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‘Another day, another client, another sleepless night.’ Angel Dust thought, walking back to the hotel after another day of work. ‘Fucking Val. It is the third time this week he has filmed me being fucked by the fan-serviced exorcists.’
Ever since battle at the hotel, Which was around 5 months ago, Hell went through some sort of change. Angelic steel became a very desired alloy as it would defend from exorcists during E-day as well as deal with unnecessary among sinners.
Overlords decided to show off their new found power, (some even were thinking about going to war with heaven) and laugh in the face of exorcists and made move on their tech in hell, practically silencing them and taking over few of their equipment from the battle.
Cannibals happily sold inedible parts of angels off to other demons: their masks, uniforms and gear.
He sighed “This day cannot get any worse”.
Right on cue, he heard someone being smashed against a wall in an alley. “Leave me fucking alone bastard!”
he heard a scream from there. ‘Just walk by, do not intervene, it’s none of your fucking business’ Angel kept repeating like mantra in his mind while he stared there at the direction of where rustling could be heard.
‘Why this should bother you, you have your own problems’ he tried to reason with himself. He could feel Charlie’s puppy eyes boring into him.
“You thought because you have angelic steel you’re a though guy, huh?” Then he heard a sound of chains being dragged on the floor. ‘Fuck your lessons Charlie’ Angel thought as he made his way to the sound.
He was not prepared what he saw in the dark corner of this alley. At least 3 bodies layed on the ground completely unrecognizable and eaten away by some weird looking flies, another one was impaled by support beam and finally someone was holding one guy by a throat while playing with his… chains?
And not a soul contract one, those were real chains. They were shimmering slightly but that was it.
“I Wouldn’t touch those” a raspy, tired voice could be heard from the victim. “Oh yeah? And why is that?” Said owl looking demon, aspiring new overlord by the looks of it. Just by the looks you could see that he was build like a culturist: strong, tall with snake tail ending with pitchfork.
‘Maybe I should have stayed away’ Angel thought, but righted himself right after ‘Screw this. I already am here, might as well do something… Damn it Charlie why are your stupid lessons working.’
He finally took one step to expose himself
Just when he heard a scream
The new overlord backed away as his hand literally melted away. “that’s why” said the… prisoner?
He certainly looked like one. Steel gloved hands with bloodied spikes imbedded in them, His head being concealed by a hood, and only his… metal face? No, a metal cage around his head could be seen. Said cage had only very small openings for his eyes and mouth.
He only had a cape and baggy pants on him. His chest was bare but had a strange set of glyphs on front. He looked like he haven’t ate in a while, not ‘skin on bones’ but enough to the point it looks unhealthy.
The weirdest part about him was that chains which hanged from his wrists were tied to his wrists, and he hold them like a whips. Now that Angel had better look at them they were not just shining. They were being heated to the point of glinting, creating sparks around them.
The owl demon took one more step back before he conjured a wall of blood from the bodies on the ground.
The blood wall creates spikes on front and moves forward to pin the prisoner to the wall. Just as he was about to be hit he jump in the air and from the back of his cape grew bug-like wings in different colors each.
He flew over the blood wall and dived to attack the owl demon. The overlord did a quick dodge which allowed him to create blood spears in the air.
As prisoner landed he braced himself to be impaled only to be jumped by Angel Dust and being pushed with him. He looked at Angel Dust with bewilderment. “Don’t expect to be later rewarded with thank-fuck”.
Before Angel could reply he was pushed of mere seconds before blood spears grazed a place where they landed. The prisoner moved quickly, with chains unraveling, he smacked the next few spears.
The owl demon tried to change his tactic and started throwing small needles, sharp needles. “This is all the mighty blood overlord can do owl-face?” The prisoner taunted before green gas moved from the hole where his mouth is.
“Shut it worm, who do you think you are to challenge me, mighty-” but before he could end the gas made its way into his nostrils causing him to start coughing violently.
The blood objects stilled in the air before changing into puddles of blood on the ground. The prisoner slowly made his way towards the demon, which had started franticly trying to conjure something only for the creation to fall to the ground with the sound of droppings of blood.
Angel Dust looked with mix of terror and confusion as crimson red chains appeared in overlords hands, only to be broken one by one.
Those were soul contracts, this guy before him had the ability to break them.
“I love using that one, it tracks every poor sinner you have contract with, and either breaks it, or if he sold you his soul… well they will be out of touch for a while.“
“Why- *cough**cough**wheeze*” “Because it would be pain in the ass to continue this assignment with an observer. Even tho I would have loved to go for another few minutes or so.”
The prisoner replied before creating a sickle attached to his right chain. “No hard feelings alright? Besides it’s not like those ‘poor’ sinners won’t come back.” He lifted his arm preparing for a slash
“You will not have such luck.”
And before the would-be overlord could do something, his head was severed from rest of his body and fallen to the ground.
Angel remained frozen for a moment before the Prisoner started moving towards him. It was at this moment Angel realized that he was very tall. Like maybe a head taller than Val. He shielded himself with one hand, but surprisingly no hit came.
He looked up only to see a prisoner sit down next to Angel, albeit some distance away as to not invade his personal space.
The prisoner rested his head on the wall. As if contemplates something. Then he picks a flask out of his pockets (How did it not break Angel will never know) and takes a quick swing, not touching the lips on his cage. Then he hands it to Angel. “As a thanks, even if I didn’t need your help I am still grateful.”
To say Angel was surprised would be an understatement. He slowly reached for the flask as if it would burn if he touched it. “yo - you’re welcome.” He took a quick swing and gagged. It was stronger than anything Husk ever made. And he could do hard drinks.
Person beside him just chuckled seeing his expression towards his drink, and took it away when Angel gave it back. “Beelzejuice” he exclaimed “hard to come by, but really good if you do find it. I thought that you out of everybody would know about it.” Angel was trying to regain his breath for a moment.
“Take it easy don’t want my ‘savior’ dying after drinking my fill” The prisoner scoffed at him.
“Don’t worry, I had my share in the past, not as strong as this one, but I will manage.” Angel replayed. “And who are you by the way, some convict escaping the law, or just escaping someone with prisoner kink?”
The prisoner just laughed. “Even if I told you would not believe, but let’s say that I am hiding from someone powerful. You can call me Cal, and be not mistaken. I chose those binds for myself, they help in hiding as well as other things.”
Before Angel could reply his phone went off. He checked and it was Val. ‘Can’t he leave me for at least an hour? I am not his toy to be broken and called at a whim.’ He dismessed the call and when he looked back Cal was gone, Angel heard chains riding against a wall. He looked back and saw him on the roof. “Thanks again, you saved me time on regeneration, good luck and try to avoid dark alleys in the future.”
And just like that he vanished with sounds of chains scraping on the roof.
Angel would not lie, this sound did send a shiver down his spine.
Angel picked himself up and left the alley.
As Charlie says: ‘One good deed a day, brings redemption closer”
There might have been some logic in that, but not like Angel could know. No demon made it to heaven after all.
He could see the hotel in the distance. ‘Oh boy they will never believe me when I tell them about this.’