He let out a long breath as he traced the shattered glass on the mirror.
Who the hell am I becoming?
He asked breathlessly, his eyes becoming watery. The intensity of his stare towards his reflection increased.
...why did I think wearin' a skirt's goin' to make me a joke?
Why did I think men aren't allowed to wear dresses?
Why was I......... terrified?
His blond hair was gleaming in the room's darkness. He turned off the light, but his emerald eyes lit up nonetheless. His eyes widened significantly. A breath.
I'm becomin' him again...
He clenched his teeth as his head got heavier.
..scared ol' Tony... can't fight back... won't be himself...
Where did your persistence go?
He gripped the mirror.
I can't go through hell again..
A tear had escaped his eye, dropping onto his cheeks softly until it reached the floor.
Will I forget everythin' I've gone through? Even the lessons I've learned the hard way..?
He took a sharp breath. It was silent, his deep gasp for air the only thing echoing in the room.
Did I regain my memories....only so that I could suffer more?
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.
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Anthony grabbed his satchel from the corner of his bed and went outside. Charlie was on the living room, sorting her piling documents, while Vagie was beside her making sure she was actually working and not just singing her daily songs of motivation again.
Husk was in the pub as always wasting away with his never ending beer. Though, Nifty was sitting on one of the stool, chatting away with the Chimera demon, the other wasn't such an attentive receiver.
Anthony continued his stride towards the door, already expecting the Radio demon to be on the other side waiting for him with his wide ungenuine grin.
However, that wasn't true....well maybe half true.
The blonde human crossed his arms and scowled. "Why the fuck does he always do this?"
Alastor's shadow shrugged, a nervous grin in his pitch black figure.
"So, despite bein' busy" Anthony slapped his face and dragged it, while groaning, "He still gotta keep an eye on me? Is that what it is?"
The shadow shrugged again, Anthony sighed exasperatedly.
"I can't believe this" He began walking out of the door, ignoring the shadow following him from behind.
"He's such an asshole, why can't he just let me have one damn costumer?!" Anthony grumbled under his breath, "It's been 10 days and I haven't even persuaded a single dumb demon! Coz he's always killin' em!"
The blonde glanced at the shadow behind him, glaring at it angrily. It merely, leaned it's head to the side.Anthony placed a hand on his hip, finally calming down a bit.
"Say, yer master can't hear what were talkin' about, does he?"The shadow looked around and violently shook his head.
Anthony grinned. He moved closer to the figure and whispered,
"Why don't ya give yerself some time off and ignore what I'm doin'?"
The shadow tensed up, shaking his head sideways.Anthony sighed,
Even his shadow can't disobey him..
"Well whatevah' do what ya want then"
He moved out of it's ghostly figure as he proceeded on continuing his journey to find willing and unwilling patrons.He had only been walking for a good 10 minutes or so when he found a demon rolling out of a dumpster. He glanced at the shadow with skepticism.
"Ya think it's yer master's ploy?"The shadow shook his head violently.
"Are ya gonna tell him?"
It shook it's head again.
"How can I trust ya?"
It made an action like it was zipping it's mouth shut as Anthony rolled his eyes playfully. Though a thread of doubt still crossed his mind as he approached the demon.
"Hey, mister, ya okay in there?"
The demon struggle on getting it's body out of the trash, his horns were stuffed with fruit peels and he smelled gross, Anthony smiled half-heartedly as he tried not to vomit.
"FUCK! They just had to throw me in here! Damn devils!"
Anthony went in closer as the shadow had camouflaged itself unto the dark.
The demon now finally took notice of him, "What's up cutie? Why are you sneaking up on me like that?" He jumped out of the pile of garbage, and leaned towards Anthony. The human resisted the urge to push him back again to the foul smelling pit.
"I've got somethin' for ya", he grabbed one of the flyer's in his satchel and handed it to him.
The demon grabbed it, a look of curiosity in his expression. "Redemption?"
He slapped his hand on his forehead, and a bark of laughter followed,
"Pffft—You actually believe this shit?", he wheezed.The demon was now grinning widely like a damn lunatic, "C'mon hunnybun, there's a reason Lucifer put as in hell to suffer, we're evil, we can't go to heaven, it's in our blood"
Anthony rolled his eyes, "Right, yer one of the hundred thousand of demons 'dat I've heard that from, not very original"
The demon scoffed, tearing the flyer infront of his face, "Glad to know I'm one of the sane one's here then"
He stomped the pieces of paper into the dirt before turning his back into Anthony, "Well, see ya around doll—"
"Where ya goin?" Anthony cuts him off, an indifferent tone on his voice.
The demon stopped in his tracks.
"Are ya just gonna let them screw you everytime?" Anthony placed his hands on his hips, raising a brow, "Ya want yer whole demonic torture to dump you in a dumpster? Sounds lame."
He glanced to the human with his peripheral vision,
"I've been here longer than you cutie, yer sweet mockery is nothing""Fine then." The blonde crossed his arms, "Don't even bother saying goodbye, I'd probably see you tomorrow in another pile of garbage."
"Unless", Anthony tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Ya listen' to mah' offer of redemption and you get free food and a room"The demon scoffed, "Nice try, babe, but you're not foolin' anyone. What kind of sane demon would actually put up with—"
"Oh no. Did I forgot to mention you'd be safe from the extermination?"
"Pfft. Now that's just impossible" He chuckled and turned back to face Anthony. "And pray tell me, who would be capable of beating the Angel exterminators?"
Anthony bit back a grin,
"The Radio demon, Alastor. And the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar."to be continued...
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Deals With The Devil (RadioDust)
FanfictionAngel dust gets turned into the human version of himself. What sort of trials and tribulations or perhaps romance are waiting for him in hell? . . . Come and read Angel dust's daily struggles as he tries to survive as the only human in hell! (a/n: t...