Angel wasn't one for procrastinating, not one for avoiding certain things, but Angel would much rather walk three laps around Pentagram City before he went back to the Hazbin Hotel where Charlie would smother him with concerned questions. He knew just one look in her shimmering dark eyes and he would spill his guts to the princess which had him frowning to himself. Valentino would kill him personally if he told Charlie what was happening and so Angel had spent two whole hours past curfew just walking around the block, avoiding the hotel itself and yet seeing the princess stalking out to look for him with concern on her face each time he slithered away. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid not getting in if he kept this behavior up but he couldn't bring himself to go there where people would be concerned about him, not when he was standing with a plug inside of him keeping the cold semen warm inside of his body due to his own heat. He couldn't hug someone, look into their eyes, knowing the dirty secret hidden by a thin layer of clothing. He certainly didn't want to look Husk in the eyes or see Alastor's smiling face with this inside him. For the first time since his career began he felt...shame. Ashamed of his profession, what situation he was in, and just what this meant for his time spent at the Hazbin Hotel if he was pregnant like he had to be by this point. Where could he go? Where would he go?

Then, light a flashing light, Angel knew. THere was absolutely somewhere,someone he could go too and she didn't live too far away. Rather than turn the corner to skulk past the hotel, to see Charlie shouting frantically about searching for him, he was going to go to the one person he could never lie too. The one person that would know just what to do to help him. He began walking with a purpose, his heeled boots clicking against the ground as he rushed down the sidewalk but his fact pace quickly turned to a quick sprint as he ran down the street. He didn't even mind the looks he received when he began to run down the streets to his destination for nothing mattered to him than knowing that she would open her arms and help him figure this out when he wanted nothing more than to fall apart. She was always good at piecing Angel back together when he shattered. He ran for the hotel, the grimy shitty looking building that looked one blast away from crumbling apart, his eyes swaying back and forth as he ran down sidewalks, slamming past other demons without a care as they shouted their slurs at him. He ignored their words for a word, a sentence, a slur was truly nothing compared to what sat inside him right now. When he threw himself around a corner, blocks away from the Hazbin Hotel he felt like he could breathe again and like he could feel his aching legs from the running but when his eyes settled on that crumbling building he could have sobbed.

He felt the tears weighing heavily in his eyes as he ran for the building, no hesitancy, no fear, he just ran forward with his head bowed towards that crumbling building so he could hurtle inside and run up the stairs to the all too familiar room that he knew would be waiting for him. How her bed would be unmade still, with her still possibly in it with her phone in her hand and how her clothes ould be spilling out from the closet across the floor and how her trash might be overflowing by this point but something she would take care of and how she kept her bombs carefully lined in a glass cass. How she would look disheveled and messy when she opened the door to the sobbing Angel Dust but the spider honestly couldn't wait to see her face. The one person who knew how horrible, how disgusting, Valentino truly was. He could feel the plug pressing and pushing into him uncomfortably due to his running but he didn't pay it any mind, didn't care about the sloshing inside of him that made his stomach churn and instead focused on slamming throuhg th hotel doors. Obviously, once he did so, many scared eyes lifted to him as he ran across the disgusting lobby, crushing a few roaches under his feet as he flung himself towards the stairs to rush up them quickly and again without hesitancy. He ran up those stairs like his life depended on it. He hadn't even registered his lips moving until he got to her floor and he was positively howling her name in such a way that when her door flew open she came out with a small bomb in her hand ready to throw.

Her blonde hair, with it's pink and white accents, was laying messily around her shoulders and spilling down her back while her large eye seemed wider than usual. The pale X within her eye was furiously flashing back and forth, wildly before it finally settled on Angel's face and he could see her expression fall from defensive to worried in an instant as she tossed her bomb carelessly to the floor of her hotel room. "Oh, Ange, what happened? What the fuck did he do to you?!"

"Cherri, Cherri, he did sometin' awful! It's the worst thing he coulda done to me!" Angel sobbed the words out as tears began spilling down his cheeks as he rushed forward towards Cherri Bomb, the cyclops holding her arms out for the larger spider and he threw himself into her arms, making himself purposefully small. He sobbed into her shoulder as she lifted her hands up his back rubbing softly, then sliding her left hand up into his hair to stroke the back of his had as he cried into her arms and slowly but surely she began a calming swaying motion like one would do with their child. They swayed together in the hallway as Angel wailed into her shoulder and she clung onto him, holding him fiercely in her arms as she continued to sway and stroke the back of his head, to rub his back softly and with enough possessiveness to it that he felt a sense of safety. He sniffled through his stuffy nose wondering idly if he'd ever stop crying. He'd been crying before Alastor came downstairs, he'd cried during work, and now here he was wailing like a little kid in the arms of his best friend.

