"Charlie, I think we have a serious problem," Vaggie said, her voice tinged with urgency, as she hurried to Charlie's side the moment the blond girl returned to the foyer. "Angel's employer... is an Overlord."
The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air as Vaggie's words sank in. The mere mention of an Overlord sent shivers down her spine, knowing the power and influence they wielded in the underworld. Vaggie knew firsthand the havoc they could wreak and the dangerous company they kept.
"We've been dealing with demons and sinners here, but an Overlord? That's a whole different league, Charlie," Vaggie whispered, her voice laced with concern.
"An Overlord…" Charlie replied, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion. She furrowed her brows, trying to process the gravity of Vaggie's revelation. The name carried a weight she couldn't ignore, but her optimism and desire for redemption refused to let fear consume her.
"The one known as Valentino," Vaggie responded, her voice filled with a mix of concern and distress. She tightened her grip on Charlie's hand, her knuckles turning white as she spoke. "The leader of the Three-Vee's Triumvirate. Oh, Hun, this is bad! This is really bad!"
Vaggie's mind raced, connecting the dots and realizing the full magnitude of the situation. The Vee's were infamous, cunning, and ruthless Overlords whose influence extended far and wide within the Pride Ring. Vox's arrival that day was proof their involvement meant trouble on a whole new level, posing threats that they had yet to encounter.
"He's not just any Overlord, Charlie," Vaggie continued, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. "Valentino is cunning, manipulative, and dangerous. He's responsible for so much suffering and corruption in Hell. If Angel is working for him, it means he's entangled in a web of deceit and malevolence."
Vaggie's grip on Charlie's hand tightened further, seeking strength and reassurance amidst the rising storm. The weight of the situation pressed down on her, the knowledge of what they were up against sending a chill down her spine.
"We can't underestimate the power and reach of the Vee's," Vaggie emphasized, her voice filled with urgency. "Their network is vast, and crossing paths with them puts us all at risk."
"I've heard of Valentino and the Three-Vee's," Charlie said, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and concern. She took a moment to process Vaggie's words, her mind trying to reconcile the reputation of the Three-Vee's with the concept of an Overlord.
"But, all they do is run the media and entertainment companies, right?" Charlie asked, her tone reflecting her uncertainty. She had known Valentino as a powerful figure in the industry, but the notion of him being an Overlord seemed to blur the lines between their understanding of the underworld of Hell and the sinners who inhabited it.
Charlie's curiosity was piqued as she pondered the implications of this newfound information. She had always believed in the power of art and media to inspire change, but the notion of it being influenced by an Overlord raised a myriad of questions.
"Yes...but it's worse than that," Vaggie stated with a hint of concern in her voice. She leaned forward, her eyes focused and determined. "Valentino is not just any ordinary threat; he's a force to be reckoned with. Crossing paths with him could spell disaster for this hotel and the lives of everyone within its walls."
"But…" Charlie said, her voice filled with a mix of determination and compassion. She raised her hand slightly, as if to pause the discussion for a moment. "I understand the seriousness of the situation, Vaggie, and I appreciate your concern. But we have to consider all angles here."
Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of Alastor, Husk, and Vaggie with a sense of sincerity. "This building, the Happy Hotel, was acquired by me and it remains under the ownership of my family. If it were to be destroyed, my dad would undoubtedly want to find those responsible. We can't allow that to happen. We can't let our actions result in the ruin of this place that we've worked so hard to build."
Charlie took a breath, her voice filled with empathy. "And let's not forget about Angel. We don't have the full story yet. There might be more to his involvement with Valentino than we know. Before we make any rash decisions, we should take the time to understand what's going on. Maybe there's a chance to help Angel, to steer him away from the darkness he's been entangled with."
"Apologies for the interruption." Alastor interjected with a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yet, I strongly believe it would serve us well to contemplate severing ties with the Spider before matters escalate beyond our control. We must confront the unvarnished truth: Spider Demons, based on my extensive acquaintance, have invariably displayed a penchant for deceit, an unsavory disposition, and a penchant for villainy. It's exceedingly likely that he has been manipulating you from the very outset, my dear."
The Radio Demons eyes glinted with a mischievous glimmer. "Permit me to shed light on the essence of Spider Demons. They flourish through cunning manipulation, artfully spinning webs of intricate deception. They delight in disorder and take pleasure in the suffering of others. Trust my words when I proclaim that harboring an individual of his ilk within the walls of this establishment will unquestionably lead to trouble and the looming specter of potential disaster."
"I'd exercise caution around your present "guest" if I were in your shoes... he's been known to possess a certain... shall we say, treacherous nature."
"He has been jerked around by a lot of people so he's not going to open up and trust you immediately. Still, if there is one thing to be said about him, he is a listener and does pick up on things."
"That's not fair," Charlie Morningstar insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with a touch of vulnerability. As she recalled Vox's cautionary words echoing in her mind and the wise counsel Cherri had offered, she felt a surge of determination.
"You may be correct," she continued, her gaze steady and resolute, "that Angel hasn't been completely honest with any of us. But I know deep in my heart that he wants help... he wants our help." Her voice trembled slightly with emotion, but she pressed on. "It goes against the very purpose of this hotel to simply abandon a soul in need because of the risks involved. And more importantly, it goes against everything I believe in."
Charlie paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and summoning the courage within. She knew she had to make her stance clear, to fight for what she felt was right.
Vaggie's voice cut through the room, her tone sharp and filled with a cautious skepticism. She couldn't ignore the weight of the situation, the gravity of their predicament.
"We are talking about the Three-V's... Overlords," Vaggie pointed out, her words laced with a sense of urgency. "Angel may not have been completely honest with us, and if he's associated with them, how can we be certain he isn't here because of them?"
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of acknowledgment or agreement. Vaggie knew that their purpose was to provide redemption, but she also knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Charlie's voice softened as she responded to Vaggie's concerns, her words carrying a mixture of empathy and conviction.
"I understand your worries, Vaggie," Charlie replied, her voice gentle yet resolute. "But I don't think Angel is associated with the Three-V's willingly, at least not anymore. Remember when we first met him? He was skeptical, hesitant, and not particularly interested in the hotel or the concept of redemption. It's not something most demons believe in, after all."
Charlie paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "Yet, despite his initial reservations, he still agreed to help. He was willing to hear us out, to listen to our ideas and give redemption a chance."
"Yeah, out of pride," Vaggie retorted, her tone sharp and carrying a hint of frustration as she responded to Charlie's perspective. Each word tinged with a touch of skepticism. "Remember when I voiced my doubts about him being a candidate? He reacted defensively, claiming that he could be whatever he wanted to be."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued, emphasizing her point. "That seems more like a response driven by a wounded ego rather than a genuine desire for change. We can't ignore the possibility that he might be using our hotel as a means to an end, exploiting our intentions for his own gain."
