Demonic Redemption

Progress Report

One month had gone by since Angel Dust had been registered at the hotel. He had to admit. While he wasn't a fan of the idea, it was nicer and certainly more comfortable than his current place. Hit little pet pig Fat Nuggets had also taken a liking to the hotel. Right now, Angel Dust sat at the hotel's bar counting the money from last night's performance. He grinned and tucked it away. Charlie walked up with his order of spaghetti and meatballs and asked how he was doing. They talked as he ate. Things were still a struggle for the spider demon, but he was making progress. Charlie brought him another drink on the house as a reward. Angel Dust happily chugged it down. Of course, he wouldn't get a free drink every time he hit a milestone on the path to redemption. He slammed his glass down in satisfaction and grinned. Charlie smiled. She could see that he was really making an effort toward a better life. While he was still a porn star, it wasn't the worst thing in his records.

With a wave, Angel Dust left the bar and got Fat Nuggets from his room. They went outside. The fresh burning air of Hell welcomed them. Now that he had a moment without anyone talking to him, he thought about true redemption. While the idea was still laughable to him, he did see a faint glimmer of hope. He thought about the hotel staff. With his cooking skills, he had been helping Niffty in the kitchen, especially when it came to Italian food. While he didn't show it, he was happy that his skills were appreciated. Niffty had asked him for advice on multiple occasions. One time, a guest had asked to speak to the chef. Angel Dust was secretly thrilled. A faint smile spread across his face. Perhaps there was a chance for him after all. But for now, he had to keep up his appearances. Letting his guard down was not an option.