Out of the Fire, and Into More Fire AU Chapter 1: Tied Up, a hazbin hotel fanfic

NOTES
This AU surrounds a universe not in hell. Instead of being dead, they have been cursed, and sent to a sector to protect the outside world from them. Lucifer is in charge of this new world, along with his family, treated like human royalty. While humans and angels are allowed to roam this new earth in any way they see fit, demons like Husk and Angel are stuck where they were sent, unable to ever leave. No hotel or redemption to save them here.

Warnings

Shipping, FCs, heavy violence, sexual themes, suggestive themes, fowl language, substance abuse, molestation, alcohol, gambling, & probably more.

The man stood tall and ominous amongst the crowd below. His body was like a shadow coveting demons amongst the edges of his elongated fingernails like puppets attached to strings. That's what all below the red creature were, simply mindless automatons ready to be spun like a spider's web in the wheel of creation. One of such creatures was a black cat, or more accurately a anthropomorphic feline with avian wings, and the grumpiest looks that could appear on such a human looking face.

This dark creature, seemingly summoned from the fingertips of a demonic deity, had no attributes to pull from that would make them stand out typically. All the beings around him seemed similar in nature, or to be more precise, everything seemed out of place so nothing fit in. With a bottle of booze in his palm, and a grim atmosphere about him, the feline approached another creature not far from his own.

Skinny, tall, beautiful. The lass had eyes of fire, a pelt of sheen glimmer. Tied to the post, the spider's feminine body was pulled into a seductive pose, and seemingly invited the kitty in with a wide grin. The arachnid's teeth were sharp and imposing, but somehow, the body language being given was an invitation between the spread open legs, the puffed out chest and batting eyes, it was like they were asking for something unpleasant.

He glared at the captive with displeasure. The pink fur did nothing for his tastes, and the fact that she was lying about being willing wasn't in his wheelhouse. That being said, it wasn't the purpose of this venture. The purpose. Oh the purpose. This creature didn't belong in this sector, and very much was the spider crossing many boundaries.

"What's up pussycat?" The spider's voice teased in a gender neutral tone. Perhaps more masculine than feminine. This shocked the lot a little, well except for the boozed up cat, but perhaps it was to be expected. "Want a taste?"

The booze wasn't enough to get him to ignore the banter. He heard this shtick before, and wasn't in the mood. He did his best to pull his posture back, but instead it was clear he couldn't maintain the patience that was needed. "Piss off. Your fault you were caught, Angel." He took a swig, and seemed tempted to leave.

He knew better though, if he did, Torch would come in and finish the job. "Stay in your part of town, and no'in bad will happen got it."

It was as if Angel ignored him, and continued his bit. "But being a bad boy is sooo-"

"Enough!" fangs peered. The demons surrounding the poll shivered with discomfort. "I'll be escorting the bitch back to their territory. You all run along."

Angel giggled. "Baby cakes you don't have to walk me home, I can handle myself." A sly look grew on his face. It was clear that he knew exactly what was going on. "No need to play damsel in distress."

One of the smaller demonic beings seemed to pipe up. Pulling away from the crowd, the white furry thing seemed reminiscent of a rat, or maybe a mouse with no tail. Wide eyes tried to pull attention towards them as the squeaky voice quietly pulled through. "Sir, Sir Husk…"

"What."

The rat continued on with fidgeting motions. Many of the other creatures seemed to pull away, seeming to disagree with the mouse's actions. "It… It may be that…"

Husk groaned with irritation. "Spit it out." his hands were pinching the bridge of his nose, and it seemed like it was hard for him to keep it together at that very moment.

"Perhaps you should have assistance. He is…"

Husk sighed for a moment and pushed it to the side. "Alastor personally assigned me to this." This got all of them to rush off so incredibly fast it seemed as if all he had to say was Alastor's name.

Husk went to take another drink, but the bottle was empty. When did he drink the last of it? No matter, it was a chance to have an open hand. The kitty had to set the spider free from the chains of straw. With a quick flex of his claws, the multi-armed anthro was cut loose, but this didn't seem to stop Angel from keeping his sexual position.

This was promptly ignored, and instead, a paw reached out to pull him up off the ground. Husk wasn't happy about the situation in the least, but the sourpuss was in a hurry so that a familiar face wouldn't walk right into the situation. That also didn't stop Angel from taking his sweet time eyeing the feline up and then down, and appreciating the view.

