Overlooking Overlords

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Lego(TM)

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Chapter Two — Untitled
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Angel Dust was holding on for dear life to the stripper pole in the middle of the room. An array of small, individual legos were splayed across the entirety of Angel Dust's floor. Fat Nuggets was safely contained on his bed.

You were leaned against his doorframe with a smirk on your face. This was your best payback in a while, especially since Angel's pathetic attempt at a prank earlier in the week. He had attempted to put hair dye in your shampoo, however, this form had darker hair than the dye would accept so it was futile in the end.

"C'mon, toots," his tone was pleading. "I can't hold on much longer here. Y-Y'know, Charlie wouldn't like to know about this! Shame if it got out."

"Charlotte can't do much against this. Plus, if anything, you started it," you replied.
"What are ya? Five?"
"A good bit older than that, Angel Dust," you moved the legos pieces out of the way with your foot as you moved closer to him.

"Toots, that wasn't fucking nice," he sneered, arms crossed. You had let him down and made a decent path from his bed to the door.

You pat him on the head, hard. "Aw, my poor Angel." You smiled, tone overly condescending. You had set up the legos soon after he blacked out from a drink last night. Meaning, he woke up unable to move anywhere without stepping on thousands of tiny, plastic pieces.

He was only able to jump to the stripper pole in the center of his room before he was islanded there.

"I'll getcha back," he laughed evilly.
You rolled your eyes. "Sure. Same trick?"
"Mmm," he hummed. "I'll make it worse."
"You do that, sugar," you said, leaving him standing alone outside his room to scheme.

As you walked down the stairs, you faintly heard him yell. "C'mon, nuggie! We got work to do!" Then the scraping sound of legos being picked up by the dozens.

You were almost out the door when a microphone blocked your way. Alastor followed swiftly behind it.
"Hello, my dear," his grin never wavering. "Where are you off to this fine evening? Perhaps someplace you shouldn't be?" He inquired, leaning towards you.

It was a cute attempt at intimidation, you thought. In truth, you towered over him, even in this shorter form. Besides, despite the little story you cooked up, you could smite him with just a thought. Death danced in the palm of your hand, ready and waiting to do your bidding.

"Don't worry about me, Alastor," you said. "I wanted to explore the Pride ring some more, care to join me?"
He hummed. "I do apologize, my dear. But I have work to attend to!" He disappeared through the maze of the hotel's hallways.

Your eyes flicked around the lobby once more, seeing no one, you bolted out the doors. Down the alleys you dashed, past broken buildings and fallen debris which occasionally fell in your way. There was no one around, hellborn or sinner. That was suspicious. Hell was overcrowded, specifically the Pride Ring, hence the "need" for the extermination.

A few minutes of running down backstreets and through abandoned yards and homes, you arrived at the very heart of the Pride Ring, the Inner City, where Heaven's embassy stood tall over the city.