"There really is no point in telling you all over again. You were with me the whole time!" Alastor let out a laugh, and was unable to stop for a while. His friend wasn't laughing, but it couldn't keep from smiling all the same. It always knew how he was feeling and would have the appropriate reactions...

"You know, you're such a great partner to have. I'm glad we found each other." Alastor's smile widened, and once again, he poured some more tea. It seemed to be an endless pot. He had drank probably about 10 cups now. But, it was a good time. Jazz music filled the air all the while, coming from a dusty, old radio.

"Ugh, do I really have to tell you?"

There was no answer.

"Well... if you insist. Who am I to keep you from your curiosity?" Alastor's hands couldn't settle on one place and constantly fidgeted more and more as they talked.

"...it was like any other night. Cliché. But, it's true."

Alastor's eyes opened. Usually, it'd be morning by now. But, there was a cold breeze. Had he left the window open?

"Angel?" He called out to the room.

Looking beside him, there was a wrinkle in the sheets indicating that he had, indeed, laid beside him. Yet, Angel was nowhere to be found. Instinctively, he rose and got up to the window, sighing to himself.

"Where are you, my love... hm?"

Sounds of faint laughter accompanied the gentle city's nighttime bustles. A laughter that was so delicious, he knew it could only come from one demon.

"Husk, it'll be fine! I made sure he was asleep." Betrayal.

"No, really. If he finds out... I'm pretty sure he'll kill us both." The voice made him cover his mouth. He wanted to hurl. It really was Husk.

"Naaaah. Just... let's not talk about him." By this time, the two were in full view, walking on the side walk. Angel was holding Husk's arm like it was his lifevest. The very same way he would with Alastor.

"He won't know a thing."

"...that night, he just disappeared. He never did that. I felt..." Alastor struggled to think of a word.

"...you and I know I cannot say infuriated. That would not even BEGIN to describe how I felt. But to be honest... I still could have forgiven it all at this point." The static from the old radio seemed to intensify, among other sounds as well.

Alastor hurriedly rose up and grabbed his staff, ready to smash the table in front of him. He could obliterate this diner if he wanted to. No one would bat an eye. He had done far worse things than blow up an abandoned diner.

"If he TURNED back at that moment... I would have FORGIVEN him." The noise heightened once, and was gone in an instant. Alastor had stopped at the last moment, instead putting down his staff, and picking up the teapot.

"My apologies... I've felt a sudden desire for coffee. I'll be right back."

His partner would wait however long it took.

He'd return 10 minutes later with a new steaming pot, and Alastor was looking much calmer again. The static had died a while ago, the radio demon humming the familiar tune of the radio. He was delighted to see his guest did not leave.

"I'm oh so glad you decided to stay. I was worried you'd up and take off! There's no one to talk to these days." Pouring a mug for himself, and his friend, he nodded to himself in approval.

"Right then. Continuing with the story..."

Alastor got dressed in a second, shadows enveloping his body, and immediately fitting his trademark suit to his body. Like brand new. With that, he jumped out of the window, floating over to the rooftops and tailing the two. He was careful not to be seen, observing his lover and the one he once thought was a friend.

"Husk..." He spoke to himself. The name was toned with malice now as he felt nothing but hate.

For a few blocks, they continued to walk, eventually making their way to a dead end at a junkie hotel. No class. But, it was the closest hotel... and furthest from Alastor.

"You know what I saw." Alastor stared opposite him for a long time. He nodded very slowly, and his grin widened. His hands trembled as he arms went around himself.

"You know... you know..."

"Ahhh! Fuck, Husk! Your cock is so big...!"

"Angel... shit...~"

"I sat outside the fire escape and heard every single thing. I didn't even dare look inside. If I did..." Alastor's crackling grin faded, and he placed both his elbows on the table, fingers over his head's fur.

"...I probably would have killed them both." Nodding, he looked up, his hands opening up, and his eyes also wide as if to say, 'Surprise!'

"You know what? Maybe I should've." Again, he leaned back, then poured himself another mug of coffee. The steam rose, indicating it was still quite hot.

"What do you think, friend?"

There was no answer. Only a smile.

"Mmm." Alastor seemed content with this answer.

"Right. I agree with you!"

"Not going to stick around?" Husk asked as he smoked a cigar. Alastor could smell the scent of it. The window was wide open, after all.

"Sorry, Husky. I've got other clients to attend to tonight..." Angel replied in that same, smooth voice he always had. And then, came the opening of a door, and closing.

In that very moment, Alastor knew what he wanted to do. Standing up, he entered the window quietly, finally looking into the room. Husk laid in the middle of the bed, his eyes still closed, relaxed in his fading orgasm. Grinning, Alastor stood in front of the dead. Raising his hand, he summoned his staff.

"Husk."

"WHOA! Shit!" In fright, he had jumped up and rolled off the bed, grabbing the dingy blankets as well to cover his body.

"Shit, Alastor... wha... what are you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here. Now please... don't make this any harder than it has to be."

"I will spare you the gory details." Alastor gave a hearty chuckle as he shook his head, one set of claws on his forehead, and his other hand lifting his mug.

"...that was on the news, after all."

There was some semblance of pride on his face, but it quickly dissipated into regret as he looked beside him. It was raining.

"Angel wasn't done there..."

After the deed with Husk was done, Alastor continued to follow Angel, going into the richer district of the city. He recognized this as Angel's workplace. The porn studios where all adult movies in hell were made. Feeling dread in his stomach, he wondered if he should just go back home. What else was there to do? He could just go back to bed...

"...no. It's far too late."

Husk was slain. And his handiwork was too obvious... he hadn't thought about covering up the death in a different fashion. The scene practically had 'Radio Demon' written all over it. So what was even left now? Could Angel forgive him? This thought sparked rage however, as he watched Angel walk into a room.

Going up to the front of the door, he looked at the letters.

'Valentino.'

The sounds that quickly came later was clear indication. He needn't look again. Moans, laughter, furniture creaking...

"Why am I the one looking to be forgiven?"

The noises intensified and led to one final note. Reaching up to touch his face, he hadn't realized that he had cried. This feeling was so unfamiliar. Never had he felt this sad, nor weak to shed tears.

The door opened shortly after. Alastor, being right behind the door, went unnoticed. Angel had left the building. With this, he entered the room, it being the only source of light in the dark, empty hallway. It was after hours after all.

Standing up, Alastor sighed. He didn't say a word this time, going behind the counter of the diner. There was some clinking of glasses. Eventually, he'd come back with a bottle of vodka.

"...I think I should loosen up a little." He gave a smile, though it was only out of courtesy for his friend.

"Vox... Vooox~!"

"Nghhh, shit, Angel. You sure know how to ride this... dick!"

His very own rival. He could not believe it. Mind and heart broken, Alastor couldn't do it anymore. Tears continuing to flow endlessly from his eyes, as he waited for them to just... stop. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing on his mind...

...was Angel Dust.