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"Oh, you have got to be FUCKING me right now! ALL OF YOU IDIOTS, DIRECT FIRE TO THE RADIO DEMON!"

It was in vain. One by one they fell. It was a dance he had mastered and performed many times before already, though, as with all demons, they had their own ways of going about it. Alastor was quick and liked to be up close and personal, but sometimes took time to take in the suffering of his victim's. Alastor's grin seemed to widen along with his eyes glinting red as the blood splattered with either clean, precise cuts, or gory, violent smashes. It was clear he lived for this. Any retaliation would be deflected and directed back, and doubly. It was almost scary to Angel, but the feeling was overpowered by great attraction. 'Damn, he's good...' He could barely keep up, and before he knew it, was met face to face with the bloodstained speeder. Startled, he fell back, but was caught with one arm around him. In a graceful spin, the radio demon turned to let his appendages form from behind, acting as a shield. They had drawn fire quickly, as expected. "Are you alright, dear?" Sir Pentious was also caught off guard and gasped, two of the most dangerous in the underworld in front of him, immediately fearing for his own life. "HELP! THEY'RE RIGHT HERE!" Angel rolled his eyes, then looked at the one who saved him. "Mhm. Did I worry you?" He couldn't help but grin as the demon before him seemed to get a little flustered at this.

"Save it for later..." He wasn't sure if Alastor was truly smiling, or if it was his usual face. Restraints being cut loose, Alastor guided him, a hand upon Angel's. Then, he brought him close, their lips mere inches apart from a kiss. "This dance is for two! Follow my lead." Without a moment's hesitation, darkness enveloped them both, quickly transferring them to a nearby abandoned warehouse. Alastor let go, but Angel insisted in holding him, one arm around the back of the deer demon's neck. "They'll be breaking in here any moment. Let's both do our best, lo- *ahem.*" The spider demon's eyes lit up at this, but was rudely interrupted before anything more could happen.

"HEY, THEY'RE OVER HERE!" Without looking away, an extra hand did the work, shooting the offending demon through his teeth. Finally, Angel let go as more burst through the entrance and backdoor, priorities shifting. "Ugh, way to ruin the mood..." Following shortly was a brilliant show of red, yellow, and black. Bullets fired and lodged into their perfect resting places; eyes, brains, teeth, and bone penetrated with ease. Mystical tentacles erupted, traveling through organs, skin, impaling and cutting like a knife through warm butter. More and more arrived, and more and more were eviscerated. 'He's quite good... no, more than good. Swell.' Alastor noted to himself as he deflected a few lasers and bullets away from Angel and into some poor sap's liver, a few simple finger flicks being all that was necessary. "I think it's about time we end this, darling!" The radio demon caught the attention of everyone in the room with his announcement, and with that opportune moment, all the remaining minions were bound by tentacles. Raising Angel on a solid, void platform, the spider demon knew exactly what to do, all of his eight limbs possessing a trigger of demise. Alastor's heart throbbed as he watched in admiration. The spider spun delicately, his eyes not even open as he let the bullets fly in a carefree manner, effectively ending the entrapped circle. The smoke obscured his features for a moment, and revealed a very satisfied Angel Dust. "How do ya like that, sugar?" He had noticed the gaze.

"Bravo! Very impressive." Alastor applauded. He had worked with a fair share of demons before, but they were never able to keep up. Angel was not one of them, seemingly knowing what to do and how to do it without any say so. "Very impressive indeed... you've fallen for my trap!" The two looked over to the third demon in the room. They had neglected him this whole time. "Shit. I forgot all about this guy." With a loud whir and rumbling, two large gatling guns emerged from the floor. Maniacally laughing, Sir Pentious clapped mockingly. "None of what you've done means nothing! Those bumbling idiots will be easily replaced... and now, TWO obstacles will be taken out of the equation!" As the barrels rotated, Alastor acted fast and grabbed Angel, once again shielding themselves. "Can you get a shot in?" The spider demon peeked, but guns definitely wouldn't dent those turrets. "Not a chance! And even then, that thing's a hologram. His real body's gotta be somewhere else... damn it." He replied, slumping down against the shield. "Hmm. Perhaps..." Looking out as well for a moment, an idea came to the deer. "That light's projecting from the base. I'd wager that the source..."