"Perhaps..." Alastor remarked, his tone contemplative and carrying a sense of detached analysis. His words held a certain wisdom, rooted in his understanding of the intricacies of performance and deception. "Perhaps not. I must confess that my familiarity with Angel is rather limited, and I hold no affinity or admiration for his style of entertainment. Nevertheless, we must recognize that he is primarily an actor. In this capacity, he likely assumes a persona, revealing himself to the world in the manner he desires." He paused for a moment, his piercing gaze shifting between Charlie and Vaggie. "We simply cannot dismiss the prospect that his motives might be veiled behind a meticulously constructed façade. Actors, as we know, are virtuosos of illusion, skillfully hiding their genuine nature beneath the roles they embody."
"That does make some sense," Charlie admitted, her tone thoughtful. "When I gave him that money as payment for listening to us. He didn't exactly drop the egotistic act completely," She paused, retracing the memory in her mind. "It was as if a crack appeared in the facade, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability. something that felt more sincere than the typical self-serving behavior we often see from him."
"Ha," Alastor barked, a macabre amusement in his tone. "You certainly caught him off guard, didn't you? Kindness can be an utterly unforeseen occurrence in these infernal depths, particularly by wretched souls such as ours." His words carried a dual meaning, acknowledging both the rarity of genuine kindness in their dark realm and the unconventional nature of their own mission within the hotel. "In this twisted realm, gestures of compassion and empathy possess the power to unravel even the most meticulously woven facades. Kindness, my friend, can be a formidable weapon, a tool to disarm and disconcert even the most cynical of souls."
His nostrils tingled as he experienced the all-too-familiar tickle of dust, triggering a slight burning sensation when he inhaled the line of white powder. Soon, the numbing detachment would wrap around him like an old friend as the drugs took effect. Angel swiftly hid the plastic bag containing angel dust in a drawer of his vanity. Conscious of leaving any traces behind, he diligently cleaned up the remnants and residue with a makeup remover pad, ensuring not a single crumb was left behind. Afterward, he discreetly disposed of the pad in the toilet of his suite.
Disconnecting his phone from its charger, he laid down on the bed, seeking solace in the fleeting moments of emotional numbness. Vox's unexpected arrival at the hotel had deeply unsettled him, and he was well aware that Charlie had noticed his distress. It was evident that the TV demon's presence here was not driven by personal interests alone. While Vox might have been attempting to entice Charlie into accepting the modern conveniences he could offer to the hotel, likely as a means to establish superiority over the Radio Demon, it didn't dismiss the high likelihood that Valentino had dispatched Vox on a mission. It was a clear message to Angel that he was being watched closely, and there was no corner of the Pride Ring where he could seek refuge without the Three-Vee's being aware of his movements.
When it came to the current inhabitants of the hotel, Alastor was a demon whom Angel couldn't fully comprehend. He had overheard Vox mention someone named Alastor, and the TV demon's descriptions painted a picture of a completely different individual compared to the Alastor he had encountered just a few days ago. Even the way Vaggie had spoken about him seemed to echo exaggerated rumors circulating in public. However, Angel couldn't deny that Alastor exuded a formidable aura, and witnessing the Radio Demon's abilities first hand gave him a better understanding of the Overlord's true power.
He remained cautious about placing his trust in Alastor, considering the latter's unpredictable nature. The Radio Demon was too much of a wildcard to be relied upon completely. Nevertheless, Angel couldn't ignore the fact that they both hailed from a similar era, and there was an underlying sense of shared experiences they were reluctant to acknowledge. Despite his personal dislike for Alastor, he didn't delude himself into thinking that the deranged Deer Demon would lift a finger to protect him from the Three-Vee's, unless there was some personal gain involved. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of ally the Radio Demon could become if he were aware of the dangers Angel faced beyond the confines of the hotel.
Amidst the uncertainty, there was one person Angel felt he could genuinely begin to trust: Charlie. Her sincere and kind-hearted nature seemed to effortlessly draw people in. There was a familiar warmth in her presence, reminiscent of his twin sister Molly, who possessed a similar gentleness. Though his sister also had a protective spirit, much like Cherri. Angel admired Charlie's ability to display both tenderness and strength, but it also made him cautious.
Moments ago, when Charlie had visited his room to check on him, Angel had braced himself for a barrage of inquiries, concerns, or even demands to know what was troubling him. To his surprise, she had chosen to simply sit beside him, providing a comforting presence and giving him the freedom to open up if he felt ready. Perhaps this approach stemmed from their recent conversation about Cherri expressing a desire to be a part of the hotel. With Vox's sudden appearance, it became apparent that Angel's personal troubles had now entangled the lives of Charlie and the entire hotel.
A frustrated groan escaped Angel's lips as he shifted his gaze towards the cityscape outside, his attention fixated on the studio. The plan had seemed so straightforward when he had devised it in the car on the day Charlie had approached him about her hotel. The offer of free accommodation and board seemed like a lifeline, allowing him to hold on to whatever meager earnings he managed to scrape together at the studio. The initial plan had been to gather enough money while keeping a low profile, ensuring Valentino remained oblivious to what he was up to. Once he had accumulated sufficient funds, he intended to discard the Hellphone provided by the studio. With Valentino in the dark about his location, all he had to do was lay low until the dust settled and the moth gave up on searching for him.
When it came to Charlie, Angel acknowledged that he would eventually have to disclose the truth about what had been happening. It was an inevitable conversation he couldn't avoid. Initially, he had hoped to delay that revelation until he had established a stronger foundation of trust with her. However, Vox's unexpected visit had shattered that plan. Now, with Charlie and the rest of the hotel aware that something was amiss in his life, he recognized that she deserved to hear the truth directly from him. It was a matter of honesty and respect—a level of transparency he believed she deserved from him alone. Not from anyone else, least of all anyone who could twist the truth of what was actually occurring.
As Angel contemplated the implications of revealing the truth to Charlie, he couldn't ignore the fact that her involvement would be inevitable. Being the Princess of Hell, she possessed considerable power, making her a potentially valuable ally. However, he couldn't help but acknowledge her inherent naivety, exemplified by her idealistic vision for the hotel. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt during his conversation with Cherri, where the pieces finally clicked together. Charlie's father, Luci Morningstar, was none other than Lucifer himself—a fallen angel. This newfound understanding added a layer of complexity to their situation and made Angel question the extent of Charlie's knowledge about the darker aspects of their shared world.
Having grown up in a Catholic household, Angel was familiar with the story of Lucifer's Fall from Heaven. According to the religious mythology ingrained in his upbringing, Lucifer's downfall stemmed from his excessive pride, leading him to question and challenge God's authority. He managed to sway a third of the heavenly host to join his rebellion against God and the other angels. The tale included a dramatic battle where Lucifer transformed into a dragon and clashed with the Archangel Michael. Ultimately, Lucifer and his followers were defeated, and he was cast down into Hell.
However, Angel couldn't personally validate the accuracy of this narrative. While Hell was certainly not a desirable place, it didn't align with the depiction of eternal suffering and damnation that he had been taught. It made him question the veracity of the religious teachings he had been raised with and forced him to reconsider the true nature of Hell.