"Come inside, Angie." Cherri's voice was softer than usual, quiet with her own sort of agony as if his had leaked into her, and they both straightened up as Angel rubbed at his wet eyes but tears continued bubbling upwards while he stumbled into Cherri's hotel room. He sat down heavily on the end of her bed and she shut, then locked, her door before walking over to Angel as he began scooting backwards towards the middle of the bed and she crawled on top following him. She sat next to him when he put his face into her lap, tears leaking from his eyes onto her thighs already as she stroked his hair softly. "What happened, Angie? What did that bastard due to you?"

"He-He-He got me knocked up!" Angel sobbed the words watching the disgust pinch Cherri's face but the outrage, the murderous look in her large eye spoke volumes. She'd kill Valentino but Angel always held her back, never let it get that far. "I-I tried runnin' away to leave ear-early! And this is what he came up with! Told me that some people were askin' for it but I-I know it was just some kinda fucked up punish-punishment! Why the fuck did he do this to me?" Angel wailed into her lap as he fingers weaved through his hair and then over it to push it away from his wet face and Angel hiccuped wildly.

"I'll fucking kill him. I'll kill him!" Cherri hissed the words to Angel softly, then with venom for the moth in her voice so potent that Angel shivered at the sound of it. "You didn't do anything that warranted this , Angel. Not one thing did you do wrong resulted in this kind of punishment." Angel's wailing picked up intensity as he buried his face into her lap and she leaned down pressing her lips against his head, her hand rubbing his back while the other continued moving throuhg his hair after she pulled away. "I'll help you through this, Ange. You're not going to be alone during this and I promise you that, even if I have to wait for you outside the studio I will. That Goddamn moth has it coming, now doesn't he?" Angel sniffled against her thigh and whimpered softly as she sighed. "How long will you be pregnant for?"

"Tw-Two to four weeks!" Angel hiccuped out as he rubbed at his wet cheek, the fur matted due to the liquid and he sat up next to her and he groaned at the wetness he left behind on her thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just-I just couldn't think of no one I wanted to see but you, Cherrie!" The cyclops reached up hugging the spider down against her shoulder again as his tears leaked down his cheeks, hiccups leaving his lips in between the harshest sobs as he clung to the cyclops feeling that same outrage burning inside of him. "He had no right to do this to me! Me! He knows I do anytin' he asks! Why did he do this to me, Cherri? Why did he do this to me?"

"I don't know, Angie, I just don't know but I wish I did." Cherri rocked awkwardly, little movements that were far from soothing but Angel allowed himself to be rocked in those awkward movements and he hid his wet face in her shoulder. "Can you get an abortion or anything?" Angel laughed weakly, the tears clogging his throat in that moment and he pulled away to rub at his eyes as he chose to settle his face onto her lap once again like he had before, pressing his cheek against her thigh.

"Nope. He said he'd have me fucked by the guy as many times as it takes to get me knocked up." He sniffled again as he lifted a hand to rub at his watery eyes, the ache making them itch and he took a deep breath to take any tears from welling up again as Cherri stroked his hair. "Would you care if I stayed with you when I start showing?" Cherri's fingers tugged playfully on his hair before wrapping strands around her fingers gently.

"Sure, but I dunno what you're gonna do with a bunch of rugrats running around." Cherri replied looking down at the spider who was smiling at her mirthlessly, making her large eye blink as she looked down at the wet face of the spiders, scanning his face for something she had missed. Then it clicked. "He's not letting you keep the babies, is he?" Angel buried his face into her lap as her hands clenched into tight fists that trembled against his back and scalp as she took a deep breath or two before she was able to speak again. "What is he going to do with your kids?"

"I couldn't tell ya, sugar tits. You know how it's a fifty fifty with kids in Hell being born alive or dead, just like any other stupid pregnancy." He then scrunched his knees closer to his chest as he pressed a hand close to his lips before he peeked up at her. "Is it bad, Cher, that I wish they were just born dead? That they never hatch?" Tears welled up with his confession as Cherri looked down at him wit ha soft expression on her face, stroking his hair away from his wet fur carefully as those tears streaked down his cheeks and dripped onto Cherri's thigh. "'Cause I really hope they aren't alive because they don't deserve to live that life being sold off to the highest bidder or bein' slaves for Val. God, am I so awful to wish that upon my kids?"

