Tracking Angel back to his place was easy. Once everyone got tired, he and his friends all went home. Apparently he was staying at a crappy hotel in the center of the pentagram with the 3 girls he showed up at the club with. The sign on the top of the building called it the "Hazbin Hotel" or whatever the hell that meant. It was an ugly looking hotel.
A part of Claire started to regret letting Angel return home for the night. She thought that once he went back to his place, it was going to be easy pickings. He would have been isolated and drunk. There was no way he could fight back against her. However this place looked like a labyrinth. It was going to be hard to just find the spider, much less take him. She'd just break in and kidnap him in the night. However this place looked massive from the outside, which meant it was going to be a pain in the ass to find his room once she got in.
From the look of things, getting in the place looked like it was going to be easy. That at least was good news. Usually she would have liked to case the place first, but since she was dealing with a strict deadline, she was going to have to wing it.
Claire was already dressed in her cloak and mask by the time she arrived at the hotel. She landed on the balcony at the top of the place. She tried the door there and unsurprisingly, it was locked. So she took out her little lock pick and opened the door that way. She was thankful to find out that they didn't have a security system.
Claire quietly walked through the building and decided it was probably best to try and find the lobby first. More than likely, they had a list of their guests and their room numbers down there. Finding that would save her from having to check each room individually. That would take her forever.
Finding the lobby was pretty easy. All she had to do was go down a few cases of stairs and there it was. She looked around for a minute, trying to find an office or at least the check in desk, but she couldn't find either. She let out a sigh of frustration when suddenly a static-fill voice emitted from the shadows.
"My, My. What do we have here." Claire quickly spun around and spotted a pair of bright red eyes poking out from the darkness. "An unwanted guest. Please, do try not to seem so surprised, My thralls alerted me of your presence the second you landed on the roof."
Thralls?
Claire immediately reached out to her side and pulled her scythe out of the air, ready to take care of the person in front of her. She was going to have to do away with him quickly before he could alert the others.
She was just about to spring into action when the man stepped out of the shadows and revealed a demon with a bright red suit and a glowing yellow tooth grin on his face. Claire's eyes widened behind her mask as fear gripped her chest. It was Alastor, the fucking Radio Demon.
She had met him once before. She had gotten a request to track down a woman named Rosie a few years back. Alastor happened to be there and stopped her from completing her contract in a rather terrifying display. He had nearly tore her apart. She barely got away from him in one piece.
"I'm sorry, check in is closed for the night. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you t̴̆ŏ̶ le̶̘̹͕͒ą̴̠̱̯͚̒͒̃v̵̍̈́̂ḝ̵̳͖." Static started to buzz in the air and glowing red runes and symbols started to float around them. She gripped her scythe even tighter.
Suddenly a portal opened underneath her. She quickly rolled out of the way and sliced through the black tentacle that came out of it. Another one opened behind her, but thankfully she managed to dodge that one too.
"Light on your feet, I see." His grin twisted into a cruelly crazed smile. Black shadows with delighted smiles started to float out of the darkness and surround her.
"...I only came to find something in this place. I don't want any trouble with you."
"Well that's too bad." He narrowed his eyes, "You see, I've just become one of the co-founders here. It would be terribly rude of me to allow you to take one of my guests in the middle of the night." and then the shadows seem to attack her all at once. She dodged, blocked, and sliced through as many she could. "And I absolutely hat̴e̸̛̎̔͌͠ ̶͐tỏ̴̜́́̾̃ b̶́͋́͂e̷͌̓̊͝ r̵̞̪̤̦̉͊́̚̕ͅũ̷̬̺͘d̶͑e."
Fuck.
"Let me leave then. I promise I won't come back." She sliced through one more shadow and then turned back to him ready for more. "You won't see me again!" She was somewhat surprised she lasted this long.
"I'm sorry, my good man." He summoned a cane out of thin air and a flames erupted in his hand, "It's much too late for that." Then suddenly he charged at her.
