The deal (radiodust fan fic)

Coming to

"Could someone please turn off the lights?"
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'What the fuck?'

Ang looked at Alastor, who was smiling cockily at him, and then he looked over...
Oh
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Angel teared up and ran to everyone
"ANGEL!!!! " they yelled. Angel hugged everyone and began talking to them about he got killed. Everyone was overjoyed that he had finally escaped Val's clutches... Angel, on the other hand, did not reveal the details of his contract with Alastor.

'Is this secretive now?' thought Alastor. ' Fun'

Charlie was taken aback and walked over to Alastor.

"What made you do that, Al?"

Alastor laughed and fixed his gaze on Angel.

"You're all very entertaining, but you're losing one of the main cast members would make viewing less fun. Though he'll now believe he owes me something, which I'm content with."

Charlie began to sweat.
"Can't you just tell him yo-"

Alastor whistled, which caused Angel to look at Alastor puzzled.

"Is it time to unwind?"

Alastor nodded and began to walk towards the door. Angel said goodbye to everyone and trailed behind him for sometime.

___-___-___-

Angel was following Alastor, and they were having a great time bouncing questions and witty remarks off each other.

They finally arrived at the hotel after an hour of walking, and their conversation felt so brief that they didn't realize it had been an hour. Angel entered the room cheerfully.

"I'll see you later, Smiles,"

Alastor nodded, his smile widening.

"Of course, you had such a big day today, and you need to sleep."

Angel nodded and entered his room. He froze when he saw his room, which was much...larger? Angel walked around the room, admiring its charm.
'This can't be my fucking room,'

Angel sat on the lavish bed, savoring the vintage silk and cotton sheets and blanket. It felt strange... The only time he ever felt silk is when he was hoeing around for Val's cash....

However, this was different.
Angel took a look around before walking up to his closet and opening it; vintage suits and dresses lined the shelves....
'This is Alastor's responsibility.'

Angel gave a small smile... He hasn't seen these clothing styles in a long time....

Angel laughed and shut the door to his closet.

Angel didn't mind losing his old cum and blood stained clothes... Though he has no idea where the ones he did keep are... He was certain that his old suits would still be present... Perhaps you're looking even better.

Angel walked over to the large antique vanity and sat in front of it, looking inside and seeing all of his old makeups...
'Hmmm, most of them appear to be running low...'

Angel's eyes welled up... This can't possibly be this good. He stood up, taking off his jacket and tossing it on the floor, as well as every other piece of clothing on his body, and turning off the lights.

He crept into bed and sat down, sighing softly....

'This cannot be true...'

___-___-___-

Angel awoke unexpectedly. He sat up, trembling.

'Wait, what the fuck?'

Angel took a breath and noticed it.

'Why is it so God-awful cold?'

Angel curled up a little more, grabbing his ice cold comfiters and wrapping them around him, shaking even more.

His vision blurred as he watched his door open and dark green smoke pour out.

'Alastor... That prick.'
"What's the deal with you, AL?"

Alastor emerged from the smog, beaming.

"Well, I just came here to see if you were still tense."

Angel snarled, irritated that Alastor was such a jackass.
"I wasn't before, but now I am, you dick!"

Angel noticed Alastor grinning and pulling his own tie to loosen it as he looked at him.

"Wait a minute, what the fuck are you doing?"

Angel tried not to be sexual, but it was the hottest thing Angel had ever seen Alastor do.