𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Minerva!?

||~Alastor~||
"This is nice," Alastor admitted, swirling wine in his glass.

Angel, albeit still tense, was beginning to relax a little(either from the alcohol or Alastor's charming attitude, he didn't want to know which). "I guess," Angel murmured, chewing the inside of his mouth.

Alastor disliked it when Angel did that, but it was an old habit of his. "Darling, I'm very sure Minerva is okay with Mochi and Husker. We need not worry of them."

The spider frowned, looking at his boyfriend, "I just- I don't know, Al... I've never been this far from her before. What if she needs me? What if she-"

"Anthony," The use of his real name gave his panicking spider pause, "Breathe, love. She's perfectly fine."

Angel swallowed hard, "Y- Yeah. Okay, yeah. She's okay."

Alastor's eternal smile became soft. Genuine. He reached across the table and placed his hand over Angel's, "Would it make you feel better if I checked?"

The spider visibly seemed to relax at that as he nodded.

||~Angel~||
Alastor closed his eyes, then opened them. They were rado dials.

Static noises and soft clicking sounds emitted from the Radio Demon, but his eye twitched and his smile sharpened.

"Al? You okay?" Angel asked, worry seeping into him.

His antlers branched out, creaking and groaning as they formed a crown of horns on his head.

One name came out of his sharp-toothed smile.

"C̷͔͖̱͔̞̮̊̄̈̕H̷͖̼̲̟̮̜̰̼͑̃͛̐Ą̶͇̟͍̹̯̺̀̒̽͝R̴̠̀̄Ĺ̵̡̠͇̳̟͎̰͍̣̏̉͒͛̕̕͝Ǫ̸̛̛̲͙͉̩͓̰͌͗̓̍̐̍T̴̰͔̐̑̊̊̔̐̊͘̚T̶̨̟͔̘̳̼͖̅̋͝É̶̢̧̪̦̈́̏̂̚͘͝ ̷̨̞̮́̀̈́̔̒͐M̴̢̡̺͉̈́Ȏ̶͖Ȑ̵̗̮̹̲̞̝̝͎̆̃̆̏̚͘͘N̵̢̯̭̻͉̻̻̄͆̈̀̔̈́̆̈́̚͘͜ͅĪ̷̢͕̳̮̰̰̲̳͖̫͑̆̓̊̀N̶̼̼̤̖̕Ģ̵̛̛͍̬͓̭̂̑̏S̴̖͎̬̎̐T̴̹̯̬̦͖̯̙̗̳̽͜A̸͇̩̺̣͍̍̉̽̊̆̏̓̓Ŗ̷͙̗̥͔̟̤̖͒ͅ."

Angel jolted, eyes widening.

"My love, we must go," Alastor quickly said, standing up even quicker. He tossed a wad of cash onto the table and grasped Angel's hand, practically running out of the restaurant and to the hotel.

~~~

"Ÿ̴̪͍̰͔̘̫͝Õ̴̜̰̫̗̣̗̺͛̈̐̓́̽̈́͜͝͝ͅU̶̝̗̽͛ ̷̡̢̛̺̗͓͓͇̩́̂̂A̷̪̘͐͛̍́̕͝R̸̫̃͂̿͐́͠͠͝Ḙ̴̰̘̒̊͛ ̴̢͎͉̱̜̩͇̺̿̅́́̇̎̀͠D̸̠͚͛͠E̴̝̱͚͚̯͈̻̙̊͊͌͑̽͑̌̅A̴̡͚͈̲̗͓͚͊͜ͅD̷̹̜͖̹̮̱̳̝͗̿̈́́̊͗͜,̶̟͔͙̯͈͊̋̔̔̄̉̈́͜ ̴̨̩̮̅̑͋̾̄̎͠H̸̢͖̖̎͐͝͝U̶̟̦̱̼̓͒͜Ś̷̡̧͚̣̟̆́̑͆̌̅͆͝K̵̨̛͎̓̽E̷̠̟̿̽͂̈́̓̒̋͛̔R̵̨̜̝͕̩̞̓͂̓͘.̴̰͕̟̦͆̌́̓̕͝ͅ" Alastor all but roared, storming into the hotel, Angel by his side.

The bartender jumped up, wings flaring and fur standing straight.

 "Al, wait! It's not his fault!" Charlie cried, standing in front of Husk.

"Where's Minerva?" Angel's voice was drenched with venom. Quiet and angry. His bi-colored eyes dimly glowing. His mini-eyes opened as well, narrowed and staring at Charlie.

"Uhm... So, f- funny story... I was getting Minerva's bottle to feed her but when I turned around, she disappeared!" Charlie quickly explained.

"We trusted you to watch her!" Alastor gritted out, the growing static becoming deafening at this point.

Whilst the Radio Demon scolded Charlie while ordering his shadows to search for Minerva, all Angel could hear was ringing.

His baby.

His baby alone in Hell.

His baby is alone in Hell.

Someone might hurt her.

Someone will hurt her.

What if Valentino finds her? Vox?

What if Angel can't find her ever again?

He wouldn't be able to see her grow up -- what if she comes to loathe him if she's never found when she gets older? He'd never forgive himself.

He could hear someone call his name -- yet he couldn't reply. It was like he was underwater, he couldn't hear properly.

His heart was beating too fast.

He couldn't breathe.

Why couldn't he breathe?

What's wrong with him?

Why can't he breathe?

Hecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathehecan'tbreathe--

"Name five things you can see." A voice cut him from his thoughts. He looked at Alastor, feeling wetness trickle down his cheeks.

"W- What?" He said through heavy breathes.

"Five things you can see, go!"

He looked around, vision blurry with tears, "C- Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Nifty, and you."

"Four things you can touch."

He reached his shaky hand out, touching Alastor's hand. "You--" He sobbed wetly, "M- Me, the floor--" 

Charlie placed her hand on Angel's shoulder. "A- And Charlie."

"Three things you can hear?"

"Your static-- m- me-- and-"

A soft chittering sound came from Angel's right, "And- And your shadows."

"Two things you can smell?"

"Gardenia and- and clovers..."

"One thing you can taste?"

"My blood." Angel felt his breathing even out, and he stopped chewing his lip when Alastor gently pressed his finger against his lips.

"We'll find her, okay? Please be calm," Alastor whispered, bringing the spider into a hug.

Angel gripped Alastor's shirt like a lifeline, so close to breaking down again.

||~Alastor~||
Alastor's face hardened when he felt the weight of his chains.

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