A/N:

Hi everyone! Back with a new update : ) Alastor and Angel continue trying to feel their way through their new situation as they prepare for their first date lol. And others take new steps in their lives too! I hope you enjoy it ^w^

Partners

Chapter 29:

New Paths

Valentino was walking through the studio when he heard his phone ring. He pulled it out and smirked at the familiar television overlord name that came up, then answered. "Vox… If you're ready to come crawling back, I've got some time after lunch to let you try."

"Not gonna happen," Vox replied without missing a beat.

Valentino gripped the phone and raised an eyebrow. "What—"

"Look," Vox interrupted, "I don't want to get into everything right now, so I'll make this quick. I had a word with Alastor."

Valentino chuckled and shook his head. "See, this is your problem, Vox. You make this big announcement about changing your life, then you find yourself right back with the man who fucked it up from the start. I'm just shocked you're not dead. Maybe Alastor DOES have a thing for you too…"

There was no yelling or sounds of annoyance from Vox. He was easy and straightforward when he replied, and he didn't take the bait. "We had a little chat, overlord to overlord, and came to an arrangement. Alastor won't try to kill us for now for what we did at his radio tower, and you will put Angel back on his usual schedule - no private parties, no overnight stays, no rough customers as punishment."

Valentino stopped walking. His face was stony. "And why the hell would I agree to do that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll take all your commercials and pornos and broadcasts off every screen in hell."

"Fuck you. Now quit playing around and—"

The lights of the studio flickered. Then Valentino heard murmurs of concern coming from everywhere at once. He glanced into one of the porn set rooms - all the cameras were dark. He pulled up Voxtagram on his phone - all his porn stars accounts were down. He looked outside - the digital billboard across the street normally broadcasting hints of the sultry delights to be found in the studio was dark too.

Vox spoke again. "Agree, Val, or so help me I will leave your entire industry in the dark, and I don't care what you do about it."

Valentino gritted his teeth. "You are pushing a lot of wrong buttons, Vox."

"Spare me, Val. Also you're welcome for making sure Alastor won't kill you and Vel along with not killing me. Now just say yes - take a fucking break from overload drama and playing with Angel. Go have fun with one of your other toys."

Valentino's eyes narrowed. "Fine. I will text Angel now."

"Good. Thank you."

"And the next time I see you around here, you better have a big fucking apology prepared."

"I've got other priorities - I'll deal with you being pissed at me later, Val. And while I'm away, keep an eye on Velvet. I know she's not with you right now or she would have grabbed the phone out of your hand to say hi. That means she's somewhere unsupervised. Just remember that when you ignore ME, I just get passive aggressively pissed. When you ignore her, people get stabbed. She doesn't like to be lonely."

"That's why if Angel Cakes could help babysit her—"

"Everything with Alastor is already arranged. Do NOT fuck with Angel."

Valentino sighed. "Yeah, you've got your arrangement. But either way, this a shitty time for a damn existential crisis, Vox."

"We're in hell - all the times are shitty." Vox hesitated. "Anyway, I gotta go now. Just…take care of yourselves or whatever. Oh, and your screens are back on. Bye."

Vox hung up. Valentino glanced back into the porn set room - the cameras were back on. He glanced at his phone - all the Voxtagram accounts were up again. He glanced outside - the billboard was lit up brightly once more. That only left the matter of Velvet…

Down the hall he heard some girls scream, and not in a sexy way. Valentino strode forward and entered a dressing room. Sure enough there was Velvet, throwing butter knives at the walls for fun while three of his cage dancers cowered in fear. He walked in and pulled Velvet out of the room. "Come on, Vel, we're gonna play a game - it's called 'if you won't stop damaging my merchandise, then you stay up in our VIP lounge'."

Velvet rolled her eyes and sighed. "Aw, but being up there without Voxy to annoy is no fun."

"Go visit one of your goddamn bakeries then! Do something productive! I'm busy!" Valentino flung out his arms. "We're overlords in hell - YOU should be busy too!"

"Uh, being an overlord is exactly why I'm NOT busy - I have other demons oversee all the boring stuff for me so I can have fun." Velvet considered. "But I guess I could do some baking experiments here in the kitchen…"

Valentino rubbed his temple. "Fuck, fine! We only use the kitchen to make chicken wings and nachos anyway!" He turned a corner with her and gestured to the double kitchen doors. "Knock yourself out. But no serving anything you make to the customers AND you stay the fuck away from the staff, got it?"

