𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Savior

||~Angel's POV~||

Angel whimpered softly, his body in immense pain. Where was he? Why did he feel so empty? So hollow?

He heard a door open and soon, the sound of a baby crying.

Baby..

A baby.

HIS BABY!

Angel's eyes shot open and he quickly sat up, but soon, electrifying pain shot through him. He didn't care, he had to get to his child.

"Angel Cakes~" A voice purred, and goosebumps erupted across the spider's skin, his pristine fur standing on end.

"Valentino." Angel spat. Valentino's malicious red eyes sparkled, and he grinned wolfishly as he cradled a baby close to his chest.

Angel's eyes zeroed in on the demon, and his eyes widened slightly as he realized that was his daughter.

"She looks so much like you, baby. But she has that... thing's eyes." Her eyes were ruby red, just like her father. Just like Alastor.

"No matter. We can fix that." He smirked, and Angel looked up at Valentino. "Don't hurt her." He hated how weak and fragile his voice sounded.

Valentino looked down at Angel, "I will do what I fucking what, Angel Dust."  He hated when Valentino said his name like that. As if it were a curse.
Perhaps it was, though.

"You fucking slut, hooking up with the radio fucker then popping out his fucking kid?!" He grasped Angel by the throat, pinning him to the wall. Valentino's lower arms held the baby as she screamed and cried.

"You fucking whore." Valentino lowly said, squeezing tight enough for it to really hurt. Angel gasped for air, his airway cut off.

"Always thinking your better then everyone else, oh do I have some news for you, baby. This girl," He gestured to the baby, "Will be my top fucking star. I'll make her famous. I'll make her my little bitch, and she'll-"

The lights went out, the glass surrounding the bulbs shattering in one go. The baby's crying became covered with static, her screams forming into dangerous white noise.

Valentino dropped both the arachnid and the baby, and Angel quickly caught her as he fell to the ground with a soft oof.

"M̶̦͋̑̅͐̈́y̷̨̛̳̮̰̩̗̻̥̹̗̅͐́̌͑͌̌̚ ̷̛̻̬͚̤̐̾͒̃̈́̂̀́ͅĂ̴̮̪̫̍n̶̯̤̯̮̭̥͔̊̊͜͜͝g̴̟̣͓̜̫̘͉̹͔̑́̊͋̎̆̇̏́͝ẹ̸̩̠̯̪̭͇̠̫̔̑͌̔͒̊͒̀͠l̵̢̢̯͔̘͚̦̝͈͇͝.̸̤͕͔͎̩͈͚͈̊̈́̌͘͝ͅ ̸̲͔̭͉͚̲̾̓̕M̵̬̈́̔̎͗̇͐̍͘͝y̶̱̺͉͖͖͉̽ ̷̦͒͌̽͛̀̈́c̸̢̢͇͈̤̪̥͖̺̀̀h̶͎͕̗͈̺̖̓̍̉̒̓̈́͋̈́ḭ̷̰̣̖͕͍̭̪̯͓̌̆͛̽́͠͠l̴̥̖͔̯̠̙̓͒̈́d̵̯͈͓̳̣̥͍͒̑́͜.̶̜̤̳̲̺̘̤͔̙̍̈́̾̂͗́͗̏" A dark and staticky voice came from the darkness of the room. 

Angel held his baby close to his chest, keeping her warm and safe in his arms. The baby quieted down, now cooing and holding onto Angel's pinky finger.

His heart burst with untamable love for her, and he held her as his boyfriend, the Radio Demon, made an entrance.

