The pair stepped into the establishment, EDM greeted them on their way in. They walked down a long hallway with posters adorned on both sides; Angel Dust was the subject of most of the posters which showed the age of this place. At the end of the hall was two sets of doors and a receptionist counter in between that was currently unoccupied. Angel and Cherri moved past this and through the doors into the showroom proper. Viewing the room Angel noted how little has changed. A simple bar on the right of the room, a couple tables and chairs on the left, littered with empty beer bottles, and a small walkway leading to a pole in the center with plenty of space on either side for patrons to stand at. Currently only a few demons occupied this space watching a female demon made of pure fire dance for them. At the bar, a fatter imp stood there polishing a glass, he wore a dirty tattered shirt and a thick graying beard. Scars collected randomly on his face, his thick arms jiggling as he cleaned. He only looked up when he noticed the new presence in the room.

"Well look boys, seems our gracious overlord has come to visit this lowly establishment," the imp said setting down the glass. "I am truly humbled." He finished with an exaggerated bow, showing his one broken horn in the glow of the swiveling stage lights.

Rolling his eyes Angel walks up to the bar with Cherri following behind. "Save the theatrics Ron, we won't be here long. Just some quick business I need ta finish."

Looking past Angel the imp smiled, "Ah Cherri, didn't know you two were still fuckin' around. Though to be fair I haven't seen ya since Val took you off my hands years ago." He leans in closer to Angel, "Which by the way, I called that he was a bad idea, but hey it worked out for ya in the end so what do I know eh?"

"Not a whole lot it seems, looks like that hasn't changed eitha'."

Laughing, Ron pointed at Angel and replied, "Ahaha you sassy motherfucker, see that's what I missed about you Angel. These newbies never had the balls to talk to me the way you do. It's why you were my favorite, my star."

Angel grimaced slightly at this, but Ron didn't notice. "Yeah, we done with this bullshit trip down memory lane? Like I said, we're on business." He nodded to Cherri.

Ron slightly scowled at Angel's remark before speaking again, "Business huh?" He raised an eyebrow as Cherri put down her bag and unzipped it. "What kind of- " he stopped again when he noticed Cherri pulling out explosives with a wicked smile. He turned to look at Angel again, "You got to be fuckin kiddin' me right? That ain't what I think it is, is it?"

"Oh it is, why ya so surprised Ron? Ta be fair you had this comin for a looooong time, or have ya been wearin' your rose-tinted glasses for too long?"

Ron pulled a shotgun from underneath the bar and pointed it at Angel, "You better tell your friend to put the bombs back before I paint your face all over the goddamn stage."

At this, the tone in the room changed completely. The EDM that had been playing throughout their conversation was cut, and the girl on stage had stopped dancing and was clutching the pole fearfully as she and the other patrons watched this conflict start to grow. Cherri, still crotched over her bag with bombs in her hands looked up towards Angel. Angel looked at her and made a motion with his head to signal to continue the plan. As Cherri got up and started discreetly planting bombs the shotgun cocked.

"I know you were never good at listenin' Angel but I know you heard that, now take the explosives and get the hell out of my club or... I'll..."

The imp slowly stopped mid-sentence, looking at his arms confused as they began to shake. Slowly, his right arm began to dip and the shotgun angled itself upward.

"Rose-tinted glasses... I never really understood that expression til I wore Val's glasses for the first time. Lookin' with them, the world seemed so much prettier. All the garbage and pain this life has looked better in a way, if that makes any sense. But see when you take them off you're back to seein' everything for how it always was. You say you saw a star on the stage where there actually was a prisoner of your own making. You say you saw sass where there actually was a disobedient whore for you ta smack around. You say you missed me where actually... you were thumbing cash as you waved me out the door. Truth is, when the glasses come off, you were no better than Valentino. And in some cases, you were a lot worse."

The shotgun was fully pointed under the imp's chin now, his shaking hands desperately trying to move or release the weapon to no avail. Angel turned and looked to the girl on stage, "Ain't that right kid?"

The fire demon was clearly shaking as she stared at Angel with fearful eyes. "Lemme ask ya somethin', when did you die?" Angel asked.

Confused the demon stuttered, "I... I don't k-know."