Velvet just grinned, eyes wide. "Now this could be VERY fun!" Then she skipped through the doors and entered the kitchen.

About now Vox normally would have made some kind of resigned remark about Velvet and then suggested a good way for Valentino to relax, and Valentino would have made some snide joke about Angel or one of the other porn stars, and they would have both laughed.

Instead he trudged back to the VIP room and settled in with a very tall drink - determined to not give Vox the fucking satisfaction of missing him.

Alastor found himself in the familiar position of waiting downstairs in the hotel lobby for Angel for one of their usual walks together.

Of course, nothing was 'usual' between them anymore. For instance, Alastor had never begun a walk with Angel feeling like every fiber of his demonic being was abuzz. But they had agreed that walks could easily still be part of their new arrangement, and also for the sake of appearances it seemed best to keep up their usual routine. Additionally, a walk meant they could talk more in a public setting as opposed to talking somewhere privately where things might happen that would leave Alastor feeling like an emergency broadcast signal was about to go off in his head while his heart warmed and his tail wagged to no end.

Alastor glanced at the door to Charlie's office and considered again the terrible idea that had occurred to him earlier when contemplating how to handle his new situation with Angel. He had his pride, of course, and wouldn't go to her unless he had no other choice… And yet part of him was growing too curious to resist seeking her assistance much longer.

"Hey Alastor!" Angel suddenly called from the top of the stairs, and Alastor's ears perked up. "Guess who I brought to go on our walk with us…"

Alastor turned to see Angel leading Fat Nuggets down the stairs on a leash. As soon as the little pig laid eyes on Alastor he raced up to the Radio Demon, curly tail wagging.

Angel laughed. "Nuggets was dying to see you." He lowered his voice and added. "He's been sleeping by that secret door to your room every night since we had that fight before the party."

Alastor bent down and gave the pig a light pat. "I have missed you as well, Fat Nuggets! You are intelligent and an excellent companion for your master."

"I ain't his master, I'm his daddy." Angel rubbed Nuggets cheeks. "Isn't that right?"

The pig oinked then walked around both demons to draw them together with his leash. He sat down and stared up at them. Angel sighed. "I think he's trying to tell us something."

Alastor nodded. "And I appreciate his direct approach. Ha!"

Angel chuckled a little as Alastor stepped out of the loop of the leash and turned toward the door. "Come along then, and we'll begin our stroll! I know you like the park, Fat Nuggets!"

Fat Nuggets trotted forward. Angel came beside Alastor as Alastor's magic opened the door. "This'll be fun." Angel grinned. "See, I knew we'd be fine still doing the friendship stuff."

"I'd never give up walks with you for anything," Alastor added with a chuckle, and Angel blushed. Alastor's grin widened. "Ah but we should avoid such obvious displays as blushing."

"Well, if you'd quit flirting with me." Angel smirked.

Alastor swallowed and glowed quite brightly.

"Ha!" Angel held up his head in triumph. "Now who's being obvious, Romeo?"

Alastor took a breath, and his usual color returned. "Perhaps we could encourage each other to be more careful by…making a game of it?"

Angel's eyes brightened. "See, this right here is HEALTHY risk-taking - as opposed to your usual kind that can get you killed - and I'm proud of you for it. What are you thinking?"

Alastor's eyes narrowed playfully. "No matter what we discuss on our walk, we betray no signs of affection. If one of us fails, they lose."

"And what happens to the loser?" Angel asked, intrigued.

"Hmm…well, the usual consequences of death and torture and humiliation are out…"

"How about the loser brings the winner breakfast in bed tomorrow?"

Alastor's eyes widened. Then he gave a nod. "I accept the terms of the wager."

"Swell, Smiles." Angel grinned flirtatiously. "Let's go." He sauntered down the front steps, and Alastor rolled his eyes and followed after Angel.

As the door shut behind them, Niffty came dashing inside from the garden with colored pencils in one hand and a rolled up paper in the other, looking around eagerly. She zipped behind the bar, zipped around the lobby, then zipped into the kitchen where she found who she was looking for. "Husk!"

Husk jumped and woke up from his nap at the kitchen table. He was met with Niffty's big, beaming smile. He rubbed his head that had been resting on his arms beside a half eaten sandwich and a bottle of beer. "Niffty, don't surprise me like that - it's bad for my permanent hangover." The smaller demon had a twinkle in her eye - a bad sign for the rest of his quiet afternoon.

"But I've got something for you! Look!" She dashed over and opened up the paper.

Husks' eyes widened and his ears fell.

