Weak

Rough night

Angel stumbled through the streets of hell, a bearly noticeable limp in his leg which his boot covered. He was cat called by many demons and he didn't look up at anyone, the demons insulted him and slut shamed him, he didn't care as he was used to it. He looked at his phone to check the time, ten minutes was just about enough time to get to the studio. He kept his scarf on tight and tried to forget about what had happened, but he just couldn't. He tried not to cry when he thought of their reactions, their faces, they looked so scared, disappointed.

He only saw faces like that from his parents, when he had an outburst and shouted at his dad, throwing a glass bottle at him. The look of fear in his mom's eyes, disappointment and disgrace in his dad's, it killed him. Literally, he then collapse in his room, staying in their for two days, his dad came up to beat him and his mum came to check up on him, he bid her goodbye for the last time. He shut himself in his bathroom and overdosed on drugs, his mother bursting through the door only minutes later, a while after the darkness had already consumed him. He hated that memory, he was such a disappointment, he knew that, and he knew that his 'friends' thought the same.

He felt his face warm up and he quickly took a deep breath, looking up. He stopped suddenly, he had almost ran into the porn studios glass door. He took a deep breath and pushed the heavy glass door, making his way through the red and dark purple room. His co-workers greeted him, most of them in make out sessions with clients, Angel waved but said nothing more. He made his way down the long dark hall where pictures of mostly him hung, old shows, old him. He stopped at the large door, it had a gold carved plate with the name, Valentino spelled out on it. Angel took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was met with a large amount of red smoke, which immediately started wrapping itself around Angels body. He moved past it and squinted to try to see thorough the smoke. He saw Valentino's signature red eyes and large pinkish grin through the smoke,
"I'm here, what do ya need?" Angel said, trying not to add to much 'attitude' as Valentino put it. Valentino grinned even wider and stood up from his dark oak desk,
"Ahh baby! Daddy's so glad you could make it! No time to chat I'm afraid, we've got quite a lot of work for you to do." Angel sighed, he hated how Valentino referred to himself as we, it was dumb. Angel gritted his teeth as he asked,
"How many?" Valentino chuckled,
"Around 13." He said simply, Angels jaw dropped, thirteen demons to fuck in 6 hours?! He wanted to say something but Valentino shushed him and moved towards him, he pushed him out of his room and slammed the door, cramming a list of names and rooms where the clients waited and what time he had to be there. He stood in the hallway and stared at the list, he shut his eyes tight and tightened his wrist, it crumpled the list slightly. He took a few breaths and went to the first room.

The first ones always the worst, they always book the first spot to get first touch, they are the snobs. He bit and scratches Angel, handling him roughly like a rag doll. Angel was told not to speak and the man gagged him, Angel didn't care honestly, as he said before the first was always the worst.  The second to ninth were alright, well... As alright as they can be. They were what he was used to, rough, sometimes would hit bit overall just a careless demon looking for a good night and or control over another demon, he was mainly an ego feeder for other demons.

But the last ones.... Those were the worst, he was tired and just wanted everything to be over with, just three more! But those demons, they were pissed, pissed because they booked the final slots with Angel Dust and were inpatient pricks and Angel had to pay the price for that. As soon as he opened the door they threw themselves on him, they were rough and forceful. They hit Angel and cut him, if he complained they would just do it more. Once they were done they would watch Angel pathetically put his clothes back on and the push him aside like nothing, exiting the room. Angel would weakly get up and go to the next rude dick of a demon.

Angel stumbled out of the final room, he sawed to the side and put a hand to his head, groaning. He looked down at his ruffled suit, slightly blood stained because of the cuts on his body. His cut at the back of his head was exposed and looked slightly infected, his hair was a mess and his makeup was running. He groaned once more and walked down the hallway, his head spun slightly and he bumped the walls a few times and nearby furniture. He pushed the glass door and his boss, (who was sitting on the dark red couch in the studios lobby) bid him goodbye. Angel lifted his middle fingers up at the demon and left the large studio, making no I contact with his wretched boss.

It was around 6 o'clock in hell, it actually took him seven hours to fuck 13 demons and he was worn out. He didn't hear the demons catcall him, he didn't realise that they lurked behind him, sniggering and insulting the demons poor appearence. They growled at Angel, annoyed that he was giving them no reaction, the largest demon had enough and grabbed Angel, pushing him into an alleyway. Angel grunted as he slammed against the hard brick wall, his legs threatening to give in, he just wanted to go home. The demon played with Angels hair and Angel tilted his head away from the other demon, a look of fear and disgust in his eyes. The demon smiled menacingly at Angel and grabbed his chin, shoving his tongue into Angels mouth. Angel tried to push the demon, he failed and the demon grabbed his upper set of arms, pushing himself onto him. Angel had tears running down his eyes, he used his lower set of eyes to try to fight for anything. The demon laughed and threw Angel onto the ground, Angel fell onto an old glass bottle and there was a crack, he shouted in pain as the glass shards impaled him,
"How pathetic." The demon said, walking off with his friends, staring at Angel with disgust.

Angel sniffed and got up, not bothering to take the glass shards out, he continued walking to the hotel.

He burst through the door and walked through the lobby, a slight sway in his movements. Charlie and Vaggie ran up to him, looking at his blood covered fur and staring in shock at the glass that remained in his flesh. Angel pushed them of and growled, trying to head for the stairs. Charlie grabbed him and took him to Vaggie, ignoring his shouts and annoyance, and many swears. Nifty looked him up and down, starting with the glass shards, applying the alcohol type thing that burned him, he kicked and shouted like a child but they didn't care. They were all now extremely worried about Angel, they tried to tell Alastor but he refused to exit his room.

Once most of Angels wounds (only the ones he would let them see) were patched up they let him go and tried to question him. Yet before they could get anywhere with the questioning Angel looked away from them, his face going red, he ran upstairs, as far away from them as he could. They shouted for him to stay, pleaded even. They were so worried about the demon, even Husk, even Vaggie. They all looked at the stairs and sighed, contemplating what they would do next about the matter.

Meanwhile Alastor still pondered in his room, he had heard the commotion, but knew nothing about it, he heard shouting. But it sounded like Husk and Vaggie arguing to him, still, something seemed off. He now felt terrible for what he said to Angel, but he was still mad none the less, why did love have to be so difficult. He thought of his mother's words once more, was he doing the right thing? More importantly was he the one. He slammed his fists against his head in annoyance, he never had to deal with so many clashing emotions, it was tearing him apart. He sighed and fell back onto his bed, he wondered when Angel would come home, what would he do when he came home? Maybe he would just do nothing, just check up on Angel, see if he was mad?

No, that wasn't the right thing, he had to apologize to Angel, one of the things he was worst at, apologizing. But if it ment possibly seeing that smile on Angels face once more, he could try, just for Angel though. He looked at his shadow, who gave him a disapproving shake of his head. He cursed his shadow,
"What do you want! I know what I said was wrong!" He shouted, trying to keep the volume down of course so that the others would suspect nothing,
"Not just that, apologizing, caring, this spider is destroying you, how do you know he is worth it?" The shadow said, crossing his arms. Alastor pondered for a moment, he them shot his head up to look at his shadow once more in realisation, his shadow grinned at him,
"Because... Because I love him.... And I would risk my happiness to see him smile..." He said, the shadow nodded and chuckled silently, it bowed as if it had down its job and faded, Alastor laughed,
"You prick..."