Oh, and this song was cut in the original chapter. Enjoy a little taste of Wicked mix with Hazbin Hotel
RavenDragon: Ok, now this one is much better Angel. I promise.
Angel: Thanks.
RavenDragon: Before we start, we will need a little Christmas Spirit.
RavenDragon snapped her fingers and the theater was covered in Christmas decorations, even the lobby was transformed into a Christmas Wonderland. There were even some holiday-themed drinks and treats. She even changed into her holiday-themed dress.
Lucifer: (whistles) Not bad.
Charlie: It's all beautiful.
Aasha: Awesome.
RavenDragon: Yep. It's all perfect. And on Christmas Eve, there will be a Winter dance called the Yule Ball.
Angel: The what?
RavenDragon: It's a big Christmas dance—something I like hosting for all of my friends from every multiverse.
Alastor: A dance?
Kara: That sounds fun.
Molly: And we get to dress up? Count me in.
RavenDragon: It's a dance from Hogwarts, a school for wizardry and witchcraft.
Victoria: Wait? It's real? I thought it was just a story.
RavenDragon: It's real in the multiverse. I just hope the Weasley Twins don't pop in like always. But that's a problem for another day. Let's start the episode.
(The scene opened to a dimly lit room. Angel Dust is lying on Alastor's bed, heavily bandaged. Alastor sits beside him, humming softly while Fat Nuggets curls up at the foot of the bed.)
ALASTOR: (whispering) You are safe here, mon ange.
(Angel tosses and turns, whimpering and crying in his sleep. Alastor gently touches his shoulder, calming him as he continues humming.)
ALASTOR: (to himself, quietly) Such cruelty... No one should suffer as you have.
(Fat Nuggets looks up at Alastor and snuggles closer to Angel. Alastor pats the pig's head before turning his attention back to Angel.)
Victoria, Molly, Charlie, and Lucifer: Aww!
Angel and Alastor groaned.
(By morning, Alastor stands near the bed, pouring a glass of water. His shadows return, bringing medical supplies and alcohol. As he prepares to redress Angel's wounds, Angel stirs awake.)
ANGEL: (weakly, groggy) Where... where am I?
(Alastor kneels beside him, smiling warmly.)
ALASTOR: (cheerfully) Welcome to the land of sin, Angel dear! How are you feeling?
(Angel blinks, his vision clearing. He glances around the room, realizing he's back at the hotel. His gaze lands on Alastor, who is gently dabbing at his arm with a cloth.)
ANGEL: (confused) Alastor? Why are you...?
(He winces as Alastor wraps a fresh bandage around his arm. His cheeks flush slightly as he notices how gentle Alastor is.)
ANGEL: (softly) Thank you...
Angel gave Alastor a small smile.
(Before Alastor can respond, there's a sudden knock at the door. Both demons stiffen.)
KARA: (from outside) Alastor! You awake?
(Alastor's ears perk up like a startled deer. He gestures for his shadows to block the door.)
Lucifer: Really selling the whole "deer in the headlights."
Alastor growls.
ALASTOR: (nervously) Kara! What brings you here so early?
KARA: (casually) Charlie, Vaggie, and I couldn't find Angel. Thought I'd check with you... (Kara tries the door, but the shadow blocks her entry. She frowns.) What's with the barricade?
(Angel smirks as he watches Alastor panic. Kara glares at the shadow, forcing it to retreat. She bursts into the room and freezes at the sight of Angel lying in bed.)
KARA: (teasing, triumphant) Oh. My. Satan! I knew it! You were worried about him!
ALASTOR: (flustered) It's not what it looks like!
KARA: (ignoring him, smug) I told Husker you'd find Angel! He owes me big time.
Husk: Oh for fucks sake! That was the bet I lost again you?!
Kara: Yep. And relax I didn't ask for your soul. Just twenty bucks.
Husk: (grumbles) I'm too old for this shit.
(Alastor groans, muttering about "skinning that feline." Kara changes the subject.)
KARA: Anyway, since you found Angel, I'm inviting you two to Jazz Night at my club. Dress up, it's gonna be fancy.
(Angel's eyes light up.)
ANGEL (excited) Dress up? Oh, I've been dying to wear that pink dress you let me buy!
KARA (smirking) Perfect timing. I left it in your room. Don't be late, lovebirds.
(Kara winks and exits. Alastor glares after her while Angel stifles a laugh.)
Molly giggled.
Andy: So it's a date night?
Alastor: What?! That's not a date!
Aasha: It sounds like a date.
(Alastor carries Angel into his room and sets him gently into a chair by the vanity. Angel grabs a foundation bottle but winces as pain shoots through his injured arm.)
ALASTOR: (concerned) Allow me, my dear.
(Angel hesitates but nods. Alastor picks up the foundation and starts applying it with practiced ease.)
Angel: Didn't know you were an expert in makeup?
Alastor: I sometimes helped my mother with her church makeup.
Angel: You really are a mama's boy.
Alastor: (growls) Watch it!
Molly: Relax Alastor. Tony here won't admit it, but he was a mama's boy too.
Angel: (gasps) I was not!
Arackniss: You were. You always went crying to Ma.
Angel: (sputters) I did not! At least I wasn't always Daddy's golden boy.
Arackniss: Not funny!
Henroin: Boys, behave.
Angel/Arackniss: (slumped in their seats) Yes, Pops.
(A montage begins as Alastor carefully applies Angel's makeup: foundation, blush, eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss. Alastor uses his finger to spread the gloss across Angel's lips. Angel's heart races.)
ALASTOR: (stepping back) You look beautiful, mon cher. See for yourself.
(Angel gazes into the mirror, stunned.)
ANGEL: (whispering) Wow...