It was a poster. The top read 'Have You Seen Me?' And the bottom read: 'Special Friend from the Hazbin Open House! Tall, Pretty, Blonde Spider Lady. Someone Wants to See You Again!'

Nifty started talking - Husk could faintly hear it against the buzzing in his ears. "Baxter told me she was tall and blonde and a spider, but I figured you could tell me more about her so I could draw a picture to go with the poster! This way we'll find her for you for sure!"

Husk stood quickly and held up both of his hands. He spoke as calmly as he could manage. "Niffty, we are not putting up 'Lost Friend' posters all over hell. I am not obsessively hunting her down. If she wants to talk to me, she knows where to find me."

"But, Husk, maybe she doesn't know how much you want to—"

"This is a bad idea! The answer's no, Niffty!"

Niffty blinked then frowned. Her voice quieted. "Oh…okay. I'm sorry, Husk. I didn't mean to get carried away." She tried to smile again. "You're right, I'm probably pushing you a little. Even Baxter said it might be too much…" She rolled up the poster and turned to head away.

Husk frowned, cursed himself mentally, then sighed. "Niffty…wait." She stopped, and he walked over, arms crossed. "It wasn't a 'bad' idea. It's just…not my style. But I appreciate it, okay?"

Niffty smiled a little more and looked up at him. "I understand. If you decide there's anything you want to try to find her, I'm always here for you, Husk. Anything at all. I just really want to help you!" Her eagerness was back.

Husk rubbed his temple. "Okay, look…I do have one idea. It's a long shot, but what the hell. You can ask Angel if he knows any other spider demons and where they might hang out. This chick stopped trying to give me a hard time once she heard his name, so…I don't know, maybe they know each other." He shook his head. "But don't tell Angel I'm the one looking or what it's for! I don't want this to turn into a whole big thing the entire hotel gets involved in. Just see what you can get out of him! He likes talking to you." He shrugged. "And for reference, yeah, she…was tall and blond and pretty like your poster says," Husk quickly murmured, "And she likes moonshine and strawberry-colored lipstick and that's all I know!"

Niffty gasped, her smile and eye bright again. "Husk…is she a 'special' friend?"

Husk glared at her. "Forget it." He turned around.

Niffty zipped right up to him. "I'll ask, and I won't let Miss Angel know who or what it's for. Promise. And I won't start writing fun stories about you and the spider lady to go with my ones about Alastor and Angel even though I REALLY want to."

Husk swallowed and flushed a little. He grumbled under his breath. "Thanks…"

Niffty gave him a hug then dashed away and out of the kitchen.

Husk ran the water in the sink and splashed some on his face. Fuck Alastor for making him come here. Something about this hotel messed with a demon. It was like the place was trying to make people…happy, which was ironic considering Charlie's original name for the hotel. Husk felt better hiding from all of those messy and fragile feelings though, safe in a casino or at a dive bar. This place made a demon open up, and he almost couldn't find enough booze to fight it anymore.

Walking through the park alone had been an adequate pastime for Alastor. Walking with Angel for the last few weeks as new companions had been an entertaining experience. But walking today as two demons involved with one another was a true joy. And trying to put on a show like nothing had changed - especially with their little wager in place - was quite fun.

Angel grinned casually. "Got the text from Val. I'm on normal shifts starting tonight. Having off was nice, but getting back to having fun on stage sounds nice too - especially with no surprise private parties to deal with."

Alastor nodded, twirling his cane. "If Valentino tries anything with you, please inform me immediately. If you say my name near any radio, I'll hear it. And I'll come."

Angel swallowed and had to try very hard not to blush. "What - you gonna beat up Val then scoop me up and carry me out of the studio?"

"It would only be fair since you did the same to me from my radio tower."

Angel rolled his eyes. "Anyway, being back at work means I'm busy most nights again, but I made sure to get the night off this weekend for our date. Told Val I had to take care of some important stuff from the open house. I don't think he wants to touch that night or the hotel with a ten foot pole - he nearly pissed off the King and Queen after all. Also he got his ass politely kicked by Charlie."

Alastor laughed. "She is certainly a force to be reckoned with. And I'm glad you are free for our date. And I'm glad you are here with me now." He raised an eyebrow. "I usually prefer to be alone most of the time, but now I…find being with you under any circumstances distinctly preferable."

"It happens when you catch feelings for someone," Angel explained, eyes a little hazed. "Being together gets comfortable."