As Angel delved deeper into his contemplation, doubts about the hotel and its mission began to surface. The more he questioned, the more inconsistencies he discovered. One of the puzzling aspects was whether Charlie herself was aware of her father's true origin. Was the story of Lucifer just like any other myth—repeated so many times that it had transformed into a fictional tale? Or did Charlie possess knowledge that went beyond the popular narrative? These uncertainties raised the possibility that the reality of their world might not align with the established beliefs and stories passed down through generations. It prompted Angel to consider the potential gaps in his understanding and opened up a realm of uncertainty where truth and fiction intertwined.
And if King Luci truly was the angel who was expelled from Heaven after being blinded by his own pride, it raises questions about his motivations regarding Charlie's pursuit of her dream to see demons becoming redeemed. One possibility is that he allowed her to pursue this dream because he expected her to eventually give up on it once she realized its impossibility. This would serve as a means for Luci to reaffirm his belief that redemption for demons is an unattainable goal.
On the other hand, there's a chance that Charlie was actually onto something significant, but for some reason, her father didn't want her to realize it. Luci may have had ulterior motives or hidden knowledge that he wanted to protect her from. It's possible that he foresaw potential dangers or consequences associated with her endeavors and wished to shield her from harm or disappointment.
Alternatively, Luci might have allowed Charlie to pursue her dream because he wanted her to experience the challenges and struggles inherent in such a goal. By witnessing her efforts and potential failures, he may have sought to teach her valuable life lessons or demonstrate the futility of her mission.
Ultimately, without further information, it is difficult to determine King Luci's precise motivations and intentions. His actions could be driven by a combination of these factors or influenced by additional circumstances surrounding his fall from Heaven and subsequent rule in Hell.
Angel knew that relying solely on Cherri wouldn't be enough to secure his freedom from Valentino. Recognizing that Charlie was a higher power than Valentino and genuinely willing to assist, he understood the importance of trusting her. To establish that trust, he realized he would have to disclose uncomfortable truths about the situation and unveil potential threats that could jeopardize the safety of the hotel.
In any case, he understood the necessity of expanding his support network beyond Cherri. Although she had been a loyal companion thus far, their combined efforts alone wouldn't be sufficient to counter Valentino's influence. Charlie's genuine desire to help made her a valuable ally, and he needed to place his trust in her.
Despite his attempts to brush off the jokes and insults about his sexuality, as well as the painful reminders of his past as a sex worker, the sting of those remarks couldn't be ignored. They cut deep, serving as constant reminders of the struggles he endured and the compromises he made to survive in this harsh world. It was a lonely existence where few truly understood the sacrifices he had made.
To shield himself from further judgment and scrutiny, he had distanced himself from his family, severing ties and even adopting a new identity, shedding his true name in most instances. This disconnection was a form of self-preservation, a way to create a divide between the person he used to be and the persona he had to adopt to navigate the treacherous path he found himself on.
While the decision to break away from his family had its own consequences. He carried the weight of his past alone, bearing the burden of secrets and a hidden history that few could comprehend.
Amidst the pain and isolation, he found solace in the few individuals who truly understood him, like Cherri and potentially Charlie. With them, he could slowly reveal the layers of his past, finding empathy and support in their understanding. Together, they formed a fragile network of trust and compassion, helping him endure the wounds inflicted by a world that failed to grasp the complexities of his existence.
Gazing down at the Voxphone he tightly held in his hand, he scrolled through the contact list meticulously. This device wasn't the one assigned to him by the studio; instead, it contained his personal contacts. To ensure that Valentino or Vox wouldn't stumble upon it and expose his connections, he registered the account under his true name, Anthony Ragno. It felt strange to use the name "Anthony" again after being known as Angel Dust for so many years, but he knew it was necessary to protect those who held significance in his life.
The decision to reclaim his real name was driven by a profound sense of responsibility and a desire to shield his loved ones from Valentino's potential harm. By compartmentalizing his identity, he aimed to keep his personal and professional lives separate, minimizing the risk of his true connections being discovered.
Although using "Anthony" as his name again felt unfamiliar, it served as a reminder of his roots and the person he once was before being swallowed by the darkness of his circumstances. It symbolized a hidden aspect of himself that he had long suppressed and now cautiously resurrected for the sake of those who mattered most.
With Charlie and Vaggie's names freshly added to his contacts, he found himself momentarily fixated on the name towards the top of the list—Enzo Ragno. Intrigued by the sight of his own brother's name, he felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He decided to tap on Enzo's name, triggering the text composition screen. His fingers hovered over the send button as he typed out the word "Fratello… (Brother)" into the text bar.
However, as he glanced at the message he had written, a wave of hesitation washed over him. Sending that text meant breaching the wall of secrecy he had meticulously built around himself. It would unveil his true identity and expose his vulnerable state to someone from his past, potentially disrupting the fragile balance he had established.
He pondered the consequences of reaching out to Enzo—what it could mean for both of them, their relationship, and the risks involved. A flood of emotions and memories surged through his mind, reminding him of the complicated history they shared.
Pausing for a moment longer, he weighed the potential rewards against the potential repercussions. The decision to send or withhold the message held tremendous weight, as it could either reunite him with a long-lost family member or unravel the careful web of protection he had woven.
Ultimately, the fate of that text message hung in the balance as he deliberated, considering the potential outcomes and the path it might lead him down.
Reflecting on his last encounter with his older brother, a sense of unease settled within him. It had been several years since they last saw each other, and their interaction had been strained and marked by an undercurrent of resentment. The weight of their shared history hung between them like a thick, tense miasma, making any form of meaningful connection seem elusive.
Aware of the risks they faced by being seen together, both brothers understood the potential trouble that could arise from their association. The circumstances that led them down separate paths had created a divide that neither of them seemed willing to bridge. There was an unspoken agreement to keep their distance, as if acknowledging that their lives had taken different trajectories and that attempting to reconcile might only invite more hardship.
In the dimly lit surroundings, his brother's harsh sounding voice resonated with a mixture of disgust and something else…something that was buried deep. The slip of paper exchanged hands, carrying the weight of a Voxphone number that held the potential for connection. "Here," his brother had uttered, accompanied by a stern warning, "Don't call, capiche!"
Angel Dust received the slip of paper, his silence acting as a tacit agreement to the unspoken terms. He tucked the piece of paper carefully into his jacket pocket, ensuring its safekeeping. Their encounter over the enigmatic dark-furred spider had slipped away, swallowed by the shadows, leaving behind an air of ambiguity.
As Angel Dust contemplated the potential consequences and the reluctant response he might receive from his older brother, he decided to abort the attempt at contact. He knew all too well that his brother's terse reply would likely be something along the lines of "It's your problem, leave me out of it." Reluctantly, he shifted his focus and scrolled down the contact list, choosing Cherri's number instead.
Seeking solace and reassurance, Angel yearned for the comforting presence of a sister, even if their bond was not forged by blood. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, he pressed the call button, and the phone buzzed softly against his ear before Cherri picked up.
As the connection was established, Angel held his breath, preparing himself for the familiar voice on the other end. He longed for the support and understanding that Cherri always seemed to provide. In this moment of vulnerability, he sought a sanctuary within their friendship, hoping that Cherri's presence would offer him the strength he needed to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.
"Hey Angie," Cherri's voice greeted him warmly on the other end of the line. Her tone held a sense of familiarity and care. "What's up?"
