"Yeah, that sounds like Angie all right," Cherri Bomb chuckled, her voice filled with amusement. As Vaggie finished sharing her account, Cherri's single eye sparkled with understanding. "It can be tough to really get to know him much of the time."

Her expression softened, a touch of sadness creeping in. "But I guess that's his defense mechanism, you know? He's been hurt before, and he's just trying to protect himself from getting hurt again. It kinda of sucks if you think about it."

Cherri's gaze shifted to Vaggie and Charlie, a genuine warmth radiating from her. "But I'm really glad that you guys found him when you did. It's incredible how the two of you are slowly breaking through those walls and gaining his trust. Angie needs friends like you, people who genuinely care about him."

A small smile played on Cherri's lips. "I've seen glimpses of it myself, you know? The way he starts to relax when he's around you and everyone here at the hotel. It's like he can finally let his guard down a little."

"So we shared our story," Charlie beamed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It's always fun to hear how people come together. But now I'm curious, Charlie, how did you and Angel meet? I'd love to hear your side of the story!"

As she spoke, Charlie's eyes sparkled with genuine interest, eager to learn more about their dynamic. She leaned forward slightly, her body language conveying her genuine curiosity and excitement.

"I met Angie," Cherri Bomb began, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It was a few months after I first arrived in Hell. The timing was perfect, or maybe just a crazy twist of fate. It happened during my first Cleanse, a time when things were... different."


"12/31/1988"

The day had felt unusually strange from the moment she woke up. As she groggily made her way to the local coffee shop, she couldn't help but notice the peculiar atmosphere that enveloped the streets. To her dismay, every place she passed had queues extending for blocks, accompanied by signs indicating their closure at two o'clock. The once vibrant stores and bustling bars now stood firmly shut, their windows covered or displaying hopeful messages of reopening soon. Even the lively clubs, renowned for their nocturnal revelry, were adorned with notices stating their closure until further notice. It was the final day of the year, a time typically marked by celebration and merriment, yet an eerie tension permeated the air.

The denizens of Hell, usually accustomed to their fiery abode, were visibly on edge. Fear and agitation hung heavily in the air, like a palpable cloud of anticipation. Many were sequestered within the confines of their homes, seeking solace from the impending unknown. Others sought alternative shelters, as if bracing themselves for an imminent catastrophe, akin to awaiting the impact of a nuclear bomb. The once chaotic and tempestuous realm of Hell had transformed into a place of trepidation and apprehension, leaving her with an unnerving sense of foreboding.

"Hey, Sista'," a tall demon with a distinct New York accent blurted out as he briskly passed by her. His flamboyant attire, consisting of a pink and white Valentino jacket and thigh-high boots, made him stand out even more amidst the prevailing unease. His words carried a sense of urgency and concern.

"If you're smart, you'd be hiding right about now," he cautioned, his voice laced with a mixture of anxiety and caution. It was clear that he believed seeking refuge was the prudent course of action in these unsettling times.

"Hey," Cherri inquired, her voice carrying a blend of curiosity and concern as she addressed the stranger. "Do you know what's going on? Why is everything closed and shit?" Her pinkish blond hair cascaded around her as she awaited the demon's response, her vibrant red fixed on him, eager for answers.

The demon abruptly halted in his tracks, a momentary pause enveloping him as he seemed to ponder her question. Cherri Bomb couldn't help but notice the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, as if he were contemplating whether to divulge what he knew. The atmosphere crackled with uncertainty, heightening her anticipation for his response.

"Oh...you're a virgin," the taller demon stated matter-of-factly. As he turned slightly, a single dark-colored eye fixated on Cherri, observing her with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. His words landed with a provocative undertone, implying that her perceived innocence was somehow relevant to the unfolding situation.

"Excuse me," Cherri retorted, her voice laced with a mixture of indignation. Without missing a beat, she swiftly reached into the bodice of her top, retrieving one of the Cherry Bombs she always kept on her person. While she remained uncertain about the situation at hand, she was not about to let some random demon on the street insult her without consequences.

As she held the explosive orb in her hand, a mischievous glimmer sparkled in her eyes. Cherri knew that her signature Cherry Bombs were not to be taken lightly. With a confident stance, she conveyed a message that she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself if necessary.

"I wasn't meaning' that," the other demon responded, his tone shifting from brashness to a more sincere demeanor. He turned to fully face Cherri, revealing his features for the first time. His eyes met hers, and she could sense a hint of urgency behind his gaze.