Rolling his eyes, his claws wrapped around Angel's wrist and pulled Angel towards himself. This instantly reminded Husk of their height difference. Angel's heels didn't help the situation, and the symbol of strength Husk held seemed to diminish by the second as the spider helped himself to lean down and humiliate the kitty. With this, Husk would pin his ears, and only pretend to comply with the situation. No need to lolligag any further. The longer they hanged out the space the worse it would get.

Husk seemingly dragged the sex impulsive giant away from there as fast as he could muster, right into the body of another tall character. Face was full of red velvety fur in an instant. A deep crimson color, and the scent of ginger. Time was up, and Torch had arrived. A nuisance for Husk indeed. Perhaps it was his face that ticked him off so much.

As Husk stepped back away from Torch's body, a full image of the other feline was fairly present. Scars traced from the top of his head to the bottom of his jaw. Intrigue lied between these scars along with bright orange eyes. The feisty character was holding what appeared to be a whip between his paws, and it seemed as if they were holding back a devious laugh deep within.

Torch's voice wasn't throaty like Husks, but rather calm and concise. "Hand over the criminal Husk, or I'll report this to the big man." His eyes seemed to narrow along with his pupils as he looked down on the two of them.

Husk simply spat at this. "The big man told me to take care of it, no specifics. You don't need to be involved." This only made Torch tug at his whip.

"So you want the whip to huh?" Torch gritted his teeth, but it wouldn't be long before a familiar sexy tone would butt into the conversation.

Like always, Angel had something kinky for every situation, and a whip wasn't exactly new territory. "You can whip me all day baby." He grinned mischievously, but everyone there had to know that whip was not BDSM friendly.

Husk knew this was his defense mechanism. That this is how he behaved toward everyone he met, but it wasn't going to work on Torch. The man was not moved any more then Husk was, and if anything it would likely get him killed. It wasn't like they were immortal here, it wasn't as simple as any of that.

Torch was the type that was easily liked by Alastor. Not in any romantic way of course, but rather the fact that he could dispose of anyone Al didn't want to deal with. Torch was a killer, and didn't care about his target. Angel seemed to be next on his list, and that Husk wouldn't be able to handle.

So with that, Husk gritted his teeth, and involuntarily let out a deep hiss. "He's mine back off-"

"Oh baby! Fighting over me? I ca-"

With a quick turn of his head toward the spider, Angel went quiet, his hands pulling away from the suggestive positions he was aiming. This was serious, and the jokes weren't helping. Angel was starting to fully realize the situation. With that came deep fear. If Husk was this way, would his tommies really be able to handle the situation either?

It was just a whip right? What was so special about this pussy cat compared to Husky. Husk had the wings, the cards, the claws. All this little kitty seemed to have was a leather string between his paws, and barely a symbol of strength otherwise. Just an orange tom cat. Well the split tail and claws seemed to hint at something, but I mean, real cats had that too, so it wasn't like Torch showed any demonic presence.

Husk seemed to have fear in his eyes though, and that was what really stopped Angel in his tracks. What did Husk know about this guy? "Fuck off Torch. I got this insect. You go find a sad little fly to bother."

This whole time they were in an outer area. Grass, and hills surrounded them for miles. Sure it wasn't the beautiful greens that you'd expect, but the tinges of wine gave the atmosphere the danger it deserved. Angel was using that moment to scan the area, looking for a way to get out of there if needed. In that process, the guns were pulled into a position that could be used with ease, but when done so they weren't the hard texture he was used to.

In his hands were two vials. One filled with a strange liquid, the other with a curious substance. This seemed like an odd joke, but he couldn't quite put the two together. "What."

With that, Torch held up the weapons, but far enough that they couldn't be snatched. "Can't have you causing a ruckus." His eyes tightened as he glanced at Angel's direction, but maybe he wasn't really looking at Angel.

The two cats seemed to be at a showdown. Tails flicking at one another ready for the other to make a move, but with a lung of Husk, it was over in seconds. It was a hard thing to see, but it seemed that the pants wearing fur-ball managed to get the other feline pinned in a headlock. And with it, he gave Angel the best signal he could to get the man to run far.

Angel was frozen. He didn't want his friend to be left behind in such a situation. More importantly, where was he to run? It was futile to get too far on your own in Alastor's territory. If anything it was asking for death. He had gotten here by the skin of his teeth, and now to throw that all away- No. He launched at Torch instead, using the brutal tactic of punching him like a defenseless bag.

