Chapter 23: Who Doesn't Love A Good Sabotage?
Whenever Alastor spent a whole day of bloodlust and carnage broadcasted on his station, he'd spend breakfast at Mimzy's club with Rosie and Mimzy herself.
Mimzy's club, a speakeasy dinner theatre club based in Pentagram City's French Quarter, tended to be closed in the morning. Any customer who was still there after the 6:06am closing time, either drunk, knocked out, or killed, were fresh pickings for the cannibal connections. Alastor was partially familiar with Mimzy in life and far more familiar in death. The agreement between the two and Rosie was a mutual flesh exchange.
Alastor and Rosie found potential talents for Mimzy's clubs. Mimzy found disposable, classless demons for them. Even as we're reading this, Mimzy had just provided them packaged pounds of flesh belonging to seven sinners who tried to get too 'friendly' with her flapper dancers.
As they ate a simple, yet warm breakfast of porridge, French toast, literal finger foods, and coffee, Rosie and Mimzy realized how sour Alastor's mood really was. When he was sour to the point that he kept moving his fork around his food, not even touching it once, it meant he really felt like an alligator out of swamp water.
So, he told them everything.
"Valentino's prized whore nearly decapitating you for suggesting purchasing his contract… To be fair, the succubi did have a point," Rosie admitted. "You don't get involved much in slave transactions."
"I feel terrible for the spider." Mimzy added six sugar cubes in her coffee. "So many decades in the servitude of that monster will damage any hope of ending a contract."
"I understood that…" Alastor sighed.
Mimzy drank her coffee. "Why are you even trying to purchase his contract? He's not even plumb enough compared to the sinners you usually feast on."
"Alastor finds the spider's freedom to be beneficial for his protégée," Rosie responded.
"Oh, the little demoness you told me about?" Mimzy giggled. "Goodness, the lowlife folks are buzzing around gossip like pollen at springtime! Entertain us, Alastor, she's not really your daughter, is she?"
Alastor nearly choked down the finger he was eating. Rosie used her magic to drag the finger out of his throat. Alastor coughed some more and drank down his coffee, refilling his cup.
"I… take that as a no…" Mimzy said awkwardly. "The rumors also claim the Ars Goetia fancy her… And what happened in Rosie's Emporium. Alastor, was that little darling of yours responsible for the destruction of Club 666?"
Alastor and Rosie looked at their flapper friend in confusion. Mimzy pulled out a magazine from her skirt and placed it on the table. From the looks of it, the magazine was several days old, but one thing was sure.
The cover showed a swarm of Lapis Locustia swarming the Club 666. When Mimzy flipped the pages, the two Overlords saw pictures of the destroyed club, the butterflies attacking demons, and a picture of the Three Vs. "This is from a very minor publishing house. A customer forgot it last night."
"Indigo Caligo did control the Lapis Locustia…" Rosie picked up the magazine.
"And after that incident, that moth put all his slaves under furlough until further notice…" Alastor gasped. "The public has no idea that the destruction of an Overlord's property was caused by an innocent adolescent with swarm capacities. Thank goodness."
"And the press theorized Valentino's 'pest infestation'," Mimzy's quotation caused her colleagues to chuckle, "was caused by karma, unsatisfied customers, rioting employees, a mafia sneak attack, and need I go on."
"And I'm guessing you have a suggestion?" Alastor leaned in.
"Naturally." Mimzy rested her elbows against the table. "The press can't pin down the needle in the haystack. The Three Vs can't think of any potential rival. Knowing you two, you probably want a new demon to take Valentino's place in the ranks. A new associate. A more influenced, younger demon." Alastor and Rosie leaned in. "We do it like we did in the 30s, my friends. Financial damage! We ruin his business!"
"Bankruptcy?" Rosie gleefully smiled.
"Dead clients!"
"Fresh meat?" Alastor held back a hungry drool.
"Possessions for the picking!"
"RUINING THE THREE Vs?" Alastor and Rosie jumped off their seats in glee.
"We'd ruin them!" Mimzy laughed. She ran, jumped on the stage, and landed right on top of a grand piano. Mimzy lied on it as one of her club's jazz bands decided to play an ominous orchestra.
Mimzy: Who doesn't love a good sabotage?
Rosie walked up and twirled on the stage. Alastor sat back down on his chair.
Rosie: I know I do.
Mimzy: It's the poisonous pin to my corsage.
Alastor: Of course you do.