"Ya never even heard of the 'Cleanse'?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and concern.

"I don't even understand the shit you're talking about," Cherri retorted, her irritation evident in her voice. The stranger's mention of the "Cleanse" had only served to deepen her confusion. The situation was becoming increasingly perplexing, and she struggled to grasp the significance of what he was referring to. The taller demon appeared visibly agitated, his features reflecting a mix of frustration and internal conflict.

"I don't have time to tell ya the details," the taller demon replied, his stress becoming more palpable by the moment. He seemed burdened by the weight of the situation, his urgency evident in his voice. Cherri sensed his growing unease, realizing that time was of the essence.

"Look, how far do ya live from here?" he asked, a note of desperation creeping into his words.

"Around the west side of the pentagram," Cherri responded, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of caution. The mention of her location within Hell caught her attention, and she couldn't help but wonder why the demon was specifically interested in that area.

"Why?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on the demon, awaiting his explanation.

"Ya won't get there before lockdown," the taller demon responded, his words laced with a sense of urgency and concern. His gaze darted around, as if he was on high alert, anticipating something ominous. Cherri's heart skipped a beat, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"If they caught ya, you'll be erased before mornin'," he added, his voice lowered to a hushed tone.

"If who caught me," Cherri demanded, her irritation seeping into her words. She wasn't about to tolerate any condescending, sexist assumptions. "If you're thinking that sexist 'I'm dumb because I'm a girl' bullshit, then I have something for you to choke on." Her defiance blazed in her eyes, her determination unyielding.

Before she could take another step, the taller demon approached her, his touch firm but not ungently as he grasped her shoulder. Sensing the urgency in his actions, Cherri allowed herself to be pulled along, realizing that time was of the essence. Though her irritation lingered, she understood that their shared purpose outweighed their differences in that moment.

"Come on," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and reassurance. "My place's not far from here. It ain't much, but ya can hide there 'till the whole thing's over." Cherri felt a conflict within her, torn between her instinct to resist and her intuition urging her to trust him.

As Cherri contemplated her next move, a nagging feeling tugged at her, guiding her towards cooperation rather than defiance. There was an unspoken connection, an unexplainable sense of shared purpose that she couldn't ignore. Reluctantly, she chose to heed her instincts and follow the taller demon to his place.


They arrived at the front doors of a dingy apartment building, the exterior worn and showing signs of neglect. Cherri's unknown companion swiftly tapped in a key code into the security access panel. A buzzing sound followed, and without hesitation, he pushed open the dirty, cracked glass doors, ushering her into the lackluster entryway. Their breaths heavy from their hurried journey, they paused for a moment to catch their breaths.

Finally, with a moment of respite, Cherri had the opportunity to take a closer look at her companion. He was unmistakably a bug demon, though the specifics of his species eluded her. His body was covered in a mix of white and pale pink fur, with a distinctive heart-shaped mark adorning his chest. Despite his masculine identity, he possessed an effeminate appearance, accentuated by the women's styled clothing he wore. Cherri couldn't help but admire the uniqueness of his dark pink eyes, the contrast between the gentle-looking white eye and the sinister black one, which held a single pink orb.

As the two demons found temporary refuge indoors, Cherri noticed a gradual easing of her companion's anxiety. The weight of the outside world seemed to lift slightly, bringing a sense of relief to their situation. However, their respite was short-lived.

Suddenly, a piercing siren blared, its shrill sound reverberating through the air. Startled, Cherri's attention turned toward the entrance they had just passed through. In an instant, a metal grate came crashing down, effectively sealing off the glass doors that had been their entry point.

Cherri's eyes widened in realization as the purpose of her companion's earlier urgency became clear. The situation outside was far more precarious than she had initially imagined. They were now trapped within the confines of the apartment building, cut off from the outside world.

"Bet ya glad you ain't one of the poor schmucks still stuck out there right now," he remarked with a smirk, though Cherri detected a tinge of bitterness underlying his humor. It was clear that the gravity of the situation was not lost on him. As he turned away from the sealed doors, he gestured for her to follow, his movements no longer physically guiding her.

With a sense of cautious determination, Cherri decided to join him. The prospect of companionship seemed far preferable to remaining alone in the entryway, especially given the unsettling atmosphere that surrounded them. They proceeded towards the elevator bank, its dilapidated state a testament to the overall condition of the building.