Angel smiled, "C'mon, everybody remembers when they die. They even rememba' how, where, and why. But for now that ain't important." Angel began stepping towards her, "Just tell me when," he said stepping with each word, stopping on 'when'.

Her flames crackled as she stood there, the other patrons had backed away from the pair keeping their distance from Angel. "October 14th, 1989... I.. I was 15."

Angel smiled, it was exactly what he wanted to hear. He turned sideways raising a glowing green fist up so Ron could see it. "See Ron, truth is you specialized in bringing the freshest entertainment to people down here. Course, you had a different definition of the word 'fresh'. I had ta be the oldest fuckin person you had."

Angel walked back to the imp who's face was stained by tears. "See I had another reason for comin' here besides business Ron, I gave you one chance to clean your shit. I even removed every one of your 'women' to motivate ya, but your dumb ass kept on fuckin' up, and you dragged more kids into your sick club last night. You were even dumb enough ta think I wouldn't notice well, Ron, it's time for the glasses to come off."

Angel then opened his glowing hand causing the imp's finger to slip in front of the trigger of the gun, and closing his fist again the imp pulled the trigger, leaving nothing behind but a headless corpse and bits of flesh and brain-matter scattered behind him on the wall. The other people in the club took the opportunity to try and run, but were ground in place by tentacles that had emerged from the ground and wrapped around their legs while they were left distracted. A couple tried to struggle, which only caused the tentacles to grip tighter and dig into their flesh and cracking bones. Noticing this the rest resigned themselves to their fate as those who struggled cried out in agony, the only sounds in the club.

"You may want ta go kid, there'll be nothin' left of this place in a few minutes." Angel turned his attention back to the young fire demon.

Her face was scrunched up as if she were deep in sorrow, yet no tears flowed. Although thankful she was deeply disturbed by the events she saw tonight. "Where... where will I go?" she asked through a fiery hand cupping her mouth.

Angel looked at the ground briefly before looking back to her, "Happy Hotel. They'll treat ya well, and you won't have ta do shit like this anymore. Now get out of here kid."

She nodded and ran out the doors Angel and Cherri came through, leaving small fiery footprints in her wake. Cherri walked up to Angel, holding only a silver ball in her hand. "Always knew Ron was a creep I just didn't think... damn. And where'd you learn to do all this Angel?" She nodded to the demons still trapped on the floor.

Angel's fuchsia-glowing eyes looked at Cherri, "It's just somethin' I picked up a while back, never really thought about usin' it until now. Figured Ron could be a test before Velvet gets here. I have a feelin' we'll be needin' this."

Cherri nodded before holding up the silver orb she had in her hand, "Well all the explosives are in place, hidden and in as many weak spots as I could find. All that's left is this little number right here. Something I had been saving for a special occasion like this."

"What is it?"

"Well, usually I don't like to spoil the surprise but I think you'll have a lot more fun knowing. It's an Extermination bomb, made it myself. See the angelic metal Exterminators use are unbreakable, the spears themselves sure but the metal tip? Nada, I tried every way I could think. So then I thought, why break it down when you can build around? This ball is loaded with enough spear tips and powder to kill anything unfortunate enough to be near it. If I put it in the center of a room like this, it'll kill anyone inside." Cherri smiled as she tossed the ball up and down, "Pretty clever I know, you're lucky to have a friend like me."

Angel smiled, this is it then, tonight Velvet will die and once Valentino is gone nothing will be in Angel's way. Just then his radio crackled to life.

"Anthony! You need to get back to the studios now!"

Angel's face turned to a slight panic, he picked up his radio from his side, "Niss? The hell is goin' on?"

"Husk, figlio di puttana, we were set up Tony. From the very beginning we were set up, we never had this in control." His voice sounded haggard over the radio. "I ain't got much left in my brotha', just get back to the studio, don't let her get to Val-"

Suddenly, a faint but familiar voice was caught over the radio, "Ooooo, what's that you got there little spider? Wanna show it to me?"

"No problem bitch. Ti amo fratellino," a soft click was heard and the radio crackled and died.

A small explosion was heard from outside, slightly rattling the building Angel and Cherri stood in. The radio fell to the ground. Cherri held her hands up to her mouth. Angel slumped onto his knees and stared at the ground in shock. Deep below the ground, Valentino is laughing.