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Today, it looked like Angel and his eight-month-old baby Bella would have an easy, quiet lunch. After having a hard time adjusting to baby food, it turned out that she loved mushed pears. Angel could feed them to her without needing Husk's help.
Then the sounds of screams and roars came from right outside. At least Bella now had specialized earmuffs, so she was not bothered by the noise. Angel looked over at Husk, who had a tired, knowing expression.
Alastor entered the hotel, lightly dabbing at his mouth with a red handkerchief.
“The fuck was that?” Angel asked.
“You needn't concern yourself, Angel Dust,” Alastor replied smugly. “It has been...taken care of.”
Alastor suppressed an ungentlemanly, indigestion-related hiccup. One of the lawyers he'd just eaten had been another infamous serial killer, who had been a law student in life. His crimes were distasteful even by Alastor's standards.
“Damn it, Val!” Vox yelled, flashing and glitching to the point it briefly made Val freeze up. “I'm not sending any more of our lawyers to get that brat back! It's just more food for that smiling asshole and another way for him to fuck with me! You're on your own!”