"Y̵̯̟̦̾̃̎͐̑̇̀͜͝ȏ̷͈̖͈̥̙̩̰̩̉̏̚͝͝͝u̵̼͉̥̯̰̅̒͗͐͝͝ ̷̡̰̪̑̑b̷̧͎̻̫̈́̉̐ͅě̵̫̤͔̍̄̃̒̽̇͝l̷̨̢̟̗̺̭̬͎͍̮͋̃̑̓͋̆̍̚î̶̦̳͇̞ͅę̴̛̛͔̠͎̳͖̹̫̺̟̊̓̽̒̈́͘̕̚v̴̢̞̻͖̐́͑̈̋͜͝ę̷̟̤͈͖̰̣̈́͑̑͛̉̾̇̕͜ ̶̪̘̭͎͍̥̈́̐̽̀̇͛̆ͅy̶̫̎̐͛͌̀̎̔͜ọ̴͇̩̙̜̯̜̹̇̀̾͋̈́͝u̷̠̱͓͚͎̹̥̍̌̀̉̈́̑ ̶̣̾̅̄̅̆̈́͗͜c̷̙̽̾́̀̏̀̃̉̄̎a̷̼̥͛͌̊̈̀͘n̷̬̯̋̂͛̈́̚ ̶̣̞̣͙͇̳͗̂̑͊̊͘t̴̡͓͇̰͋̈́ȧ̶̪͍͓̭̣̺̠͓͖̩ḱ̷̟͎̣̺͖̭͖̟̖͗̈́̾̋̊͌ȩ̴̧̠͍̥͓͇̠͖̈̃ ̴̪̪̦͈̑̋̉ḿ̴̛͙̹̺̳̤̙͊̈́̄́̈́͗ͅy̸̛͓̮͍̝̣͛̑̍̊͒̔̔ ̴͉̬̖̞̱̜͒̒͐̉͋͋͌ͅÁ̸͎̪̜̟̖̯̏̊̎͒́̕͝n̴̨̯͖͉͎̘̮̬͉̍̕͘ǵ̸͙̟̟̰̗̏̓̚̕ȅ̶͙̜͉̘̪̰̱͚͙̓̄̐̃̅ḽ̴̝̗̫̠͓̰̗͙͇̐ ̸̡͉̜͙̌̎́͠͝f̴̣͙̗̘̑r̸͉͚̹͙͖̫͈̩̺̜͠ợ̶̱̱͐̅̌̾͜m̸̡̩̞̳̭͉͍̘̄̅͑̂͒̓̿͜ ̵̠̰̍͂̅̌̋m̴̡̳̭͓̭̮̰͓̫͗̒̿͐̐͛͊͝e̴͉͖̼͍̫̼̥̻͊͛͊͊́͜͝ͅ ̵͔̭̯̤̘̾̈͌̍̍̈́͐͋ẉ̴̨̝͈̼͉͙̜̔͆̾i̵͍̝̲̹̜͔̠̹͚̽̉͐̋̈́̐͆t̷̩͓̺̟̭͙̹̠̬͘͜h̶̡͖̟̜̹̙͎̺́̀̎͊͐́̎o̸̡̧͍̖͔̥͈͐̉͗͐̚ȗ̶͇͎͈̺̯̈́͛̋̆̅̅̆̕t̴̢̺͔̭̝͔̩̽̀̽ͅͅ ̷̤̭̮̳͉̺̗̪͎̝̒͌m̵̢͎̝͕̟̙̖̈́̿̆̀̌͂̃̿̚e̵͉͕̜̲̮̦͍̟̪̜͒̉͑͊͝ ̶̯͓͎͉͆̂̓͑̓͑̀͘͠ḳ̸̨̢̛̬͐̇̔n̶̨͎̬̤͖̱͉͂͘͘ͅo̷̤͗̇̔̆̆̊͝͝w̵̩͖̽͂ì̸̺͖͕̳̹̠̪̿͊͜ͅń̴̡̙̠̱̏͌͝g̶̢̨̣̺̱̳̈́̿̏̓͌,̸̪̀ ̶̮͉̮͈̹̓̏͌͜ẙ̷̩̬͉̟̥̰͈̬ǫ̷͈̫͚̯̻̟̽̈́ư̶̠̆̓̅̓͑͛̽͋͘ ̸̝̺͖̫̖̮͕̺̒̀͝į̷̺͎̄n̵͖̣̫̱̟̝̎s̷̛̹͎͔̄͜͜í̷̡̥̘̬̘͕̞̜̆͗͒̈́p̷͉̝̩̗̔̊̀̂̑̀͠͠ͅȋ̴̛͕̟͒̒̆̂̈́͝d̸̼̭̦͇̰̥͓͇̩̂̂̋̅͑̈́͊͝ͅ ̸͖̻̻̦̘̥̻̮͌͌̓̔́̍̒̕͜ͅm̷͓̗̈̽̓̌͜o̸̙̜̞̠͇̮̔̾̌t̸̖̃̑̿h̷̼̝̞̳͉̪̑͂́̀?̴̯̲̟̙̌͊ ̷̘̱͚͇̹̩̱͋̂̒͗̀̔͜Ỷ̸̧͍̳̫͉̑͒͊̑͠ơ̷̯̤̱͍̝̽̂̾̋͗̃̈́͝u̷̹͚͖̱̹͓͇̝̇̾̓͗́̑͐͂ ̸̧̢̖͍̬̜̣͑͜t̴̤̣̘̋͒́̉ŗ̴̧͕̳͇̈́̈́̂̎̈́͋͛̊̊̓ų̷̧̗̣̯̩̜̭̉̆͝l̵̠̻̖̑y̴̘̞̐̇͌͗̐̚͠ ̶̗͕͔̺̔̕ḅ̷̜̹͛̓͛̚ͅě̸͙̠̭͓̥̞̞̅̑͐̃̽̏̊̿̚ͅl̵̮̙̙̰̹̯̫̝͌̓̄̕ͅį̷̧̗͔͕̟̑ę̷̟̿͐͂̋̌͝v̸̢͎͇͔͕̪͆̈́͐̎͌͝e̶̱̱̮̓͑̀̉͘ ̵̠͇̝̦͉͓̘͂́̎̋̔̔̍̉͘͝Ì̵̯̜͔̼͈̱͔̒͋̈́̓̕ ̷̨̠̺͓͙̝̄͊̄̓̍̀̆̚͜͝͝w̶̯̰̭̉̆͋̔o̵̧̘͓͗́̏̄̈̚͘͜n̶̛͕̝͕͇̦͍̂̆͜'̶̱͓͙̠̞̈́̆t̸̟̰͇̲̝͊͗̽͜ ̶͓̀͊ń̸̘̺̀̽͝ö̴̡̥̪̙̍̎̀̆̊t̴͇͔̞͙̙́͗͑͜͝i̵̧̟̞̠̯̺̦͔̖̓̊̐͑̋̚͘͜č̶̟̗̞͋̃̉͆̾͋͆͝e̶̪̻̼̦͎̱̍̈́̉͌̇̔̚ ̷͊̊̓̈ͅm̷̡̧͎̬̙̞͈̤̲̤͛͌͘͝y̸̥̘͌̆̎̅̽̆̌͗̍͜ ̴̨̻͎̯̱̘̱̙̞̤́͛̐̅͠p̶͖̀͋̉̊̈̓̆̃̕͝ŗ̵̮̲̠̞̎̅͊̈́͆̐̂͝ͅĕ̵͎̹̘͓̞͈͊́̓̓̚͘͝ǵ̵̗̼̗̜̩̙̊ǹ̵̻̘̹̖̒̊̿͠͝ḁ̴̉̇̎̾̓͋̊͂̐͑n̷͎̟̦̞̻̲͉̘̆̉͠t̶̢́̀̂ ̷̫̖͕͇̉̐́͋͛̎͌ļ̷̨͔̙̼͎̀̅́͒̊̔̆̏̀̕ö̷̯̭̈́̿̒̋̄̍͝͠͠v̷͉͍͔̺͔̹͉̳̬̪̾e̵̘̗̖̞̔r̴̺͠ ̴͚̠̞̼̮͊̊͗̏̌́̃m̵̨͙͎̮̭̭̺̎ỉ̴̙͕̬̪͉̟̹̬s̶͕̠̞̯̲̾̀͗́s̴̥͓̞̻̄ĭ̷̠͔͙͑n̷̨̦͈͓̣̣͚̄͊̄̆̍̍̂͆̇̋g̸̰̽̎?