"Got a plan? We're looking pretty screwed here."

"But of course. Listen carefully... you'll run in that direction." He gestured, and as a guideline, a shadow followed, showing a path. Angel nodded. "The shield will follow you. And you'll keep following that shadow. It will lead you right to the last bit of whatever brain I let him live with. You know what do with it."

"Alright, sounds like a plan. What about you?"

"I'll stay right here. I need to make sure he doesn't get a single scratch on you." Angel suddenly felt unsure about this by his tone, but nodded again. He was one of the strongest demons in this hellhole after all. He'd be able to handle himself. Before he could turn away, he felt a hand gently grab his arm. Turning to look, he was met with a soft kiss between his eyes. "Be safe." Alastor softly purred, his eyes lowered, and his grin reserved into a simple smile. Once again, Alastor had gotten Angel Dust to blush. The two stared at each other over the annoying laughter and gunfire, though in their minds, even for just a brief moment, the only thing they could feel was each other. Angel would be the one to break contact, giggling.

"Y-yeah, I will. Geez, now's not the time..." All went according to plan as, when he was given the signal, he ran for it. The shield followed, deflecting all bad intentions, and the path was clear. Jumping and moving past some obstacles, it led to a hatch, and just as the radio demon had inferred, it was there. A small piece of brain matter, salvaged by technology in a tube. "Easy enough! Say goodnight, motherfucker." Glass shattered as Angel fired upon on the mechanism sustaining Sir Pentious' self, immediately hushing the previously deafening booming of the chain gun, and more importantly, the scum behind it all. "About time you shut up." Making sure none of this could happen again, he stomped the shot piece of matter, just in case. Sighing in relief, he laughed. Finally, it was over.

Catching his attention from the bottom corners of his vision, the shadow beneath him faded, inch by inch. Following, he mused. "Ahhh, that was some nice r&r. A bit too close at the end, but..." He was now sitting down right from where they were originally huddled, back against a barrel now. A small pool was already beneath him, and he was looking downwards. "...Alastor?" Realization hit like a truck. "Oh, shit. No, nononono..." Angel hurried to his side and was greeted by the severity of his injuries. His luxurious clothing was now in ruins, huge holes everywhere. His blood was flowing quickly, too much of it leaking. Even if the bleeding could be stopped, it was likely his organs were destroyed. He was lucky to even still be alive.

It became apparent what exactly had happened. The radio demon had placed himself as bait. He was the main target. "W-well done, darling... very well done." Alastor dared to reach up, but he was too weak, coughing as blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. "Don't talk... don't... just stay alive, ok?" The desperation was obvious in the words of the spider demon. Angel's lips trembled, and tears immediately formed. "Please, darling, it's..." He never got to finish his sentence, instead simply smiling as he was held closely. "All these years... only one other demon has... cared so much for me." He just needed to rest. Involuntarily, he felt his eyes close. Even now, feeling death draw near, there was not an ounce of regret as he thought back to all of the events that happened leading up to this point. Except for one thing...

"Angel Dust." The words were quiet, but spoken firmly.

"Y-yeah?"

"I love you."


Stirring, Angel Dust awakened. The ceiling was one he could recognize as one of the hotel's rooms. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it seemed he had slept all the way through to the other day. "Was it just a dream? What a hell of a trip..."

"It wasn't a dream." It was his best friend. The one who set him up. Anger filled his entire self momentarily, but he sighed, exhaling. Under the threat of death, most people would do whatever was told of them. Even more so with demons. The betrayal was quickly forgiven as he closed his eyes. "You... passed out. So I brought you back here." The memories quickly came back, running through every important moment. Questions flooded his head, and he chose carefully which to ask. He settled on the most imposing one. "...where is he?" There was a silence. Just from that, he felt the need to cry. Just when he had perhaps found someone in this wretched place. Just when he had found someone... perfect, for him.

Another voice answered gently.

"I'm here, darling."

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