"Hurry up it's almost on!" Nifty exclaimed excitedly, as she and everyone else in the hotel were currently gathered around the television.

Though it may seem odd given they had already seen it once, the reason why everyone in the Happy Hotel was eager to watch the evening news broadcast was because they could actually get into it. The first time they all watched the documentary it was out of pure curiosity and a need for answers, which is why their initial reactions were mostly focused on the horror and soul crushing nature on the Slayer's life. But now that they had all given their own condolences in some way to the big beefy brute, they unlike the unsuspecting denizens of Hell could savor the footage that was included with Vega's narration. Even though true to his word the clips and bits of footage that showed the Slayer at his best were the most tame they had on record, there was still no denying that seeing him mow down hordes of Doom's demons was like watching a movie, a very violent and messy movie.

This is why they all sat in excitement with snacks and beverages at the ready, they also admittedly were excited to see how Tom Trench would react once it was finished, as well as the rest of Hell going forward. However not everyone was present for this special viewing, Alastor still hadn't returned and his whereabouts were unknown, Angel Dust was in his and Cherri's room fixing himself up after his shower, and the man of the hour had mysteriously disappeared, not long after the brief conversation Vega and Katie had. As for Charlie, Vagatha, and Nifty all of whom hadn't been present till a few minutes ago, they showed up after they heard the small bit of shouting that came from Cherri and Angel respectively.

"No point in trying to rush him, he won't come out till he's star studded sexy." Cherri told her before taking a sip of the beer she held.

"Why though? Not like anyone out here's trying to fuck him." Blitzo said.

"Yeah well no one's trying to puke either yet you're sitting here in plain view." She replied with a smirk.

"As much as I'd love to see how fast you two could beat each other to death, how bout we just focus on the broadcast?" Katie suggested, not wanting this honestly nice and peaceful moment to be ruined.

"Wow, wouldn't expect you to be the one to keep the peace." Vagatha commented causing the other to role her eyes.

"Believe me if we weren't about to see Tom's entire grasp on reality be shaken to the core along with everyone else in Hell, I'd gladly be cheering her on to shove that bottle up his ass." She replied.

"Don't say that, it would be such a waste of good alcohol." Lucifer told her getting in his own quip on the lanky imp.

"Hey, cut him some slack alright?" Loona spoke up, for even though she didn't mind him getting made fun of a little it was starting to turn into a dogpile, no pun intended.

"Aw, thanks Loony." He replied all mushily, making her immediately regret sticking up for him. "Maybe we should've invited Stolas over to view it with us? It's been a while since I've seen him,

would've been nice to catch up." Lilith said.

"True, though he'll be busy calling all the nobles once it airs." Lucifer reminded her.

"Which is going to start in just a few minutes, if Angel doesn't want to miss it he really should hurry up." Nifty mentioned again.

"Come to think of it, he's not the only one who isn't here..." Vagatha noticed as there was a clear lack of unfiltered rage filling the air.

"I mean, considering he lived it, and he's sat through the documentary twice now, would you want to go through all of that again a fourth time?" Katie asked.

The response to that question was simultaneous and unanimous, as everyone instantly shook their heads quite firmly. For while they were excited this time around to appreciate the mastery that was his carnage, they still were well aware of just how messed up it was from start to finish. Still even with the Slayer's absence making sense to them it did seem like it was taking Angel longer than it should, even for a diva like him he had to be putting the finishing touches on by now right?

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"Almost..."

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"...There, done." Angel Dust said as he put down his hairbrush.

After the day he had Angel felt he was completely entitled to pamper the crap out of himself, complete with head to toe styling. This wasn't to say he went overboard or was dressing himself up for nothing of course, but he still did make sure every inch of his snowy white body was restored to pristine beauty. His nails were painted and trimmed even though they were normally hidden by gloves and boots, he lathered his body in lotion specially made to reach the skin of demons who were covered in hair or fur like him, and once it was rubbed in he set to brushing his beautiful self till he was flawless. All that was left to do now that he finished was to get dressed and join the others in the lobby, though he debated if he should redress in his normal clothes or put on something more casual as it was so late in the day.

Sadly he wouldn't have much time to debate on the matter as a knock came from his door, forcing him to instead put on the complimentary hotel robe so he could be decent.

"Look, I know I've been taking a bit, but after the kind of shit I've been through today I needed a little me time." He said once he had it on and began tying it shut, assuming it was one of the others, as Cherri would have just kicked it open or announced herself from the get go.

