THE LAST STRAW: A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction by shadowgirl999
Takes place before the pilot. Angel Dust is visited by Cherri Bomb to give him a little comfort after a horrible day being abused by Valentino and various other clients, leading to a night of fun and relaxation. Adults only, contains sexuality, including non-con, and nudity.
"Okay cheapskate, time's up." Angel Dust said as he rolled over onto his side and climbed out of the bed. "Get lost."
He sat on a large pink bed shaped like a woman's vagina, with red lights accentuating the room. The surrounding area was one of Valentino's private rooms in his strip club/porn studio/den of various fetishes of highly dangerous nature. His 50th client of the day, a large ugly demon that resembled a goblin shark, climbed out of bed with a grumble and pulled his pants back on, looking back at him and grinning through sharp teeth.
"Come on, legs. I barely got off at all." He said with a grin as he cupped Angel's chin. "How about a little more-?"
"I said scram, fucker!" Angel said as he twisted the hand around, making the demon yelp. "Val says I've still got clients to fuck, and you wouldn't like him when he's mad."
The demon grumbled and reluctantly turned around to pull his pants back on, leaving Angel Dust to lay back in the bed and shudder at the memory of what had just happened to him. The 6-armed demon shuddered as he lay back on the bed, feeling horrible at what he had become. Angel Dust had always been a rebel, doing his own thing when it suited him. He was gay in a mob family and usually wore women's clothing, which didn't suit the macho image of the mob. Angel Dust even referred to himself with female pronouns most of the time, sometimes as a type of rebellion. However, this time it had bit him in the ass when he left his family and the mob to become a film star, unaware that the only real films in Hell were either films starring imps or porn movies, which he had been forced into by a contract with Valentino when he first signed on with the deceptive, abusive creep. At least his sister Molly still got along with him, because Arackniss was kind of a jerk, and he didn't want to call him anytime soon. He closed his one black eye and sighed as he lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing red smoke into the air.
"See you again soon?" the demon asked with a grin as he turned to leave.
"Fat chance, dickhead. Now get the fuck out." Angel said, leaning back in the bed as his fluffy chest poofed out in his anger.
The demon grumbled and left, the door opening again as Valentino entered, his toothy grin glowing in the dim red light. Angel Dust shuddered at the sight of his pimp as he remembered the last time Val had touched him in that way. He had been in Val's limo after a shoot where two female demons were making out in the other half of the back seat. Val had grabbed him, making him flinch, then pulled him close and sticking out his tongue. Angel had pulled back in disgust, remembering what had happened the last time he had done this, and then Val had pinned him down, stripping him naked and spending the entire car trip fucking him from behind until he was cramped, soaked in cum and pained, bleeding out of his ass. Angel didn't like the look on his face, and shuddered when he saw the pimp approaching.
"You're making good time, Angel Cakes." He said with a grin as Angel Dust, still naked and poofy, shuddered at the sound of his pimp's voice. "One more client to go for tonight."
"Who is he, daddy?" Angel asked as he blew red smoke into the air.
"Presumptuous, aren't we?" Valentino asked, stroking Angel's fluffy hair. "It's a woman this time, and she's looking for a good time tonight."
Angel gulped. Being gay, he usually didn't enjoy spending time with women. He could easily pass as one with his slender figure and all the floof that made him look like he had breasts, but he still hated sleeping with women.
"I dunno Val, I don't usually service th' ladies." Angel Dust said as he hugged himself with his six arms.
"She paid extra, so you do as she says, Angel Cakes." Valentino said with a grin as he stroked Angel's chin. "Now get dressed. I have some new outfits for you."
Angel sighed and walked into the dressing room, consisting of a perfume cabinet, various closets filled with clothing, and a shower. Angel then poured some Angel Dust onto the table and inhaled deeply, the high making him float and hopefully making him forget it was a woman he was fucking tonight. He opened the closet and sighed, pulling on a white suit with pink pinstripes, still keeping his panties on underneath. He pulled on a pair of black boots and a bow tie, rubbing off his makeup and fluffing out his hair. Valentino's form appeared in the mirror behind him, making him gulp as the pimp grabbed him, his heart-shaped glasses shimmering in the dim light.
