Shortly after the dance and the kiss between Alastor and Angel, neither had spoken since then. The kiss was so sudden which made Angel feel so uncomfortable being around Alastor. Angel would make up excuses to avoid talking to Alastor about the kiss or stay longer at Kara's club. Alastor on the other hand, was a complete mess. The kiss replayed in his head over and over again; he just wanted to talk to Angel about this. But every time he would get close to Angel, he always left in a hurry. Alastor didn't know what hurt more, Angel avoiding him or his feelings for Angel have intensified.
One day during the big rush at Kara's Karaoke Club, something unexpected happened. The club was busy as usual with all the contract souls serving couples when the doors opened. But instead of the usual beaten-up porn star from Valentino's studio, it was a new sinner. The new sinner was a cat demon much like Husk except this one was a female with pure white fur all over, her eyes were pitch black, and almost dressed like Jessica Rabbit. "Hey Angie, I think this one might give you a run for your money." Andy joked.
Kara playfully rolled her eyes at Andy's joke then she walked over to the new sinner. "Welcome to Hell. What brings you here, Miss...?"
"Valentine. Martha Valentine. I'm a pageant queen." the sinner replied.
"Honey, you may want to change that name. Every sinner here never goes by their living name." Angel stated.
Martha scoffed at Angel's suggestion, "I don't need advice from some washed-up has been. Anyway, I need a place to stay. I thought I was going to heaven when I died but I ended up in this rat hole. Ugh! This is the worst! What's a pretty gal like me to do?" Martha complained.
Kara had to fight the urge to slap the spoiled brat. She then gestured to the new sinner to follow her upstairs where the rooms were. She took her to an empty room and told her that she was welcome here anytime. But Martha took one look at the room and threw a hissy fit. "This is the best you have?!" Martha shrieked like a banshee.
"Ma'am please, you're in my club and I would appreciate some respect," Kara spoke, calmly.
But Martha just didn't stop complaining; she started picking things up and throwing them around, breaking them to pieces. Not wanting to deal with the spoiled brat anymore, Kara returned to the part of her club, making sure things were running smoothly. Almost everyone could agree that this new "guest" was the worst. Suddenly, a chill ran down everyone's spine, their hearts racing with fear or anxiety, Valentino was coming. Most of the workers, including Andy and Angel scrambled up the stairs to hide from their abusive boss. Kara didn't run; she knew how to handle Valentino and his manipulative ways.
When Valentino entered the club, his heels clicked across the floor which sent shivers down all the workers' backs. Kara had her hands on her hips with a scowl across her face seeing the Overlord of Lust walking into her club. "Val," Kara said, unamused.
"Kara, babydoll. I need a favor." Valentino stated in his seductive tone.
"Never call me babydoll. And I guess you didn't read the special. It is called, 'Any pimp walks in, gets a swift kick in the shins.' Now leave!" Kara spoke harshly.
Valentino pulled his cigarette from his lips and blew a puff of pink smoke right in Kara's face. Normally, Kara would be sputtering and coughing when Val blew his cigarette smoke in her face but she was used to it by now. "Come now darling, is that any way to speak to another Overlord? I just need Angelcakes back for a few shows..."
"Let me stop you there." Kara interrupted, "Angel isn't going anywhere with you. He's in my club, which means he is working with me. Find someone else for your dirt work, ya slime git."
Before Valentino could say a word, Martha came down the stairs to complain again about her dingy room. But her eyes fell on Valentino then a slow grin appeared on his face. He pushed Kara out of his way then he took Martha's hand and kissed it. "And who might this lovely lady be?" Valentino asked.
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