Together, they stepped into the rickety elevator and ascended to the sixth floor. As the doors opened, Cherri took in the sight of other demons milling about in the dimly lit halls. She couldn't help but notice the occasional sneers and jeers directed their way. Her companion, however, seemed unfazed, either choosing to ignore the taunts or pretending not to hear them.

"Hey slut," One large demon called out. "How much did she pay you to give her a good time?"

"If she made a man outta him, it'd be an improvement," another demon added. "But then again she'd still be the one wearing the pants in the relationship from the looks of her."

"Like you'd know," Cherri retorted, her voice laced with defiance. "He's probably a better man than you two fuckers will ever be." Her companion remained silent but flashed her an impressed smirk. As they reached a door, he effortlessly produced a key and unlocked it.

"It's a mess in here," he warned her as he entered. "To be fair, I wasn't expecting company today." Peering inside, she immediately understood what he meant by "mess." The single-room apartment was scattered with various items, ranging from adult toys like dildos and vibrators to unidentifiable objects she preferred not to know about. He hurriedly began gathering these items and discreetly stashing them into a cardboard box labeled "Work Stuff." Afterward, he stored the box under a dress rack filled with women's clothing, ranging from elegant evening gowns to casual unisex attire.

Cherri stepped into the modest dwelling, closing the door behind her, while the androgynous male demon drew the blinds, enveloping the room in darkness. He located a small lantern and switched it on, placing it on the floor to provide some much-needed illumination. As he settled down on the floor, the white-furred demon regarded her with an indifferent expression, as though she were just another piece of furniture occupying the space.

The 1980's punk-girl settled on the makeshift bed, a simple mattress laid out on the floor. Though the cramped space made her feel uneasy, there was something about the man that assured her he had no ill intentions toward her. Besides, if he were to cross any boundaries, she was more than capable of showing him she was not one to be trifled with. He reached into his jacket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes, and carefully tapped one loose. However, it suddenly dawned on him that he had an unexpected guest in the room.

Pausing for a moment, he regarded Cherri with a newfound awareness.

"Do ya mind?" He asked, pointing at the cigarettes. "Go ahead," Cherri shrugged. "This is your home...I'm just a guest for the time being. So, what's all this about? You mentioned something about a 'Cleanse' earlier?"

The man's gaze softened, and he nodded appreciatively at Cherri's understanding. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke into the dimly lit room. Leaning back against the wall, he began to explain.

"Go ahead," Cherri shrugged. "This is your home...I'm just a guest for the time being. So, what's all this about? You mentioned something about a 'Cleanse' earlier?"

The man's gaze softened, and he nodded appreciatively at Cherri's understanding. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of rank smelling smoke into the dimly lit room. Leaning back against the wall, he began to explain.

"Today, by your understanding, marks the final day of the year," the other demon clarified. "Consider the 'Cleansin' as a twisted version of New Year's celebration. Instead of toasting the upcoming year with champagne and parties, it's ushered in with violence, murder, and mass genocide. Every year, a group of beings known as the 'Exorcists' descends from Heaven to deal with the issue of overpopulation. Any demon who can rub at least two brain-cells together knows to seek refuge before the lockdown begins. If you happen to miss curfew or find yourself outside, then you'd better find a secure hiding place for the next few hours. If you're caught, well... it's the end for you. The exterminations haven't commenced yet, but they will soon. A member of Hell's royal family will eventually emerge and announce the conclusion of the Cleansin', but we still have some time until then."

Cherri's eyes widened as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. The air in the room grew heavier, and an eerie silence settled upon them. The significance of this night weighed heavily on both of them, and the looming danger outside became palpable.

"Oh," Cherri said, her understanding deepening as she pieced together the events of the day. "So... what was the purpose behind calling me a 'virgin' earlier?"

"Yeah, about that," The other demon said sheepishly though sincerely. "I didn't mean for my choice of words seemed disrespectful or insensitive. It's just in the context of tonight's events, being a 'virgin' carries a different meaning. It's not about sexual experience or lack thereof. In the demonic realm, a 'virgin' refers to someone who is new to Hell and hasn't survived a Cleansin'. It's a term we use for someone who hasn't experienced the brutal reality of what's about to happen outside. At the place I work we call all the new folk in Hell "Cleansin' Virgin's" and "Extermination Cherry's" things like that. As you may have noticed I am kinda involved in adult entertainment so it's a kind of an in-joke as it were."

