She watched the advertisement play over and over on the screen. It was fascinating—a glimmer of hope in hell. A place for redemption, to change. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, completely engrossed. The face of Angel smiled at her from the screen, his presence seemingly beckoning her to believe in the promise of a better life. "Where sinners can come and change for the better!" the voice echoed, each repetition embedding the message deeper into her consciousness. But her trance was abruptly interrupted as Vox turned off the screen with a swift motion, his expression contorted with disgust as he held the control in his hand. "That excuse of a piece of shit ad is fucking disgusting," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt as he tossed the remote aside, breaking it in the process.
She sat on his couch in silence, watching as he joined her with a grunt, his presence imposing. "Have you spoken with Val?" she questioned abruptly, her gaze piercing as she locked eyes with him. Her impatience palpable as she awaited his response. "(Y/N) dear, for fuck's sake, lay the fuck off," he snapped, his frustration evident as he addressed her with annoyance. She sat up from her position, her eyes flickering between his own as she met his gaze head-on.
"Angel is to be mine for a day," she reiterated, her voice unwavering as she maintained her gaze on Vox, refusing to back down from his dismissive attitude. "We had a deal." But Vox merely scoffed, his expression smug as he stood to move past her, his arrogance radiating off him. "That we never shook on. I don't owe you jack-shit," he retorted, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips as he regarded her with a sense of superiority. Her tail lashed behind her, a clear sign of her growing frustration, a reaction Vox had learned to recognize as a sign of her irritation. "Doll, there's no point in wasting your breath on lower life forms," he continued, his tone dripping with condescension as he turned her towards the glass window, forcing her to confront her own reflection. "Look at you," he urged, his hands sliding down her waist and resting on her hips as he spoke. "You're hot as fuck, you resemble a human, an angel. You're my most prized possession, and I can't have you wandering the streets with that. What do you think that will do to my image?"
She stared at her reflection, her heart sinking as she struggled to maintain her composure. "He is my friend," she countered, her voice steady despite the pain coursing through her body. But Vox's claws began to dig into her skin, his grip tightening with each passing moment as his frustration boiled over. "I don't think you fucking understand," he growled, his words laced with venom. The pain in her hip became almost unbearable, her eyes glossing over with tears as she fought to hold back the cry of pain building in her throat. "You're to stay here with me. No fucking buts, what's, or ifs," he hissed, his grip dragging painfully across her skin as he emphasized his point. "You're hurting me," she hissed through gritted teeth as Vox's hands released their grip, only to be replaced by a feigned gesture of comfort as he began to rub her shoulders in a display of faux compassion. "Exactly. Now go do what you're best at," he pushed her lightly towards the door, his words laced with disdain as he dismissed her with a casual flick of his hand. "Look pretty." She exited his office, her eyes burning with tears and her hips throbbing with pain, the weight of Vox's control weighing heavily upon her shoulders as she retreated.
Feeling powerless and frustrated, she slammed her fist against the corridor wall in a fit of anger and desperation. She needed to find a way to free Angel, even if just for a day. Determination burning in her veins, she quickly made her way to her room, her mind racing with plans and schemes to execute. As she entered her room, she wasted no time in disguising herself, donning a pair of glasses and a veil to conceal her identity. She refused to be seen at that shit of a hotel.
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Alastor's gaze lingered on the covered woman with a tilted grin, intrigued by her presence. "My, and who must you be?" he inquired, his tone tinged with amusement. "I would like to speak with Angel," she confessed, pushing her shades down her nose to reveal her round human-like irises. Alastor mused at her appearance, —she looked human, lacking the usual features that marked one as a denizen of Hell. However, her folded wings and prominent horns betrayed her true nature. With a nonchalant hum, Alastor stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. She looked appetizing. It was his first thought; he hadn't eaten human flesh in a while, but something about her made him crave it. However, he knew better than to indulge in such primal urges. Besides, he had other ways of satisfying his hunger.
"Of course, dear." he replied, his grin widening as he watched her take in the interior of the room. As she glanced around the lavish surroundings, her eyes were drawn to a portrait of Princess Morningstar and her father; he was beautiful. The beauty of the scene struck her, momentarily captivated by his elegance. She reached out to graze her hand over the painting of Lucifer before her attention was abruptly diverted by a familiar voice. "(Y/N)!" Angel's voice rang out, and she turned to see him in his usual attire, a mixture of relief and joy flooding through her as she reached out for him.
"Angel!" she exclaimed, her hands outstretched as he rushed into her embrace, his four arms enveloping her frame. But her happiness was quickly overshadowed by concern as she noticed a bruise around his right eye. "What the fuck are you doing in this place? Does Vox know—" he began, his words tumbling out in a rush before she could respond. She gently cupped his face in her hands, her eyes flickering with worry as they landed on the bruises. "Did he do this?" she asked sharply, her tone demanding answers. But Angel pulled away abruptly, his hand moving to cover his eye as he hissed in discomfort. "I'm not some fucking child," he retorted, as he bristled at her touch.
" I just want to make sure that you are alright," she pleaded, her voice laced with worry as she took a step closer to him. But Angel's response was harsh, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I'm doing fine, Jesus, stop fucking babying me!" His voice was laced with anger and resentment, his frustration palpable as he turned away from her, his gaze fixed on the bar ahead. As Angel made his way to the bar, (Y/N) followed closely behind, her concern driving her forward despite his harsh words. And when she saw the demon with cat-like features and large red wings staring at Angel, her heart clenched with apprehension.
"Angel, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch his arm gently. But he brushed her off, his actions brusque and dismissive as he chugged another bottle of alcohol. "Angel, I can do something. Please let me help you," she begged, her voice trembling with urgency as she inched closer to him. But her words fell on deaf ears as he slammed his drink down, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust as he glared at her. "You're just a fucking lap dog, what the fuck can you do?" Angel's words were like a dagger to her heart, his contempt washing over her like a wave. And as he pushed past her and exited the building, (Y/N) was left standing alone in the hotel, all eyes on her as they watched their interaction happen.
The words stung, of course they did. Her dearest friend had said them himself. He was right, she couldn't deny it. She lacked the supernatural abilities, the raw strength that defined so many of her peers in hell. She might as well have been a mortal among demons. For a moment, doubt crept into her mind, threatening to consume her with its suffocating grip. Was she truly capable of freeing Angel from Valentino? Could she truly do something?
Alastor chuckled darkly as the scene unfolded before him, relishing in the desperation evident in her voice. It amused him to see her struggle, to witness the turmoil swirling within her. He watched her glance at him from the corner of her eye before she made her way towards the door; exiting. The grin on his face widened as he observed her movements, his amusement growing with each step she took. There was something intoxicating about her desperation, something that ignited a primal thrill within him. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in quite some time, and he savored every moment of it.
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