"Looking cute there, Angel Cakes." Valentino hissed, licking Angel's neck and making him shudder as he inhaled the scent of Angel's perfume. "Now for a little something extra."
Valentino opened up a compact and blew the powder into Angel's face, making him cough as he inhaled the scent. He felt tingly all over as his hair stood on end and he felt his panties tighten with his erection. Valentino grinned and stroked Angel's fluffy hair, making him feel like his scalp was being tickled by a comb.
"What-cough-what the fuck was that, Val…?" Angel asked, blinking a couple of times as his vision started to blur.
"Just a little something to amp up your energy, Angel Cakes." Valentino said as he stroked Angel's hips. "Now get ready, your client's here."
Angel lay down on the large bed, the vaginal lips enveloping him as he felt the tingling sensation growing stronger. His panties tightened with his erection as he felt extremely hot all of a sudden, his heartbeat increasing as his hearing was enhanced now that he could hear the door to the private room opened and Valentino telling the client not to rough him up…too much. Angel gulped as he felt himself growing hotter due to the powder and lay down in a submissive pose on his front with his legs folded up and a cigarette like the poster for the movie 'Pulp Fiction'. The door closed and Angel Dust smiled seductively, took a puff of his cigarette, blowing red smoke into the air as the dim red light grew brighter and his client entered the room.
"Hey there, baby. Like what you see-?" he said, doing a double take as the door locked and the client turned around.
It was Cherri Bomb, who he had befriended a few years after he and his family had become established in Pentagram city. She looked at him with her single eye and sighed, a look of pity in it.
"Cherri? Fuck, girlfriend, it's been ages!" Angel whispered-shouted as he hugged her tightly, Cherri nuzzling his neck.
"Hey, Angie." Cherri said quietly as she squeezed him with her muscular arms.
Angel suddenly flinched, shrinking back and hiding himself behind his 6 arms at the touch of her hands against his bare back, the contact reminding him of Valentino raping him. Cherri looked at him with an expression of sadness and compassion, holding out a hand for him to take. Angel shakily held it with two of his hands, shaking horribly as she stroked his palms.
"Val did it again, didn't he?" Cherri asked as she looked into his pink and black eyes.
Angel nodded, gulping hard as his suit expanded with the breath he took. Cherri held his hands gently and looked at him with her single eye, the X in the middle bending in a drooped look of sadness.
"That sick fuck…come on, Angie. Let's get to business." She said as she stood up and took Angel's hand.
"I dunno, Cherri. Val's-" Angel started before Cherri put a hand on his lips.
"Relax. It's why I paid extra for tonight." Cherri whispered as she hugged him close, looking around suspiciously. "There's no cameras in here, right?"
"Naw, Val says if he wanted voyeurism he would've just made th' room out o' Plexiglas." Angel said as he lay down on the bed.
"Good." Cherri said as she lay next to him, gently placing a hand on his back. "OH YES, SATAN THAT HITS THE FUCKING SPOT…!"
Angel smiled as Cherri gently patted him, one of the only things that wouldn't set off any kind of triggers. She sighed in sadness as Angel cried his eyes out, his makeup running as she continued rubbing his back in gentle circles, hating that she wasn't even able to hug her best friend when he was hurt.
"Ooh sugartits, that feel good to you?" Angel said, still play-acting as he pressed his back against Cherri's hands.
"Ooh yes…!" Cherri cried out as she massaged his sore back, pausing as Angel shuddered when her hands moved too close to his rear end. "FUCK…! More of that, don't fucking stop…!"
She finished massaging his back and gently moved to his legs, touching his feet and bouncing on the mattress to make it sound convincing. Cherri knew Angel hated the look of his feet, since they resembled elephant feet like the 'soolnds' of Strong Sad from Homestar Runner, but she rubbed them anyway. Seeing as he had been pole-dancing as well as servicing customers, she knew his feet needed it.