(The makeup is inspired by the 1920s: smoky eyes, rosy cheeks, ruby-red lips. Angel smiles, clearly impressed. Angel retrieves the pink dress from his wardrobe. He disappears into the bathroom and reemerges, twirling in the flapper-style dress.)
ANGEL: What do you think?
(Alastor taps his chin thoughtfully before snapping his fingers. His microphone appears as he uses his powers to transform the dress. The dress now sparkles with sequins, pearls, and intricate designs. A rhinestone headband completes the look.)
ALASTOR: (grinning) Much better! You look like a true starlet.
Aasha: Meow! You could give Molly a run for her money.
Angel: Not to brag but I did have the better figure.
Molly: Yeah right.
Angel: Then how come your dresses always fit me better?
Molly: Oh fuck you.
Angel: Love you too sis!
(Angel stares at his reflection, nearly speechless.)
ANGEL: Al, this is... amazing.
(Alastor offers his arm with a bow.)
ALASTOR: Shall we?
(With a wave of his hand, they teleport to Kara's club.)
Charlie: It's so sweet and romantic.
(The scene changed to Kara's club. The club is lively with music and dancing. Couples perform the Charleston and Fox Trot while others mingle. Charlie, Vaggie, Kara, Husk, Andy, and Nifty spot Angel and Alastor as they enter. Their jaws drop.)
KARA: Angie?! I didn't make those changes.
ANGEL: (proudly) You can thank Smiles for that.
KARA: (laughing) Alastor as a fairy godmother? Now that's new.
Husk smirked while Niffty looked like she was gonna read a romance novel on Alastor and Angel.
Victoria: I guess he's not so bad.
Andy: I'll say.
Alastor: Ok, ok, cut the mushy stuff.
(She motions for the band to change the music. A spotlight shines on Angel and Alastor.)
KARA: Come on, you two! Show us what you've got.
(Angel grabs Alastor's hand, pulling him to the dance floor. Jazz music swells as the two begin to dance.)
KARA:
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
(The duo moves seamlessly across the floor. Alastor leads with fluid precision, twirling Angel under his arm before pulling him back into a dramatic dip. Angel follows effortlessly, his dress catching the light with every spin.)
KARA:
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
(As the lyrics echo through the room, Angel loses himself in the moment. Alastor's movements are confident, almost theatrical, but his grip on Angel is steady, protective.)
Molly: Whoa!
Aasha: You boys can move.
(Midway through the song, Angel surprises everyone by taking control of the dance. With a playful smirk, he spins Alastor into an unexpected turn. The crowd gasps, but Alastor matches the energy, laughing as he lets Angel lead for a moment.)
ANGEL: (grinning) Didn't think I could take the lead, huh?
ALASTOR: (chuckling, spinning back into position) A daring move, but don't get too comfortable, darling.
KARA:
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
(Alastor smoothly reclaims the lead, transitioning them into a series of rapid, intricate steps that leave the crowd awestruck.)
Everyone looked in awe at the dancing.
KARA:
When marimbas start to play
Hold me close, make me sway
Like an ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
(They end the sequence with a dramatic pose, Angel arched backward in Alastor's arms as the final notes of the music linger in the air. Cheers erupt from the audience as Alastor gently pulls Angel upright. Both of them are breathless, but their eyes lock in a shared moment of quiet exhilaration.)
Cherri: They are definitely gonna kiss.
Angel: Cherri!
Cherri: What?! I see it happening.
(Alastor leans in and places a lingering kiss on Angel's lips, his hand resting tenderly on Angel's cheek. The room falls silent for a heartbeat before bursting into even louder cheers and whistles. Angel, slightly dazed but smiling, rests his forehead against Alastor's.)
Cherri: Called it!
ANGEL: (softly) Al... that was... wow.
ALASTOR: (grinning, brushing a stray curl from Angel's face) A performance to remember, wouldn't you agree?
(The scene shifts to Angel sitting alone in a quiet corner of the club, away from the vibrant crowd. The light is dim, and he gazes longingly at Alastor, who is chatting with other guests. Angel takes a deep breath, his voice soft and vulnerable.)
ANGEL:
Hands brush, eyes meet,
A fleeting moment, bittersweet.
Hearts race in a dizzy whirl,
He could be the one... but I'm not that boy.
(Angel's fingers trace the edge of his cocktail glass as he looks down, his confidence wavering.)
Don't dream too high,
Don't forget the reasons why.
Don't believe in that spark of joy.
He could be the one...
I'm not that boy.
Arackniss: Never thought we hear you singing a bitter love ballad.
Angel: Oh don't you start.
(The music swells gently, the melody carrying Angel's bittersweet emotions. His gaze shifts to Alastor, whose smile lights up the room. Angel sighs, turning away as tears glisten in his eyes.)
ANGEL:
Every so often, we yearn to stray
To the dream of "what might have been."
But that doesn't soften the pain we face
When reality breaks back in.
(Angel runs a hand through his hair, his posture slumping as memories of Valentino's cruelty flash in his mind.)
ANGEL:
Blithe grin, smooth charm,
He deserves someone with no scars.
Strong will, with a heart so pure.
That's the boy he'd choose,
But I would lose...
I'm not that boy.
(Angel stands, his movements slow and deliberate. He turns back to Alastor, watching as the Radio Demon throws his head back in laughter, entirely unaware of Angel's turmoil.)
Angel looked like he wanted to say something to Alastor but he kept it inside.
ANGEL:
Don't hope, don't start,
Wishing only breaks your heart.
I wasn't made for a love so sure.
There's a boy I know...
He loves me, though...
I'm not that boy.
(As the final notes fade, Angel's voice falters, and he places a hand over his chest, conflicted. The lights dim around him, leaving him in shadow as Alastor remains bathed in the warm glow of the party.)