This seemed like a good idea, but this was to Torch's advantage. He kicked up his legs hard onto Angel with no oxygen in his bones, making Husk release in time for him to catch a breath, and giving the spider a nasty wound from neck to hip. Now the boy was bleeding.

Stumbling back, Husk went toward his friend to catch his fall. With the guns on the ground Angel tried to reach for them in speed, but as he touched them, they were the bottles once again. As if the bottles he held earlier ended up moving to his hands the second he thought about his weapons. This disoriented him long enough for a whip to come down, only to be blocked by Husks own back.

With a turned head Husks eyes seemed to twist and change with anger. "Don't mess with me, I'm outta whiskey, and not willing to deal with bullshit."

Torch decided to be sly about the situation, turning on a keen eye. "Oh but darling I am more than willing to be the bullshit you so don't want me to be." A slight chuckle. "I presume this is the play-thing that we all have been worried about. The one leaking information to his own sector?"

Torch was clearly trying to get inside of Husks head, and was doing so poorly. Yes it was pointless that Husk was the one sent to deal with Angel when any lackey could do it within a half a mile. So it was suspicious that such a powerful tool of Alastors was being used to do such a minor task.

The hiss only grew louder, and it seemed like his claws and fangs were sharper. In a flash of a moment, Husk threw one of his deadly cards at Torch, aimed for his throat. It would presumably kill and stain Torch's body with thick red blood, but it didn't. Torch felt his neck, expecting it to be severed, for him to be on the ground bleeding.

Yet another figure appeared before them. Or rather two. The furry white creature below was holding onto the scarf of a red cat that looked strikingly similar to Torch. The character however didn't have scars across her face, and she took a very feminine stance giving an idea that she wasn't male despite the lack of breasts or hips.

Her tail was flicking in aggravation as the card seemed to be in between her fingers. "Brother, how many times have I told you not to start a fight alone? Your blindness will get you killed." The question was rhetorical, as she knew that her brother wouldn't listen anyhow. Her voice also seemed odd to be honest. Like she clearly was trying her hardest to hold a higher pitch then she could actually go.

Torch simply spat at his sister angrily with no qualms of what almost happened to him. The fact that he was still lightheaded from the headlock also didn't help his situation. "I don't need help. I can sense their positions just fine without my sight!"

The two continued to bicker, but what they were saying didn't matter, because Husks first reaction was to fix up Angel. Fuck, he was no doctor, and there was no way he'd know if Angel would survive under the side of Val. Sure Val was obsessed with the kid but Husk didn't want to take that chance. He'd taken enough gambles with this whole situation as it was. Not to mention what he was going to do about the whip wound.

Angel just smiled softly at him as they were dragging themselves away from the area. "Don't worry about it, Whiskers." Blood dripped down his lip. This curse sure was harder to die in, but it sure wouldn't be fun to try and heal from this type of wound. Only an angel would be able to heal it instantly. There was no way an angel would agree to helping them at this point either.

They kept trodding along as if there was a destination in mind, but both knew it was only to keep their minds busy while they tried to come up with a plan. Yeah moving was bad for Angel's case, but so was staying in one spot waiting to die.

Charlie came to mind, and thus that was where they ended up. The princess Charlie. She technically was an angel after all, so perhaps she could heal Angel's wound, but to get to the royal family, you had to get to the royal sector. Which was through Alastor's. Angel wasn't allowed in Alastors sector, and thus it wasn't safe for them to travel that far. He probably would survive the trip if no one bothered them, but how were they gonna do that?

"Why are you even here Angel?" Husk broke up the thought of it all, he didn't want to deal with the situation anymore, and maybe Angel's banter would cheer him up, or more likely piss him off further.

Angel tipped his head cautiously, but seemed scared to speak. "I um… You sure you want to talk right now? You kinda got that evil look about ya."

With a finger pointed to Husk's face, Husk couldn't exactly pinpoint what the spider was referring to. He couldn't see his own face. "You're all grr-arry. You know?" The point was retracted, but his face still seemed concerned.

It was true Husk had eyes red and burning, his fangs felt enlarged, and a part of him needed to protect Angel with everything left in his soul. "Just answer me."

"I needed to… see you."