"Hey Cher," Angel replied, his voice laced with a mix of relief and affection. The sound of her name rolling off his tongue carried a sense of familiarity and camaraderie, a testament to their bond.
In that simple greeting, he conveyed his gratitude for her presence and the comfort it brought him. Cherri was more than just a friend; she was his confidant, his chosen family in a world that often felt isolating and unforgiving.
"Okay," Cherri responded, her voice shifting into a serious tone. Concern laced her words as she picked up on the underlying emotions in Angel's voice. "You sound like you're high right now, did something happen?"
Her keen perception cut through any pretenses, as she sensed that something was amiss. Cherri had a knack for detecting when Angel was using substances as a coping mechanism, and she wasn't one to shy away from addressing it head-on.
"Vox showed up at the hotel," Angel responded, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern. He knew that Cherri would understand the gravity of the situation, grasping the implications of the notorious media mogul's even deigning to step foot in the Happy Hotel.
"Vox…" Cherri's voice grew alarmed, her words laced with disbelief. "The TV Demon... Valentino's fuck buddy... that Vox!"
"Yep," Angel sighed, his voice laden with weariness and frustration. He could feel the tension building within him, manifesting as a dull ache in his head. Rubbing at the bridge of his snout, he hoped to ward off the encroaching headache, a physical manifestation of the stress he carried.
"What sort of shit did that creep want?" Cherri demanded, her voice filled with a mix of indignation and determination. She refused to let Vox's presence go unchallenged, ready to confront the threat head-on.
"Vox, dat slick-tongued bastard, he was tryin' ta sell Charlie, on lettin' him sponsor the hotel," Angel remarked, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and concern. The audacity of Vox's attempts to infiltrate the hotel left a bitter taste in his mouth. "She, luckily, didn't fall fer any of' dat horse shit. Maybe he was aimin' ta outshine Alastor, as he was claimin'. But he was definately sniffin' 'round, hopin' ta lay eyes on me, so he could go runnin' back ta Valentino, swearin' I was shackin' up in dis joint."
"Angie," Cherri stated in concern, her voice filled with empathy and understanding. "I know you have trust issues, but..."
There was a gentle pause as Cherri carefully chose her words, knowing the delicate nature of the topic at hand. She recognized the walls that Angel had built around himself, the scars of his past that continued to haunt him.
"Yeah... I know I'll have ta spill the beans," Angel conceded, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and determination. He recognized the necessity of opening up to Charlie and Vaggie, despite the discomfort and vulnerability it entailed. "I don't wanna do this, see? But I'll set up a meetin' with Charlie and Vaggie. Maybe they'll understand, maybe they won't. But I can't keep playin' this game of hide and seek no more."
"Do you need me to be there?" Cherri offered, her voice filled with genuine concern. "For moral support or shit like that? If they kick you out, I don't think I want to be living there anymore."
Cherri's loyalty and unwavering support shone through her words, as she offered to stand by Angel's side, ready to face whatever consequences might arise from their revelation. She understood the gravity of the situation and the potential risks involved.
"I don't believe they'd kick me to the curb," Angel stated after a moment of consideration, his voice carrying a hint of cautious optimism. "Charlie wouldn't, at once they know, they'll be dragged into the mess, and I don't wanna burden others with my troubles."
Angel's words reflected his conflicting emotions. While he trusted Charlie and had faith in her understanding and compassion, he hesitated to burden her further with the weight of his past and the dangers that came with it.
"Charlie is the Princess, right," Cherri pointed out, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance. "Her father is the fucking King of Hell. Val and his lackeys would have to be seriously itching to be erased if they want to harm her."
"Maybe," Angel drawled, his voice dripping with cynicism. "Velvette, that connivin' witch, she knows all 'bout manipulatin' them social media sheep. She'd use her damn influences to ruin Charlie's life, twistin' the masses against her. And that smug Vox, that no-good son of a gun, he'd use his fancy media empire to smear Charlie and this whole dang hotel. He'd drag us through the mud, makin' sure even King Luci himself gotta step in and take action. And mark my words, that bastard would cut off our resources, suffocatin' us 'til we're gaspin' for breath. That's just the kinda arrogant prick he is. He'd stop at nothin' to claim Hell's throne, if he thought he could sneak away with it."
"But that ain't all." Angel continued. "we got my Pops to worry about too. He's a real piece o' work, lemme tell ya. My Fratello, well, he's a problem too, but not in the same league as Pops. See, wit' Pops, it's all about power an' control. He wants to be a goddamn mob legend, just like Capone, Luciano, Masseria, an' Maranzano. He can't stand anythin' that threatens his standin' or interferes wit' his plans. If there's somethin' that could be a threat to the family, ya better believe he'll do whatever it takes to gain power over it or destroy it."
"But Val," Cherri sighed, her voice heavy with worry and distress. "He knows where you are... And that ain't good, sugar dust." She ran a hand through her messy hair, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Yeah," Angel sighed, a mix of frustration and resignation evident in his voice. "That shit-bag would love nothing more than to snatch this away from me... just 'cause he can. He's always been one to underestimate me, like most of Hell. They all assume this whole damn hotel is destined to fail, and they're waitin' for the moment I come crawling back to him, tail between my legs."
"Well, let's say you are asked to leave," Cherri inquired, her voice tinged with concern. "What will you do, Angie?"
"I'm not sure," Angel said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Ey, I don't see Charlie tossin' me out just like dat. If dere were more people livin' here, well, dat might change tings. She'd have to tink of their safety and well-bein'. But even den, wit' Charlie. She'd probably exhaust every option before resortin' to lettin' Val come and collect me."
He paused, considering his options. "On my end, if it comes ta dat, I'll find a temporary solution. Maybe I'll check into an inn or find a place dat won't give me much trouble. Just somethin' to hold me over until I can find a more permanent housin'. I've been through worse, Cherri. I can handle a little transition."
A glimmer of possibility sparkled in Angel's eyes as he continued, a playful smile on his face. "Or, hey, since you're movin' into the hotel anyway, maybe I could move in yah apartment. Quick transition, y'know?"
"I don't know…" Cherri replied uneasily, her voice laced with concern. "There have been some creepy jokers sniffin' around my turf lately, Angel. It's got me on edge, ya know? I don't want anyone causin' trouble or puttin' you in danger. I've always been able to handle myself, but these guys... they give me a bad feeling. They're not like the usual riffraff we deal with. They're up to somethin', and I don't like it one bit."
"Hey, you've gone to the trouble of packin' up," Angel responded, a small smile playing on his lips. "And ya know what? The space here is good, Cherri. It's got dat cozy feel to it. And da company? Well, it's more than okay. Charlie really seemed to take a likin' to ya, and dat says a lot. Can't speak for Vag's, but she'll warm up... eventually."
He let out a chuckle, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Sure, the place ain't exactly what I'd call 5-star accommodations, but you know what? Once you get used to it, it's got its charm."
"I'm gonna head over," Cherri said, her voice laced with determination. "I can't stand what's goin' on anymore."
"Alright," Angel drawled as he wrapped up the call. "See ya when ya get here, Doll Face."
