A Chef and Radio Demon (Hazbin Hotel fanfiction Alastor x OC)

Chapter 18: Getting a Soul Contract and Revealing the Truth

Inside the Casino near the Bar

Amber's P.O.V:

"Do you see him, Ian?"

"Yeah. Why are we even doing this, Amber? It doesn't make any sense. It would be better to go and demand a game from him."

"No. We watch and wait for him to get bored. Now, give me my whiskey, and I will give you the strawberry daiquiri that the bartender thought was mine."

"I still can't believe you like whiskey. How do you drink this stuff? It tastes like fire down my throat." Ian whispered, giving me my whiskey, and I gave him the strawberry daiquiri before I chuckled softly and drank my whiskey. We've been sitting at the bar, watching Valentino play Poker, waiting for him to get bored for about four hours. I will gladly wait ten hours to get Angel's contract. I know what I am doing. You must be patient and wait for the right moment to strike. I had almost finished my drink and suddenly heard, "What are you doing, Miss Angel? Are you done hiding?" I nearly choked on my whiskey and turned to see Cerrubii with her followers before my eyes widened, and I whispered, "What are you doing here?! I thought you didn't like casinos!"

"Well, I wanna see how you play against the Shady Moth. So, can I stay, please? Follower River said you might need backup, just in case!"

"I...Alright. But stay by us, please?"

"Great...this won't fuck up our plan," Ian mumbled against his drink before I glared at him and was about to say something when we turned to hear Valentino groan. Perfect! Now is the Time to strike! I finished my drink and walked over to the Poker tables with Ian, Cerrubii, and her followers following me before I saw Valentino smoking his pipe and letting out that red smoke I'd seen way too many times. I waved it away and looked down at Valentino before I gave him a sweet smile. He looked at me, smiling. "Hey...I know you. The little pecora that came into my studio with the principessa. I didn't think you would show up at a place like this. What can I do for you tonight, little pecora?" Valentino said, looking at me before I chuckled and said, "I heard that you come here and play high-risk games. But I notice you look rather bored. I thought you would want to play a new type of Poker game. My friend here would be playing you." I showed Ian, and Valentino looked at Ian before I saw Valentino smile big and say, "Damn...he does look pretty good. Alright, what's the risk?"

"Angel Dust's contract. I want it off your hands."

"Angel Dusk? That twink? Why would you want him?"

"I don't. The Chef wants him. And The Chef always gets what they want."

"Ha! You know what? Why not? But what about a dealer? We need a dealer, Ragazzino."

"Miss Angel will be the dealer. Follower River, a fresh deck!" Cerrubii said, looking at Valentino and pointing to me before he looked at Cerrubii and chuckled. It was clear that he didn't think I would be a dealer. Good. Just the way I planned. I looked at River, and he handed me an unopened deck before I opened it and shuffled it. I saw Ian glaring at Valentino, and Valentino looked at me before he said, "What game are we playing? It better not be fucking Poker." I chuckled and looked at Valentino before I said, "It's sort of like Poker, but there are a few changes, including no folding or calling. You will only be allowed to bet or raise. And we are betting on Souls, of course. You both will face off by showing your hand in each round. But whoever bets more souls will be given the right to choose."

"What? What do you mean to choose?"

"Stronger or Weaker. Who has the stronger or weaker hand? You know the rules of Poker, Valentino, but this game has a twist. Whoever bets more souls earns the right to choose and can pick whether the stronger or weaker hand will win this game. If you choose stronger, just like a normal Poker, the person with the better hand wins. But with weaker, it's reversed. As long as you bet high, even a crappy hand will win."