Wings | A HuskerDust Story (Hazbin Hotel AU!)

Chapter 8

The next morning, the Hazbin Hotel began to stir as its residents woke up to face another day in Hell. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the corridors and common areas. The hotel was slowly coming to life, the early morning quiet replaced by the sounds of movement and chatter.

Husk woke early, stretching his sore muscles from a night spent on the couch. He glanced over at Angel, who was still sleeping peacefully in the bed. With a sigh, Husk quietly left the room, closing the door gently behind him. He needed to talk to Charlie about what had happened last night.

He found Charlie in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee. She looked up and smiled when she saw him. "Morning, Husk," she greeted.

Husk's expression turned serious as he sat down across from her. "Charlie, we need to talk. It's about Angel. Last night, he almost... he almost ended his life."

Charlie's face paled, her eyes widening in shock and concern. "Oh my God, Husk. Is he okay now?"

Husk nodded slowly. "Physically, yes. But he's struggling a lot. Valentino is pushing him harder than ever, and Angel feels trapped. I was thinking... maybe your dad, Lucifer, could do something about Valentino. Maybe he could help us get Angel out of this mess."

Charlie took a deep breath, considering Husk's words. "It's not that simple, Husk. My dad is powerful, but he doesn't intervene in the affairs of other demons lightly. He has his own rules and reasons."

"But this is different, Charlie," Husk insisted. "Angel is suffering. He's five months pregnant, and his depression is getting worse every day. If we don't do something, I don't know how much longer he can hold on."

Charlie's expression softened, her heart aching for Angel. "I'll talk to my dad," she promised. "I'll explain the situation and see if there's anything he can do. But you know how he is, Husk. I can't make any guarantees."

"Thank you, Charlie," Husk said, his voice filled with gratitude. "We need all the help we can get."

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Later that day, after her conversation with Husk, Charlie felt a heavy weight on her shoulders. She knew she had to talk to her dad, Lucifer, and see if there was any way he could help Angel. She retreated to her office, where she could have some privacy, and picked up the phone, dialing a number she rarely used.

The phone rang a few times before a deep, smooth voice answered, "Hello, my dear Charlotte. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

Charlie took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Hi, Dad. I need to talk to you about something really important. It's about one of the residents at the hotel, Angel Dust."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Lucifer's voice came through, curious but cautious. "Angel Dust, you say? The infamous porn star? What has he done now?"

"It's not what he's done, Dad," Charlie began, her voice filled with urgency. "It's what's being done to him. He's five months pregnant, and he's been suffering terribly. Valentino is pushing him harder than ever, exploiting him in ways that are just... inhumane. Angel is trapped, and he's sinking deeper into depression every day. Last night, he almost took his own life."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. When Lucifer spoke again, his voice was filled with shock and confusion. "Pregnant? Angel Dust is pregnant? How is that even possible, Charlotte? He's a sinner... and a male one at that!"

Charlie bit her lip, trying to find the right words. "It's complicated, Dad. Valentino gave Angel some kind of potion. It made him able to get pregnant. And now, Valentino is using that to exploit him even more."