Ballet Shoes and Radios

Swallow Your Spear, You Son of a Bitch!

A/N: I AM SO SORRY!!! I was on a mission trip and I couldn't write for a while because the stupid hotel Wi-Fi wouldn't let me log in to Wattpad. Also, after, people I told about my stories were... uh... unsupportive. So I kinda lost my will, but picked it up again.

Alastor followed Lucifer out the door, but not before taking another beignet. He bade you good bye and returned to the recording room. You poured the pounded egg yolk into a mixing bowl full of flour and other ingredients. Your hands flew, and in no time, you were faced with a bowl of dough, which you pounded into semi-flat, circular disks. You dished them out onto a tray then shoved it in to the oven. Slumping onto the ground, you wiped a few beads of sweat off your forehead. As much as you tried to hide it, the cleanses disturbed even you. It was one of the many reasons you had offered to help out at the hotel. Less population meant no cleanses.

You were abruptly snatched out of your thoughts by a loud crash from just outside the kitchen. Angel Dust came running in and slammed the door, gasping for breath. You raised an eyebrow, "Vaggie?" The spider demon shook his head, slumping against the door. Real terror you had never seen in his eyes when Vaggie was mad at him shone through. "Valentino," he choked out. Peeking through the small section of glass in the door, you saw the moth overlord, wielding a hot pink spear, taunting Angel. You burst out of the kitchen in a rage, "WHAT. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU FATHERLESS SLUT?!"

"Oh, just chasing down my property. He seems to be avoiding me."

"WELL HE SEEMS TO HAVE A GOOD REASON TO! GET THAT SPEAR OUT OF THE HOTEL GROUNDS OR I WILL SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS IT NEVER SEES THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!"

"Heh." Only then did you realize how wrong that sounded.

"Pervert," you growled, "SWALLOW YOUR SPEAR, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and everyone else came running down to see what was happening. Angel poked his head out of the doorway, still looking terrified. You glowered, slowly morphing into your full demon form. E/c eyes replaced by glowing purple clumps of fire, hair floating up, lock by lock, you tilted your head menacingly. The purple strands connecting to your wrists and ankles glowed ominously. Charlie tapped you on the arm, "Y/N," her voice quaked, "It's not worth it." Eyes blazing, you snapped your head around to face the princess. Charlie flinched, fear etched all over her ghostly pale face. Your glow died down, hair drifting back down to your shoulders. "Yeah," you muttered, "Yeah, it's not worth it."

Relieved, Charlie backed off, but the moment she did, you swung your fist forward and caught Valentino in the jaw. Hard.