Walking over and opening the door to see who had been sent to fetch him, he was left speechless for a moment when it was the one person he hadn't expected.

"Forgive the disturbance Angel Dust, but the Slayer would like to have a word with you." Vega greeted once they saw each other.

Staring wide eyed at the Slayer initially, it took next to no time after for his expression to change to one of slyness, followed by him walking inside and sitting on the bed.

"Oh? Then why don't you come and have a seat next to me? No point in standing there when you could be...comfortable~" He suggested while crossing his legs, topped off with a light pat to the free spot next to him.

"While the structural integrity of the bed would support the Slayer's weight, I'm afraid he isn't here to shoot the breeze as you might say." Vega informed him, as the Slayer stepped in and closed the door so they would be alone.

"Are you sure? Bet it gets real boring being so straight laced and blunt all the time, would it REALLY be so bad if he say...enjoyed himself a little?" He asked as he casually pulled down the robe from one of his shoulders.

Responding in a way that Angel even in his attempt at seduction thought was impossible, the Slayer walked over to him and placed his hands on both his shoulders, gripping them tight enough to where it was firm but not painful or uncomfortable.

"H-Holy shit!" Angel exclaimed with a light blush and smile, unable to process that this was actually happening.

"Once again I am regretful to disappoint you Angel Dust, but the Slayer has no plans on becoming intimate with you, the reason why he is here and is currently gripping your shoulders is because he wants to know the truth." Vega told him.

"What're you talking about? This IS the truth! I really want to fuck your brains out! Or rather you fuck MY brains out while I squeal like a Japanese schoolgirl who just walked into an aquarium." He replied.

"No, the truth about your interaction with your employer Valentino, the Slayer and I know you weren't truthful about it, and he wishes to have the actual events laid out for him." Vega clarified.

Just as quickly as before the moment that statement reached his ears Angel's entire mood would change, this time going from sultry to dead serious.

"What I said was the truth, Val just wanted the money I was supposed to give him and that was it, in case you weren't keeping track of the facts he's my fucking pimp, and if I don't give him what he's owed then it won't be my ass that he's smacking next time I see him." He explained.

"So he hits you then, did he hit you this time as well? Only he held back to where there would be no signs of bruising?" Vega asked.

"No dipshit I just needed to give him his fucking money! Now if big bad and brooding here isn't going to plow me then we're done here, so get out!" He exclaimed while trying to move.

But of course he didn't move, not even so much as a single centimeter, for while the Slayer was still not gripping him to a degree that would cause him pain, keeping in mind how strong he was this "gentle" of a hold was all that was needed to keep the demon in place.

"Let go of me asshole!" Angel Dust demanded as he began struggling to break free, though in reality it was more like a child in their safety seat squirming out of frustration.

"The Slayer intends to keep you here until you are forthcoming about what happened, so there is no point in resisting nor continuing to lie to him." Vega said.

"WHY would I lie to him? You think I'm stupid or something? Cause I've seen in person what he fucking does to people who piss him off, and I have no intentions to be split in half anytime soon, at LEAST not by a fucking chainsaw!" He responded still trying to get loose even if by a little.

"That is what he is trying to understand, but it wasn't just him who you were lying to, besides the others who were present your explanation was mostly directed to Cherri, whose mental state was panicked and concerned about your safety." Vega explained.

"Yeah of course she was fucking worried she's my best friend!" He said.

"Precisely, she based on the information we currently possess is the person you are closest to, so it stands to reason that her concern for your well being was not simply caused by an overprotective or cautious nature, especially given her normal personality and conduct both towards people and life in general, so I will repeat the request again, inform the Slayer of what really happened." Vega insisted.

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU WHAT I SAID WAS THE TRUTH! NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED ALRIGHT?! SO WILL YOU JUST FUCKING ACCEPT THAT AND LEAVE ME

THE FUCK ALONE?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Honestly, that was really convincing, it wasn't fake or felt forced, the level of frustration and anger that could be seen in his face and heard in his voice, was something the Slayer himself was all too familiar with. But there was something else that both he and Vega could see that betrayed it, one simple detail that told them that while Angel Dust's emotions were real, he still was not being honest. Tears, whether he was aware of them or not were forming in his eyes, and even as they threatened to begin leaking over and running down his face, he still kept that same angered expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Angel Dust." Vega apologized after a few seconds of silence, "It appears that the Slayer was mistaken and thus made a terrible error in his judgement, he can see now that you are being completely transparent with him." He said.

