Striker felt his heart sank; how did the angel get herself trapped in a cage?!
"Where are you? Who has you in a cage?" the cowboy asked while grabbing the blessed pistol off the coffee table and arming it with holy rounds.
"I've been seeing a lot of sinners, so I should still be in the Pride ring, but I don't know which club I'm at."
Striker sighed in relief; thank Satan she knew which ring she was in. Bad news was there was a fuck ton of clubs in that ring, both for sinners and for imps. "Anything that stands out to you about this club?" Thankfully he's been to a few clubs in Pride, if she can give him a specific detail about the place maybe he can figure out which club she was in.
"Not sure if this will help, but the club owner is Valentino," Solrina whispered.
"Shit," the cowboy imp thought, of fucking course it had to be Valentino! If Valentino has her, chances are the other two of the three V's are tormenting her too. If that's true, this was going to be a lot tougher than he thought. "Tell me, is he alone in this club? And I'm not talking about his sluts."
"Sometimes a man with a TV for a head comes, as well as a girl with duel colored hair."
Well shit; that confirmed his theory.
"Please Striker, I don't think I can-"
Before the angel could finish her plea, she was cut off by the sound of a door slamming open and yelling from a man, likely Valentino.
"Canary! Canary?!"
The only response Striker got back was Solrina screaming in pain then the sound of the phone being cut off, beeping ringing in Striker's ear.
Three weeks before the phone call...
Hanging up the phone, Solrina took one last check of her disguise. It might give her a few looks, but it would explain why she knows so much about the different rings of Hell. Stepping out, the citizens of Hell would see a succubus in a red overall dress with puffy pink sleeves and white boots. Her fluffy hair just as white with a single light pink strip running down the right side of her head.
While there were a few people who recognized her, majority of them didn't know who she was, which was perfect for the angel. Now that she blended in with the crowd, it was time to go job hunting. Seemed simple enough, how hard is it to find a job?
Turns out it WAS hard to find a job in Hell; while it's true that they lose people everyday due to violence and the extermination, the employers refused to hire Solrina. Was it something she said? Was something off about her? She made sure to disguise her angelic attributes, were they showing? Or is she acting too nice? Does that set people off? Maybe she should be a little more aggressive during her interviews, but what good would that do; she would be lying to her employer if she did that.
The angel was all but about to give up until she saw a poster on the wall promoting a hotel. "The Happy Hotel?" the angel read, looking over the filer. The rainbows, bright colors, and the smiles all over the paper made her think that the hotel would be a ideal environment for her, and if she was lucky, maybe they'd let her stay there too! Ripping the poster from the wall, the angel followed the directions written on the paper to get to the hotel. However, in her excitement, Solrina had taken a wrong turn somewhere in between Apple Road and 666th street.
Now she was in a destroyed part of town that was in the middle of being reconstructed. Her attention was soon taken away from the poster to the person who whistled at her. A crew of construction workers were whistling at her and shouted lewd comments of what she could do to them. Of course, all of their sexual comments went over Solrina's head. One would think that after spending three months done here would make her be well educated in Hell's tongue. Since she had their attention, she tried asking the construction workers for directions to the hotel, but all they did was laugh when she said the name. Were they laughing at her or the hotel? At this point, she couldn't tell and frankly she was likely not going to get an answer from the cackling crew.
With their attention gone, the angel walked away from the construction site and deeper into the city. All afternoon she would ask anyone who was willing to listen to her for directions to the hotel, but all they did was laugh or scoffed at her decision for going. After being brushed off for the millionth time, the angel sat down at a bench and sighed; if this keeps up she'll have to sleep outside and judging by the sky it's going to start raining soon. What's an angel to do?
"Sudsy?" a voice asked, bringing the angel out of her despair.
"Who? Someone recognized me?" Solrina thought as she looked around for the voice.
"Look up Doll face," the voice called again, bringing Solrina's attention to a pink limousine in front of her with golden accented mirrors, spikes in the front and a moth-like hood ornament. The back window wide open to reveal a purple face with a rather large red hat hidden behind large pink heart shaped glasses, carrying a cigarette holder with a lit cigarette in one of his four limbs. "So this is where you've been eh Sudsy?"
Solrina frantically waved her in front of the man, "Please...! I'm trying to lay low at the moment...!" she whispered, "I'm taking a break from music actually."
"I see, that's why you left huh," the man hummed as he inhaled the cigarette while looking up at the sky. "S'gonna start rainin' in a bit Doll face; why don't we talk somewhere a little more convenient?"
"Alright, any particular place we should meet? I'll meet you there in a few minutes."
"Why don't you rest your legs in my ride Doll?"
"You sure? I'd hate to intrude."
The man opened the door then slides himself deeper into the car to allow her in, "Not at all Doll face, you'd be doing me a favor."
Moved by his generosity, Solrina stepped in and took her seat before closing the door shut. "Thank you so much, Mr...?"
"Please... call me Valentino."