"Not at all. If you don't want them then you don't want them, if you don't want to be pregnant you should be able to get an abortion but that damn moth just wants to torture you." Cherri was seething even if she tried to keep her tone soft as she stroked his hair. "It was rape, pure and simple. You didn't want this but he forced it on you. God, he might as well have been the one forcing oyu to carry HIS fucked up kids. You don't have anything to be guilty over, Angie." She leaned down kissing his temple as she rubbed his back. "You stay here as long as you want."

"What about the owner? He said last time-"

"I don't care what he said last time. You're staying here and that's final."

Angel felt a slash of warmth behind the agony but he shut his eyes burying his face into her lap wondering just how mad Charlie would be, but he knew in this situation she would understand. And he'd tell her once it was over. He swore he would.

The pacing was unbearable. Alastor was trying to not only enjoy a drink but tonight he had treated himself to a cigar which was a rare occurrence and yet no matter how much he tried to treat himself tonight it just seemed that Charlotte was dedicated to ruining. For once it was quiet in the hotel but the woman wouldn't stop pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, a mask of worry on her face before she would fly over to the window to stare out it into the darkness of the night. It was almost comical how worried the woman was when the rest of them were merely doing as they would any other night. Husk was polishing his glasses and bar surface, Nifty was sipping on a sarsaparilla that the bartender had made her specially, Alastor was drinking his whisky and puffing on his cigar and even Vaggie was relaxing on the couch with a book in her hands as she read. It was quiet save for the whisper of the page turning in the book or the glass clinking around in Alastor's glass as he sipped at the cool whisky and followed it with a long pull from his cigar and expelled the smoke in a twirling ribbon towards the ceiling of the lobby. Charlie simply did not want to relax for the night like the rest of them were doing just because of one small thing.

Angel Dust had not come back for the night. Now, Alastor wasn't completely heartless but he had to admit it was much calmer and quieter without the spider bouncing around somewhere ready to drape himself over the first male he came across as he flirted in that horrible manner. Alastor also had to admit that there had been something horribly wrong with the spider earlier that morning when he had woken. Perhaps if he were more talkative in the friendly manner he could have gotten the spider to spill his guts about his schedule or just what kind of punishment had been taking place but at the time he had still been tired and merely shrugged it off just like he was doing now. Angel was a big boy, a grown man even, and he could find his way home Alastor was sure of it. If he didn't come home then it was just the matter of life that the man could do what he wanted when he wanted and there was nothing anyone could do about what the spider wanted to do or not but Charlie cared. She cared much more than she was letting on to both herself or her partner and for some reason that irked Alastor at the moment. Why did she care? Angel Dust was his own person, he could come and go as he pleased, and it wasn't like he was the only resident anymore. Though it was odd the spider hadn't run home to his little pet for the night so just what was going on now?

He wished he could have those answers but he knew he wouldn't get them any time soon and so he took another slow pull on his cigar then let the smoke out where it curled up to the ceiling, a peaceful smile on his lips. A looser smile that didn't quite pinch the corner of his lips which was eased by a sip of whisky which loosened the tense muscles. Vaggie, from his distracted moment, had seemed to have enough of Charlie's pacing and plopped her book down in her lap. "Hun, why don't you come sit down and read something? You know Angel's been late before so what's different about this time to you?"

"He usually calls, Vaggie! What if something happened to him? What if Valentino took it too far and hurt him?" Charlie shot back as she paced back and forth, fidgeting and picking at her black finger nail polish as she continued pacing in her tight lin from the door to the window then across the room to the stairs in an awkward little triangle formation. Charlie always cared to much for her own good, something Alastor knew would be her downfall one day and there was something peculiar about this nice. He was no fool, things felt strange. "You're telling me, Vaggie, that you're not the least bit worried about him?"

"Well he annoys the hell outta me so I'm sorry if it's hard to dredge up warm fuzzy feelings at the moment but he's a good guy, he'll come home. He's probably going to be walking through the door any moment and worrying about him isn't going to do anything about it, hun. I'm not trying to be mean or anything but Angel is a big boy, he can come home when he wants to and there's nothing you can do about it, Charlie. Now would you come sit down and relax?" Vaggie crossed her ankles as Charlie hesitated, looking at her fiance when the woman scootched over patting the space she created next to her and smiled softly at the princess. "He's okay, I promise. Now come sit with me? Please?"

