(Alastor's POV)
That Angel Dust, by hell he infuriates me some times, the way he talks, the way he walked away, swaying his hips like that, all just to get a rise out of me, or even something more. Ha! As if. He knows that would never happen, not in the eons that hell will continue forth. I refuse it. Yet he still pesters me constantly. It's giving me a headache at this point.
I slammed my fist on the table in front of me as I stood up, headed to my office to sort the paperwork Nifty left for me. New patrons were arriving quick-fast, and we had forms to print and sign, posters, money, the likes. All my work. I don't mind so much, as I walk through my office door. The papers on the desk were growing fast. I held my eyes in a long blink, thinking 'Today shall be a long day.'
I was verging on hour 7 of my paper work, the pile of work on my desk reaching a low, when a crash erupted through the hotel, followed by screams, but not the nice, deathly, terrified ones that were sweet to my ears, no; these were broken, scared. Hurt.
A quick snap of my fingers I was in the lobby. Demons stood at the edges of the room, all in apparent shock. Charlie stood centre, hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes, staring at-
Angel Dust.
He was lying there, unconscious, trapped beneath the wreckage of a broken chandelier. "Charlie, dear what happened?"
"He was helping with the lights, because none of the rest of us could reach, and I turned away for one second-" Her words were interrupted by a suffocated sob. "The ladder slipped, and Angel grabbed onto the light but, it collapsed too." Charlie moved her hands to hide her entire face, while Vaggie rubbed a supportive hand in her back.
I placed a hand on the chandelier, and in just a blink, it had gone. In one movement, I learnt down, picking up the unconscious spider in my arms, before teleporting away from the prying demon eyes, and landing in his sickeningly pink room. I lay him down on his bed, while the pig came to see what was going on.
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So Soft (Radiodust Story)
FanfictionAngel and Alastor, pure opposites, and yet when Angel gets hurt, a new soft side of the Radio Demon is shown. A side Angel now yearns for. THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, BUT IS MAINLY SOFT AND SQUISHY AND THE LIKES. I WILL PUT A WARNING ON THE SMUT PIEC...
