A Hellish Forever
Ch. 3: Spider Bites
Angel sighed and pulled out a pen from his pocket. The pen was white in color and was engraved with the words "Corbano Family".
"Ya ever heard of the Mafia, Kid?", he asked Lincoln. Lincoln nodded, having watched the 1972 classic The Godfather with Luna and Lori once. "Well,", Angel began, "My family was one of the top Families in New York. I was born in 1915. My Dad was a poor man, workin' 2 jobs ta make ends meet. He happened to meet the Don of New York, who offered him a job."
Alastor excused himself to get the three each some hot chocolate, as it was a chilly night.
"Well, my Dad, he loved the Mafia lifestyle. Stylish suits, the thrill of crime. I grew up in it- then the Crash happened. I had ta watch as people struggled while the Rich were fine. Ya saw Fat Nuggets earlier, right?" Lincoln gave a thumbs up to the demon, having seen him wandering down the hallway.
"Well... let's just say some enemies. They were pig food", Angel said with a laugh. He then frowned.
"I always felt different when around guys than gals. My dad's brother, my Uncle Sylvester, was Gay. And I discovered I was too", he said, giving a small smile.
"Wow. I thought you just liked to dress that way", Lincoln said. "But my sister Luna. She's Bisexual."
"Ya family okay with her?", Lincoln was asked. He shrugged. "As far as I know, Me and Luan know. Leni and Lori too- they are my oldest sisters. But...we are cool with it."
Angel looked away for a second, collecting his thoughts. Lincoln scooted closer, ready to give support if needed.
"My family never was", Angel said, beginning to weep softly. Angel then looked down, seeing that Lincoln had hugged him. He let out a sad chuckle.
"Sad, isn't it? You've accepted me...my family- well I can't say that. My sister Molly did. When Dad threw me out- she took me in with no problem. I was 19 and had her. She hated the Mafia style and got out as soon as she could."
Alastor came back with 3 cups of the steaming brew, setting two down on the table next to Lincoln and Angel. He then sat across from them, sipping on his thoughtfully.
"Anyways, I got lost into the scene that wanted me- the party scene. I tried anything- Cocaine, Heroin, Alcohol and Pot of course. But Angel Dust- that was my baby. Getting lost on a trip- it just let the pain go away."
Lincoln frowned hard at this and began to rub Angels back, having used this method to calm Lola in the past. "Luna had an overdose once. We found her slumped over in the living room."
"Lincoln. I died because of an overdose. It sucks. Because ya feel like ya have nothing that cares for ya- but those drugs never left me."
Angel stopped at this point and set Lincoln down next to him. He got up and walked over to the fireplace, staring at it. Could he? Could he tell the kid the next part? Would he understand? Was it right?
Alastor walked over and stood next to Angel. "That journeys over my friend. But you still should talk about the wounds."
"But. He's young.", Angel protested. Alastor shook his head. "So is Nifty. But Nifty got me."
Angel sighed and closed his eyes. He decided.
"Lincoln. Ya know what sexual assault is?"
Lincoln immediately got up and walked over, hugging Angel. Angel understood and gave him one too. "W-who did it?", Lincoln inquired.
It took Alastor everything he could not to rant. He took a few breaths and relaxed. "He's a demon named Valentino. He basically made Angel into a slave. But he is not anymore."
Angel gave a smile at the memory. "Yeah...Alastor basically threatened Valentino's life 6 months ago."
"A few days after I entered this cherry work", Alastor beamed. Angel chuckled and looked down at Lincoln. "Yeah...I was at his every beck and call. But I am free now. Don't worry Lincoln. I'm not in chains anymore."
At this, Lincoln grew so overwhelmed that he cried, feeling terrible for Angel. How could someone treat Angel so badly? So evilly?
Angel rubbed Lincoln's back and sat down, drinking his Chocolate in one gulp. Lincolns sobs soon subsided, and he fell asleep again. Lincoln knew in that moment...
He had a brother.
Charlie awoke with a yawn and stretch the next morning, barely avoiding Vaggie's face, who was asleep next to her. Vaggie mumbled and awoke, smiling at her girlfriend.
The two silently got up and headed downstairs. Vaggie's room was a few doors down from Lincoln's, knowing the boy was in turmoil. He would need comfort sometime. Vaggie knew he was trying to stay strong.
Vaggie and Charlie stopped as they hit the lobby and smiled at the sight before them. Angel was asleep, laying down on the couch. Lincoln was asleep on his belly. Smirking, Vaggie snapped a photo. This was perfect blackmail.
It was that afternoon that Lincoln would learn Vaggie's story...one of trying to dance with the devil. Only to be bit in the back...
A/N: Hello guys! Yes, I should clarify that Lincoln is 11 here. He will turn 12 in this fic... fairly soon he he. But as always, I will see you guy's next time!