Charlie blew out a breath, a rushed rough one that had Alastor's brow rising in curiosity as the princess walked over to her lover with little prompting from the feminine moth, a feat that was rather curious to Alastor and he wanted nothing more than to question it. Just what was it that made them fall in love? What was it that made a person an easily malleable fool when in love? Alastor is not a fool, nor is he clueless to love, but the only person he truly remembered loving was his mother who had been his pride and source of courage in his childhood. He loved his mother to death, there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her, but at the end of the day that's just who she is. His mother. Who didn't do things for their mother? Alastor had never had the pleasure of falling in love, never had the pleasure in wanting to marry or make love to another person, so what was it that made Charlotte a little fool for that moth? And her concern for Angel as well! Alastor cared fiercely about Nifty and Husk but he never let it visibly show for mere ethics, the way he had been raised in his human years, but he did care about them to some extent by the end of the day. They were his companions. But again there was a difference between a mother, a companion, and a lover. Alastor didn't love Nifty or Husk the way he loved his mother and he hasn't loved anyone the way his mother had blindly loved his father or how Charlie loved her lover.

He never thought he'd fall in love; it was nothing more than a messy affair. So why did it bother him a ta bit to think of how desperate Angel Dust looked for that love? Alastor knew for a fact he'd never give another person what they wanted, could never love them and love them physically like he knew he should which would make him an inadequate lover wouldn't it? When a person searched for a lover they searched for someone to love them unconditionally, which Alastor could not, and would want to make love passionately like wild animals which, again, was something Alastor could not do. And just why was this "love" on his brain tonight? Moments ago he'd barely thought of the word but viewing the moth and the princess of Hell being helpless for one another could stir even the most stone hearted individual in some little way. Alastor sighed out throuhg his nose as he swallowed down a large sip of his whisky before picking the bottle next to him on the table to pour himself another refill as he inhaled the thick, cloying smoke of his cigar before letting it spill past his lips. He was thinking too much tonight about love. He knew he himself would not be loved, for he was someone others would fear, and he knew he could not love another the way they wanted to be loved. And this was what stirred his thoughts restlessly.

It came down to one thing. He was not an adequate, nor a tolerable lover when one looked at the facts. Yet he was fascinated by just how easy it was for the moth to lure her lover to her side with a few well placed words and a look that would melt butter if she had been looking at it from the sheer warmth in her gaze and the concern glowing there. Even now both women were sitting shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek as their hands and fingers intertwined together while Charlie's gaze flicked from the book to the door a few times but the moth would always lure her attention back with a squeeze to her hand. It was aweing to sti and watch. Like the most thrilling picture show he had ever seen. His mother had loved his father the same way both the women loved each other, the only difference was his father had been an intolerable bastard that had past the worst of himself to Alastor. Charlie was nuzzling her cheek against Vaggie's, their cheeks flushed from the warmth but he knew there was more too that blush gracing their cheeks and for different reasons when there was a hard vibrations from Charlie's pocket. She pulled away from her lover with hope glowing in her wide dark eyes as she pulled hre cellular device out of her pocket and she unlocked the glowing screen that reflected in those dark eyes of hers. They moved quickly reading whatever had popped up on the screen and sighed in relief when Vaggie leaned over reading over her shoulder then smiled.

"Told you. He's earned a couple of weeks freedom, he's been exceptionally good and I'm sure he'll be fine over there. Why don't you go and get some clothes together and I'll get that stupid pig ready for him to pick up." The women stood up, phone being pocketed and book snapping shut then laid down with a muted thud. They they walked to the elevator, pressing the button when Vaggie turned around to squint at Alastor, Husk and Nifty. "You all stay put. I'll be back, I don't want no crazy shit going on in the few seconds we're away."

"Go on, darling! We'll be just fine and perfectly well behaved! Won't we?" Alastor pointed a smirk at the little cyclops who grinned back flashing her own sharp, dangerous teeth at the cannibal, then went back to watching Husk grabbing her second sarsaparilla for the night which he knew he would have to cut off soon. Nifty became hyper, unable to sleep when she drank to many of those and would keep himself or the cat awake because of it. The moth squinted at the trio when Charlie pulled her gently into the elevator once the doors had slip open and stepped inside pressing a button while the pale haired woman continued scowling at the three of them even after the doors slid shut and Alastor chuckled under his breath gently.