Mimzy rolled, her stomach pressed against the piano's surface.
Mimzy: Forget the cash
I smile when my foes' statuses go crash!
Down to the trash!
Who doesn't love a good sabotage?
Rosie: Indeed, indeed, indeed…
Alastor drank his coffee. Mimzy jumped off the piano and twirled, snatching some Venetian glasses resting by a table. She kept one to herself and gave the other to Rosie.
Mimzy: Delicate things break with sabotage.
Alastor: Things always break.
Mimzy: It's my Cabernet to my cold potage.
Rosie: Milk to cornflake.
The two demonesses smashed their glasses together. The sight of the green shards falling on the stage startled Alastor. Mimzy danced and twirled while Rosie enchanted the shards to fly around her, disintegrating into glitter.
Mimzy: Sabotage is good.
I like to beat others since my childhood.
Because I just could!
Who doesn't love a good sabotage?
Rosie: I do, I do, I do!
Rosie snatched Mimzy's hand and the two started to waltz together. Alastor kept watching.
Mimzy: We'll throw a big ball once the moth meets his fall.
If we pull it with finesse, we get success.
Rosie: The girl will play her part
She'll get the title for herself if we play it smart.
Mimzy: Lock them in a pillory! They will be sorry!
We'll laugh with their heads on a staff!
We're just so evil!
Rosie: Sabotage is so fantastic!
What else could be so fantastic?
At that last word, Alastor suddenly began to hallucinate. Rosie and Mimzy were still dancing, but… For some reason…
He was in their place… dancing with…
Angel Dust…
Rosie and Mimzy weren't even paying attention to him.
Alastor: How does he manage to confuse me?
I lost my muse.
I don't know what I see. Is it some excuse?
There's no amuse.
Mimzy: True sabotage, it's the whip that I use for horse dressage.
The vile corsage!
Who doesn't love a good sabotage?
Sabotage is loved by Mammon. It's the sauce for his salmon.
Rosie: Such bless!
Mimzy: My foes become lowly sinners.
Alastor: I guess?
Mimzy: Their dignity is my dinner.
Rosie and Mimzy: Everyone loves… good sabotage!
Rosie and Mimzy dipped just as the orchestra stopped playing with an epic final note.
"Fabulous idea!" Rosie clapped her hands. "Indigo Caligo can help us ruin the Three Vs! Alastor, what do you…" Rosie turned to the table but discovered that Alastor was gone. When she and Mimzy reached the table, they found a note on his seat.
I apologize for leaving with such haste and not expressing my gratitude for breakfast, but I just remembered I had some grocery shopping to take care of.
Kind regards,
Alastor
Much later
SaturnCo was probably the biggest discount supermarket in all of Hell, Beezelbulb's version of Costco.
When Angel Dust was pissed off from something at the hotel, he'd usually engage in sex and bloody turf wars, but to avoid trouble, he opted for a Monday morning shopping trip with Cherri Bomb. And conveniently, she had robbed somebody's entire retirement plan, which meant plenty of cash for explosive materials, general supplies, food, and whatever Angel Dust wanted to get. Being with his best friend was also the best place to vent.
"Holy shit, the Radio Demon wanted to know about your contract?" Cherri tossed some dynamite sticks in their cart. "No wonder ya seem pissed as shit!"
"Yeah…" Angel Dust pushed the cart. "I can't believe the bastard triggered me. I hate it when people give me false faith… Freedom from Valentino's contract is impossible."
"I can always blow up his clubs for you." Cherri offered. "We haven't hung out in a while."
"Please don't." The spider shook his head. "I get you mean well, but Valentino is like a shark to Pentious' tuna. Ya can't handle that shark." He sighed. "And Indigo got sick. I hope she's feeling well."
"I hope to meet that kid of yours. She sounds really sweet." Cherri smiled. They finally left the explosives department and checked out the bookshelves. An imp was putting up manga books from carton boxes, the words HUMAN GOODS stamped on red. Angel Dust peaked at the contents of the boxes.
They were all multiple copies of the same human manga series. All translated English, thankfully.
"Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-kun," Angel Dust read the title out loud.
"Oy." Cherri groaned. "It's another one of those demon-themed delusions humans come up with. I never get why demons like to read how humans see us. Remember when everyone went crazy for DRAG ME TO HELL?"
"I take that movie over all those I shot since 1979," Angel Dust rolled his eyes. He quickly flipped through the pages. "Huh. Human kid trapped in demon world… I think Indigo might like this. I'll get the first book. Just in case she doesn't like it."