"Cherri?" Angel said as she looked up at him. "We've got to make it look convincing."
"How so?" Cherri asked, continuing to rub his sore feet.
"You've got to get naked." Angel said as he helped her to her feet again. "Here, let's make it look good."
He tugged her shirt off and then her pants, leaving them in a pile as he pulled off her bra and panties. Cherri smirked a little as she helped him out of his clothing, leaving him bare and fluffy as she pulled off his pink striped shirt, undid his pants and ripped off his panties. The two bedmates lay on the soft bed, the folds of the 'vagina' enveloping them both as they snuggled together, naked and shuddering for different reasons. Cherri realized Angel had a rock-hard boner, looking at him with a look of confusion.
"Sorry, doll. Val gave me some kind a' powder, makes me hard no matter what." Angel said, more apologetic than embarrassed since he never really felt that embarrassed when he was with friends. "You know, to keep the ladies up all night."
"Don't worry, Angie." Cherri said as she wrapped the blankets around him to warm him and cuddle him tightly. "OOH, SATAN…FUCK! I'M GOING TO…!"
Cherri then let out a moan, voicing an extremely-convincing fake orgasm and bucking back and forth to simulate the sounds of bedsprings as Angel Dust snickered a little.
"Damn girl, you're good." He said with a grin as his naked bedmate gently placed a hand on his back.
"You ever seen 'When Harry met Sally'?" Cherri said as she pulled the covers over Angel Dust's naked, fluffy form to comfort him. "We girls can be pretty convincing when we fake it."
"So, does that mean I'm convincing?" Angel said with a grin.
"Well, you're sure as fuck no girl!" Cherri said, teasing him as she playfully shoved him.
"Hey! I can pull off lingerie well with this sexy body, and let's see if you can handle these fluffy tits." Angel said, jokingly nuzzling Cherri against his chest.
"Hey, cut it out!" Cherri said with a giggle as she playfully tickled him. "You're makin' me feel like a lesbian!"
"Aahh!-Just 'cause a girl's snugglin' with you…?" Angel said, snickering as Cherri's hands tickled him more.
"Missing an X chromosome there, aren't we 'Miss Angel'?" Cherri teased as she kept tickling his ribs, moving downwards to tease his hips.
Angel Dust shrank back in fear as her hands quested over his hips, his memories of Valentino flooding back. He curled into a ball as he remembered Val stroking him until he was hard and then placing his testicles in a vice before flipping him over and mounting him, then he felt him inside-
"Angie? Are you okay?" Cherri asked, bringing him back to the present as Angel Dust lay on the bed curled into a ball.
Angel nodded, hugging Cherri close and resting his head on her chest before she pulled him back and stared into his black and pink eyes.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Cherri said as she took his hand.
"Are you sure we can-?" Angel started as Cherri started to get dressed again.
"Yeah, Val says as long as you come back intact he doesn't care where the fuck we go." Cherri said.
"Hold on, just to make it convincing…" Angel said as Cherri turned around, dressed in only her jacket and shirt.
He handed her a gold vibrator covered in spikes, making Cherri smirk a little as she slid it into herself and turned it on.
"Fuck, you think of everything." She said as she turned it up to the max, rubbing it against her clit and making herself shudder.
"Val can kinda…smell…when a client's had their fun." Angel said as Cherri threw her head back and gasped. "Just take it easy, doll, that one's rough."
"Aw, you know…I can handle…this kind of fun…Angie." Cherri said as she plunged the vibrator past her pussy lips, gasping as she shuddered with onset of an orgasm.
Angel Dust held her shoulders as she threw back her head and cried out, her orgasm coating the device with her juices as Angel Dust handed her a towel. Cherri blushed as she set the device down on the bed and wiped herself clean with the towel, tossing it onto the bed. She handed Angel Dust his pink striped suit and pants, which he set aside to hug Cherri.
