Angel had finished his shift at Porn Star Studios for the day and was ready to go home. He changed out of his stripper clothes and was buttoning up his jacket.

He sighed as he rubbed his tired arms and legs,

"Thank fucking god,"

Valentino had seen his turf war yesterday on TV, needless to say he wasn't pleased. He made Angel get up at 7am and work until 4pm with no breaks, not even for lunch. His thoughts stopped when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?" Angel called.

The door opened and Valentino stood there with a sly smirk on his face while he counted his money. Angel felt a chill run down his spine, he was already pissed who knows what else he could make him do.

"Mista Valentino is there something you need?" Angel asked.

He put his money in his pocket and spoke with a seductive purr,

"You did good today sugar, very good,"

"Thank you, sir," Angel said.

He took a few steps toward him pinning him against the wall. Angel could smell his disgusting cigarette breath and tried not to choke; the large moth man's face seemed happy, but his eyes were saying otherwise.

"However, if I could make a suggestion," He purred.

Angel shivered, "What sir?"

Valentino's claws played with Angel's jacket buttons until they came undone revealing his fluffy chest. Angel wanted to kick him and run off, but he knew that was a horrible idea.

"Work the girls next time," He purred.

The moth man cupped his fluffy breasts making Angel let out a sinful moan.

Valentino chuckled, "You like that baby? You love when daddy plays with the twins?"

Angel didn't want to answer, he just wanted to go back to the hotel, he just wanted to be with Fat Nuggets.

Valentino squeezed his breasts harder,

"Say it!"

Angel moaned, "Yes daddy!"

He sneered, "Yes what baby?!"

Angel choked back tears, "I love it when you play with my girls!"

Valentino licked his cheek and kissed his neck, he leaned in and whispered giving his chest fluff another squeeze,

"The audience loves seeing them bounce and jiggle, it makes them squirm with pleasure,"

Angel could only nod and agree, he knows what Valentino could do to him if he objects; he's been there before, and he doesn't want to go back.

"I'll keep that in mind Val," Angel choked.

Valentino released Angel from his grip but not without a warning.

"That's all sugar, you may go," Valentino said.

"Thank you," Angel said.

"Oh, one more thing baby," He said.

"Yes?" Angel asked.

"Don't slip up again, got it?" He spoke.

Angel nodded, "Yes sir Mista Valentino."

"Good-boy, see you tomorrow," He grinned.

Angel buttoned up his jacket and once he was out of the studios, the tears fell, and he hugged his chest. He hated Valentino so much it hurt, literally.

"Bald headed mother fucking piece of shit," He grumbled angrily.

He wiped his cheeks and dusted his suit, he just needed to get back to the hotel and maybe take a nap. A nap sounds great right now and snuggling with Fat Nuggets would make it ten times better. Maybe having someone cuddling with him would make his pain go away; not that Cherri isn't at great cuddling, she is, but he wants someone who will kiss him and whisper sweet nothings to him until he fell asleep.

"I wonder if the princess found the cute ice demon yet," Angel wondered.

His thoughts about Valentino vanished when the ice demon came into his mind. He wonders if the ice demon would make a great cuddler; that is if he doesn't feel like an ice cube. Since Angel was covered in soft fluff it naturally kept him warm and he doesn't mind the cold too much, but that doesn't mean he'll run through the snow naked (if he's not getting paid), he does have a limit. Still, he wonders if the ice demon would like to cuddle. His thoughts halted when he saw ice spikes on the sidewalk; if he wasn't paying attention he'd be impaled.

Angel's eyes widened, "Holy fuck."

He eyed the ice spikes with caution, he gently ran his fingers up and down them wanting to know if this was real ice. He's heard of certain parts of Hell having snow but those are just hear say, however this looked like the real deal. Angel couldn't recall the last time he saw ice or snow, maybe when he was alive and still lived in New York.

He snapped a picture of the ice spikes and sent it to Cherri with a caption that said,

'Have you seen this?'

Not even a minute later and Cherri responds with, 'Yeah it's awesome, I think it's the ice demons doing,'

Angel texts, 'The princess and her bodyguard are out looking for him, she'd said it'd be good for the hotel or something,'

Cherri text back, 'Is she serious about this redemption bull-shit?'

Angel chuckled and responded, 'Yeah she is, but at least I get someone to talk to in that dump,'

Cherri sent, 'Maybe if he plays his cards right, you'll have a fuck buddy 😉,'

Angel snickered before sending out 'one last message, 'Yeah, I'd love to fuck his tight frozen ass.'

Angel puts his phone in his pocket and continued on his way back to the hotel. While he walked, he couldn't stop thinking about the ice demon, he seemed like a fascinating creature. It's not everyday a newbie arrives in Pentagram City and makes the headlines instantly. Then again, most newbies don't survive their first year or most of their first year in hell, but maybe he'll be different; he has ice powers after all, so there's a good chance of him surviving the exterminator's. Not to mention he'll be safe in the hotel, where he can stay on the next extermination day, and Angel has a safe space away from Val and his abusive ways.

A half smile formed on his face, "Maybe staying at the hotel won't be so bad after all."

End of chapter 8, will the hotel help Angel redeem himself, and will Storm help him along the way?