"Unlikely she won't," the imp SaturnCo employee snarked. "It's really been selling. Our human goods department managed to snatch all the English-translated physical copies of the series from the human realm."
"Eesh. I wonder how the human fans would react if they knew that one manga series was hard to purchase because demon fans stole them," Angel Dust frowned.
Brief flash forward to June 2022 in the real-life USA
Emersonian looked at her computer monitor in exasperation as she wrote the 1670 something words of Chapter 23 of WINGS OF HELL. It was like 10:11pm on June 30th.
"Why is it SO hard for me to find English volumes or DVDs of WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL?" She groaned. "I'm SO miserable!"
"Quit it, lady!"
Emersonian jumped when she saw Scrunchy standing by her bed. Thank goodness her Cavapoo was sleeping in his playpen in her closet.
"Last I checked, this is WINGS OF HELL, not THE SAD FANFIC AUTHOR! People don't favorite your work to listen to how sad your life is!"
"Wait a minute!" Emersonian jumped off her chair. "You're an OC! Why are you out of the fanfic? Get back in there!"
"I'm off the clock!"
"Yeah, well, if you don't get back in there, I will OFF you OUT of the story. Now get back to the fanfic!"
At Emersonian's demand, Scrunchy went back into the story. Thinking she's had enough, Emersonian stopped writing for the night and went to bed at 10:30pm.
We return to December 2021 in the fanfic universe of HAZBIN HOTEL
Angel Dust went through some serious shopping modes. Either it was medication, supplies for Fat Nuggets, and Cherri lost track of how much he was getting for the kid. Besides the manga, he also went for a coat, a paper pad with watercolor paints, and an assortment of hair accessories.
"Angie… How long exactly have you gone in Dad-mode?" Cherri questioned.
"Dad-mode?" Angel Dust questioned. "I'm not being a dad! I'm just looking out for the kid! Ya know my family, we don't breed the best dads!"
Cherri smiled and chuckled. She pushed the cart and they moved towards the food section of SaturnCo. "Kinda reminds me of the first years we met after I fell. Despite the shit happening everywhere, we always found ways of having each other's backs without even asking. Ya helped me navigate Hell and gain my turfs and I helped ya deal with Val."
"Those were some years…"
"But…" Cherri stopped the cart to look at her best friend. "With everything you're giving… Is the kid gonna be ready when Val calls you back to work?"
The spider demon tilted his head. "What do ya mean, sugar tits?"
"I don't get why you don't see it, but you're obviously a papa wolf to that kid. Unless she knows how to take care of herself, you're probably her best source of protection… If I of all demons could notice that… Maybe the Radio Demon thought the same thing when he asked you about your contract."
Angel Dust scoffed. "Ya think Alastor wants to buy my contract from Valentino so I can play the stay-at-home parent?"
"Well, why don't ya ask him?" Cherri pointed at Angel Dust's left. Angel Dust had a near panic attack. Five aisles away from them, past the shelves of canned beans and alcohol bottles and on the left side of television-filled stands, Alastor the Radio Demon was conversing with the butcher of the meat department. His basket was full of things, but that's one of the benefits of being raised in the mafia. When you're trained to hit your target, you also learn to zoom in on the target's surroundings.
Alastor's basket was filled with spices, coffee bean bags, cooking knives, and cursed jars from the hexes department. Nothing that would be surprising from him. However, the sight of a plushie of one of the OWL HOUSE characters caused Angel Dust to rethink Cherri's theory.
Either Indigo had turned Alastor into a nerd of the show she really liked… or Alastor DID care enough about Indigo to risk buying something she'd really like. Especially considering how her favorite childhood toy was now her sycophant bodyguard and jester.
Angel Dust stepped back by 5 feet. "Why don't we go?"
Cherri pushed him forward. He was now 6 feet away. "Yeah, no." The cyclops shook her head. "You go talk to him. I just realized I got the wrong brand of liquid nitroglycerin! See ya in five if ya still alive!"
Angel Dust snorted at Cherri's pathetic excuse. She always used the same 1666 London Liquid Nitroglycerin ever since she started turf claiming. The brand in which they used ashes and burned corpses from the Great Fire of London to make the most destructive bombs in Hell. Lucifer had once exterminated a whole gang of sinners for destroying a whole town with bombs of that stuff. It's one thing when you bomb up a small neighborhood for turf after extermination, but not a whole city bordering the Wrath Sector on the 4th of July!