"Thanks, sugartits. I needed this." He said as he lay down on the bed, his rock-hard boner poking through his fluff.
"You need some help with that?" Cherri asked, avoiding touching his erection as she gently rubbed his back.
"Naw, I've had enough for tonight." Angel said as he lay back, looking exhausted.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Cherri said as she pulled him to his feet. "Back to your place, you need the rest."
Angel smiled as Cherri helped him to his feet and helped him get dressed in his usual pink striped suit and short-shorts. His boots coming next. Cherri then got dressed herself, deliberately making herself look disheveled so as to make Val think they had just had a rough night of fucking and were heading to his apartment for more. He then helped Cherri back into her clothes, pulling on her pants, shirt and boots before looking her over a little and rubbing his chin.
"Needs something more…" Angel said as his four arms tugged Cherri's crop top and torn pants, making them look like they had been messily pulled on. "…there, now you look like the famous Angel Dust rocked your world."
Cherri giggled and playfully punched Angel's arm, making him smile with his gold tooth shining as he tousled her hair. The two of them walked out the door as Valentino grinned at them, inhaling the convincing scent of sex that hung around Cherri.
"Ooh, Angel Cakes…you make sure she got her money's worth?" he hissed as he cupped Angel's chin.
"Sure did...daddy." Angel said as he shuddered from Valentino's touch.
"Good, now make sure she gets double that tonight." Valentino said as he pulled Angel up to his face and kissed him, his snakelike tongue threading through the spider demon's sharp teeth and making him shudder. "Try some Viagra, that'll keep you up all night…"
He slapped Angel's butt, making him jump slightly as Cherri glared at Val behind his back. She turned and looked at Vox as the screen-faced demon entered the room, his static crackling as he leered at Angel Dust. Cherri quickly dodged past him and exited the porn studio, walking down the street hand in hand with her friend.
"Fuck, that Vox guy gives me the creeps." She said as she led Angel Dust to her car, a 1999 Ford Focus.
"Tell me about it. He's there every time I do a photoshoot or a film." Angel said as he sat in the passenger seat. "Those sick fucks remind me of a couple in the mob I once knew. Both with their business and how fucking bad they are with each other."
"Yeah, I heard they don't have the smoothest relationship." Cherri said as she started the engine.
"That's puttin' it mildly. At least when Velvet's around with 'em they don't try to fuck me, just messes around and spanks me with nailboards while recodin' it with her fucking cell phone 'cause she prefers torture porn to voyeurism." Angel said as he leaned back and hugged himself as the car drove down the street. "Those two…fuck…they fight all the time, half the time it ends with Val bustin' Vox's screen or Vox slappin' him so hard he cracks those stupid fuckin' heart glasses he always wears. And they're STILL fucking each other!"
"Been there, done that." Cherri said as she turned right. "You ever heard the Halestorm song 'I miss the misery'?"
Angel shook his head as he lay on the front seat, curling up his legs and hiding his face in his knees.
"Well, the singer wrote that song after breaking up with an abusive ex-boyfriend of hers. It basically describes an abusive relationship, but she came out stronger for it apparently." Cherri said as she drove down the road and turned left on Beelzebub Avenue. "But it basically says she misses her ex despite the fact that he hurt her, the sex was too rough, and she was constantly fearful of him. The way I see it, those two are a lot like that, and Velvet's just a fucking sadistic ditz."
She looked at Angel and sighed as he kept himself curled into a ball, shivering and sobbing to himself as Cherri drove over a bridge and stopped in front of the apartment Angel Dust lived in. She parked the car and walked out, gently taking Angel's hand and leading him out the door.
"Come on, Angie. I'll make sure you're comfortable tonight." Cherri said as she led him into his apartment, glaring at the greasy, three-eyed and tentacled landlord as he leaned back in his chair at the desk and leered at the exhausted Angel on her shoulder.
"Thanks, Cherri. I owe you a lot." Angel said as she unlocked his apartment, closing the door and flopping down on the couch. "I owe you so much, sugartits."