Angel sighed heavily as he hung up the phone, exhaling a slow release of tension. Taking in a deep breath, he tried to steady himself, feeling the detached haze that had clouded his mind moments ago slowly dissipating. Though the effects of the drug still lingered within him, they were now subdued enough not to be overtly noticeable. It was a delicate balance he walked, straddling the line between the intoxicating allure of the high and the need to regain clarity. With a heavy heart, he resolved to push through the lingering effects, his determination driving him forward despite the lingering shadows that trailed in his wake.
Angel found himself trapped in a situation he never desired to be in. Despite his reluctance, circumstances had placed him right in the middle of it. Fortunately, Val remained oblivious to the true number of individuals residing within the hotel. Vox had only caught glimpses of Vaggie, Niffty, and Husk, while Alastor's presence was undeniable. However, verifying the exact count of residents would have been perilous, as it would have provided Val with insight into potential obstacles if he ever decided to pose a threat.
Regrettably, the Moth Demon was already aware of Cherri's existence, albeit begrudgingly tolerating her. Angel had experienced Val's cruel manipulation firsthand, as he had shamelessly used Cherri as a pawn to punish Angel for his misbehavior. Val took pleasure in tormenting Angel by describing the unspeakable horrors he intended to subject Cherri to, with the sadistic intention of forcing Angel to bear witness. Furthermore, Nuggz had also found a place on Val's threat list, though these threats primarily manifested as dark jests. Val would make cruel jokes about turning Angel's beloved pet pig into bacon or serving him as pork chops someday.
The situation was undeniably grim, with Val's sadistic tendencies casting a dark shadow over the hotel's inhabitants. Angel couldn't help but feel a constant sense of unease, knowing that he and his friends were under the watchful eye of a malevolent force.
Due to the looming threat of Val and the potential danger he posed, Angel felt compelled to maintain some emotional distance from Charlie and Vaggie. Although Val couldn't physically harm Charlie due to her status, he could still target the other individuals residing in the hotel. Demons, in general, possessed remarkable regenerative abilities, allowing them to recover from injuries such as gunshot wounds or brutal dismemberment. Their bodies would slowly reform, and they would resume their troublemaking ways. However, true permanent death for a demon could only be achieved through the use of weapons employed by the Exterminators during the Cleanse.
These weapons, highly sought after on the black market, commanded exorbitant prices, often reaching thousands of dollars. Val, with his penchant for acquiring power and weaponry, didn't hesitate to purchase a considerable number of the Exterminators' spears and other armaments. He would have them melted down and repurposed into bullets for his own guns, amplifying his lethal capabilities. This further heightened the peril faced by those within the hotel, as Val's arsenal became increasingly formidable.
Angel couldn't ignore the fact that Val had numerous connections and affiliations that could potentially make Charlie's life a living hell. There was no way around it—they needed to hear what was going on, and hear it directly from him. Otherwise, they would be left vulnerable to hearing distorted information from someone like Val, and there was no telling what they'll believe in such circumstances.
The Moth Demon was not one to shy away from making threats against the hotel. He would brazenly assert that he couldn't be held accountable for the dire consequences that would befall them if they failed to surrender Angel Dust into his clutches.
"I am such a stupid, stupid slut," Angel muttered bitterly, his voice laced with self-reproach. He let out a humorless laugh, a mix of resignation and regret. "Why did I let my pride get da best of me? Why did I insist dat I was da perfect fit for dis damn project? I knew I was takin' a risk, but I never stopped to tink about da consequences of draggin' others into my mess. If only I had da sense to step outta dat car and walk away. That would've been da end of it."
He sighed, his frustration evident. Cherri only had some understanding about the situation. But that was because she refused to leave it alone, and now she was in danger because of it. "If I had been thinkin' clearly, I would've left dis place the moment Val started diggin' into my business here. But where would I go? Da landlord was glad to get rid of me when I moved outta my old apartment and came here. I don't have enough to find a new place to live. And wouldn't it just be fittin' for da Princess of Hell herself to screw me over? It's not like everyone else hasn't already."
Angel's options seemed limited, and he couldn't help but feel trapped. The only possibility was the studio, but he didn't want to live there, especially considering the memories it held. The mere thought of being at Val's mercy again sent a shiver down his spine, recalling the days he had spent locked in a chamber with a cold chain wrapped around his ankle.
The weight of his choices and the consequences they brought weighed heavily on Angel's shoulders. He felt like he had been cornered, with no easy way out. But he knew deep down that he had to find a solution, even if it seemed impossible. The first step was to gather his courage and face the truth of his situation, no matter how painful or uncomfortable it may be.
"I guess I'd better get this shit done," Angel sighed, a mix of resignation and determination coloring his voice. He knew he couldn't run from the situation forever; it was time to face it head-on. "At least Charlie might be willing to look after Nuggz until I can figure out somewhere else to live."
Leaving his room, Angel made his way down the hall toward the stairs, but as he walked, he caught snippets of conversation from the girls, accompanied by Alastor's distinct presence. It was evident that they were discussing something, and Angel couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over him.
~Oh great,~ Angel mentally sighed, his thoughts tinged with exasperation. ~First Vox, and now Alastor. I really fuckin' hate dealin' with Overlords.~
As he continued down the hall, Angel mentally prepared himself for the forthcoming interaction. He knew he had to keep his guard up and maintain his composure.
"Maybe..." Charlie's voice drifted through the air, reaching Angel's ears. He paused, listening intently to her words. "But you didn't see what Vaggie and I witnessed. It wasn't an act. What I saw wasn't something that can be faked. I don't fully understand what's going on or why, but I know what I saw. What I experienced today was real."
Charlie's voice carried on, her tone filled with empathy and compassion. "Cherri Bomb mentioned last night that he's been hurt by others in the past. Sometimes, I get the sense that there are things he wants to share with us, but he's unsure of the consequences or how we'll react."
Angel felt a mix of surprise and gratitude at Charlie's words. He hadn't anticipated that she would be so understanding and perceptive. It gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could trust her with his vulnerabilities, his past, and the reasons behind his current predicament.
As Angel reached the second-floor landing, he observed the scene unfolding before him. The two girls, Charlie and Vaggie, stood in close proximity to each other, forming a small circle. Alongside them was the red-haired demon, Alastor, who had joined their conversation. Angel lingered for a moment, observing them from a distance.
His eyes flicked from one person to another, taking in their expressions and gestures. There was an air of seriousness mixed with curiosity that hung over the group. It intrigued Angel, wondering what they might be discussing, especially given the presence of Alastor, a being known for his cunning and manipulation.
Uncertainty gripped Angel's thoughts as he debated whether to approach or maintain his distance. The conversation had already piqued his interest, but he hesitated, unsure of how his presence would be received. After all, he was accustomed to being an outsider, and the thought of intruding upon their private discussion weighed on his mind.
Alastor, with a wry smile on his face, leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "Ah-ha," he proudly deciphered, his voice carrying an air of revelation. "The Arachnid appears to grapple with what we colloquially term the 'Porcupine's dilemma,' a metaphorical affliction, if you will. He abstains from drawing near or forging profound bonds with others due to his association of such connections with anguish. Instead, he opts for withdrawal, keeping a safe distance to shield himself from the possible heartache that often accompanies emotional attachments."