"Okay," Cherri responded, her mind shifting to a different perspective. While the Cleansing was undoubtedly a harrowing ordeal, she began to consider the potential opportunities that might arise from it. "And what happens once these 'Cleansings' are over? I mean, if demons are permanently eliminated to the point where they can't revive, it would leave many territories vacant, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," the other demon responded. "There are land and power grabs that occur following these Cleansin's. It often leads to turf wars and struggles for dominance. The Overlords, in particular, tend to seize more power for themselves during these times. However, there are also instances where other sinners or individuals with their own unique motivations try to take advantage of the chaotic circumstances."

He glanced around the dimly lit room, his gaze thoughtful. "It's a treacherous game, navigating the shifting power dynamics that emerge after the Cleansin'. It requires careful maneuvering, alliances, and sometimes even making difficult choices to secure one's position. But it's crucial to be mindful of the consequences and the potential harm that can be inflicted on others in the process."

"I'm not exactly a pushover myself," Cherri grinned mischievously, revealing three small explosives held between her fingers. "If there's a place to party, count me in. Those who know of me call me Cherri Bomb" Her companion raised the brow above his darker left eye, a smirk of impressed amusement appearing on his face.

"I go by Angel Dust," her companion responded with a grin. "You've got a whole lot of spunk, Sista'... I dig that." The two demons continued their conversation, sharing their experiences and insights gained during their time in Hell. As the hours ticked by, they found solace and camaraderie in each other's company, forging a much-needed connection in the midst of chaos.

As exhaustion finally caught up with her, Cherri nestled into a peaceful slumber on Angel's bed, grateful for the presence of someone who could help her navigate the tumultuous and bewildering world she had found herself in. She felt a sense of comfort and safety, knowing that she had found a temporary haven and a trusted companion.


As the clock tower struck midnight, Angel's gaze lifted towards the sky, captivated by the resounding booms of fireworks that painted the darkness with vibrant colors. It was a momentous sound, signifying the end of the harrowing lockdown period. With a sense of relief, he rose from his spot and drew the blinds back up, allowing the flickers of celebratory light to cascade into the room.

Just as he had anticipated, the phone on his vanity table rang, its shrill tone piercing the air. With a knowing expression, Angel swiftly moved to answer the call, his hand reaching out to grasp the receiver. He braed himself for the voice that would greet him on the other end, aware of the significance of this moment and the individual who would be on the line.

"Angel Cakes," Val purred. "I hope you've managed to secure some funds for me before the dreaded lockdown struck."

"I did manage to find a few desperate Johns," Angel replied, her tone tinged with disgust and loathing. "Unfortunately, my last encounter was a cold fish. The compensation hardly matched the effort I put in. Nonetheless, I'm about to make my way to the studio. I just have somethin' to take care to before I head out."

"Don't keep me waiting too long, Sugar," Valentino purred seductively. "You wouldn't want to upset Daddy, now would you?" Ending the call, he approached the bed and gently shook Cherri's shoulder, rousing her from her slumber.

"Alright, Cookie," Angel said with a soft tone. "It's time to rise and shine." Cherri stirred, her single eye slowly opening to greet the world.

"Is it all over?" Cherri inquired, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, as she began to sit up.

"Yep," Angel replied, carefully stowing the lantern away and giving a quick once-over to the makeup adorning his face.

"Why did..." Cherri asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. His actions from earlier had thoroughly confused her. While she may not have resided in Hell for an extended period, she had enough experience to recognize that most demons primarily cared about self-preservation. Thus, the notion of a demon going out of his way to protect another, especially a complete stranger, seemed perplexing to her. "You easily could have left me to those relentless 'Exorcists.' So, why did you go to the trouble of helping me?"

Angel let out a sigh, his expression betraying a hint of contemplation. "I suppose," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and bitterness, "it's because nobody was there for me when I first arrived." A bitter smile crossed his face as he reminisced about that memory. "By sheer dumb luck, I stumbled upon a broom closet just before the massacre began."

"Well..." Cherri replied, her tone reflecting a newfound appreciation. As she turned to leave the room, she couldn't help but express her gratitude. "Thanks... perhaps we'll meet again. If I'm going to claim some territory around here, I could certainly use someone like you as a partner."