There was a familiar oink as Fat Nuggets walked out from under a fluffy pink gown draped over a chair, his glowing eyes staring at Angel as he lay on the couch.
"Aww, hey there Nuggsy." Angel said as he hugged the little pig closely in his 6 arms. "Daddy's home. He just had a rough day."
Cherri Bomb looked at Angel in sadness, her single eye gauging how hurt he was as his strained body shook with fear and humiliation at what he had gone through for the last few hours. She cleared her throat and walked up to him, sitting next to her friend on the couch as Fat Nuggets nuzzled him under his chin.
"Angie, I'll draw you a cool bath." She said as she walked into the bathroom, filling the tub with cold water. "You got air conditioning?"
"Yeah, I got a nice pair o' clients th' other day." Angel said as he snuggled Fat Nuggets and set him on the floor since he knew pigs don't like water. "Paid me off plus a little extra. I'm even getting some new livin' arrangements soon so that I don't have to suck off th' greasy landlord's cock every month."
He unbuttoned his shirt and shorts, slipping off his boots and then his underwear as Cherri added a couple of bath bombs and bath salts to make his skin smooth and silky. He had no qualms about undressing in front of Cherri since he didn't have any shyness about nudity, plus the two were such close friends they had seen each other naked at least a few times over the years. Not to mention that with his multiple arms, he could undress himself much faster and more efficiently or slower and sexier than anybody who only had two, using this to his advantage whenever he had to do a striptease. Once naked and fluffy, Angel Dust lay down in the nice, icy tub and soaked, shuddering slightly and inhaling the scent of the salts as Fat Nuggets oinked and looked at him. Cherri Bomb sighed in pity, having seen the bruises and scars covering his body, not to mention the strained look of his manhood and the horrible red ring around his stretched-out anal entrance.
"There there, Nuggsy. Daddy's just tired." Angel said as he patted the cute little pig and leaned back in the bathtub, using two hands to pet Fat Nuggets and his other four to hug himself as he shuddered in shock. "I'll cuddle with you later; I just need a little soak."
"Feeling better?" Cherri asked as she handed him a loofa and some shampoo with soap.
"A little." Angel said as he shampooed his fur, including his chest fluff, and soaped up his skin. "But it was a pretty rough day."
"What happened?" Cherri asked, sitting on a little stool and curling into a ball, her single eye looking at him sadly.
"I had 50 clients to go through today." Angel said as he felt his bruised genitalia feel nice and soothed from the cold water. "Hey, could you get some ice from the ice maker outside the room?"
"Sure thing, Angie." Cherri said as she kissed his fluffy head, exiting the room and picking up a bucket.
As soon as she closed the apartment door, Cherri slumped down in the hallway and sobbed low enough that Angel wouldn't hear her, her single eye filling with tears at the horrific abuse her friend had been through all day long. She didn't usually cry, but when Angel Dust had been hurt this badly…it always made her sad to know what he went through with Valentino. Cherri wiped her tears dry and collected the ice from the ice machine in the hallway, filling several more and carrying them into the apartment with her muscular arms. She had to put on a brave face, to be strong for her friend who had gone through more than she could ever endure in her life. Cherri admired him for that and knew that she was likely the only real friend he had.
"Here you go, Angie. Relax and enjoy." She said as she dumped the ice into the tub, making Angel quiver and sigh in relief as he leaned back. "How're those nuts doing?"
"Better now." Angel said, leaning back to show off the pink markings on his chest floof as his abused genitalia felt much better from the icy water. "Damn, you don't know how tough it is for a guy to fuck 50 times in one day. I envy you gals and your bodies, being able to cum so many times with no breaks."
