was behind him. They were walking past the main strip of Pentagram city, when a familiar prickly feeling of his fur standing up came. Yet it was neither commanding nor strong.
Just a flicker.
The spider slowed just barely, scanning the street. Vern bumped into him, “Keep moving.” Was growled.
In defiance, the spider retorted, “I’m sorry big guy, but somethin’ feels… a bit off…” he trailed off. There was now a static sound emitting from an alleyway. Ignoring Val’s warnings, he ran off from the bodyguards, “HEY!” they both shouted, running after him.
He ran into the alleyway, where he found Alastor leaning up against the wall.
“Smiles?”
Alastor felt like he was being suffocated in the hotel. Charlie and Lucifer had basically had him under house arrest until they could figure out someone for the union. Who would be willing to be married to the radio demon.
His power may not be fully there, but that doesn’t mean the king and princess of hell can control him. So, he weakly used his shadows to get out of there.
Yet, as soon as he rematerialized in an alley, his weakened state had him collapsed against the wall to regain his energy. He wasn’t expecting to be found by Angel Dust.
Alastor tapped the pavement weakly, looking pale. A sharp, yet not, smile graces his face. The static energy was reduced to just a whisper.
Both hellhounds caught up behind Angel and started to pull at the spider.
The deer raised his hand – faltering as he was unable to summon anything more than a spark of shadow. “…How embarrassing…” he muttered.
Angel shook off the two holding him and walked forward slowly to the other. “Holy Shit, Al,” he breathed out. “Yer not lookin’ too good…” His heart was hammering with worry. He’d never thought he’d see this tough demon like this. Ever.
“…Angel… You’re alive…” Alastor gasped. His energy was depleting by the second.
Vydney walked forward to grab onto Angel once again, sneering at the radio demon, “You. Radio fucker, beat it!” He then turned to the spider, “And you, are going to have a talking to by Val when we get back!” the scarred hellhound growled.
“Do YoU KnOw WhO I aM?!” Alastor growled louder.
Yet when he went to use his eldritch powers, he faltered with a dizzy spell.
Without thinking, Angel tugged his arm away once again, darting forward to grab the red demon before he fell.
A jolt of static and shock plowed through them both.
Both spider and deer froze.
Stared at each other.
Then glancing down, Angel could see the infernal script of time on the other’s arm. All those rumors, even if he saw his friend – when did the radio demon become a friend in his thoughts?
“Al? Is it true? What everyone is saying?” he whispered. “Yer truly runnin’ out o’ time?”
Alastor kept looking at the other, an uncertain look in his eyes.
Angel was roughly grabbed, and pulled away, struggling just a bit to try and get back to Alastor. “Enough of this, whore! We’re going back!” Vern growled sternly.
“Wait, please!” the spider started shaking in fear. “Please! I need to –“ A limo had pulled up in front of the alleyway. Valentino’s Limo.
The door opened with force.
Vern and Vydney shoved the spider in.
Angel and Alastor’s eyes are still looking at each other.
With what power he could summon, his shadow went to the other, and whispered in the spider’s ear, “Survive, I’ll figure out how to save you.” And the door slammed shut.
Alastor stumbled out of the alleyway, watching as the limo that held the spider sped away.
He knew he needed to do something. Even if it would cost him everything.
But he knew.
He needed to save Angel Dust from Valentino.
The moment the spider was dragged up to Val’s studio, he knew he was going to be in for a brutal experience. Once inside the studio, the doors slammed shut.
The two hellhounds shoved Angel towards the moth, who was sitting in his chair – legs crossed, and a sneer upon his face. “Angel. Come here.” There was no emotion in Valentino’s voice. He knew that he couldn’t ignore the moth. He crawled over to the overlord, sitting on his knees.
SLAP
The impact sent the spider sprawling across the floor. A bruise was already forming on his cheek. “Val – Please! I – I’m sorry!” He cried out.
“Oh, baby cakes… It’s too late for that.” Val grabbed his chin, forcing the spider to look at him.” You see, I know what you did. You tried to get the radio demon to help you.”
Angel shook his head, “N- No! I- I didn’t! I swear!”
“Don’t. Lie. To. ME!” the moth growled in the spider’s face. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you, amorcito. I truly have been. But now?” He leaned down.
“You will be here. Doing more shoots, sucking more dicks, doing everything I ask." Then he whispered.
"You will be wishing that I'd kill you.”