"We didn't become friends overnight," Cherri confessed, her voice reflecting a sense of growth and shared experiences. "However, he did become an invaluable ally to me. He taught me the intricate workings of this city, and I've been a reliable support for him whenever he needed it. We've become interdependent, knowing that we can rely on each other in various situations." Cherri's single-eye gleamed with admiration as she continued, "I've witnessed him effortlessly take on entire groups of demons, as if it were an everyday occurrence." As Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a brief glance as though something didn't seem right.

"I understand," Cherri sighed, her voice carrying a tinge of frustration. "All of those things I mentioned are problematic, and they go against the very principles your hotel is trying to uphold and encourage." She leaned back, crossing her arms, her expression a mix of weariness and determination. "But let me tell you something, Princess. It's not easy to change the ways of this place. It's a tough battle, and sometimes we have to get our hands dirty to get anywhere."

"It's not that," Vaggie responded. "If Angel can take on groups of demons on his own, what is stopping him from going after Valentino?"

"I'm not sure," Cherri said thoughtfully. "It could be because Valentino is a fucking Overlord. While it's true that we faced Sir Pentious together in that turf war a few weeks ago, he was just a wannabe, a snake-brained edgelord who talked a big game but lacked the shit to back it up. But, Valentino is different, though I don't know about the hold he has over Angie. I'm aware that Val is abusive and manipulative, but... I'm relieved that the extent of his actions is limited to forcing Angie into performing oral sex on him occasionally."

"Excuse me, my dear," Alastor interrupted in his distinctive voice. "I must clarify that I am not one to partake in the illicit pleasures of the flesh. However, it is worth considering that these occasional non-consensual fellatio acts might not be the extent of the sinister events that have taken place. How can you be so certain that Valentino has not subjected Angie to even more deplorable actions?"

Alastor leaned back, his smile widening slightly. "My dear girl, I am merely pointing out the possibility. Given Valentino's nature and his manipulative tendencies, it would be wise not to underestimate the depths of his depravity. We must remain vigilant and consider all possibilities, no matter how disturbing they may be." His tone remained calm, but there was an undeniable edge to his words.

"He's just being realistic," Vaggie pointed out. "As much as I hate to say this, I do agree with Alastor. We can't be certain worse hasn't actually happened. Look at Angel's profession... look at what he does... is it that hard to believe that Valentino may have hurt Angel in that way?"

Charlie's eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, but the more she thought of it, the more it made sense. Angel was guarded; he didn't trust people easily. And even if he did trust someone enough to talk to them, he would resort to crude comments or snide remarks, as though he was trying to push others away from him. Even the times she had heard him laugh, it didn't sound genuine or joyful. Instead, it was always this bitter, angry-sounding raucous noise masquerading as laughter—a façade he wore whenever he was among others.

Now, as she reflected on the way Angel reacted when Vox appeared at the hotel, Charlie wondered if it was just Valentino who had inflicted harm upon him, or if the other Vee's were also subjecting him to their own versions of torture.

"This is outrageous," Cherri protested, her voice filled with indignation. Deep down, she couldn't ignore the truth behind Vaggie's words. The thought of Angel having suffered from the hands of Valentino and potentially other abusers was sickening. Valentino was known for his sleazy and despicable nature, making it all too plausible for him to stoop so low. However, accepting such a horrifying reality proved to be a tremendous challenge for Cherri, leaving her grappling with disbelief.

"He was involved with Valentino before he crossed paths with you, Cherri," Charlie explained gently, her voice filled with empathy. The notion of such terrible things happening to someone she had grown to care for deeply was something Charlie found difficult to bear. Angel wasn't just a friend to her; she had come to regard him as an integral part of her chosen family.

"He might have chosen not to confide in you, Cherri, to spare you from the harsh truth," Charlie continued, her words laced with concern. "Or perhaps, it's something he hasn't even acknowledged within himself."

Cherri's single, troubled eye reflected her inner turmoil as she shook her head, seemingly resistant to accepting the possibility. It was clear that the idea challenged her to the core, and she struggled with the weight of the revelation.

"No... Angie," Cherri uttered mournfully, her voice laced with sorrow and anger. Her teeth clenched tightly as she seethed with fury. "I swear... I swear I'll make that evil son of a bitch pay for what he's done."

Feeling the intensity of Cherri's emotions, Charlie reached out and gently placed a comforting hand on Cherri's, offering solace and support in that moment of overwhelming anguish. The touch was a silent reassurance, a reminder that they were in this together, and that Cherri didn't have to face her pain alone.