Angel's reaction was immediate, his guard instinctively rising in response to Alastor's analysis. While the Deer Demon's assessment wasn't entirely off the mark, it felt oversimplified to Angel. The Radio Demon couldn't possibly understand the complexities of Angel's life over the past seventy-odd years since awakening in Hell.
Yes, it was true that he struggled to trust others due to past hurts and betrayals. The scars of those experiences ran deep, shaping his cautious nature. But it wasn't just a matter of a simple psychological dilemma; it was a harsh reality of survival in Hell.
In this forsaken realm, trust was a luxury that could prove deadly. Angel had learned the hard way that relying on others often led to disappointment, heartbreak, and even physical harm. In Hell, self-preservation was paramount, and he had become acutely aware that the only person he could truly rely on was himself.
The worst kind of torment came from those who manipulated and feigned care, luring you into a false sense of security before plunging a metaphorical and literal knife into your back. It was a harsh lesson that had left its mark on Angel's soul, making him wary and skeptical of anyone who claimed to have his best interests at heart.
So, while Alastor's analysis had some truth to it, Angel knew that the complexities of his trust issues went far deeper than a mere porcupine's dilemma. Surviving in Hell had taught him to be cautious, to hold his cards close to his chest, and to trust only when absolutely necessary.
"If you put it that way..." Charlie began, her voice gentle yet contemplative.
"Ya makin' me sound defective, Smiles," Angel interrupted, his voice laced with a mix of defiance and weariness as he stood perched against the second-floor railing. "Though I gather from the conversation you're havin', the jig is up."
His words held a touch of resignation, acknowledging that his secrets were no longer concealed. The fragile facade he had maintained was starting to crumble, and the truth was seeping out, revealing the complexities of his past and the scars he carried.
"Ah, Angel," Alastor chimed in, his voice carrying a nonchalant tone. "We were just wondering about you." His casual response belied the curiosity that flickered in his eyes.
"Il bastardo mi mette comunque alla prova, (The bastard tests me anyway)" Angel growled under his breath in Italian, his frustration evident as he began descending the stairs. He no longer felt the need to put on a facade of fake smiles or trademark smirks. Instead, he let his true emotions show the weariness and annoyance that had settled deep within him.
As he made his way down, Angel took a moment to assess those gathered in the vicinity. Husk and Niffty seemed to be preoccupied with their own affairs, though Husk's critical gaze didn't go unnoticed by Angel. Alastor, on the other hand, maintained that infuriatingly self-assured smile, as if he held all the cards in this twisted game.
Vaggie, true to her nature, observed him sternly, her expression giving away nothing. Angel couldn't quite decipher her thoughts, but he sensed a certain guardedness in her eyes. And then there was Charlie, the one person who seemed to offer him genuine compassion and understanding amidst the chaos.
It was in Charlie's gaze that Angel found a glimmer of hope, a lifeline amid the shadows of uncertainty. Her compassion, though often tested, held steadfast, and it reminded him that there might be allies to be found in unexpected places.
"We need to talk," Charlie said, her voice filled with a mix of determination and caution. She chose her words carefully, understanding the weight they carried.
"I know," Angel replied, his voice surprisingly calm despite the whirlwind of emotions churning within him. Externally, he maintained a composed facade, unwilling to let his vulnerabilities surface just yet. Deep down, however, he could feel his heart racing, the weight of their impending conversation pressing upon him. It was all happening too fast for his liking, reminiscent of past experiences where trust had been shattered and wounds had been inflicted.
He couldn't help but reflect on the journey that led him to this point. Cherri Bomb had been his friend for several years before he found the courage to confide in her about the painful reality of his relationship with Val. It had taken time and a foundation of trust to share such deeply personal experiences. Now, faced with the prospect of revealing his truths to those around him, Angel couldn't deny the apprehension that gripped him.
"I'm not going to force you to reveal anything you are not comfortable with or ready to say," Charlie stated emphatically, her voice filled with genuine concern. Angel crooked the brow of his darker eye, his curiosity piqued by her words. Was she giving him an out? Was she honestly saying he didn't need to go through with this...at least not at this moment? Even Vaggie seemed to regard Charlie with a skeptical expression, silently questioning her intentions.
"If you would prefer to have Cherri with you, she is free to be here," Charlie continued, her tone gentle and understanding. "But we do need to know what is going on outside this hotel. I want to help in any way I can, but I don't want to push you beyond your limits. However…"
"You need to hear it from me," Angel finished the statement, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and frustration. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts before continuing. "I'll go ahead an' say it. I don't wanna do this... but we're here now. Let's just get dis stuff over wit' already."
His words hung in the air, the weight of his reluctance palpable. Angel took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to reveal. He knew that Charlie and Vaggie, being part of the hotel's management, needed to be informed, even if it was difficult for him to share.
"However, I'll only say what I'm going to say once...and only to you two," Angel pointed directly at Charlie and Vaggie, emphasizing his decision. Alastor, understanding the seriousness of the moment, didn't protest or argue. He simply nodded respectfully, acknowledging that Angel had made a wise decision.
As Alastor trapsed away, seemingly unconcerned about the impending discussion, Angel took a moment to collect his thoughts. He knew that he couldn't afford to hold back anymore.
The three of them had gathered at the front office. Charlie, feeling uneasy about the subject matter at hand, took her place behind the desk. Despite her discomfort, she knew it was crucial to understand what was going on in order to assess and prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.
Vaggie stood closely behind Charlie, sharing her desire to comprehend the situation. She didn't want Charlie to be hurt by it, and she couldn't afford to dismiss the possibility that Angel had ulterior motives for participating in the hotel. Although Vaggie didn't believe Angel consciously wished harm upon Charlie, she had made a solemn pledge to King Lucifer and Queen Lilith to protect the blond girl with her very existence. If there were individuals associated with Angel who posed a threat to Charlie or the hotel, it was imperative to gather information and determine the appropriate course of action. They needed to be prepared for whatever dangers may arise.
Angel Dust sat before them, his discomfort evident as he prepared to reveal something that weighed heavily on him. He understood the importance of sharing the truth himself, rather than allowing others to twist it into something monstrous, much like his own father.
Despite the potential challenges and the uncertainty of his own escape, Angel Dust couldn't shake the thought of helping others trapped in similar situations. Perhaps the hotel could assist him in freeing demons from the clutches of Valentino and his brothels. He envisioned a gradual process, starting with two or three individuals at a time, ensuring their liberation and preventing the creation of more victims labeled as "Valentino's personal whores." His determination to spare others from enduring the same mistreatment fueled his resolve to take action.
Angel Dust couldn't ignore the guilt he felt whenever he witnessed Summer and Dia being hurt by Valentino, despite his personal feelings towards them. The Moth's reminders about their suffering and the role he played in it haunted him. While he knew Charlie might not be able to fully redeem any of them, he believed that she could at least provide them with safety and a chance for a better life within Hell.