This didn't help, nor was what Husk was looking for. "YOU risked your life for that?!" Husk almost dropped his friend on the ground, but instead chose to squeeze harder.

The arm of Angel that was wrapped around the back of Husks head slowly retreated, but not completely off of Husk. An alarm was clearly soaking into him faster and faster. "I…" he choked a little, not finding the courage to finish his sentence.

The two of them stopped, and Husk sat Angel down against a tree. The bleeding near his chest didn't seem bad, but closer to the stomach it got worse. Husk simply tried to breathe. He had nothin on him that could stop the bleeding, and Angel's clothes were too covered in blood to work either. Maybe the back of his shirt, So that's where it ended up.

"Take off your shirt."

"Ooh, does kitty wanna play. Does this-"

A deep growl presented itself. "Just do as I say dammit."

With that angel took off his torn up sweater the best he could. It ripped a bit in the process, and Husk used that to his advantage. He pulled it apart into strips, and layered them atop each other over Angel's belly wound. "Hold it there really tight."

Angel did as he was told, but looked at Husk with a questioning gaze while doing so. "Stay hidden here." He pulled out brush and sticks and even rocks to disguise Angel's spot as quickly as he could muster. "I'm gonna get Charlie, she'll be able to help."

Before Angel could protest, the winged feline had launched into the air, with such force the wind nearly knocked him out. It left him a bit dazed to say the least, and wary of how well it was going to work out. Angel knew it was difficult to leave your sector, and to go to the royal sector was the hardest one to leave into.

There weren't any doctors in this realm though. Not anymore. You could go to a 'doctor', but more than likely they would kill you and take all your body parts for money, or better yet, be a cannibal and eat you alive right then and there. So unless you knew one personally it was best to just let it heal on its own, and hope you didn't die from it. After all, wounds weren't as deadly in these new found forms, but that didn't stop them from being incredibly painful.

That was where Angel was. In extreme pain. He was used to it, or rather pain happened to him so often that this wasn't new. The pressure applied didn't help this matter and he could feel that the wound managed to be internal. Those claws must've been razor sharp, or extraordinarily long.

Angel began to wonder what the guy was like in bed. It kept him distracted for a moment, as the feline must've had some interesting experiences. "If his claws are long, how long do you think his dong is?" This was of course met with incredible silence, as no one was around to hear him. He sighed in contempt of the matter, and proceeded to stare up at the clouds in wonder.

—

Husk on the other hand was halfway across the sector feeling like he was forgetting something important. It didn't matter though, the important thing was to get to Charlie as soon as possible. Looking down below, fires were burning at the edges of his world, demons being consumed at the hands of others who enjoyed to torture. He understood his sector as the ring of risks, as Angel's was known as the addict's hollow. It was simple like that, and no mingling in between. The borders were kept tight by the angels, and the royal sector. This was to keep Lucifer's family safe from harm, and more importantly to keep from an uprising. At least that was the theory. Because of his wings, the cat demon didn't have to worry as strongly about the dangers below, and one of the ways it became so easy for Alastor to control things through him.

The border was filled with angels. Of course it was. One went to approach and stop him immediately, so Husk slowed down to greet the guard. "Hold your titties grandma." The insult came out a bit fractured. He was tired, and unsure of how he was gonna pull this off. "I'm still in this sector."

Normally Angel would cause a scene in this instance giving Husk time to take advantage, but unfortunately that wasn't an option.

The angel didn't give him much time to think. "I suggest you back up." It was clearly a threat the border guard couldn't follow through on. They weren't allowed to leave either unless it was an emergency. Though there was also magic keeping the kitty inside, and the Angels didn't have anything but loyalty keeping them still.

He lowered himself to the ground, giving everyone there the finger. He was unaware of the fact that his face and claws had changed. At that point he saw Alastor at the spot he was going to land. Moving slightly over, Husk looked at the man in almost interest of if the deer demon. It seemed as if Alastor knew what was going on. He couldn't have known though, right?

Alastor grinned and simply walked up to the barrier that kept all of the sector's citizens from leaving, and the angels simply moved out of Alastors way. It didn't stop him at all. This wasn't a surprise with the power that Alastor held, but it wasn't a pleasant thing. Husk went to follow, but the angels kept him from doing so with spears.

Alastors head turned to the ethereal beings, not his body, just his head. "He's my plus one." His full body turned to face the same way as his head. "I need him to help with the meeting." The angels gazed at each other for a moment, but decided that this speech was enough to let Husk through.