̷̧͔͍̽̓̽̈́ ̶̡̖͇̬̬̫̫͖̱͍͗͆͑̾̈́̂̎̉͝Y̵̢̤̗̙̥͌̀̂͊̀͆͂ͅͅõ̴̘̪̏̽̓͂͑̇͝ư̸̺̗͔̼̥̼̦̱͖͐̍͒͘͝ ̵̬̙̪̰̰͆̔̓͌́̚ä̴͎͕̠̼́͂̔r̵͈̱̲͉̯̅͛͘͠e̶̢̗̖̜͎̠̩̮̝͍͛ ̷̯̟͕̤̪̫̼̟̓̈́͛̐̑̊̿á̴̧̧͍̣̙̠͍̭̹̼͆̕ ̶̢͈̼̩̰͋̅̓͝f̵̛̛̳̏̆̓̏̅̽̓̕ō̶̢̧͖̤͔̟̮̟ȏ̷̻̈͋̿̃̌͠͠l̸̡̟͖͇͔̎͌̓ͅ.̶̭̠̳̲̖͚͉̰͖̩̿̐͐̾͋͒̾͛̅ ̴̠͕̟̹̟͒͌Ą̶̮̗̦̖̟̗̳̬̞̋̽ ̵̨̤̙̻̱̞̂́͗̓͂̆́͗͝f̴̧̙͍͚̟̓̈̒ợ̵̙̝͙̬̓o̵̢̹͉̝͎̠̞̺͔͊͆l̵̢̪̫̙̋͌̏̉̎̽͘͝͝ ̴̱̖͔̪̠͓̖̫͘w̶̧̬̲͔̰̝͍̔̀͐̒͌̐h̶͚̪͖̻͍̉̊̉͋͒͂̐̿͜͝o̴̼͖̲̙̬̫͝ ̷̢̛̖̉̀̉̑̎̆̇̚w̶̧̬̮̩͕͕̦̭̏̀̀͠ͅi̸̧̫͖̱͔̜̥̭̲͂̚͝l̵̼̲̘̼̲̥̰̦̘̬͌̐͌̚l̴̥̺̃̎͝ ̴͙̣̉̾͂b̶̢̮̩̹̹͈̭̩̈́̃ͅḝ̴̗͉̩̞̫̰̫̬̔͆̍͂͛̇̒̀͠ ̵̠̦̼̱̞͍̤̩̗̀̈̈͛͌͠K̶̩̼͇̝̦͈̞̔͑̕Í̶̛̝̩͉̦͔̇́̀̆̑̏̓͂ͅL̶̡̛̙̩͙̠̋͋̈́͗͝Ľ̴̰̙͓͎̱͗E̶̡̨̢̛̹͇̺͙̫̫̯͆͐̽͆̚͝D̶̮̪̣̐͗ ̵̧̲͔̜͙̯̪̣̻̐̓̂̄̎́̀̚͘̕͜f̸̢̢̧̰̲̰̄̕͠ǫ̴̜̗̗͉̲̞̞͓̒̑͛͑͂̒͌̋̈́͘r̷̫͂̎ ̴̖̰̫͖̪̋ṭ̴͙̲͆̔̀͂͐̊͝͝h̶̤̩̫̞̮̤͖͓̹̾̉̍͐͛͘͝i̶̥̩̝̪͛̇̓̽͒͐̅̏̈́͝s̶͈̞͛̃͆̏͛́͛͝ ̸͓͕̜̻̤̱̠͉̆̃͜a̵̭̯͔̖̿̄̌͑̈́͛͗͒̐c̷̡̻̠̞̤̗̜͖͈͙̈́̈́̈̀͆̓̉͛̓͘t̸̩̩͗̓̍̕͘.̶͛̊."

