Destined For You

Chapter One (Husk)

In a world where every soul is bound by chains, the cruellest fate is to be destined for one who cannot save you.

Husker and Angel Dust had been friends for a while now. Not long, but Angel trusted the cat demon enough to open up to him. Husk didn't like hearing the spider demon vent but he guessed he was all Angel had. So he listened.

After another late night of Angel getting back to the hotel, black and blue, ranting about how shitty his job was or how rough certain clients had been, Husk listened, putting his drink down so Angel didn't think he was trying to drown him out with the amber liquid. Once he'd finished, Husk watched him leave when he felt something. He couldn't quite tell if it was disgust, irritation or sympathy or maybe even all three.

For as long as Husk could remember he hadn't been a good person. Or cat, for that matter. He hated everything and everyone... or he thought he did. Sure Angel Dust was fucking annoying but after Husk had learnt that Angel's flamboyant, flirty personality was all a facade. Hiding the darkness deep inside him. Just like Husk was. He started seeing the spider demon in a different light.

"Poor kid.." Husk let the words slip off his tongue before he could stop them. Angel was half way up the stairs and he hoped he hadn't heard him. Which he didn't. Thank God. Husk sighed heavily, his wings heavy against his back and rustling as he stretched. He knew he had to close the bar but he couldn't bring himself to even move. The edges of his vision darkened, pulling him closer and closer to an alcohol-induced sleep.

Then everything went black.

A few hours probably passed before Husk woke up with a pained groan. He'd passed out on the bar. Again. And now his back was probably going to play up all day. Glancing at the clock; having to squint to see the hands properly. Husk saw that it was 5:09 A.M he'd been passed out drunk for almost four hours.

"Fuck."

Husk winced, forcing himself to straighten up, grunting in the process as his lower back protested, one hand instinctively going to hold it.

Eventually the cat demon managed to steady himself and stumble up the stairs to his room of which was a mess of playing cards, dice, half empty whiskey bottles, some forgotten gambling winnings. His room was a mess not that he cared Nifty would probably end up blitzing it for him while he was out knowing how that little nuisance was. She'd probably scream if she saw his pigsty of a room.

Husk plopped down on his bed, grumbling something under his breath, the feathered tip of his tail twitching slightly in irritation and discomfort and his ears drooped against his head as he scowled.

He just lay there staring at the wall, he didn't even know how much time passed, not until Charlie knocked on his door to wake him up and tell him to get ready for the day.

"Husk it's time to rise and shine! We have so much planned for today!"

The enthusiasm in her voice just annoyed Husk more, he growled low in his chest trying his best not to snap at her. She'd done nothing wrong after all.

"Coming.." The cat finally managed to croak, forcing himself up and swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, not bothering to change out of the same black suspenders he'd worn all week.

He trudged out of the room, the sudden brightness of the hotel lights blinding him for a second, catching a glimpse of everyone else already downstairs. Charlie was discussing the routine for that day with Vaggie by her side of course.

Alastor leaned against the wall nearby that signature shit-eating grin unwavering on his face if anything it widened when he saw Husker, his fingers tapping against his staff.