"He'll need you by his side to aid in his healing process," Charlie spoke gently, her voice filled with compassion. "Seeking revenge against Valentino in a fit of anger won't improve the situation; it will only inflict more pain upon Angel. That's exactly what that Overlord desires – for you to act against him, giving him an opportunity to further harm Angel. He might resort to hurting you or worse as a means to hurt Angel even more."

Charlie's words carried a sense of caution and concern, emphasizing the importance of approaching the situation with care and thoughtfulness. She understood Cherri's anger and desire for justice, but she also recognized the risks involved and the need to protect both Angel and Cherri from further harm.

"But things are getting worse," Cherri said. "I'm worried I'll lose him…"

"I'm worried about that too," Charlie said. "Maybe...maybe a change in scenery might help things. Leaving the city even for just a weekend might give him and the rest of us a chance to clear our thoughts and figure out what we could do."

"What about Valentino?" Vaggie raised a valid concern. "He would undoubtedly come looking for Angel, even if we managed to escape the city undetected. His presence alone could jeopardize everything we're working towards. We might return to find this hotel reduced to nothing but a smoldering heap, or worse, discover that he's been lying in wait for our return, intending to coerce Angel into leaving with him."

Alastor chimed in with a reminder, "Let's not forget the formidable forces associated with this establishment. I have made a promise to assist this hotel, and I won't stand idly by while it's being destroyed. Furthermore, even Hell's Royal Family, who graciously allowed Charlie to utilize this place, would not tolerate its intentional destruction under any circumstances."

Husk, growing impatient, interjected, "Speaking of Legs... Isn't he usually back by now?" He glanced at the wall clock positioned near the bar, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You're right," Charlie responded, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. She reached for her Hellphone and quickly checked for any messages or calls from Angel. To her dismay, there was nothing, not even a missed call from her mom. "Cherri... has he reached out to you? Any calls or texts?"

"No," Cherri confessed, her eye glued to her phone screen. "You don't think...?" She didn't need to complete the sentence. The shared apprehension settled among Charlie, Vaggie, and the rest, all drawing the same inference. Angel was going through something, something worrisome.


"I heard that you're staying at the hotel my darling Charlotte manages," King Luci remarked, his fingers smoothing out his jacket and adjusting his bow tie. Angel lay curled up under the blanket, unmoving.

"Uhh-huh," Angel responded apathetically. Deep down, he knew he wasn't to blame for the situation, considering the King of Hell himself had requested him. Nevertheless, that knowledge didn't ease the weight of guilt he felt. How could he face Charlie, knowing that he was betraying her by getting involved with her father? How could he bear to reside in a hotel adorned with pictures of King Luci, proudly posing beside his wife and daughter? All Angel yearned for was for the infernal monarch to disappear, allowing him to clean up, dress himself, deliver the souls he had collected to Valentino, and finally retreat to the hotel. He craved solitude in his private room, where he could suffer in silence until the cycle of misery repeated itself again.

Even during his living days, this had been Angel's daily reality. Being the offspring of a notorious Mafioso, he was automatically labeled as destined for a life of crime. He engaged in fights with other boys at school, defending his younger sister from their bullying, yet he was immediately branded as a troublemaker. The nuns at school would look down upon him, their judgmental gazes implying that he was inherently tainted by evil and incapable of doing anything good. They saw only the devil in him, dismissing any potential for redemption or positive change.

Despite his choice to enter the sex trade as a means of breaking away from his family, Angel couldn't escape the pain and loneliness that came with being disconnected from those he once knew. He was accused of forgetting the true meaning of family, and even if he desired to return, he knew he would never be welcomed back. Branded as a freak, an abomination, and an unnatural being due to his desire to love and be loved by someone of the same gender, he felt the weight of society's judgment. Now, all people saw was a spoiled brat who seemingly earned an easy living through his body. They remained oblivious to the agony and humiliation he endured as a part of his existence. Even if they were aware, most would still argue that he brought it all upon himself, believing it was what he deserved.

After King Luci departed, Angel found his clothes and dressed himself. The cramped suite lacked a proper shower, so he settled for wiping his body with a damp washcloth, hoping to remove any remnants of his previous client. He knew a hot shower back at the hotel would help ensure thorough cleanliness. With his clothes on and the stack of souls that the King had left in hand, he headed towards the elevator. Stepping inside the box-like car, he pressed the button for the penthouse floor. However, instead of ascending, the doors closed but the elevator remained motionless.

