The next morning, Alastor was strolling down the hall of his basement. He walked happily knowing that his love was awaiting him in her prison cell.
Alastor pictured Vaggie in her beautiful lingerie dress and imagined how smooth and soft her body would be against his when they would finally share a bed together. The wedding day was getting closer.
Sure, Vaggie wasn't ready to be presented to all of Hell, but that was a minor problem that would be optimistically solved with Rosie's help. Even if it wasn't, Alastor had other ways to rope her in line. One way or another, Vaggie would be his bride.
Ah, yes. Less than two weeks and that exquisite little moth demon would be his to have and to hold for all eternity.
Before Alastor knew it, he was in front of the prison cell.
Vaggie was still sleeping on top of Angel who had his arms resting on her back. It was enough to make Alastor's blood boil, but he didn't interrupt. At least, not yet.
Alastor stood there watching Vaggie sleep for a minute and sighed contentedly. He was happy to watch his beautiful bride sleep until she rolled over.
When Vaggie rolled over, Angel's coat rolled off her chest revealing that she was not only not wearing her dress, but that there was a telltale kissing mark on Vaggie's neck where his should have been.
Alastor saw red. He growled lowly and bolted for the cage's door. In less than a second, Alastor tore the prison door off its hinges and had tossed it down the hall.
Vaggie and Angel bolted upwards and stared in horror at the rageful look on Alastor's face.
Angel held Vaggie defensively and asked with a smirk, "What's wrong, stag?"
All of a sudden, thick black tentacles emerged from Alastor's bowtie, wrapped around Angel's neck, and started to choke him.
Knowing she had to act, Vaggie stood up, grabbed the book, and dashed towards Alastor.
Vaggie slapped Alastor across the face with her book catching him so off guard that he dropped Angel on the floor.
Alastor looked at Vaggie, looked at Angel clad in Vaggie's lovely slip, and regained a bit of composure thinly veiled under his diabolical smile.
"Tell me, Vaggie," Alastor said in an unpleasantly calm tone as Angel coughed on the ground. "What exactly transpired between you two last night?"
"We kissed," Vaggie said carefully. "I gave Angel the slip. Then we read the book and went to sleep. That is all."
"Oh?" Alastor responded calmly. "Even so, he should have known better than to kiss another man's wife."
Suddenly, Vaggie and Angel noticed the sound of boots running down the hallway and stopping in front of the prison cell. The duo looked up to see Rosie standing just outside their cell.
"Oh, dear," Rosie said in her sickly sweet, concerned tone. "What in the nine circles of Hell is going on here?"
"Angel kissed my bride," Alastor said barely concealing his anger. "He is in need of punishment."
"No!" Vaggie yelled attempting to dash towards Angel before Rosie grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back.
"Unfortunately, Vaggie, this little bluenose is getting what he deserves," Alastor said snapping his fingers transferring the blue slip from Angel back to Vaggie. "Rosie, could you get Vaggie cleaned up and ready for breakfast? I have to do some punishing."
"Of course," Rosie replied with a sick smirk as she began to walk to the door with Vaggie in tow.
"NO!" Vaggie screamed trying desperately to shake herself out of Rosie's grip. "It was all me! I kissed Angel first! It was all my fault! Please don't hurt him!"
Angel scoffed and said with a sad smirk, "What are ya talking about? It was me who made the first move, babe. And I don't mind saying I enjoyed it."
Rosie placed her cold hands on Vaggie's shoulders and quickly pushed her out of sight amidst her loud protests.
When Alastor was sure Vaggie was out of the basement, he looked back where Angel was sitting on the floor only to find that Angel wasn't there.
Alastor turned around to see Angel standing and urinating in the toilet right in front of him.
Sensing Alastor's eyes boring a hole into his back, Angel smiled and said, "I just thought I should get this out of my system before we got started. I figured you wouldn't like the mess."
Alastor stood there dumbfounded and glaring at Angel as he finished his business, flushed the toilet, and took his time walking over to the sink and washing his hands.
Once he was done, Angel turned around, leaned back against the sink, smirked, and said, "I know you ain't happy with me, stag, but I ain't sorry. When you brought Vaggie to me, she was scared and needed some comfort, so I gave it to her."
Alastor was silently shaking with rage now.
Angel smirked amusedly and added, "What's the matter, Alastor? You can't handle that I'm a better kisser than you?"
Alastor snapped. In a flash, his foot smashed in Angel's left knee causing the latter to squeal in pain as he fell to the ground.
"Oh, yes, Daddy !" Angel cried out between gasps for air as Alastor's tentacles reached for his limbs. "Let me have it! I've been bad!"