I said most of the stories here would be Charlie x Vaggie oriented, most of them...

Usually, I wouldn't add warning for my stories, because where is the fun on that? But for this case:

Gore and severe violence in this chapter, viewer discretion is advice.

Synopsis: Angel Dust's beggining with Valentino.

"Wait here."

"I'm not going anywhere, darling." Angel Dust flirted to a bodyguard winking at him.

"...Stupid bitch," said the bodyguard before leaving to search for one of his companions, and left Angel Dust in the back of a recording set. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes to appear natural and avoid looking like an idiotic mannequin standing all alone.

After a while the actors and the director of the set arrived and filming began. Angel Dust knew what he was getting into when he sought the attention of Valentino, one of the greatest, if not the greatest pimp in Pentagram City. His money was starting to run dry, as well as his luck at finding jobs that didn't have sexual aspects.

"Hey, isn't she that Angel whore" Someone confused his gender, again.

The guys behind him kept talking but he just avoided turning to them and feigned deaf ears to avoid more trouble than necessary.

"Now that you say it, I think so, did you see that video where she fapped six guys at the same time?"

"Six? I counted 9."

"I say she'd give me her number."

"Uff, sure I could make her go out with me, I could jack off just imagining it."

"You fucking freak..."

The two guys continued arguing with each other, Angel just continued to ignore them.

The door opened and the bodyguard came out and gestured for Angel to come in. As he passed between the two Angel bodyguards, he lifted his four middles fingers of their hands as he walked away.

As soon as he entered, Angel was greeted by the smoke of a cigar that someone was smoking at the entrance. Hell, even he wasn't used to such strong cigars. Despite his best attempts, he couldn't help coughing up some of that smoke and ended up teary-eyed for a moment, it felt like bags of excrement had been stuffed up his nostrils all the way to his lungs. And the worst part is that the stench wasn't just from the type of cigarette he left. It was permeated throughout the room.

Valentino's offices, more than offices per se, were a small club within the studio for several of his associated. Several strippers in tubes with demons surrounding them were placed around the many floors of the high floors of the building, and even more several pairs of tables across the room with more demons on them who were talking, getting high, and more. Angel could even see one of Valentino's girls sucking a woman's pussy from under the table, while she was talking to a horned demon much lower than her like nothing happened.

Angel followed the bodyguard around the room until they arrived with Valentino, who was in a secluded area on an elevated level, from where he could see the rest of the club. After passing the bodyguards

"B-boss," he gulped before continuing. "Here is Angel Dust as she requested."

"Actually I am a he–"

"Daniel." Called Valentino to the bodyguard and told him to move out of the way with his head.

Valentino smoked from his joint before speaking, exhaled through his nose and a cloud of red smoke that struck Angel. The demon spider tried not to be affected by the scent. But he was in vain. If the cigar from before was bad, this felt like he had been literally punched in the face and squeezed out of his lungs. He fell to his knees as he coughed up the red smoke. The moth demon just watched him while his companions just cackled.

"Come with me, I have something to teach you. Daniel, Alexander, you too," Valentino called, and two bodyguards responded to his boss' call.

They left the pseudo club and walked past the recording sets. Everyone got out of the way as soon as they saw Valentino walking on their direction. Some even hid from his view behind boxes, other people, whatever they could find.

They reached the back of the building. Valentino took out a key and opened the door. They entered a room with several pieces of furniture covered with sheets and piles of dusty boxes, the only light came from an old ceiling flashing light ubicated at the center of the room.

Since Angel sat down, the gazes of the bodyguards fell on the back of his head. Cold sweat trickled down his neck and he was starting to soak his back. His leg bounced over and over no matter how much he concentrated on not doing it. Slowly, he settled his hand on his leg and squeezed it until he wanted to gasp. He masked the pain by settling into his seat, as if he were on his turf, confident and with a big, white-toothed smile.

Valentino was silent and the demon spider did not know what to do. Should he smile at him? Say something? The atmosphere seemed as if no one was present and everyone was on their own in the room. It was hard for him to ignore his heartbeat that echoed louder and louder. Not the music from the speakers in the club, the recording sets, or the voices of the people. No sound came in.

What Angel Dust didn't know is that no sound was going to come out either.

Angel's head was slammed against the table. It had been one of the bodyguards, Angel tried to get up and defend himself by taking out his six arms but the bodyguards were simply much faster and stronger. Their size gave them enough advantage that each could grab 3 Angel arms each.

"I've seen you for a while now, I didn't expect much of you, but I didn't think you were stupid enough to come with me," Valentino said as he approached Angel and grabbed him by the face.

"I also know that you know Cherri Bomb and that you have helped her in the wars for territories. I've tried hunting that bitch during months but she just won't give in, so I'll have to settle for your pathetic ass." Then he tightened his grip on Angel's face to the point that Valentino's nails cut into Angel's skin and he began to bleed. "When you meet that cheap motherfucker again, and believe me, I know you will, tell her that if I see her in my territory again, both you and she will be truly sorry this time."

Angel heard Valentino talking and talking, but he could barely understand what he was saying. The next thing he felt was the bodyguard lifting by the neck and hem of his suit. Among the blurred vision of him he made out the second bodyguard removing a sheet from a piece of furniture, and revealed a table with 3 pairs of straps to tie him up.

That table was specifically designed for him.

They tied him by the feet, hands and even the neck. They placed the table directly under the light, Angel tried to get away, but after a few tries, Valentino came over and gave him a blow to the stomach that took the air out of Angel and spit out some blood as he stood still and trembling.

"Oh please don't get like that. Think of this as mere formality, after all, a good deal is the one signed in blood. Not mine of course."

Angel just spat blood in his face and he responded by spanking his face.