He felt a strong desire for a cigarette at that moment, but he remembered that Charlie had established the office and foyer as non-smoking areas when he joined the hotel. Although he contemplated breaking the rule on what might be his final night there, he wanted to demonstrate a level of respect for the rules, even if he didn't particularly enjoy acknowledging them.
Suppressing the urge, he chose to honor Charlie's guidelines and abstain from lighting up a cigarette. It was a small act to show that he was capable of adhering to rules, despite his rebellious nature.
"Where would ya like me to start?" Angel asked cautiously, his usual mask of cynicism temporarily removed. The revelation of his intentions had exposed a vulnerable side of him, and he wasn't entirely prepared for others to see him in such a raw state. While he couldn't hide the truth any longer, he still felt apprehensive about revealing his true self completely.
"How long has this been going on?" Charlie asked, her tone void of anger or disappointment, yet firm in her demand for an explanation. She wanted to understand the extent of the situation, seeking clarity and insight into the events that had transpired.
"How long have I been with Val?" Angel inquired, tilting his head slightly. "Or how long have I been in the sex trade in general? It's been a rough ride, either way, I'll give ya dat." He let out a sigh, the weight of his past experiences evident in his voice.
"I guess da best answer I can give for both questions is... a while. Valentino ain't da first person to have ground me into da dirt. There have been numerous douchebags who have used and abused me before I met him. Fortunately, ya don't have to worry 'bout any of dem. But Val... Val is someone ya don't want comin' here." Angel's voice held a mix of caution and concern.
"And Vox, don't even get me started wit' him. He may not be as sleazy as Val, but you girls don't need to be told how dangerous he is. Both Vox and Val are like off-and-on lovers, and Velvette... Velvette is like their psychotically insane surrogate daughter." Angel closed his eyes, finding it easier to reminisce on the painful memories without having to meet Charlie's gaze directly.
"I met Val... oh, I don't know... a handful of decades ago," Angel continued, recounting the story. "I had been workin' at dis Casino where a previous... I guess ya can call him a boyfriend, had gambled me away as part of his winnings. So, dere ya go, an automatic job I never really asked for, and no more boyfriend, so he's outta da picture."
He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I had been workin' dere as part of da so-called 'entertainment,' if ya can even call it dat. Da Casinos set an earnin' target for ya to buy your way out. It takes a few years, and ya gotta be careful 'cause some people in da same position will try to steal from ya if given da chance."
Angel's expression hardened as he recalled the events. "I had managed to gather the money needed to pay off my time. But when I went to give it to da manager, he informed me dat I had been sold to somebody. However, he still gladly took da money as payment for my time there. And dat's how I met Val, in da car ride to da studio. He told me he had seen me workin' dere and thought my face had star potential. He claimed to have big plans for me, but it was all just bullshit."
Angel's bitterness and resentment were evident as he spoke about his introduction to Val and the false promises that had brought him into the world he now sought to escape.
Angel gritted his teeth, fighting back the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. He refused to cry, determined not to show any weakness, especially now when he knew there was more pain to come. He held back his emotions, resolute in his decision not to break down at this moment.
As he struggled to maintain his composure, Angel's attention was drawn to the sounds coming from the foyer. He could hear Alastor's enthusiastic voice, seemingly weirding out someone who had just arrived. It seemed that the only person he truly trusted, the one he would feel comfortable showing his tears to, had made her presence known in the hotel.
"And yeah, he made me a star..." Angel forced himself to continue the painful story, pushing aside the distractions from beyond the door. "Or at least, dat's what people saw on da surface. Behind da scenes, it was a different story altogether. I wasn't too thrilled about thinkin' I had earned my freedom, only to have it snatched away from me."
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice as he recounted the horrors. "Val made it clear dat I was expected to use my body to make da money spent on me worth it. When I asked how much I needed to make before I had paid him off, he responded by sayin', 'Until dey don't want ya anymore.' Da abuse became da norm. Beatings, starvation, isolation, threats of violence, and even worse punishments if I dared to fight back or resist."
Angel's voice trembled with the weight of his memories. "Even when I did everythin' he wanted, Val would still find reasons to tear me apart, just 'cause he felt like it. He avoided hittin' my face too much; bruises and shiners ain't exactly marketable. But dat didn't mean he couldn't make me hurt for days on end. It was durin' one of dose painful years dat I met Cherri."
"Like you, I didn't tell her what was going on," Angel continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "Val had a sick pleasure in seein' me broken and miserable. He reveled in da sufferin' of all his employees, but he took particular delight in tormentin' me 'cause of my resistance. If there was anythin' I liked or cared about, he would take it away from me. He didn't hesitate to threaten Nuggz's safety, usin' him as a pawn to keep me in line."
"When Cherri entered my life, I didn't want her to know what I was goin' through. I didn't want her to get involved 'cause I knew she would only end up gettin' hurt. We had been buddies for many years before she started noticin' dat somethin' was up. Eventually, she confronted me, demandin' to know what was happenin' 'cause it was clear dat somethin' was deeply wrong with my job. Dat's when I finally opened up to her 'bout da abuse I had been endurin'. She was horrified and immediately wanted to get me outta Val's clutches."
Angel's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sorrow as he recounted Cherri's reaction to the truth. He appreciated her concern and willingness to help, but the pain of what he had endured still lingered, even as he shared the story.
The weight of Angel's words hung heavy in the air as he continued to share the painful truth. "The only reason I stopped her was 'cause Valentino didn't take losin' credibility lightly. Anything that pissed him off, he would take out on me. I knew from experience dat if Cherri acted against him, he might hurt or even kill her just to spite me. I wouldn't put it past him to do somethin' so cruel. But I knew for sure dat he would hurt and punish me out of principle, in case he suspected any collusion between Cherri and me."
A deep sigh escaped Angel's lips as he grappled with the difficult decisions he had made. "So, I never let her go after him 'cause if one of us had to get hurt in all of dis, it was better dat I was the one takin' it. It's a really shitty and cowardly thing to go after someone ya care about, and I didn't want to give dat bastard an excuse to."
The pain in his voice was palpable, reflecting the sacrifices he had made to protect those he cared about, even if it meant enduring the torment alone.
"Cherri was da first person who really made me question myself. She made me ask, "Why did I allow all dis shit to happen to me? Why do I put up wit' it?" In da past, I always had an excuse ready, sayin' dat dis was just how tings were in da world, dat I had no choice but to go along wit' it. But dat's also why I fought against Val and da other assholes who came before him. Deep down, I knew dat dis wasn't da existence I wanted for myself.
I guess dat's what attracted him to me when he first laid eyes on me. He saw me as someone he could control, someone he wanted to break into submission. It's true, I had been broken a long time ago, and dere were moments when I gave in to da "just let dem do what dey want" mentality. But deep down, I refused to let it all destroy me."
"Oh my," Charlie gasped, her voice filled with horror as she absorbed Angel's words. She had always sensed that there was something hurting him, something that didn't bring him happiness. But she had never truly understood the depths of his unhappiness until now. It was a revelation that shook her to the core.
As she processed the extent of Angel's suffering, she couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to maintain his sanity for so long. Even for demons, there had to be a breaking point, a limit to what one could endure. It was a testament to Angel's resilience that he had held on, fought against the darkness within and around him.
