Hazbin Hell (Various HH x Human!OC)

Masquerade Pt. 1

The group watched in disgust as the tv showed Angel Dust getting railed by another demon.

"You know, this performance won me a sex-x-xi award." Angel stated.

"It's very... honest?" Charlie suggested.

Amelia gagged at the scene and Charlie turned her head away.

"Okay! Enough of that." Vaggie said and shielded her girlfriend's eyes. She gave Angel an annoyed look. "Angel, what the fuck?"

"What?!" Angel asked, feigning innocence. "You said it was show 'n tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker." He adjusted his shirt to fit around his chest fluff, frowning at the mention of his rival.

"Ya know," Husk said from the bar. "Not a very convincing interrogation scene."

"Alright, dickhead." Angel laughed angrily. "What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?"

"You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts aren't hot garbage?" Husk asked him.

"Fuck you." Angel said and pointed to the TV. "This is classy art."

"That's bullshit." Husk said. "You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." He points to Pentious and moved to the many couches.
"That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep."
He turns to Charlie.
"Princess is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems except her own."

Charlie stutters, trying to deny it. She couldn't come up with an excuse so she sat there, hugging her knees, quietly. Husk turns to Vaggie.

"This one judges everyone and everything because she hates herself."
Vaggie frowns at that. Husk wasn't lying. He then gestures to Amelia.
"She keeps quiet about herself, too afraid to move forward. She doesn't talk to anyone properly. She turns to creating addictions for herself to get her mind off of her past."
Amelia stared at him quietly. She was so quiet, Husk felt a pin of guilt for spilling her secret. He turned to Niffty.
"And Niffty... you don't even wanna know what her deal is."

Husk grabs a bottle of alcohol and takes a drink. Angel kicked his feet and laughed.

"You weren't kiddin'!" Angel shouted. "Kitten's got claws." He grabbed under Husk's chin. "Meow."

Husk breaks away from Angel's hold, disgusted by the action.

"And you!" Husk scoffed. "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are."

"Me? Fake? Wow. I had no idea." Angel sarcastically replied. "I guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass and-" Angel's phone rang in his pocket. "Hold that thought."

He took the phone and answered the call, walking away. He stuttered every word, seeming uncomfortable with the person he was talking to. The group watched him with worry before he finally hung up.

"Look like Val needs me for an emergency shoot." Angel told the group.

"Uh-huh." Husk said in disbelief. "Sure."

"You know what? Fuck you." Angel snapped. "I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks 'a me." He pulled out some shouts from his chest fluff, ready to leave the hotel. "So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic." Angel walked to the two front doors, flipping Husk off on the way.

Charlie sprinted up to him. "Angel, you can't leave yet." She gently guided him back to the main lobby. "We haven't finished our exercises for the day."

"I'm sure you'll manage without me." Angel said and walked back over to the exit.

"There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself." Charlie said, blocking Angel's only way of leaving.

"Doll face." Angel harshly said, growing annoyed by the minute. "It's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do."

Charlie frowns at that. She wanted to help, but he was right. She couldn't fix his boss. She moved out of the way. Angel opened the door and caught a glimpse of the group watching him leave. His gaze landed on Amelia.

Her pleading eyes begged him not to go, knowing what things happen in the studio. She knew his trauma and a part of his pain. But as Angel stepped out of the building and closed the door behind him, he realized that she could never understand what he was going through.

They could never meet eye to eye. And he hoped they never would. Angel made his way to the porn studio, not being able to keep his mind off the look on Amelia's face.

"Hey, baby." Angel's boss, Valentino, cooed once he made it to his changing room.

"Hey, Val." Angel replied.

Valentino stepped behind Angel and hugged the spider from behind. He started to rub around his thighs, implying what he wanted with the demon after filming was over with.

"We start in 5." Val whispered into his ear.

He pulled his arms back and walked out of the room. Angel let a tear slip down his cheek. He didn't want to do this. He took a deep breath in and out, wiping his tear. He put a smile on and walked into the filming area. He sat on the bed, no clothes on, and started once the camera's rolled.

"Oh, daddy, I, uh..." Angel forgot his line. He sat up and reached for the papers under the pillow. "Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" Angel asked his boss.

"Just improve it." Val told him. "You think anyone watches for the dialogue?" He paused to turn to his coworker, who shakes his head. "Action!" He told the crew.

The door slammed open and three actors dressed as burglars came in. They surrounded Angel.

"Oh, no so many burglars." Angel huskily said. "And only one me. Whatever shall I do? I guess..." he looked at the script one more time. "I'll have to do... all of you."

One of the demons harshly pinned Angel to the bed.

"So what are ya gonna do ta' me?" Angel said.

He hears the door quietly squeak. He turns to it and watches as it slowly opens. It reveals two people.

"Charlie? Amelia?"