It was too late to contradict Cherri once she returned to the explosive department. She'd mock him about it for weeks if he didn't do it.
He looked back at the meat department. The butcher was wrapping up a bag of venison for Alastor.
Yeah, no prob! Angel Dust thought. I'll just claim I'm passing by to get shit, quickly say hi, and get the Hell back to Cherri.
He tried to step forward in confidence. Instead, he felt like he was walking with concrete logs rather than long legs.
5 aisles away. Alastor must have said something that made the butcher laugh while the latter printed out a receipt for him.
But what if actually asks me about Friday night? And my contract? I can't possibly… Can I even say I'm sorry?
His heart was racing so fast, it could have flatlined. All the furry strands of his chest fluff agitated. 4 aisles away. Alastor was pulling out his cash and Angel Dust could see the individual strands of Alastor's bloody hair. Alastor wore red much better than Valentino…
And what if we make amends? Then what? I can't possibly ditch Cherri and start shopping with Alastor! He likes his space!
3 aisles. The steps were heavier than a Gorgon's victim. Alastor was done with the butcher and casually left. He didn't seem in a rush.
What if Alastor starts asking if we hang out? I can't do that! As much as I'd really like to, we can't hang out! People will think that I'm sucking his dick and escorting him at the supermarket! What if they think he'll eat me? It's super kinky, but still!
2 aisles. Alastor walked past the shelves of television.
Worse… what will Val think? He'll think I'm hoarding cash from clients during the Grey Period! Or he'll think Alastor and I are having an affair! We can't do that! Val will kill Alastor! Besides, what about…
Angel Dust finally noticed demons running from the aisle and the television screens suddenly flashing out electric static. Recognizing those forces, he hid behind a stand of universal remotes, extension cords, and hand tasers. Well placed by a shelf aisle, the stand created a corner for Angel Dust to hide in. All other demons had fled. He sensed someone behind him, but a quick glance helped him see Cherri. She hid next to him, cautiously out of sight as a demon phased out of the screens and appeared physically before Alastor. Alastor snapped his fingers, his shopping basket replaced by his staff.
"I always thought SaturnCo should have removed the electronics section away from the meat," Alastor hissed through his teeth as Vox appeared before him. "Shouldn't you and your associates be recruiting whores, you electronic cretin?"
"A hello to you as well, Ally!" Vox greeted, mocking a bow. Angel Dust silently gagged and stuck his tongue in disgust. Vox SO didn't have Alastor's gallant charisma. "I'm taking a quick little break, but don't worry! You'll see us again soon! With the collection we managed to acquire, Val will be able to get things back in business a week after the extermination!"
Both Angel Dust and Cherri tensed. Valentino had managed to acquire new slaves? That fast?
"In only a couple of weeks? How impressive! Did he have auditions or did he smash your head as a bonus for conviction?" Angel Dust really wanted to laugh at Alastor's joke. "And from what I've heard, you've recently had a little accident with Asmodeus' properties in the Lust Sector! How entertaining it was, watching you get arrested by Lucifer's mutts!"
"We were only in there for a while. Leviathan gave a generous bail."
Angel Dust and Cherri froze. So did Alastor. And the spider demon could see it as Vox stepped forward.
"I'm surprised you agreed to it," Alastor mused. "Then again, you of all Overlords should know that prudence is required when negotiating with Leviathan's brood."
"Worried about me, Ally?"
"I only worry about how much longer I must wait for the Exterminators to rid me of you. Why did the Embodiment of Envy bail you out?"
"You and Rosie specialize in Wrath and Gluttony. Valentino covers Lust. You know that Velvet and I specialize in Envy. We don't have nice interactions, but the Von Ouroboros clan knows when to give the right donations at the right time. Leviathan convinced Asmodeus with an exchange of djinns for incubi that Asmodeus was wasting his time with us… Useless Pawns of Lucifer." A grimace appeared on Vox's screen. "We then got dragged to Envy-Carlo and had to meet that male version of Princess Charlie. You know, August Aglais? His folks were there. REALLY scary people. You probably don't know, but the weak prince created a device that allows him to determine sinful percentages in demons and objects. He provided us with a list of the most lustful sinners in the Pride Ring who'd just DIE to become pornstars and their addresses. Leviathan even let them sell to Valentino the incubi he got from Asmodeus. Valentino's angry with all the money he lost."
