"No fucking way, Alastor you're MY Alastor! This whole fucking time that I have been looking for ya and your right under my damn nose." Angel deflated in disbelief, staring up at the demon in front of him, this man was his husband, he was married to the radio demon. "Antonia, what the hell happened to you, why are you down here? You should be upstairs with Mother not down here with me, you were a good woman while we were alive." Alastor asked as he sat next to Angel and took his hand into his own a look of concern etching itself onto his face. Angel scoffed bitterly tearing his hands away. "It's Anthony now, no one has called me Antonia since about two years after ya got killed. I think what may have damned me was fitting that guy who took you away from me with a Chicago overcoat then going back home ta New York and gettin' involved with the family business. I got quite good with my guns, hardly eva missed my targets, ya know ya would have been proud. I turned ta drugs ta try ta forget the sight of your mangled body laying there in the mud, it never did work all it did was end my miserable life." Angel looked down at his hands as he spoke his heart almost swelling with emotion as the reality of the situation began to sink in. Joy, hope, despair, rage, and dread. After all, he knew that his life once Alastor had passed had taken a horribly dark turn. He wasn't quite ready yet to tell the other man just how grim things got.
Alastor stared long at Angel watching the conflicting emotions flash in his eyes, his heart lurching from Angels' abrupt rejection of his hand. "Well Anthony my dear I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am to have found you after all these years, I am so sorry that I had to leave your side so soon darling. If you would have me I would love to pick up where we left off if time has been too great, and if you no longer wish to be by my side I would be heartbroken but I understand. Take some time to think on it, I know this has been a lot to take in for one day." Alastor stood up and made his way to the door leaving the spider to his own devices with a tentative smile playing on his lips before slipping into the shadows and zipping away to his room. Angel sat there for a few minutes letting the full weight of the situation fall onto his shoulders, he pulled out his Hellphone and quickly scrolled through his contacts. He pressed call once he finally found the person he was looking for and waited for the other line to connect. "Hey bitch how's it going. I haven't heard from you in a while what's going on Angie?"
"I found him Cherri, I found Alastor and I don't know how ta feel bout it. After how many years I spent searching for him, I never thought I would find him." Angel touched his upper left hand where his wedding band lay hidden behind his hot pink glove. "He wants ta get back togetha, I know I am not the woman he was in love with when we were alive." His grip tightened on his phone as his breathing became more erratic and a burning sensation pricked his eyes. "Angie, you always said that he was the best thing that ever happened to you. He got you out of your dads toxic grasp for a few years why are you so hesitant to give this a shot again?" Cherri softly questioned. "Because Cherri if he eva finds out the type of person I became afta he left he wouldn't want me anymore. The truth would kill us before our relationship would even get started. I can't just keep it secret." His breathing became more erratic as the panic began to set in. "Ange relax just breathe, this is hell right? We've all done some pretty shady shit to end up here. You told me he was a serial killer, anything that happened after him wasn't your fault. Victim of circumstance or some shit like that, I'm sure he would understand." Cherri disconnected the call as Angel sat there unmoving trapped within his thoughts.
Memories of the past played over and over again in his mind both the blissful and the macabre, everything from his first meeting with Al to deals gone wrong. He began to feel that overwhelming itch beneath his skin and craved his namesake, briefly, he even considered getting ahold of Valentino for a hit. He dismissed that notion as fast as it came, best not to give that disgusting moth another reason to lord his influence over Angel more than strictly necessary after all he was trying to get away from his keeper. Perhaps this thing with Alastor was the answer to all of his problems, after all, Alastor is an overlord just like Val, and considering Angel was technically married to Al then he shares his title. Has something like this ever happened before in hell? Angel seriously doubted it, but if it was giving him a chance of an out from his contract with the Pimp then if for no other reason, he was gonna take it. Yes, he still loved his husband that hadn't changed in the almost ninety years since Alastor died, he always would but after several years of abuse both self-inflicted and from outside sources he was done with this vicious cycle. Finally, he would be free.