She backed stepped out of his first fire blast quickly. However he suddenly turned into a shadow and sunk to the floor. Due to the darkness, she couldn't see where he went, until she felt something hit her from the right.
She was sent clear across the room and into a wall. She nearly blacked out from the impact. Stars danced in front of her eyes as she tried to stand back up. She swayed on her legs, using the wall as a crutch.
She could barely hear his laugh through the ringing in her ears. She didn't even realize he was next to her until he grabbed her by the throat.
"Pathetic." He leered down at her. "I dare say, I am impressed you were able to evade my thralls until now, but its over." He paused and Claire could see the antlers on his head began to get larger and his eyes turned to dials, "Iͥ̓̈́ ̩͙̪̺̫̬͊͡be̪̙͔͔̙̭͑̕t ͍͇̰̫̌͌͐͟ỹ̵̦̬͉̯ợ͍͈̈̉uͭ ̣͚͎̤͔͙̓͟t̎a̶̤͚̱̎s̡̲̣̗͖͈̰̰̼̅̉t̷͓͇̣͋̏̀ḙ͓͉̦̖̏̏͟ ͕̣̖̓̔̇͡g̐͑o̊̓ͤ҉̦̙o̶͎͇͓ͥ̇̇́d̬͓̤̖̖̑̎͜.̖͚̬͈̂̕"
"No…" She gasped through his clutch. That's when she realized her voice modulator was gone. It must have gotten broken when she got hit.
Suddenly the radio demon froze. It was quite disconcerting with the large smile on his face. He didn't move or speak, and then slowly, his grip on her got looser, "You're a woman."
Fear gripped her heart again. Out of panic, she gripped her gun and shot him through the stomach.
Alastor flinched back in pain, dropping her altogether and gripped his wound tightly. He hadn't expected her to have a gun, especially one filled with goatia bullets.
Without missing a beat, Claire landed on her feet and sprinted away. She made a clean escape, especially since Alastor didn't even bother to give chase. He never ran after his prey. Ever.
Though he wished he could have removed the hood and gotten a look at her face. She was the first person to push the wool over his eyes in the past 90 years. It was such a shame he didn't even manage to get a bite.
Once Claire got back to her hotel she threw off her cloak and mask and hugged herself as she sunk to the floor. She had almost gotten eaten by the radio demon.
It was close.
Way too fucking close.
She wasn't going to let that fucking happen again.
Claire took a moment to try and calm herself and breath, but it was interrupted when her phone started to ring. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it.
She looked down at the screen and saw that it was Valantino. Her deadline was technically up, so she bet he wanted an update. Just her luck.
"What?" she growled into the phone. The phone had an app that thankfully disguised her voice for her.
"Don't you take that tone with me." She overlord spat back. "I'll have my men find you and rip out your tongue."
"What do you want?" She demanded.
"What do I want?" He repeated, "The hell do you think I want!? Did you find Angel Dust or not?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"You can have your money back. Don't ever contact me again."
"What? No! Wait! What the fuck is the problem? You just said you knew where he was!" The overlord yelled at her.
"He has connections with the radio demon!" She nearly lost her temper, "I'm not fucking going near him ever again!"
"What?" There was a pregnant pause over the phone, "What are you talking about?"
"The radio demon! He was there! He stopped me!" She shouted. "Listen, I don't know what the hell you got going on, but if the radio demons involved, I don't want any fucking part of it!"
There another pause on the other end of the line, but then she heard a laugh, "Well tough shit, fucker, you took the job. You're going to finish it."
"Like hell I am!" She cursed and then hung up the phone. Val called her right back, but she didn't answer. She was done with him and his job. There was no fucking way she was going after Angel with that strawberry fucker hanging around. Val was crazy if he thought she could be convinced otherwise.
She had to get out of town and back to Imp City. As soon as possible.
A/N: Happy news years everyone!