Angel Dust clenched his fists. He felt Cherri desiring to spit. It was Hell, but still… It could still feel so… disgusting whenever Overlords treated demons of lower ranks as beneath them. Living creatures that had no more worth than an inanimate object in a flea market. Items they could easily sell, enslave, exploit, destroy, and dispose of when no longer needed.
This sort of thing had happened to Angel Dust. Being treated as nothing more than merchandise. But hearing Overlords casually talking about it? Blood trickled from his mouth as he bit his lower lip too hard.
And he noticed Alastor sniffing.
His ears tilted at the direction of the hiding spot. Alastor stiffened for a few seconds.
Angel Dust was shocked.
Alastor had needed a singular drop of blood to realize he was being spied on. And if what Husk had claimed was true, Alastor's nose could help him identify the sinner based on the blood. And if the sinner was close enough, his ears could pick up on the breathing.
"As boring as it was, I sincerely wish the best misfortune for your paramour's empire. Hopefully you all perish at the extermination. Poor day!" Alastor bid adieu in the most impressive combination of politeness and insults. He turned to walk away.
Angel Dust and Cherri saw him walking towards them.
They didn't expect Vox to grab Alastor's right wrist.
"You know, it's been what, seventy years since we've been doing our shitty rivalry. It's clearly getting nowhere." An odious smile appeared on Vox's screen.
"Are you suggesting that you'll disappear permanently? That would be a fantastic way to cheer me up after you broke my 5-foot rule." Alastor was struggling, but he tried to hide it.
Vox yanked him, dragging Alastor towards the wall and pinning him against the shelves. Televisions broke and cords unplugged from the wall. The TV demon pushed Alastor's right hand into a screen. Shards could be seen cutting through his glove.
"Your sense of entertainment is dying out. The princess won't rehabilitate anyone. Besides Val's prized whore, who else will she rehabilitate? But thanks to that anonymous bastard that thinks they can play God with their BEE MOVIE ripoff, there's a chance that Val will be out of the way."
Something in Vox's words triggered Alastor to attempt a punch. All it got him was Vox restraining him further against the broken screens by having the electric cords wrap around his arms. His right hand now trailed up from Alastor's hand to his shoulder.
Angered, Angel Dust reached for his hammerspace.
"Video doesn't have to kill the radio star. I'm just hoping you'd understand, Ally…"
Cherri gave Angel Dust an explosive bullet she had found at SaturnCo.
"… in the end, pushing me away will just lure me back." His hand gripped Alastor's neck.
Gun locked and loaded; Angel Dust took aim.
"My reign as Overlord won't be complete… until I'm done with you… And all you can do is stand… by my side…"
Vox didn't see the bullet hitting him right in the screen's back.
And whatever was in the bullet bombed up his head and all the nearby electronic devices. He lost his hold on Alastor.
Alastor rapidly snapped his fingers. Shadows overtook him and the two spies. When the shadows cleared, Angel Dust and Cherri found themselves materialized in Alastor's car.
All of their groceries were in there as well.
The murderous shoplifters left SaturnCo in a rush. Who knew how long it would take Vox to materialize back?
Later
They said nothing. Even Cherri didn't dare crack a witty comment with the Radio Demon driving.
They dropped her off at her apartment building. Angel Dust helped her carry her groceries up the flight of stairs. After a quick exchange of reassurances, the besties split off and the sinner went off with the Overlord back to the hotel.
Angel Dust and Alastor didn't say anything. The latter's grip on the steering wheel tightened and the dashboard's radio emitted crazy static. Despite his smile, it was clear that he was holding back what he just went through. The more he held on to the steering wheel, the more his gloved hand bled.
Angel Dust didn't dare to look at him directly. The Overlord would have been ticked for being given a look of pity.
Still… What Angel Dust had seen…
Vox's intentions had obvious to the spider for such a long time, but Angel Dust thought that Alastor hadn't noticed. He knew that Alastor was an ace, just like Indigo… But…
The butterfly probably couldn't hold off on her own against the Three Vs. She'd already dodged a bullet with Valentino.
But Alastor? He was an unbreakable wall. An invincible giant. Angel Dust forgot that Achilles had a heel… Angel Dust never fathomed Alastor to be vulnerable. He was strong, untouchable, handsome, and oddly caring.
And nearly an hour ago, Vox had assaulted him.
They finally parked inside the hotel's garage. Alastor's vehicle was the sole one. Otherwise, the garage was filled with nothing but wheels, gas tanks, tools, and unrelated supplies packed in boxes. Alastor was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Angel Dust searched for something in his fluff.
