GOD AMONG DEVILS ── hazbin hotel

Overture

As you lingered in the hotel's shadowy foyer, Angel swept in, his usual poise now rumpled and undone. Shirt crumpled, hair in disarray - the picture of a man who'd been thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed.

You arched one eyebrow, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards. "Been up to no good, I see."

He flashed that trademark crooked grin, all roguish charm. "You know me, doll. Can't keep these hands to myself."

Beneath the playful banter, an undercurrent of heat - the spark of an understanding only the two of you shared. The air practically crackled with the tension between you, thick as honey.

Whatever tryst had occupied his afternoon, it was clear he'd reveled in every delicious moment. And you, well, you couldn't help but be intrigued. After all, when it came to Angel, you always were.

You let out a weary sigh, tipping your glass back and leaning against the bar where Husk stood, meticulously polishing a beer glass. The cat demon regarded you with a heavy shake of his head. "Angel, you're undoing all the good we've painstakingly built up with your antics," he chided, his voice tinged with exasperation.

The spider demon chuckled, a mischievous glint in all eight of his eyes. "Ah, don't you fret your pretty little head about it, puss," he purred, his tone laced with an indulgent amusement. "You know how our Angel loves to stir the pot."

You couldn't help but quirk the corner of your mouth at that. Indeed, Angel had a penchant for turning even the most delicately crafted schemes into glorious chaos. But there was a certain charm to his unrepentant mischief, a roguish allure that was impossible to resist.

Catching your subtle smile, the spider demon's grin widened. "See, the lady knows," he declared, shooting you a conspiratorial wink. "We'll weather this little storm, just as we always do."

Reaching across the bar, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his touch surprisingly warm and reassuring. In that moment, you felt a flicker of hope that perhaps, against all odds, they would emerge from Angel's latest escapade stronger than before.

Angel sauntered over to you, draping an arm casually around your shoulders. "You know, I've heard my boss go on and on about you," he said with a roguish grin. "Have you met him yet or what?"

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, Angel, I haven't met Valentino yet."

His proximity sent a familiar spark through you, a delicious tension that always seemed to crackle between the two of you. Angel had a way of throwing the world off-kilter, yet you found yourself helplessly drawn to that mercurial charm of his.

Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. "Well, let me tell you, he's been absolutely dying to get his hands on you." His eyes glinted with mischief, hinting at possibilities that made your pulse quicken.

You arched a brow, refusing to let him see just how intrigued you were. "Is that so?" you replied, your tone carefully neutral.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed, his thumb tracing idle circles on your arm. "Though I have to say, I'm not too keen on sharing you with anyone, doll."

The underlying possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. This was a dance the two of you knew all too well - a delicate balance of temptation and control that left you breathless with anticipation.

Husk hissed, his fur bristling as he leaned across the bar: "Hey, don't monopolize her, you asshole!" He shoved Angel away, who responded with that infuriating grin of his: "Aww, is the kitty getting jealous?"