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Chapter Twenty One (HuskerDust) Overlord Angel- There's a New Mob Boss In Town

OverTake Overlord Angel Dust- There's a New Mob Boss In Town

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Hazbin Hotel- Angel Dust's room

3:08 am

He was tired. Exhausted. Mentally and physically. His body hurt. His bones felt weak. His body was sore. He wanted to die again. Something, he wasn't sure what, had ignited inside.

He stood up after rethinking the choice he was about to make. Shaking it off, he slipped on his coat, which was black and hot pink with accents of dark red. He slipped his boots on, as well as a pair of dress pants, which was a first, but it felt nice. He slid on a fitted yet button up pinstripe shirt, topping it off with a fedora that had a feather in it. Lastly... The tommy gun that was under his bed. He stored it in his body after hiding away his third set of arms, having made sure it was locked and loaded with bullets. He gently pet Fat Nuggs before walking out of his room, silently and undiscovered, only stopping and crawling into the shadows when Husker walked up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't notice that he wasn't in the bedroom currently. Once he was gone, he continued down the stairs and slipped outside into the night.

He knew where he was going. Teeth bared, an angry look on his face, all eight eyes open and glowing magenta. He took turns and went down paths, shooting glares whenever he would get looks from other sinners who were passing by. Just as he thought he was clear, someone called him a name he despised.

"You lookin' for a good time, slut?" Angel whipped around and pinned the shark demon to the wall, growling.

"Say tha' again. I dare ya," he warned, setting him down, walking down the rest of the path until he came to the building he was headed to. The Don's building. Also known as his father's mob business building. He entered after a short argument with the front receptionist. The Don was of course filled in on this and was more than pleased, well.... Sort of, to hear his other son was "demanding" to see him.

"Anthony-." A steel blade was thrown across the room.

"Don't you "Anthony" me," growled the spider, laying four hands on the desk, glaring at his father. "I know the shit that's been happenin'. The hits youse are orderin'. Puttin' me in danger as well as my friends."

"Ain't no one in danger, Anthony. It's just business. You know how it's supposed to go," the Don answered, yellow eyes meeting his son's fuschia ones. Angel growled, having enough of the bullshit and decided to end it once and for all.

"Do I? Cause I sure as hell am done with ya," he growled, taking out his tommy gun and pointing it at the larger arachnid, pulling the trigger with little hesitation. Arackniss, who had been standing in the corner, dead silent, only made a remark when he had realised Angel had killed their father.

"I ain't stickin' around," he said coldly, flicking the stub of his cigarette before leaving. The spider seemed proud of himself and he was proud of himself. With his father out of the way.... He decided to take over the business, soon becoming the second most feared Overlord in all of Hell. Well... Alastor was still the first feared Overlord of Hell, then Husker was the second most feared Overlord, including Angel Dust. The deer was more than pleased to help out the arachnid with his uprising, and as entertaining as it was, the spider was nothing like Valentino.

From Husker's perspective, Anthony treated his assistants and those who he made deals with like family. In return for working for him, he would offer them a home, food and everything else in between. The only set of rules that had to be followed were that no one betrayed or lied to Angel (and he could tell whether or not if someone was lying), the second one was to almost never disrupt him whenever his office door was shut and the door was almost always unlocked and cracked, unless it was shut and locked, no one dared to enter after what had happened the last time and the third thing was to never, never call him by the name he despised that brought back the memories of working with Valentino.