The Radio Demon nodded. He looked ahead to admire the flowers and the trees and how other demons both turned in their direction at the presence of Angel yet kept their distance at the sight of Alastor. They could rule this whole city together if they wanted. At the very least Alastor was seriously thinking of incorporating this park into his territory. He was due for some expansion anyway. "Ever since you and I became acquainted, everything in hell feels quite new all of a sudden. No one down here has ever made me feel this way." He glanced over to see Angel watching him, biting his lip. Alastor tilted his head. "What?"

Angel shook his head."Nothing. It…might be too personal to ask about out here."

"Are you saying you don't think I can handle our little wager about remaining composed?"

Angel sighed, smiling more. "Okay. I was just wondering…I mean, you said no one ever made you feel how I do. So…when did you start feeling like that about me?"

Alastor's eyes widened very much. His glow increased slightly but he managed to control it. "I suppose…I suppose…" He tilted his head. "It was the first time we cooked together, when Niffty ran in and I fell, and my tail was…exposed. You helped me up. And you talked to me about your feet and said bodies were different for everyone after all." He gripped his cane. "No one else in a potential position of power over me ever hasn't used it to hurt me. I liked you for being the first. And the liking grew that first night we met in my office shortly afterwards. I really did not want you to go."

Angel was smiling kindly. "Wanna know when I first realized I liked you?"

Alastor nodded, intrigued.

Angel shrugged. "Well, I knew for sure that night you waited up for me in my room after my first party where I was spying on Val and Vox and Vel. You checked up on me, like how I was mattered to you. And I hated so much how they talked about you. And I wanted to kiss you so bad, just once." He took a breath. "But, even if I didn't know at the time, everything probably started on our first walk when you actually talked to me like a person instead of a hooker - and when I realized you might be gay too, so I actually had a shot."

Alastor stopped walking. Fat Nuggets instantly changed direction to go back over to Alastor. Angel turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Alastor's face was frozen in a quizzical smile for a moment. Then he spoke. "Am I gay?"

Angel blinked. "Uh…well…I mean, you and I are guys and involved with each other. And I guess you could be bi or pan but I haven't seen you react much to girls or anyone else… Like those cannibal fan girls of yours on our first walk - you smile and flirt and toss your hat, and they get wild for you, but then you walk away like it's nothing. Like seriously, any one of those chicks would jump you in a heartbeat if you gave the green light." Alastor rolled his eyes as Angel went on. "But guys seem to get under your skin a little more - Valentino, Vox, me. So it made me think you swing that way." Angel shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't mean to assume…"

"No." Alastor held up a hand. "It's just simply that my greater concern in life was the fact that I…didn't care much for anyone in particular at all. The type of person I'd be inclined to pursue if the interest struck me rarely crossed my mind." He furrowed his brow. "I assumed that having no interest in amorous pursuits was a product of my mind being a tad…warped." His eyes widened. "Are you saying my preference against sins of the flesh isn't uncommon? That there other people like me? But ones who aren't crazed murderers?"

Angel's jaw fell, and then he threw open his arms. "Al…uh…yes! Not getting attracted to people physically or romantically isn't some kind of sign of being disturbed! It's normal!" He almost frowned. "Didn't anyone ever tell you…or did you try to talk to anyone?"

"I'm talking to you - right now!" Alastor shrugged. His smile had grown. "I'm…normal. Hmm…a first time for everything, I suppose." He raised an eyebrow. "So I can be the way I am and also gay?"

"You can be whatever it feels right to be, Smiles." Angel's smile was encouraging.

"Good!" Alastor swung a fist through the air. "Ladies are pleasant but frankly I only flirt with them for attention or to get things I want. They don't interest me deeply. But you're right…men of certain characters sometimes get close." Alastor continued to think it over, twirling his cane. "There are other people like me…I am perfectly well about these matters…Hmm…"

"Wow, I think you just went through an entire sexual and romantic orientation awakening without skipping a beat." Angel chuckled. "Well, if you want to talk more, I'm here."

Alastor's eyes brightened and he turned back to Angel. "What about you? Did you always know you were gay?"

"Oh yeah - I was queen from the cradle."

"Were sins of the flesh always a temptation?"

"To be fair, sex is really fun if you like doing it."

"How did you express all of your glorious confidence and style in life?"

That question made Angel hesitate. He was still smiling but it had stiffened at the corners. "I didn't." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Al, come on, we lived around the same era. You know how people were about…different types."