"Ah, Angel…" Valentino said.

"I have the payment from our VIP," Angel stated, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue that he couldn't entirely conceal. All he yearned for was to return to the hotel, to find solace in the company of Fat Nuggets. He longed to curl up beside Cherri, feeling her arms envelop him in a tender embrace that provided comfort and acceptance. He craved the presence of those in Hell who loved and cared for him unconditionally, valuing him for who he was rather than what he could do to serve their needs.

"I do hope you are treating her well," King Luci remarked. "My dear Charlotte can be impulsive and doesn't always consider the consequences, but she possesses a sharp mind. Sometimes I question if she cares too deeply. However, not everyone sees the potential for redemption in most demons... especially not in someone like you, a lowly sex worker." Angel wrapped his arms around himself, the comment piercing through him. People tended to judge based on appearances, only scratching the surface and never truly understanding the full story behind it all.

"Excellent," Valentino remarked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The elevator smoothly ascended five floors without interruption, bringing them to Valentino's ostentatious penthouse suite. As Angel entered the main room, his eyes were met with a flamboyant display of questionable taste. The sitting area boasted deep-purple plush couches and chairs, while a white heart-shaped rug adorned the floor beneath a taupe-colored coffee table. The carpet beneath the rug screamed in a vibrant rosy pink hue, while the walls were engulfed in Bordeaux red wallpaper adorned with heart-shaped pinstripes. Framed posters of Angel Dust's photoshoots were scattered across the walls, capturing moments of mixed emotions. Some depicted Angel alongside Valentino and Vox, with Dia and Summer positioned between them, attempting to create an illusion of camaraderie. There were also images of Angel standing with Velvet, as if the four of them were the closest of friends. Yet, among the forced smiles in other photographs, Angel stood alone, a visible strain behind his expression, while Valentino leaned in with a falsely proud grin, feigning the role of a loving father figure for the camera.

Valentino's back remained turned towards Angel, his attention captivated by a pornographic image featuring Angel dressed as a provocative mermaid, seemingly engaged in a scandalous act of reviving a sailor by providing him with oral pleasure. Angel remained silent as he entered the room, retrieving the souls he had earned and making his way towards a console table that held three reception boxes. Two of the boxes were already filled with earnings from Dia and Summer. Carefully, Angel deposited the souls he held into the box designated with his name. Having completed his task, he turned towards the elevator, intending to press the door and make his departure for the day.

Suddenly, Valentino's grip tightened around Angel's wrist, preventing his escape. Whirling him around, the moth demon forcefully grabbed hold of Angel's chin and forcibly kissed him, disregarding any consent or personal boundaries.

"Where do you think you're going?" Valentino demanded, his voice laced with a mixture of possessiveness and arrogance.

"Back..." Angel answered, feeling the weight of tension that filled the room. "Back to the hotel... I'm done for today, and..."

"I didn't say you were free to go," Valentino glowered, his possessiveness intensifying. "I still have need of you." With a rough grip, he forcefully pulled Angel behind him, leading him towards the bedroom against his will.

"But... if I..." Angel protested, his voice filled with desperation as he tried to free himself from Valentino's grip. "If I don't return to the hotel, they'll..." Before he could finish his sentence, Valentino reacted with aggression, slamming Angel forcefully against a wall, effectively silencing him.

"Remember who is allowing you to even remain at that hotel!" Val snarled, his anger seeping through his words. "They'll be fine without you for one night." His tone was dismissive, as if belittling Angel's concerns and attempting to assert control over him.

"If this is because you and Vox aren't working out right now," Angel protested, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. However, his words were abruptly silenced as Valentino's hand connected with his face in a harsh and painful smack, leaving him stunned and speechless for a moment. The act served as a stark reminder of Valentino's power and dominance over him.

"Don't ever speak that bastard's name again!" Val snarled, his voice seething with anger and possessiveness. With a forceful shove, he tossed the porn star into the bedroom, causing Angel to sprawl against the plush pink carpeting, his body left vulnerable and disoriented from the impact.

