Demonic Redemption

Drag Queen Drama

Angel Dust was dressing up. The striking red dress hugged his natural curves perfectly. Cherri Bomb carefully brushed his golden blonde wig while he put his gloves on. With a little bit of makeup, his outfit for tonight was complete. He grinned and flipped his hair. Tonight was going to be fun. She laughed and wished him luck. Cherri Bomb drove him to a local drag queen hotspot in Pentagram City. She dropped him off and went off to run some errands. And now, it was showtime. Angel Dust adjusted his heels and strutted in the doors. Everyone stopped and stared. He was famous here. Angel Dust soaked in the stares as he sashayed through the lobby and into the elevators. He took the elevators to the thirteenth floor and stepped out. His room was just down the hall. He grinned. The view of Hell from up here was terrific. Angel Dust ordered room service and kicked back on his sofa.

It wasn't long before the news of Angel Dust's arrival had spread. He didn't always drop in. But when he did, it meant something big was going to happen soon. He was the top drag queen and well known in the community. He had moved up the ranks effortlessly. Which had made the former stars angry. Since his rise to stardom, Angel Dust had made quite a few enemies. Not that he cared. And downstairs in the main lobby right now, the other drags were plotting. The new drags had heard all about it from the rising stars and former models. Of course, Angel Dust had been in the industry much longer so he had both seniority and experience under his belt. But he was still hated by the former stars for stealing their thunder. The "thief" had been in the limelight for too long. It was time to take it back. It was time to reclaim what was theirs. The former drag stars armed themselves. Now all they had to do was wait.

After an hour, Angel Dust showed himself back downstairs. The former top stars were waiting for their ambush. Once they stepped out of the elevators, they surrounded him. He grinned. Things had just gotten interesting. With a flip of his gorgeous blonde wig, his secondary arms appeared, each armed. It was too bad he was in a dress today. He ripped it below his knees for more mobility. It wasn't long before champagne bottles were broken over heads and tables were thrown. The only injury Angel Dust sustained was his ruined dress. But he could always buy a new one. With a huff and a flip of his golden locks, he slid his shades on and sauntered out the front doors. Cherri Bomb saw him from the parking lot and pulled up. She raised her eyebrow seeing his torn dress yet still flawless wig. She didn't have to ask. Drag fights were common. Angel Dust hopped in the car and she sped off. They hit up their favorite bar and picked up some supplies to vandalize Valentino's old place. It was still standing, but barely. Now it had become a hideout for lower demons.

After the various graffiti tags all over the mansion, Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb raced home after a little shoplifting and a quick robbery at a local bank. It was a great way to end the late afternoon. Back home Angel Dust tossed off his golden locks and what was left of his dress. Once he was in something more comfortable, he kicked back on the living room sofa and turned on the TV, eventually landing on a cooking show. Cherri Bomb sat next to him and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and another around her waist. She giggled. This was the best thing about a spider demon: more arms to hug with. As they enjoyed some downtime after all the fun, a latter caught his eye. It was a wedding invitation.