Secret Confessions (Book 1)

Alastor

{WARNING: Readers Beware! This chapter contains: rape, blood, and death. Yes there is horrible parts, but don't worry. Angel is there for our broken Radio Demon.}

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My limbs are lax and I can't move my body. I can't move anything thanks to Angel and that vulgar mouth of his.

Such a tempting and vile mouth, I think as I gather what little strength I have left to lift my head.

Angel scrambles out from under the desk with a chuckle. "Not goin' ta lie, I honestly thought that would break ya Bambi."

"It will take more than that to break my resolve, Angel dear. Although it was underhanded of you, to invite Charlie to my office to discuss the parade float. Absolutely meangless drivel." I huff with a laugh.

"True, but can ya blame me? It was hilarious ta watch ya squirm!" He bursts out in a fit of giggles and my wide grin melts into a close lipped smile. My first genuine smile in years.

"On the contrary," I interject as his laughs echo in my office, bouncing off the walls. "Even though it was sneaky, it was... entertaining. Yes, entertaining to be in that particular situation."

Angel's vicious and dominant aura, mixed with his usual persistence, has made me feel an inkling of respect for the foul mouthed spider. And that surprises me. Yes, it is my power flowing from me and circulating through him that heightens the dark dominating aura, but nonetheless, it is very potent and seductive.

Especially when it bathes Mon Ange in a blood red glow. Giving him the powerful presence of an Overlord. Although temporary, Angeldust wears the power well. My power, whether he knows how to wield it or not, shows through his awkward expressions and confidance bleeds through. And the boldness he has with his carefree smile, is everything.

When my Angel's face is void of the terror that plauges him every day, he truly is beautiful.

"Ya find da fact that I purposefully had Charlie come ta yer office ta talk 'bout da float while suckin' ya off, entertaining?" Angel's question shakes me from my thoughts and my iconic grin slips into place.

"Of course, my good fellow. Regardless it be myself or others, entertainment is still entertainment. Because as you know, the world is a stage, and the stage, is a world of entertainment." Rolling his eyes at my words, Angel shrugs and brushes two hands over his suit to flatten the wrinkles.

"Whateva'." With that one sighed word, he marches over to the office door and leaves.

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Angel left for a last minute request at his... job. Although, I wouldn't quite call it that. I would prefer Angel not work at all. That is why I must say those vulgar safe words on the last day. For once I do, Angel will be free. I've seen past the façade he constantly puts up. He wears fake smiles and I know that they are a defensive strategy. I know because I wear them too.

Not just because of the promise I made to mother, but because of my reputation. My authority and dominion over all. And as father used to remind me with every savage beating, "You're never fully dressed, without a smile."

Once dear Angel is free, I will give him a choice. A choice to be mine or not. I'll still have possession of his soul - with no intention of ever giving it up - but the choice will be Angel's to be mine and only mine in a relationship of sorts.

Yes, I do believe that's what the kids call it nowadays. A relationship.

Whether he reciprocates the feelings I have for him, can only be up to Angeldust. It'll be in his four hands.