"Tell anyone of what you saw today, I'll turn you into a meat pie," Alastor pointed at Angel Dust. The spider paid no mind and took the deer's bleeding hand. He pulled off the glove.
Alastor bared his teeth. He could easily attack him for touching him after what happened… but then he noticed the first aid kit resting on Angel Dust's laps.
Angel Dust was stunned. Alastor's greyish hand was coated in scars: knife slashes on the wrists, cooking and paper cuts on the fingers, and a large canine bite mark on his palm. That demon had really gone through a lot.
The spider said nothing about it. He used a cotton ball to tap some disinfectant alcohol on the new cuts Alastor had. Alastor looked at him, confused by his act.
"Not the first time I had to tend to my own cuts," Angel Dust said quietly. He placed three bandages over the cuts and covered them by putting Alastor's glove back on. "Permanent scars never make you forget."
As soon as he put the first aid kit back in his fluff, Angel Dust unclasped his choker. He never took it off, but now he exposed Alastor to the reason why he did. The Radio Demon's eyes slightly twitched. The choker had been hiding a long necklace of scars. Blade-induced scars. The right line for decapitation.
"First time turning down a client of Valentino. A higher-up demon…" Angel Dust shrugged. "I paid no shit about his intentions. I was paid for a VIP event, and bringing the services he paid to Val was all that mattered… By the time the party was done, I found his fetish… dicing up whores to make living ragdolls to fuck with. Wanted to cut off my head, so he tried it with tiny guillotine blades. Valentino killed the bastard, but he didn't bother healing me. I have to wear a choker, otherwise no one would want Hell's biggest pornstar as damaged products."
He put his choker back on and stepped out of the car. Alastor was staring speechlessly at him. Seeing all the groceries in the trunk, Angel Dust shook his head, muttered something in Italian, and pulled out paper bags from his fluff. "For a strawberry pimp with teleportation powers, you really need to bag your groceries." Without even asking, he neatly organized the groceries in the bags, being careful to separate Alastor's items from his.
He noticed and held up the plushie.
Alastor stiffened.
"Indigo's really gonna like this." Angel Dust smiled. "You did good."
"Oh… Well, thank you!" Alastor nodded. He watched the spider finish assorting the groceries. Angel Dust couldn't see, but Alastor wanted to ask so badly…
"By the way…" Angel Dust hesitated. "Thanks for not telling Vox…"
"What makes you think I won't inform Vox that you shot at him?" Alastor tilted his head.
"What? No! No, I've shot him before." His response shocked Alastor. "No, I meant… thanks for not telling Vox about Indigo."
Alastor's expression softened.
"I mean, that's why you attacked before I shot him, right?" Angel Dust sighed. "I know what her butterflies can do, but she's still a kid… She already dodged a bullet when Val almost found her when she first got here. And the last time I saw the Three Vs… Velvet's the most stubborn. She's fucking convinced that if the hotel can really rehabilitate demons, it'll damage business. She almost had Val ask if I'd let them know if a new patron arrives at the hotel… I…"
Alastor put his hand over Angel Dust's shoulder. Unlike all touches he'd experienced in his afterlife, Angel Dust felt… protected by Alastor's touch.
"I know you'd never harm her." His voice was so welcoming and warm without the radio static. "And you know I wouldn't harm her… or you…"
Angel Dust wanted to cry so badly.
Barely anyone gave him that kind of trusting shade…
In an act of impulse, he spun around.
Angel Dust intentionally placed a soft kiss on Alastor's cheek.
The Radio Demon just stiffened.
"I'm sorry!" Humiliated, Angel Dust grabbed his bags and ran inside. He was quite certain Alastor teleported himself to the hotel's radio tower and was going to decide on his next cannibalistic meal.
He was right about the teleportation. He was just wrong about everything else.
Alastor transported himself and his groceries to the bedroom he had above his studio. He ran towards the bathroom, tossing his coat on the ground in the process.
He forced himself to look into the vanity mirror. His greyish skin was splashed with a color he never had before. Soft, sunset red. His ears were twitching. He felt his tail wag.
He didn't smile, but then he couldn't control the blushing smile that forced itself on him.
"Oh my…" He giggled.
Angel Dust, on his hand, gripped his hair and curled on his bedroom floor in frustration.
"Damn it! The Hell did I do that?" He yelled to himself.
"What the fuck just happened?" Both demons freaked out.