~Please... no... not this...~ Angel's thoughts raced with fear and dread as he anxiously turned to glance behind him. Valentino stood there, his glare piercing and his eyes and smile radiating a sinister red glow in the dimly lit room. As he shut the door, sealing them inside, he slowly undid his coat, revealing his bare chest adorned only with a pair of black silk sleep pants. Angel's heart raced, his body instinctively scrabbling away in a desperate and futile attempt to prevent the inevitable, knowing deep down what was about to happen.

"Come to Daddy, Angel Cakes," Valentino crooned, his voice laced with a twisted sense of desire and control. The underlying tone suggested that it would be in Angel's best interest to comply. However, fear gripped Angel, causing him to shrink back, huddling in the corner with a palpable sense of dread.

"Please, Val," Angel pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. "I've been good... I've been doing what you wanted... just... just let me go home." His words held a mixture of fear, pleading, and an earnest plea for release, hoping against hope that Valentino would show some mercy and allow him to return to the safety of his home at the hotel.

"You're home!" Valentino growled, gripping the Spider tightly by the ankle and yanking him forward. "Haven't I been a better father figure to you than your old man? I've loved you, cared for you, and treated you as if you were my own. I've always emphasized how special you are. The day I rescued you from that casino was the turning point in your afterlife because I transformed you into something remarkable. Yet, you choose to waste your time with a group of acquaintances who barely acknowledge your worth. These people will simply abandon you when this hotel inevitably fails. Even that Aussie cyclops girl you're buddies with...she'll drop kick you the moment she doesn't need you anymore. You know as well as I do that end is inevitable. Just accept the fact you belong to me. When 'Daddy' tells you to fuck somebody, you present your ass and allow them to fuck your brains out. When 'Daddy' tells you to suck a dick, you say 'how many?' When Daddy tells you to come to him, you get on your hands and knees and crawl to me like a good little pet. I don't like to punish you, but I will if you force me to. So are you going to be good or do I need to get rough?"

Angel reluctantly rolled to his hands and knees once Valentino let go of his ankle. He started to act as though he was going to obey his captor. But then a surge of realization hit him. Val's actions were becoming increasingly suspicious, and he couldn't ignore the fact that Charlie and the others were aware of the torment Valentino had been subjecting him to. It wasn't a matter of expecting a daring rescue mission, but once he finally managed to escape and return to the hotel — if he even had the chance — it would be evident to everyone that Valentino had crossed a line, one that could never be undone.

If Angel succumbed to obedience now, Val would seize every opportunity to keep him away from the safety of the hotel. It might start with a night, but then it could stretch into days or even weeks. It would just be a vicious cycle repeating itself, the same torment and manipulation over and over again. Angel was weary of living in constant fear of this sadistic monster. He was tired of enduring the pain and humiliation, reminiscent of the beatings he had suffered at the hands of his own father—blows from fists and lashes from the belt that his father had used to discipline his sons.

The memory resurfaced, vivid and painful. The day Molly, his sister, had defied their father's strict rule about entering his study, rushing to Angel's defense and shielding him with her loving embrace. Meanwhile, his older brother stood at the door as instructed, his eyes betraying a mixture of shock and horror. In that moment, everything his brother had been forcing himself to deny became undeniable. The same look of shock and horror he had seen in his brother's eyes back then was now reflected in his own as he faced the grim reality of his situation.

No longer willing to be a victim, Angel mustered the strength to rise to his feet, a newfound determination replacing his initial act of obedience. He knew he had to find a way out, to escape from Valentino's clutches and expose his sadistic behavior to the world. Angel was ready to confront the darkness that haunted him, no matter the cost, because he couldn't deny what he was seeing and feeling any longer.

If I did anything that was honest since meeting you Charlie...it was that, because that was a choice I made on my own.

"No, Val," Angel whispered to himself, his mind filled with newfound determination as he rose to his feet. His gaze locked with Valentino's, radiating a glimmer of defiance. "This time, I'll be the one calling the shots. You'll have to face the consequences of your actions."

With those words, Angel felt a flicker of empowerment within him. The time for submission had passed, and he refused to be a pawn in Valentino's sadistic game any longer. He knew that taking control of his own destiny wouldn't come without risks, but he was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Valentino's expression twisted, a mix of surprise and anger, as he realized that Angel was no longer the frightened captive he had manipulated for so long.

"So you want it rough," Val said, his voice filled with a deep growl as he flexed his knuckles. "I can accommodate that... And I'll ensure your screams can be heard as far as the Lust Ring."