However Angel didn't say anything, he just kept staring at him with that hateful expression, though now it looked slightly pained as well.

"I can see you are too angry to respond right now, we will give you your privacy, I promise you will not be bothered again." Vega assured as the Slayer finally released him.

With that being the end of this unpleasant interaction the Slayer would simply leave, giving the spider the space he demanded. But once he was no longer in the room and his footsteps slowly faded as he walked away, Angel would grips his arms tightly as his tears finally flowed freely. Succumbing to his emotions he began crying as quietly as he could, not wanting to draw the other back to his room should he hear the sounds of his sobbing. Sadly this was truly impossible to accomplish, for even though the Slayer had left his door and ventured to the end of the hall, both Vega and the tech in his suit allowed him to still hear what was going on.

"There's something you should see." Vega spoke as he listened, before then putting what looked to be the digitized schematics of a device on the inside of his visor, "During that exchange I detected a foreign piece of technology that did not match any others found in the hotel, it is surprisingly well made even if we compare it to the weapon Sir Pentious used to try and kill you, from my examination of its construction it is a one way multipurpose tool, capable of recording video and

sound, transmitting live feeds of both to other devices, and even displaying false screens and images to appear as a normal phone, however it has no power source, instead it seems to only be usable when its one way connection is activated, which if you would like I could trace and begin infiltration procedures." He explained in great detail, his offer at the end being met with a nod of approval, "I am guessing however that as I do this, you will seek to deal with other matters correct?" Vega asked, earning another nod though this one much slower.

Vega would go quiet as there was nothing left to be said, yet even if there were it's not like it would matter at all. For as the Slayer continued in his departure from the room, though still able as he walked to hear Angel's continued cries, he would summon in his hands his personal armament and begin his preparations. This of course would be noticed by the others as he stepped into the lobby, though surprisingly it was not his footsteps which usually gave him away that earned their attention. In truth they could actually FEEL him coming their way the moment he began walking, his normal intimidating aura was now replaced with something they had yet to feel, though despite this they knew what it meant.

"What's going on?" Charlie would be the first to voice their shared question, as the Slayer's double barreled shotgun was opened with a satisfying metallic click.

"The Slayer has an urgent matter he must attend to miss Charlie." Vega answered as he walked passed.

"W-What urgent matter?" She would follow up with a slight stutter, as they all watched him summon two shells and load them into each barrel.

"A cleansing." Vega simply stated, as the Slayer now at the twin doors locked the weapon back into place with another satisfying click.

For a moment she and the others thought about continuing to ask what was going on, even as that indescribable feeling continued to grow more intense by the second. But then he looked at them for a brief second, and while others might not notice any difference between that gaze and his normal one, they could see it clear as crystal. The normal rage he had was gone, it wasn't just simple anger that boiled and burned behind those eyes, what they saw was the gaze of a predator on the hunt, and he knew exactly what prey he was looking for. This is why as he opened both doors no one said anything more, no one dared to try and move or stop him in any way, they just listened as he walked away into the city, with the last sound they heard being the two doors creaking as they returned to their former positions.

"Ha ha, imagine what it must be like to be all those other poor assholes, looking over their shoulders wondering if he'll come for them, meanwhile we got an ace in our pocket~" Valentino jested in delight as he took a sip of his drink.

After Angel took his leave of Porn Studios Valentino called Velvet and told her of what they had done, which besides eliciting a squeal of excitement and joy from her also made her want to celebrate with them. This is how the three Vs came together in this moment to drink and cheer as if it was the new year, for they unlike every other Overlord in Hell actually had an advantage over this murder happy psychopath.

"Yeah, real slick of you to make what ya did Vox, brilliant as always." She complimented as the screen faced demon refilled his glass.

"Oh it was nothing really, it took literally just a minute or two after he asked me to put it together, but still I'll take the praise~" He mused before taking a sip.

"Either way now we'll know exactly what goes on there the moment it happens, ain't no way we'll be blind sided like those other fucks." Valentino said causing them all to laugh.

Continuing to drink, clink glasses, and simply enjoy their leg up over every other powerful demon in Hell, their merriment would be halted as a sound could be heard. Initially Vox was the first to hear it simply because it was a sound he despised so greatly, but soon Valentino and Velvet as the last would also hear it. A humming voice paired with a tapping cane and a steady paced walk, they all knew exactly who was coming towards Val's office from this alone. Yet they didn't put down their glasses nor did they ready any kind of weapons, they waited patiently as this was something that had NEVER happened before.