Husk just accepted this, he wasn't going to question Al's intent. He rarely ever did, as it was never a good idea to do so. Instead, he bolted past Alastor as soon as they were on the other side, not caring if this put him in a bad position. He had to save Angel as soon as possible. Hopefully Charlie had nothing to do with the meeting. If so, he was gonna risk his life getting the princess out of there.

This castle of Lucifers was much fancier than Alastor's abode by far. Of course the royal family would have a building practically made out of jewels. On top of that, were there humans walking about. Non-cursed humans were skipping about the gardens alongside the angels. What in the world was he even looking at?

Before Husk could get too far from his captor, the red deer's grin creaked and twisted. "I presume this is for Angel's sake?" This made the black cat slow, then stop, and turn, but only slightly. "You better make it quick. My, my, can a tree consume a lot of liquid in such a short time."

What did that ever mean? The radio voice seemed to squeal uncomfortably as Husk thought to himself. It made it hard to understand what Alastor was referring to, but he couldn't spend time on that. He had other matters to attend to. No way was he going to stop and thank the cannibal.

With that, Husk went back into a jog across the lawn of Lucifer's estate. The place was huge and he didn't have a clue where to first head off to. Soon enough the Radio demon was gone from his sight, even if he did a complete one-eighty he was certain the creep was already inside the building. The garden just felt fitting for Charlie's whereabouts, so Husk began there.

The place was filled with red roses and apple trees. Fitting. While other plants arose from the ground here and there. It was no surprise that the lord of this realm would be obsessed with the symbol of forbidden fruit. In a flat second he almost stepped right on a snake. That could have been one of his dearest pets. He would be skinned alive.

Husk thought about asking those that were nearby. The humans who were cropping the hedges, watering the flowers, pruning the trees. Some seemed to be idly enjoying the nice sweet breeze. Was this a form of heaven for them? He knew that the humans could go wherever they pleased, and that the demons were the only one's locked in the sectors, so this was obviously a choice for them.

As he slowly prodded through the garden, focusing on finite details so that he could have a clue of where to look, a familiar voice caught his attention.

It was singing. High pitched, heavenly, and filled with vibravo. Anyone would stop in awe, and despite the rushed situation, so did Husk. It was beautiful, it was stunning. Of course the angelic side of her is what caused this to be the way it was. Tears filled the human's eyes.

" Do you believe that there is something in this world that could stop your heart yet you still live.

Do you believe that there is something in this world that keeps you from reaching your potential?

All I see is walls around me keeping in the dark surrounding.

Feeling empty, yet feeling so full of life.

I want to hear a single voice from the other-"

Husk couldn't wait any longer. He interrupted the ballad with a yelp. This shocked everyone to turn towards the gruff man. "Charlie!" She sat up slowly to this, all princess-like, her blonde hair swaying like feathers. "Come here, we need to talk."

The young lady was dressed to the nines in silks lighter than the sky. Her bright blonde hair adorned in heavy jewelry, and white gloves protected her hands from the air itself. She approached delicately and softly. "Oh Husk. It's a pleasure." she smiled gently.

"Hurry up, we need to find somewhere private." Husk was losing his patience, but in the process the princess acted, well, like a princess. Full of patience, and respect, but not good in informalities.

Soon enough, the feline grabbed the child's arm and dragged her off to the hedge maze with disgrace. "Is it safe to talk in here?"

"I… I mean-" Charlie was distraught, but internally grateful to get away from eyes view. It wasn't exactly the best direction to go but she seemed to change her attitude quickly when they arrived. "I…" She breathed heavily and slowly. "Yes Husk. Though the guards may come to fetch me soon. You could have been more gentle about it, and we would have had more time." Concern was written on her face.

"That's fine, this will be quick. Are you able to use angelic healing techniques."

"Yes bu-"

"Good, hold on tight." Husk grabbed her, and flew straight upwards into the air. Essentially kidnapping her.

A squeal came from her as they rose, in an unexpected panic she did as she was told, much of her jewelry falling to the ground as it wasn't the most secured thing on her head.

She waved downward to the people below, and with an out of breath voice shouted. "It is alright, I have agreed to this!" The guards who were sent to supposedly save her had stopped. One of them, a familiar face, had pinched the bridge of her nose in dismay and flew up to assist the situation. "Vaggie! You don't have to come with me."