Angel couldn't tell what was going on. His senses were everywhere, but solely focused on his daughter. A cold hand touched his shoulder and he jolted, quickly ready to defend his baby if it meant death.

Zahid, one of Alastor's many shadows, silently wrapped itself around Angel, the cold becoming a friend to the spider.

Valentino sneered at the Radio Demon, "This bitch is mine, you-" There was no time for Valentino to react. Alastor quickly interrupted his villain monologue as he drove a dagger, made out of Angelic Steel, into his heart.

"Ị̵͖̂͆͒ͅ ̷̩̬̙̋̀͐̄͜ͅw̶̩̹͐i̶̛̫͓͇̭͍̼̩̭̗̋̄̋̑̎̓̒́l̷̢̗̻̼̣͖̮̥̻̩͆́͌̍̓͘͘l̷̹̤̼͙͉̮̇̉͜ ̵̡̪̯̗̳̥̊̑̌͘̕s̴͙̱̠̩̹̻̱̟̞͑̃͋́̿͝ͅę̸̛̩͂͌̆̔͠e̶͉̳̙͉̹͈̊͒ ̵̡̝̝̪͇̹̓̓y̶̨̥̜̫̯͕͔̓̌̍̈́̈́̓̅̃͝o̵̞͖̖̮̓̆̓͂͊̑̔̽u̸̢̫̩͚͒͋͊̐͑͌͜͝ ̵͔̇̎ï̷̢̠̮̪̟͓̘͓͇̄̒́n̵̬̜͑̂̏ ̸͗̽͑̓̕ double hell." Alastor hissed, twisting the dagger in Valentino's chest, causing the moth to scream and wail with absolute pain.

He fell to the ground when Alastor dropped him, limp and dead.

Angel stared at his boyfriend as he took in his disheveled, almost monstrous, appearance. He was far bigger and had to crouch so he could fit in the room. His antlers, normally small and hardly noticeable, were the size of large tree branches. His gloved hands were ripped at the fingertips, his long claws creating holes in them. His smile was sharper. Angry. Green stitches marred his face, blood cascading down his lips. Blood stained his red suit, and Angel couldn't find Alastor unattractive, to say the least.

Alastor looked over his shoulder, and his form reverted back to its usual self, blood and guts disappearing from his fine wear.

||~Alastor~||

"Angel." Alastor quickly appeared in front of the spider, too concerned to bother walking. "Are- Are you alright, my love? Did-" He looked at his form, face paling slightly.

Blood was stuck to Angel's fur like a second coat, stitches all over his body. His little eyes beneath his main ones were bruised slightly, as was his arms. His neck was bruised as well, but in the shape of two hands around his throat, like a collar. Blood cascaded down Angel's thighs, his clothes ripped to ruin.

Alastor felt shame and white-hot anger lick down his spine, "I'm okay, Al.. It looks a lot worse then it is." Angel whispered, voice hoarse. His eyes, once so sparkly and bright, were now dimmed and droopy. Exhaustion seeped into his tone as he continued to speak, "Meet your daughter." He murmured, arms shaking with the weight of his daughter in his arms.

Alastor gently shifted Angel, letting the arachnid lean against him as he looked down at the... half doe half spider?

She had white hair all around with black tips, and her doe ears were black at the tips, just like Alastors. She had white fur with small pink markings all around her body. She looked up at her father, and smiled widely as she giggled.

Red ruby eyes to match Alastor.

"She's beautiful." Alastor whispered, holding his boyfriend close to him, "She looks so much like you, my dear.."

Angel smiled a little, eyes struggling to stay open. He merely hummed in response, much too tired to speak. Alastor's eternal smile wobbled at the edges, "Please rest, my love. I'll take care of her." He picked the spider up, who still held the baby in his arms protectively.

"Mkay.." Angel rested his head against Alastor's chest, succumbing to the world of sleep.

He looked back down at his daughter, eyes softening a fraction. Zahid made a soft chitter sound, poking the baby's cheek with its index finger. The baby cooed and grasped its finger, giggling with a toothless smile.

What surprised Alastor was the fact that her giggle was static-like.

A distant sound of a tail shuffling against clothing could be heard in the echoes of the empty room, save for the corpse and two men with a baby.

Early update!
-Vinnie<3