Cherri giggled and emptied the bucket before gently washing his hair. She sat there as he soaped himself up and relaxed, looking happier than she had seen him in a while. Cherri Bomb remembered how she had been sent to Hell in 1987, having been a one-eyed pyromaniac and vandal with an eyepatch, a quick temper and a penchant for explosives. She was being chased through the outback by the rangers before getting blown up when a cop shot her car in the trunk, which just happened to contain C-4 in that particular area. The resulting explosion blew up the engine, gouged out her one good eye with chunks of high explosive and sent shrapnel right through her heart, killing her instantly. Cherri remembered falling through the red sky and landing in Hell, in what she would later learn was Pentagram City in the Pride Ring. She had adjusted fairly well, being already psychotic when she arrived, and became a pretty powerful boss in her sector of the city. It was also where she met Angel Dust, having ran into him outside a strip club where he helped her fight off a couple of buffalo-headed thugs who tried to rape her in an alleyway, gunning one of them down before Cherrie blew up the second one and cut him into meat chunks that he had later sold to a meat shop owned by this other demon that resembled a bull, claiming it was sirloin. After she found out he wasn't going to rape her and in fact he had put the fluffy pink coat he had been wearing around her shoulders to keep her comfortable, the two had later bonded over a couple of fruity cocktails at a bar and become good friends, but it wasn't until a few years later that Cherri learned Angel Dust was in a pretty bad place.
"You need anything else?" Cherri asked, looking into his black and pink eyes.
Angel Dust nodded, his eyes welling up with tears as he leaned forward and reached over the tub's rim.
"Just a shoulder t' cry on for a little while." He said as Cherri moved towards the tub and hugged him. "Come on in an' join me, Sugartits. I'll scrub you if you want."
She sighed and smiled, stripping off her clothing and climbing into the tub as Angel nuzzled into her shoulder and sobbed in anguish. She shushed him gently as he scrubbed her bare back and breasts with his hands, all the pain of the last few days flooding out of him like a tsunami. Cherri soaped up his back as he rested his head on her shoulder, relaxing in her arms as he cried. The two friends sat in the tub, naked and unashamed as Cherri nuzzled Angel Dust and cupped his head in her strong hands. Angel Dust shampooed her orange hair as she rubbed shampoo all over his floofy body, making him fluff even more since it was volumizing shampoo.
"It's okay, Angie. Just cry it out." Cherri said as she finished soaping him up and splashed water onto him to help rinse the soap off. "It's okay, I've got you."
They lay in the tub for a while until Angel felt clean again, his skin soft and shiny from the bath bombs. His eyes were red and wet from the tears, with Cherri sitting as close as she dared without triggering his PTSD from Valentino. He leaned back, feeling calmer since his cry and soothed from the combination of cold water, bath bombs and bath salts. Cherri soaked with him for hours, relaxing her adorably fluffy friend until she saw him yawn, whereupon she then climbed out of the tub and helped him out with a strong hand, his six arms steadying himself as she led him onto the bathmat.
"Okay Angie, let's get to bed." She said as she climbed out and petted Fat Nuggets as he oinked at them. "You'll need it after the shitty day you've had, and I want to know you're relaxing. After all, I paid for the night so I may as well use it to make sure you're comfy."
Angel Dust stretched, his skin feeling soft and cool as his bruised genitals felt much better after a soak in ice water. He dried himself off with a hot towel warmed up from a towel warmer rack, making his chest floof puff out from the shampoo and conditioner. He picked up Fat Nuggets and hugged him close, shuddering as Cherri Bomb pulled her clothes back on and led him to his bed. His bed was a dirty old mattress on an old bedframe that hadn't been fixed in a while, and he felt sticky from the gunk that permeated it. Two bedside tables were next to it on either side, filled with booze and sex toys. Cherri looked at him in pity as he slid on a pink crop top, matching panties and his long boots before laying down on the bed. She put her own clothing back on and lay next to him, spooning him from behind.
"Augh…!" Angel gasped as Cherri flinched, pulling back and looking at him with her single eye.
"Sorry Angie, I just tried to hug you…!" Cherri said, realizing how broken he was.