The unarmored guard seemed to have no response to this, but rather a reply to Husks actions. "Do you really have to make such a scene?"

Husk scoffed, "You try to get her highness to do something quickly. If I waited for her to accept the invitation she would have sung a song about it for 10 minutes before I could get to what I needed."

Charlie simply smiled humorously at this, aware of her own faults. Vaggie however was perturbed about the situation. "You do know it won't be long before the king himself comes after you?"

"It's okay Vaggie. I'll just say I wanted to do this." She gave a little giggle in hopes that this would be enough to get her guard to let it go despite being unsure of what in the world was even going on.

They had reached the border, and the flying humanoids looked at each other in confusion. Husk knew this would be an issue, but at the same time, they had the princess. She could convince them now? He hoped at least. "Charlie?"

As they float in stasis, the princess thought for a brief moment. "Um… Oh!" An idea came to her quickly. "I'm on an errand for father." She smiled at the sentries. "He wanted me to talk with some of the higher ups who forgot to come to the meeting."

The Angels nodded, turned, and opened the barrier for the three of them. Thus Husk went back to rushing on through with no qualms or patience for those that had opened the way.

—

In the meantime the young actor was huddled tight beneath a large oak, or maybe it was a plum tree? Well to be honest it wasn't easy to tell. Angel wasn't sure, and didn't care, but the fact that there was nothing else to do, the young man started talking. It helped a little from the pain.

With his head up the words he found himself saying weren't exactly that you would expect from Angel, perhaps because he knew that he was supposedly safe here. That nothing could exactly harm him. "You got a minute?" No response. "You see, I'm trying to branch out here." Still no response. "Don't think I'm funny enough to leaf at my jokes?" quiet.

He took a breath before starting again at a different tone. "I spent all that time trading my coke for this. I mean, who does that furball think he is leaving me here to bleed out? Not that you would mind right? My blood aint doin' ya any good or bad." A noise came out from the ground. A groaning noise.

Torches voice broke through the brush. "They went this way, I can smell the blood." He had followed them to finish the job. Was he alone? Angel shut his trap and buried himself in the growth; keeping his breath as slow and steady as possible.

Another voice was with him, and it must've been his sister. "Shut your yap bro, your gonna alert them if they be hidin'." There was a southern ting to it unlike before, and it seemed more masculine than feminine.

Angel's heart rate was beating fast. He had no weapons, no escape plan, and he was dead alone. Not to mention dead as roadkill if they found him. They kept creeping closer to his hiding spot as well. Angel was sweating in fear, and his breathing just kept getting heavier. He had to do something, anything to get him out of the situation.

At that moment, there was a noise in the short distance. A rock? No, it almost sounded like himself? How could that be? In the moment it got Angel to breathe better, as the two voices got farther away, seeming to chase after the shadow of his voice. His muscles relaxed, and the spider went back to focusing on putting pressure on the wound.

Looking down at the ground the blood was starting to pool a bit beneath him. Huh, the human body had a lot of blood, but it seemed that demons were even more fluid based. At least, it seemed like it at the moment. As he stared down at the puddle it seemed as if the ground itself was shifting.

It was moving. The roots seemed to be responding to something. He realized what the problem was, but it was too late. The tree seemingly had been absorbing him slowly in the bark of its base. The tree was more than alive, it was a demon itself, and the blood had awakened it.

"FUCK." This was just perfect, saved by the thing that was going to eat him. At least Angel presumed this. He was just this creature's dinner. Of course trees were going to kill you around here. This was Alastor's territory, fluffy bunnies were bound to eat your rotten corpse if you managed to keep it from anything else.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK." Angel at this point didn't care if Torch, and his entourage could hear him, he was dead either way. Why not make it worse. "Your not voring me you sick fuck." He pulled out a small knife he had slipped under his boot, and stabbed repeatedly. Even if it didn't seem to be helping greatly, it was all he had. The blade wasn't angelic in any way, but it would slow the beast down.

He hoped.

This was not how it should end. Angel had so much he needed to say. So much he needed to do. This would not be his death. He yanked away with every bit he could muster. Tearing tightly at his muscles in the process. The arachnid wasn't built for this, and so no matter how hard he tried, the efforts were wasted. Soon enough, his knife became stuck in the trunk, seemingly being swallowed in the process.