Alastor nodded but shrugged. "Still, you're such an unstoppable performer, I can't help but imagine you sneaking out at night to some speakeasy in one of your romantic feminine ensembles for a stunning midnight show on a bright stage."

The playful flirting didn't make the spider's usual amused tone return though, and yet still Angel smiled like nothing was the matter. "There was no stage for me in life, Alastor. There was no Angel Dust." His voice quieted. "Anthony hid things until he couldn't anymore, and then he disappeared into the streets. And none of that was romantic or stunning or bright. I knew who I was…doesn't mean I ever got a chance to enjoy it back there."

Alastor could tell Angel was deeply affected - Nuggets was nuzzling the spider's leg. And yet Angel's casual smile still remained.

"You are upset," Alastor whispered, "I apologize for causing it. We should return to the hotel."

"Hey, not so fast." Angel almost laughed. "Who says I'm upset? See this smile of mine? This game of 'keeping it together out here' was always rigged in my favor, Al. I'm paid to pretend to be happy even when I'm not. And if I don't do it…well, enough bad things have happened to me that I know better. But I'm fine, really." Yet Nuggets kept cuddling up against his daddy.

Alastor's smile shrank a little more. "Then I forfeit. I concede to you." He bowed slightly at the waist. "And I shall bring you breakfast in bed the morning."

Angel couldn't hide a small blush at that announcement.

Alastor grinned again. "Drat - the irony that only by winning was I able to make you let down your guard. Ah well. I'll see you bright and early." Alastor winked. Then he snapped his fingers. One of the rose bushes subtly reached out a tendril, offering a flower to Angel. "I understand, in my own way, what it's like to feel like you are not allowed to stop smiling."

Angel blushed and smiled more and plucked it, acting for the public like he was just picking a flower. "I promised Nuggets we'd at least take a walk around the fountain before heading back. He wants to show his Uncle Alastor how good he swims."

Angel continued forward with Alastor following and Nuggets trotting along.

Angel considered as he admired the flower. "Do you EVER lose the smile, Smiles?"

"Rarely. Once recently though…" Alastor swallowed. "During our night in my office, after I'd realized you'd fallen asleep."

Angel hesitated. "Is that a…bad thing or a good thing?"

Alastor glowed a little. "A good thing, I suppose, if those are the two choices. It happened the moment I knew there was a chance we could be good for each other after all." He cleared his throat. "Did you have a moment like that?"

"Lots of 'em. Right now is one."

They were both doing a horrible job at maintaining their composure - thankfully they were saved by bursting into laughter as Fat Nuggets sighted the fountain and dashed forward to splash in it. They lingered nearby while he played, everything seeming well again.

Yet on the way back Alastor couldn't help but be lost in some thoughts, and Angel couldn't help a distant and sad look in his eye.

Alastor noticed - and he had plans for their breakfast tomorrow.

"Welcome to our cafe, I'll show you to your seat!" Louise smiled brightly and led a new customer to a table inside the cafe.

Abel came in from the back with an empty tray in hand. "How's your first hostess shift going?"

Louise beamed. "Swell! This is nice - I feel like I'm helping people. They're hungry, and I'm getting them started on something good to eat."

"Are you sure you want to pick up shifts here as a hostess?" Abel hesitated. "I've been saving up a lot on my own. You could be relaxing or planning the wedding…"

"I'm afraid Charlie's already taken over as wedding planner," Louise giggled. "And besides, I like the idea of working beside you. We get to be together more. And this is where we first met." Her eyes hazed.

Abel blushed a little and smiled more. "I like having you here too. It's a big help. I'm surprised the new owner allowed for a hostess in the budget since the old one never did."

"New owner? I didn't realize the place had changed hands. Do you know them?"

Abel shook his head. "No. I just know that he made a good offer and the old owner couldn't turn him down. But I think he's doing good things here. There's a new sign coming for out front, and a bunch of rose bushes just got planted out back. We're even growing our own vegetables now. And of course he let me hire you as hostess, which makes him Aces in my book."

Louise's tail wagged. "Things are really looking up, Abel, I can feel it. A lot of good stuff is gonna start happening."

"I think so too." He kissed her forehead, and then the bell over the door dinged as some new customers entered.

Louise stepped back. "Gotta get back to work. And I told Charlie we'd be keeping some odd hours for now while we're both working extra and also coming up with different ideas for the wedding - so let's make and have dinner here later once we close up, okay? It'll be cozy."

Abel's eyes hazed and he nodded. "You got it, Louise."

They shared a smile and then got back to their jobs.

