The Devil | Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader |

V5 | 4.5: PLEAD.

Yeah this is a little short thing I wrote. Plus it's good for the story anyways.

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3RD P.O.V

As the midnight sky was taking its last breaths, the glimmer of the moon falling low and welcoming the sun, the Happy Hotel remained its structure, and all the lights were off, shadowy and quiet.

Inside one room, lurking upstairs and silent, just as all the others, there was the tall furry spider that was Angel Dust. He sat down on his fluffy bed, holding a phone close to his ear as his lower two arms hugged his knees tightly.

"You think you can just leave whenever the fuck you want?" A voice snapped at him, venomous, angry. Valentino, as usual, was ranting at Angel.

"No—" Angel meekly responded, but before he could continue, he was cut off, "Don't fucking lie to me. You show up late as fuck, and the one moment I go to do something, you get outta there like this is some game?" Valentino spoke to him. Every word sounded like a stab to Angel's body, and his arms only tightened around his shins tighter.

"I-I... Val, it was fa' somethin' import—" Again, Angel was cut off. "I don't give a fuck if it's something 'important'. Your job is what's important. You belong to me, you belong to this industry. You aren't shit without it!"

A long silence protruded between them, and Angel let off shaky breaths. Even if Valentino wasn't there to strike at him, he felt as if he was beat to the point he couldn't breathe. It hurt. The words. They really hurt.

"When you come in tomorrow, and I mean TOMORROW, I'm going to make sure it's fucking miserable. Ever since that guy came along, you've been acting like shits sweet. You have to learn your goddamm place again." And with that, Valentino hung up.

The moment Angel hears the phone click, he looked at it, warmth clouding his eyes as small drips of water left them. He looked at the phone, the number of Valentino appeared more vivid than anything else, and it angered him. He hated it!

His phone went flying toward the wall, and it slammed onto it, dropping and clinking back toward the edge of his bed on the floor. Angel eyed it, letting out a sharp breath and a small groan, wiping at the tears. He looked at his arms, wet, but his eyes weren't dry. They never stopped crying no matter how hard he tried to wipe them away.

Angel grabbed at the sheet on his bed, flipping it over onto him and digging his head into his pillow. Sometimes, he'd had wish he could just keep his head there, suffocate and end his life right then and there.

But he couldn't. Like always, he just couldn't. It hurt too much to. His head rose back up, and he turned his face toward the edge of his bed, seeing his phone on the floor. He reached down and grabbed at it, pulling back and tapping against the screen.

He needed someone to talk to. Someone to vent, someone who'd listen and wouldn't judge him for his past decisions with Valentino. He would call Cherri, but she's been MIA for a long time.

He sniffed, wiping his tears again, and hoping they'd stay away. His eyes came to the sight of Y/N's contact. Y/N. He trusted Y/N more than most people nowadays. Y/N would listen, wouldn't he?

... But it was about 2 in the morning, later than ever. Y/N's been dealing with his own stuff, and being an overlord? That must be very busy...

Angel gulped, setting down his device onto the bedside table and turning away from it, letting out deep breaths and tugging at his pillow, closing his eyes shut tightly.

If he could just sleep.... Sleep it off.. Then he'd be fine.