Tears welled up. This was pitiful. Where was Husk anyway it had been HOURS. He felt screwed over, lied to, betrayed. "HUSK YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

"I would never touch my mother like that."

It was Husk. Husk finally came back, just in the nick of time. "For Fucks sake get me out of here." Tears were still welling up, and his voice choked.

Husk had set Charlie down gently, and didn't seem too concerned by the murder death stick. He jostled the knife out first, then pulled out a bottle of beer from his pockets. Uncorked the bottle, and proceeded to pour it on the beast's wound. A squeal erupted from the tree, and it slowly seemed to let Angel go.

The panic from him subsided, but he was still deeply wounded. Glad that the two others didn't seem to come his way. He launched towards his friend, wrapping all four arms around Husk tightly, and burying his head in Husk's shoulder, using it slightly as a snot rag. "I started to think ya forgot about me Husky."

Husk scoffed, and responded with a simple pat on his back. "Right, cause I could forget about you. Now let's get you fixed up."

He sat Angel up against the brush, rather than the death tree, and assured Angel that the beast wouldn't wake up again so soon anyway. That he needed to hold still and let Charlie do her thing.

The whole while Vaggie was unsure of the situation. Seemingly shifting on the side of caution, she pulled her princess to the side to get a quick convo in before Charlie just blindly helped these two. Cause in her heart she knew that Charlie would save anyone no matter what state they were in.

They weren't far, a few feet away, but close enough to see Husk consoling Angel. As the close friend of Charlie looked back and forth at the situation, she sighed. "Charlie."

"Yeah Vaggie? You know I'm always willing to hear you out." This was true, but Charlie couldn't help but feel that she should hurry, so there was a hint of frantic pushed into the words.

Vaggie looked back at her lover with deep stress. "I know they are your friends, but they shouldn't be here. We don't know what got them into this mess."

"We don't have time for that, Angel could die." Charlie turned, unfortunately unable to take any more time to consider. It was this or regret the situation. She approached the two, and thus Husk quickly paced away. "Angel, I'm truly sorry, but this is gonna hurt."

"Nothin' I can't handle sweetheart." There was that defense mechanism kicking back in. It was true though, and Angel could handle quite a bit of pain.

Charlie ungloved her hands, and sharp dark claws appeared. This wasn't what anyone expected. Normally her hands seemed so human. Was she being affected by the curse as well? At that moment, bright golden wings also came into being. Husks eyes widened with further shock. He had never seen this, but it was clear that Vaggie had as the angel turned her head to the side, and was looking at the ground.

With a bright flash of white, Angel screamed in deep agony. It would go on for several minutes, while Charlie's face was full of deep concentration. Other than this however, you couldn't see anything within the surrounding area.

After all was said and done, the light dissipated, what was hidden was revealed, and exhaustion covered Charlie. Her bright crimson eyes glanced down at Angel with hope, and it appeared that the wound was gone. Immediately Angel felt all over his torso. Looking for any sign of the wound, but all that was there was the leftover blood.

"When you learn to do that toots?" Angel gazed up at Charlie with dismay. It was clear she couldn't hear him.

Vaggie ran up to grab her princess. Letting Charlie lean against her in full force. "You have some explaining to do." She snapped. "Charlie is gonna be in deep water thanks to this mess." Charlie hid her face in Vaggies chest, as Husk glanced awkwardly at her. He swore he saw blood from Charlie's mouth. "You all think you can just abuse her kindness so you can get away with anything don't you?"

Husk raised his hands in defense. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't force her to do anything."

This didn't stop Vaggie from glaring intensely back. "You didn't force her? Did I not see you drag her here from the start?!" She went to step towards Husk, wings puffing out from her back.

A quiet voice stopped her, and Charlie looked up sincerely at her beloved. "Vaggie. It's okay." a small smirk grew. "If I heard that Angel was in trouble, I would have agreed to do this anyway." She coughed, making everyone jump.

Angel stood up, nice and slow. "What happened? Is Charlie okay?" He felt internally guilty, his body shook.

"She'll be fine." Vaggie looked away. "I still want an explanation though. Let's go somewhere, somewhere more comfortable."

Husk gestured, "My place will have to do, but we need a disguise for Angel here. You know what will happen to him if he's caught."

With that, Vaggie pulled something from her back, a pocket dimension perhaps, and a deep pink robe materialized. "Here." She tossed it to Angel, and the spider put it on.

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