"Ah! You damn whore!" Valentino exclaimed before throwing a punch into Angel's face. "Francisco! What the fuck are you waiting for!?" One of the bodyguards immediately opened the door and dragged an imp with a bag inside and threw it into the room, followed by a small scream.

Francisco got up in a hurry and adjusted his glasses after making sure they weren't broken.

"I-I'm sorry, Boss, uh, excuse me." He walked past the other bodyguard as he settled his bag on his shoulder. He tossed his bag onto the table before jumping on top of it.

Angel tried to free himself from the restraints until the straps began to mark his skin. He only stopped, shock in fear, when he saw Francisco in front of him.

"pdease help me...pease I bej ou." Angel stammered spitting blood between his words.

"I-I… I'm sorry… I'm really sorry that I have to do this. Usually most of our, uh, 'guests' are unconscious at this point and I…honestly don't have anything like anesthesia." He put on black gloves and took out some kind of tweezers from his bag. Angel tried to wriggle out even harder. "Please, I can't do this if you're moving…hey, Boss… If you could give some–" Francisco was cut off by the audible growl of his boss—as he tried to wipe the blood off his suit.

One of the bodyguards approached the table and grabbed Angel Dust by the head and chest. Francisco put the tweezers in Angel's mouth and with all the force he had, he pulled one of his teeth until it was removed.

Angel let out a great high-pitched shriek that turned into a thunderous scream as Angel shook over himself as much as he could. And as fast as it started, it finished. His body fell exhausted on the table almost dead.

The little imp placed the tooth he pulled out on a metal tray. The next thing Angel felt was the imp wiping the blood from his mouth and examining it for a few minutes, when he thought it was finally over, he felt his mouth being forced open once more and something was embedded in the hole where his tooth was. Angel flinched again but with less force, the bodyguards didn't have to hold him, and with good reason.

"I'm implanting you with a, uh, false tooth. A 'gold' tooth," Francisco said. "Just don't move it, or...try to remove it."

His body was exhausted. Everything felt distant and confused.

Just as Angel was about to fall asleep, Valentino gave him a wake-up slap and grabbed him by the hair.

"Look at me. And let me be clear to you. From now on." Valentino leaned closer to Angel. "You. Are. Mine," He said before exhaling a small cloud of red smoke that hit Angel's face. The smoke made its way to his mouth and coated Angel's new tooth, giving it a bright reddish mantle for a second before disappearing.

Satisfied with the job, Valentino nodded and the bodyguard untied Angel.

Crawling off the table, Angel fell to the floor. He struggled for a few moments before regaining his strength to be able to stand up. His first idea was to crawl to the door, but before he could take a single step, the second bodyguard came between him and the exit. Then he heard a little laugh.

"Who said you could go?" Valentino said. The bodyguard who prevented him from leaving forced him to turn around and as soon as he saw his new boss, he grabbed him by the jaw.

At Angel's pain, Valentino's vile smile grew bigger as he tightened his grip.

"If I tell you to pose, you pose for the camera. If I tell you to fuck, you fuck. And if I tell you to make Daddy happy..."

Angel just whispered babbling from his mouth.

"That's right, you make Daddy veeery happy."

From that day on, Angel became Valentino's prostitute, suffering and enduring every one of his orders and whims. Until one day Charlote Magne, Lucifer's daughter, opened the Hazbin Hotel.

Angel was in his room looking in the mirror while he tried to tie a small knot around his golden tooth, but he failed to do it again and again because of his hands that would not stop shaking.

"Let me do it," A voice said a voice behind Angel.

"God damn it…I told you I can do it."

"Give me that thing." The voice grunted and stepped in front of Angel.

"Ugh! For fuck's sake Husk!"

Angel held his mouth until Husk made sure to tighten the knot by giving it a few light tugs.

He grabbed the other end of the rope and tied it to the knob in the room.

"Ready?" Husk asked and Angel gave him a thumbs up.

Husk opened the door and quickly slammed the door and his tooth fell to the ground.

"Did he really put a gold tooth on you?" Husk asked as Angel picked it up.

"N-no. This is just a trinket he used to…mark…us. A-as far as I know, his tooth is actually gold. But Cherri says she knows a guy who can help me get a normal tooth. "

"And you think that shit is safe?"

"Well, it's not like I want to go without a tooth around everywhere, I must look fabulous, duh, "he joked as he pointed to his own body." Especially for my little Husky." Angel flirted with him causing an expected blush on his face that he tried in vain to hide.

"If...you need some help I, ah, I can, ah, accompany you..." Husk offered.

That was something Angel was not expecting.

"I would love that."

But not something he was going to reject, and he hugged it right there. They stayed in that position for a long time until a voice interrupted them.

"Husk, my good friend! As much as I love that you wallow in your sins with our fellow vermin, I need you to help me with a little chore," Alastor said with his typical over enthusiastic tone standing at the door of the room.

"Go fuck yourse-"

"NOW." He imposed with a grave unearthly voice.

"Fucking pimp..." he cursed him in a low voice.

"It's okay, go," Angel whispered to him.

Husk accepted and left Angel alone. Soon, in the silence, Angel hesitated if getting a new tooth was a good idea in the first place.

On more than one occasion Angel had removed the tooth that Valentino put in on his own, but Angel had died several times during his stay in hell and each time Valentino's tooth was still with him after every death; effect of the red glow he placed on his tooth.

So if every time he died, he came back with the gold tooth, all he had to do was not die anymore, not put himself in any situation that would put his life in danger. Easy right?

"Easy peasy," Angel told himself confidently. "That...sounded so much better in my head."

Probably this will not be my last stories with Angel Dust, but it will definitely be a lot less gory than this one.

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