𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Don't leave.. P2

Angel couldn't remember why he wanted to stay at the hotel. He didn't know why, but his heart ached when he slapped the deer. "Angel Cakes," Valentino purred, placing the spider in his lap.

The car ride back to the pornstudios was bumpy so it made Angel bounce in the moths lap.

He whined softly as Valentinos hands ran up his sides and yanked his head back by his hair.

"Your fuckin' mine." He whispered before fucking Angel.
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Alastor wanted to get Angel back. He wanted Angel to hold him and to tell him everything's okay.

He wanted warm, soft arms around him.

He wanted to hear that soft, sensitive voice.

He wanted to feel Angel's body against him.

He just wanted his Anthony. His Angel.

"Al, it's been three years.. we gotta let him go." Charlie murmured, even though she wasn't over losing her best friend. Angel was there for her when she needed someone. He was her own therapist. She loved chatting with Angel about dressese he bought or jewelry.

After all, if it wasn't for him hyping up Charlie, she and Vaggie wouldn't be married.

"I cannot, Charlotte. He's my wildflower. I'm his beau. Even after death, he never let me go. I cannot bare to see him in pain. Now he is back with that- that fucking asshole!" Alastor yelled at the last
part. He never swore unless he was actually angry.

And losing the one he would've asked to marry.

Yeah.

That shit fucks you up.

Husk passed a shot of Golden Grain to Alastor. He was used to the deer coming to him to drink away his sorrows.

But he was also used to a certain spider making the hotel lively. He was used to the spider making jokes and annoying him by trying to pet his ears.

But he enjoyed his company.

He enjoyed being playfully annoyed by him.

Now he's gone.

Alastor drank and drank away his sorrows, quickly becoming drunk.

Charlie sighed softly. "C'mon, Al. Let's get you to bed. It's already five in the morning." The deer groaned, static playing around his head.

"Fiv-- five.. mo- more drimk- drinks.." he slurred, words messing with static. Charlie rolled her eyes and left.

"Hus-- husker, another-.. another shot ple- please."

Husk looked at him and gave him one more shot before putting away everything. "I'm takin' ya to bed after that shot."

Alastor quickly gulped it down and Husk dragged him to his bedroom, he opened the door, quickly realizing that all of Angel's stuff is still there.

Including the pink side of the wall.

Husk sighed softly and tucked him into bed. "Jesus christ, Al.." he muttered. "Fuck Valentino." He whispered to himself before leaving the room.
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Angel screamed as he finally came, Valentino grinned widely before pulling out and pushing Angel off of the bed.

Angel felt like a fucking bitch in heat. He felt so unsafe around the moth, but he wasn't sure why anymore.

He was broken beyond repair.

Angel slowly got up, his ears ringing and body aching. He put his clothes back on and quickly left before Valentino changed his mind.

He didn't know where to go. But somehow, he wandered to the Hazbin Hotel.

Why?

He walked in, his mind foggy with drugs and the aftermath of sex.

A memory flashed before his eyes.

"Angel, left hand red!" Charlie said, holding the color wheel. Angel put his left hand on Alastors arm with a smile. "Done!" He joked. Husk snickered.

Alastor smiled warmly.

"Lets play truth or dare!" Nifty exclaimed.

Soon they all were in a circle.

"Alastor, truth or dare." Vaggie asked, "Dare."

"Make out with the person you'd most likely have sex with."

The deers undead heart rate quickly escalated.

Alastor looked at the spider, who wasn't really paying attention. He grabbed his chin and looked at him. Angel blushed as they soon started to make out.

Eight minutes later, they pulled away, panting for air.

That was the first time Alastor and Angel both knew.

They were in love with each other.

Angel soon fell onto the couch beside him.

He was too exhausted.

He was too drugged.

He was too drunk.

He was too hurt.

He was too afraid to care about anything else anymore.

Soon, his eyes closed and he fell asleep on the couch.

I feel safe here.. he thought before falling asleep.