After his phone call with Valentino, Vox ha felt kind of…amazing. Valentino was always flexing his power as the self-proclaimed leader of their little overlord trio, but now Vox had flexed his power for the first time in a long time. He felt like he'd spent so long keeping up with Valentinos's challenges and Velvet's shenanigans (and Alastor's annoying games) that he'd almost forgotten he was an overlord in his own right and one of the most well-known ones in hell. His power ran through everything digital, his graphic displays of cruelty and might had drawn the attention of millions over the years, and he had the resources to back whatever new endeavors he pleased.

Vox decided to take a leisurely stroll through his territory for the pleasure of being admired - and for the thrill of being feared when he zapped a few newer demons who didn't know enough to show him the respect he deserved. He watched others in hell with eyes glued to all of his screens. And for a little while he forgot why he'd ever given up running his piece of hell on his own and joined with the head of the lust district and an expert in baked-goods gluttony.

When he finally approached his broadcast station and took an elevator up to his penthouse apartment though, he remembered: being with the two of them meant he was never alone.

Vox rarely stayed here. Usually he was at the studio or at some swanky hotel of Valentino's or in another part of the city keeping his territory secure. He only snuck off here for moments of quiet if he'd had a really long and difficult day dealing with his partners or Alastor. Then Valentino would call and Velvet would ask about him and Vox would get a second wind and head back to them.

Right now though, there was no steam to blow off and no chance he'd be called away. There was just his many rooms decorated in black and red and blue, his multiple television screens everywhere, his stocked bar, and his panoramic view of the city and his technological territory.

And at first his afternoon was fun. He pressed a few buttons on a control pad, and his bar poured him a drink, and some colored lights came on overhead, and he put on some fresh dubstep music, and turned on the digital screen below his mantle that broadcast a roaring fire. He was a fucking overlord in hell and had all the freedom and power and time in the world!

But after that first drink he didn't feel like pouring another one, and he lowered the music, and he turned off the fire because even he had to admit the picture of a flame without any of the warmth was pointless. He turned off the colored lights too. Nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to talk to.

He would not call Valentino or Velvet - he needed a break from them. That only left one other person. And Vox had some thinking to do about that particular overlord.

He shot a metal cable into the screen in front of him and flipped through different camera angles on Pentagram City until a flash of red caught his eye and he changed to a view on the park. Alastor and Angel Dust were walking together in the direction of the hotel with Angel's ridiculous pig trotting behind them. They were talking, laughing, listening. Angel would do something flirtatious, and Alastor wouldn't bat an eye, then Alastor would make some threatening gesture and Angel would be unfazed.

The one advantage Vox had always had over Alastor was his ability to get along with the other overlords and make friends. But now if Alastor could do it too - and with that simpering stripper of all people - then Vox really had nothing extra to show himself.

Vox watched Angel Dust. The spider interested Alastor in a way Vox couldn't, even at his most lethal and challenging. Alastor probably liked everyone at that hotel better than he liked Vox. Alastor probably wouldn't ever like Vox. But Vox still liked Alastor deep down. Fuck, he picked the shittiest guys to get crushes on. And that thought reminded him of Valentino.

Vox shook his head and scowled. No, if anything at all was going to happen with Valentino, Vox was not going to let the situation get as twisted as his thing with Alastor was.

He looked to the screen again and sighed, his look dry. "I know you've gotta be just as miserable as I am, you ginger son-of-a-bitch. But somehow with this hotel thing and Angel Dust you're getting over it. Well, I'm gonna find my own way to get over my own shit. So fuck you." He flipped off the screen. "And fuck you too, Angel. And hey, fuck Val and Vel too." He turned off the screen just as Alastor and Angel exited the park for the street.

Vox reclined back on his couch, thinking. "Hmm…if I'm not stalking Alastor or cleaning up Val and Vel's messes, what should I do? What do other overlords do to pass the time and feel good?" A lightbulb appeared over his head and his smiled. "Picking fights with other, weaker overlords! Ooo, I should go find that annoying snake guy who attacked the radio tower when we did and who was galavanting all over the hotel open house. Angel blows off steam that way - why not me?" He smirked, whipped out all of his metal cables, and then headed up to his roof for the helipad to take a flight over the city and search for a familiar airship.

A/N:

That's all for now! Thank you all for reading and reviewing if you can, I appreciate it a lot : ) There will be an update again next weekend, and Alastor will indeed serve Angel breakfast in bed lol. I hope you enjoy it and that you're all doing well!

Take care!

-Azure129