She couldn't even hug her best friend without it reminding him of Valentino. Cherri hated what Valentino had done to him, and it broke her heart to see Angel so utterly broken-down and abused beyond any relief. She resorted to gently rubbing Angel's shoulder blades, making him relax on the bed as he shuddered. Cherri lay with him as Angel Dust shuddered and gasped, the high from his drugs wearing off as he bit down on the pillow and shook. She lay with him, occasionally laying a hand on his shoulder as the 6-armed demon tossed and turned from both withdrawal and PTSD. Angel Dust lurched and moaned, shuddering as he rolled over and over in his pink panties and top, his stomach lurching as he clapped his hand over his mouth and turned green.
"Easy Angie, into the bucket." Cherri said as she pulled an empty, greasy bucket previously containing fried chicken in front of him. "Just let it happen."
Angel dunked his head into the bucket and spewed the contents of his stomach into it, filling it almost instantly. Cherri held back his fluffy hair and stroked his back, grimacing as he retched several times and threw up a day's worth of semen, cheap booze, undigested food and pubic hairs, looking up as Cherri handed him a towel to wipe his mouth with.
"T-Thanks, Cherri." Angel said as he wiped his mouth clean, his gold tooth shining as he wiped it. "Fuck, I-I feel s-so disgusting...t-thanks for stayin' with m-me tonight..."
"Anything you need, I'm here for." Cherri said as she gently patted his head, careful not to trigger his PTSD again. "I hate that fucking prick too, what he does to you…"
"You know…I think there's actually a way we can both get a little payback." Angel said with a grin as he carried the bucket of vomit over to the window of his apartment.
"What did you have in mind?" Cherri asked, smiling to lighten the mood as Fat Nuggets snuggled against her leg.
"Well, extermination day was yesterday, and I hear there's now there's a lot of open territory in the pentagram ever since those fuckin' angels wiped out most of th' people there." Angel said, looking out over the city as he opened the window and felt the hot air of Hell wash over him. "Most of was in Val's turf, but now that some of his people are dead, they're all vying for it. Also, a little birdie told me that Sir Pentious is headin' for th' west side of the Pentagram since that area's mostly open now."
He threw the bucketful of puke out the window, making several demons yelp and groan in disgust as it landed on them with a comical SQUELCH. Cherri Bomb grinned as her one eye stared in a half-lidded smirk, her eyebrow raising slightly.
"Sir Pentious, you say?" she said with a giggle as she lay down on Angel Dust's couch. "I've been wanting to get back at Mr. Prim and proper for a while now. But don't think I'm going without giving you something in return."
"Ooh, a night of snuggles with my best gal without being fucked hard AND a gift? Is it my birthday?" Angel said with a grin, sitting down as well as he hugged Cherri, making her laugh as his six arms tousled her hair and picked up Fat Nuggets to tickle him. "What're you thinking, sugartits?"
"Well, Valentino's club isn't that far from where we're going to be." Cherri said with a grin as she grinned with her sharp teeth. "And I've got some high explosives with that fucker's name on it. You're dancing there tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, the shithead has me doing a strip show at Hell 666." Angel said with a smirk as he hugged Cherri tighter. "I wanted to pull some pranks there anyway like rigging up water balloons full of piss to fall from th' ceiling, but now that you want to do me a favor, I get the feelin' you've got a better plan. What did you have in mind?"
She grinned as she sat up in bed, thinking of what she was going to do. This was the last straw, Valentino would pay for hurting her friend so badly. Not to mention later on, she would finally get a chance of stopping that pompous snake prick and his egg minions from expanding his territory.
"Tell him I'm joining in on the show tomorrow night." Cherri said as she snuggled up with her friend and turned out the lights. "I think that this performance can really bring down the house…"
To be continued in the music video for "Addict".
I hope you liked this, this was pretty hard for me to write given that Angel Dust is one of my favorite Hazbin Hotel characters and my wife loves him too. I hate the idea of him going through such horrible shit as this, but hopefully when the series starts up we'll see him progress into a powerful character for us to admire. My heart goes out to anyone who had suffered sexual abuse and forced prostitution, if you have survived it, you are stronger than you think.
Please review!