"Well, someone's in a good mood tonight." Husk commented in his gruff tone as he looked at the cannibal who raised both of his brows now at the cat who looked away with a scowl on his face that strangely looked closer to a pout on his lips than anything. "Oh, don't look at me like that! I'm just sayin' that you seem to be in a pretty okay mood for once." Alastor threw his head back laughing heartily at the words of the bartender who glared at the cannibal. "Well shit, don't be an asshole or I might just take my compliment back." The cannibal smirked widel yat the cat while Nifty giggled around her straw as she sucked at her sarsaparilla and the bartender scowled at her. "And you, that's you're last one for the night, no more."

"What?" Nifty's eye widened then she turned to Alastor with a begging look in her large eye. "Alastor! I can have one more, right? Right? It's not gonna hurt nobody if I have just one more!" Alastor smiled widely at the small cyclops who was looking between the two men and she slumped forward pouting fiercely now as she sucked at her straw again, not bothering to protest or speak out again against the two men. She knew when she was beat and right now she knew that it was a losing battle with them against her. "You guys are meanies."

"Oh come now, little darling! You know good and well how you get on that sarsaparilla and neither Husk nor I will be staying up with you if you end up having more." Alastor rebuked the small cyclops then took an inhale off of his cigar, breathing in the cloying smoke deep into his lungs before letting it out as he flicked any ash into the ashtray next to his bottle and sighed out as the smoke clawed upwards like a wall of smoke. He took a long swallow of his whisky before standing up brushing himself off turning to the bartender with a wide smile. "See to it that our little darling gets to bed! I have some more work I should look over and prepare for tomorrow morning so I will be unable to escort her to her room. I will see you both in the morning! Au revoir!"

"Hey!"

Alastor smiled to himself as he sank into his shadows, the coldness licking deep into his bones as he sank downwards and shut his eyes when the coldness swept over his head. It always felt as though he was diving into a cold pond of water but rather than shiver it was only unbearable if he as traveling long distances and thankfully for him he only had to get back to his office. He was sliding upwards into his office out of the portal as he stepped away from the dark circle and towards his desk as he willed the portal away with a click of his stiff then turned to his desk where the stack of papers from the princess sat, the alcohol ink wafting in the air lightly like it were a candle gentle spreading its scent throughout his office and he sighed out pressing his fingers into his forehead between his brows. He walked over to his desk sitting down crossing his legs under the table as he decided that if he was to sort them now would be the time before he retired for the night and as unpleasant as the scent of the papers was he was going to go through as many as possible. It ended up being four pages that he could handle before the ink began making his head spin and he pushed away from his desk in disgust as he shook his hands like it would remove the scent from the extremities but in reality all it did was fan the scent closer to his face.

Alastor pulled on the cigar in his hand, blowing out the smoke at the papers hoping, in some vain attempt, that the cigar smoke would drown the ink smell but it did little to alleviate the smell and he sighed out as he brought the cigar to his lips taking another pull. He held the smoke down inside of his lungs this time making them feel heavy, silky somehow, but thick and clogged like the smoke until he let it out in one harsh outward breath that felt better than he would ever admit out loud. He was sorting through these papers when that very word popped up again. Love. Just what about it was driving Alastor crazy? Making him wrack his brain over it? He felt like some kind of fool mooning over a single word and he was nothing but content being alone and yet his mind would not let go of the word. ALmost like it was a bear trap clamping down on the word and he for the life of him couldn't shake it from his mind for some reason. What he should be focusing on is how he was going to explain his absence and strange behaviors for the winter months starting by the end of this September. What would he say? What could he say? That he wanted to mount and impregnate someone? How he wanted to establish is dominance everything around him? How he was insatiably aroused?He couldn't tell anyone that.

And yet he knew it was coming. Any time now he knew he'd wake up with that insatiable lust burning inside of him and he hated the thought of his own body turning against him leaving him helpless against the world around him when he himself was an Overlord. Alastor growled under his breath as he pushed away from his desk, stubbing his cigar out as he walked across his office and lifting his hand up waving at the wall summoning a portal to his bedroom. All he needed was rest and his mind would release it's tight hold on these silly, trivial words and scenarios that they were plaguing him with. He would get some sleep if it killed him and he'd shake off the situation of Angel Dust by the time he woke. He swore it.