"Hello~" The static laced voice of the radio demon called out, as his footsteps came to a stop just outside the door, "May I come in?" He asked.

Exchanging a quick look between each other just to ensure they were all on the same page, even with his rep and his power they knew they could take him if it came to that, so they had no issues.

"Suuuuuure, come on in, take a seat and a drink if it's what you're craving." Valentino responded.

Much like a horror film the door would be pushed open with a slow creaking sound, and instead of seeing a well lit hallway they were met only with pitch black darkness.

"Afraid I can't stay actually, I'm only here as a messenger." Alastor's voice would speak from the shadows, yet not one thing of his person would come forward into view.

"Really? First time you've ever been here deer boy, sure I can't offer you something? Or maybe someone?" Valentino inquired.

"You are as hospitable as I've heard Valentino, but once again I must decline your offer, only here to say a few words and then I must depart." He replied.

"And what might those words be? They wouldn't by chance be a proposition of alliance would they? In light of a certain someone making headlines?" Valentino asked.

An unexpected silence would then put the conversation on pause, which even for the trio of hardened demons managed to unsettle them a slight bit.

"It's funny you say that, genuinely it is beautifully ironic, for it is that very same person for whom I personally have struck a bargain with." He revealed causing all of their eyes to widen.

"B-Bullshit!" Vox would speak this time in anger, before throwing his glass down to the floor, "There's no way in Hell that lunatic would make a deal with you!" He insisted.

"Oh? Do believe him to be so unhinged he's hopelessly ignorant like you? Tsk, such a shame, though it will make what comes next all the more entertaining." Alastor said.

"W-What's next?..." Velvet asked unsure as to what he meant by that.

"Two things actually, the first is me telling you that all of you are going to die, the second is getting to see just exactly how that happens~" He mused.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR!" Vox screamed this time as he pointed to the void, "FIRST YOU SAY THAT YOU HAVE AN ALLIANCE WITH HIM! NOW YOU'RE SAYING THIS CRAZY

SHIT!" He exclaimed.

"Believe me, don't believe me, not like it matters, though if you are in a state of denial when he gets here it would make things more entertaining." Alastor admitted.

"H-He's coming?..." Velvet asked with widened eyes.

"Indeed, he's on his way here right now, not really hard to find of course given that tasteless sign you have on the front of the building." Alastor answered.

"HA! NOW I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING LYING! IF HE WAS COMING HERE I'D BE THE

FIRST TO KNOW ABOUT IT DIPSHIT!" Vox countered with a triumphant grin on his face.

Instead of replying with words however something would be slid across the floor into the room, and once they all saw what it was their expressions turned to dread.

"H-How..." Vox spoke with clenched fists as he looked back to the doorway, "HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE THAT?!" He questioned.

"See, that's your problem Vox, you rely on all of this new technology to be powerful, where as I...prefer to do things the old fashioned way." Alastor stated, just as his eyes and smile lit up to illuminate the darkness.

Unsettled as his eyes were turned to radio dials, the three Vs began seeing small hands and other assorted appendages leaking from the darkness he was shrouded by, quickly overtaking the doorway.

"You do know we would kill you if we all fought you at once right?" Valentino asked, hiding his surprise quite well under his usual cool demeanor.

"Oh but of course, while I am powerful I would be no match for all three of you at once, especially not here on your own turf." He answered.

"Then why the fuck are you even here? Why would you go to all this trouble? Just so you could warn us?" Valentino questioned.

"Heh, of course not, I just wanted to make sure this would be a good show, no fun in watching a murder if the victim doesn't put up a good fight." He replied as the shadow entities fell back to the darkness, "So please, if only as your one last act before death, make sure this is a spectacular performance." He requested.

Once the assorted appendages were all gone so too would the radio demon's eyes and smile vanish, followed by the darkness that hid the hallway from their view allowing them to see it. After this however both Vox and Velvet would look towards Valentino, curious of what more he had to say or if he had some kind of plan. But before he spoke he would rise from his seat and walk over to Vox's device, smashing it to pieces with the foot of his cane as it was a worthless piece of junk.

"...A spectacular performance huh? Fine, if that cherry colored cunt and his big green fuck boy want a show, then they've come to the right place." He said with a snarl.