"So when we met you," Vaggie inquired, her tone serious and probing, "You were offering yourself on the street because...?" There was a mix of curiosity and concern in her voice as she sought to understand Angel's past and the reasons behind his choices.
"It's one of the things Val expects me to do," Angel growled bitterly. "Ya honestly think I'd be out dere 'cause I actually like da taste of some rando's dick in my mouth? Trust me, honey, if you've been suckin' dick for several years, dey all start tastin' da same. What's even worse is how much Val stiffs me in all dis."
He paused, a mix of frustration and resentment evident in his voice. "Da shoots, da shows, da performances—they usually bring in fifty to a hundred grand each. Whether it's servin' as an escort for a private function or servicin' exclusive clients, it's around ten grand a night. But outta all of dat... all of dat! I typically earn 'bout 1% tops, maybe 1.5% if Val is feelin' generous. It's a pathetic cut."
Angel's anger seeped through as he continued. "And when dere's nothin' on da schedule, Val needs me to do somethin' besides hangin' out at da studio just for da 'fun' of it. So he has me out turnin' tricks on da street. On a good night, I might make a few thousand, but on slower nights, maybe 'bout five hundred if I'm lucky. And most of dat, of course, goes straight into Val's pockets."
There was a mixture of pain, frustration, and defiance in Angel's words. He had been trapped in a vicious cycle, forced to endure degrading experiences for a fraction of the earnings while Val reaped the majority of the profits. It was clear that Angel's resentment towards Val and the situation he found himself in ran deep, fueling his desire for change and escape from this exploitative arrangement.
"Da day I met you two... I had been scheduled for a film shoot," Angel recounted, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and regret. "And I had overheard Val talkin' 'bout a drug deal with some shitty cartel. He needed someone to handle it."
He paused for a moment, reflecting on his connection to the world of crime that most people didn't know about. "Ya see... not many people know dis 'bout me, but I'm kind of connected to crime. Not just to Val and shitbags like him... I actually have family ties to a crime family. It's not somethin' I'm proud of, and it's not a life I ever wanted to be a part of, but it's da world I was raised and exposed to when I was alive."
Angel's voice carried a mixture of resignation and frustration as he continued, "At da time, I thought it didn't seem like such a big deal. I knew how these kinds of transactions went. And if I was gonna be stuck wit' Valentino, I figured I could show him there was more to me than just bein' a two-bit whore. So I took da chance to tap into my Mafia roots and prove myself."
A somber tone settled in as Angel revealed the unfortunate turn of events. "Unfortunately, Val found out what I was up to and wasn't too happy 'bout it. So as punishment, he had me offerin' myself on the street to make up for the work I missed."
The weight of his past choices and the consequences he faced were evident in Angel's words. He had sought a way to assert his worth, but instead, he found himself caught in a cycle of punishment and degradation. It was a painful reminder of the tangled web he was ensnared in and the lengths he had gone to in order to prove himself in a world that often saw him as nothing more than an object.
"So we found you purely by chance," Vaggie stated, her voice filled with a mix of realization and astonishment.
"Maybe it was chance," Angel sighed, lifting his gaze from the floor and meeting Vaggie's eyes. "But da truth is, I had been wantin' to leave Val for a while. As I mentioned before, Cherri has been wantin' to get me out... she'd love nothin' more than to see me escape dat hellhole. And a couple of years before I met Cherri... I actually tried to run away."
He paused, his voice tinged with a mix of pain and determination. "I was savin' up my earnings to afford a bus trip to anotha city in Hell. I didn't care where I ended up; it could have been Imp City, for all I cared. I just wanted to be far away from Val. Unfortunately, da boss has eyes everywhere. He has resources, associations, and his ties wit' Vox only make it easier for him to keep tabs on me throughout da city. So, as ya can imagine, I was pulled off da bus and beaten by Val until I lost consciousness."
Angel's finger pointed to the gold tooth in his mouth, his expression pained. "When I woke up, I was tied down to a metal table, and Val gave me dis gold tooth. He said it was to mark me as his personal property and to remind me of da consequences if I ever did somethin' stupid like tryin' to run away again."
He took a deep breath before continuing, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope. "Dat's why... dat's why Vox bein' here bothered me. Ya see, Val knows 'bout dis place and dat I agreed to be a part of all dis. If dere's anythin' honest I've done since meetin' ya, Charlie, it's dat. It was a choice I made on my own. I mean, da whole idea of demon redemption and all dat... it seemed far-fetched. But after I got outta da car followin' our talk, I actually had dis feelin' I haven't had in ages... a feelin' of hope."
Angel's voice lowered, his gaze shifting as he spoke about Val's scrutiny. "Since he knows I'm here, Val has been keepin' a close eye on me, makin' sure I'm not tryin' to escape again. I've been tellin' him dat I've been foolin' both of ya into believin' I'm bein' good, just so I have a rent-free space to live in. He's buyin' it... or at least keepin' tabs to ensure I'm doin' exactly what I've been sayin'. And he probably assumes dis whole redemption ting will fail, as he'd be more of a problem if he ever gets da notion dat redemption is possible."
There was a flicker of defiance in Angel's eyes, a determination to fight against the control Val had over him. Despite the risks and challenges, he clung to the newfound hope he had discovered since meeting Charlie and Vaggie. It was a spark that ignited a glimmer of possibility, reminding him that there might be a way to break free from the chains that bound him.
"And he's not going to let you go easily in either case," Vaggie sighed, her voice heavy with concern. She understood the gravity of the situation and the hold Val had over Angel. Val's manipulative nature and his need for control made it clear that escaping from his clutches would be a daunting task.
"I ain't saying I'm not a good choice for all this," Angel began, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and self-awareness. "But I do come with a lot more baggage than ya girls probably expected. And if... if dis continues... ya should be warned dat sooner or later... Val is gonna come lookin' for me. And he could burn dis entire hotel down if dat's what it takes."
There was a solemn weight to his words, a realization of the danger that loomed over them. Angel's past and his connection to Val presented a significant risk, one that could potentially put everyone in the hotel in harm's way. He felt the weight of responsibility and the need to protect those who had shown him kindness and understanding.
His voice trembled slightly as he continued, the words heavy with a mix of resignation and concern. "If dat's too much of a risk... I can leave. I can spare ya the trouble of me bringin' disaster upon ya. It wouldn't be the first time I've left everythin' behind to start anew."
Angel's offer to leave was filled with a mixture of self-sacrifice and a desire to shield those he cared about from the chaos that seemed to follow him. He knew the consequences of his presence and the potential danger it posed. But despite his suggestion, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a silent plea for Charlie and Vaggie to see beyond the darkness of his past.
He took a deep breath, his voice softening. "But now you two know what's been goin' on. Ya know da risks. It's up to you to decide if it's worth it to keep me around. Just know dat whatever you choose, I won't hold it against you. I'm used to people leavin'."
His vulnerability hung in the air, a testament to the struggles he had faced and the strength it took for him to offer such a choice. Angel awaited their decision, prepared to accept whatever path they chose, even if it meant once again being alone in the darkness that had consumed so much of his existence.