✮𝓐 𝓡𝓘𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 ✮

🕷The Moth's Muse🩷

(FINALLY ANGEL'S COMING INTO TOWN!!)

As the paparazzi entered into the Casino, Husk answered their questions and let in the customers. The paparazzi finally left them, making Husk finally relax. Tonight was gonna be big. Overlords, common sinners/gamblers, and other's sprawled around the Casino.

The Casino was filled with laughter, conversation and an aroma of alcohol. Husk being the caretaker of the Casino, he was mostly talking to the sinners/Overlords there. As the day grew dim, and the moon started to rise, only a few sinners stayed behind.

As nightfall finally erupted into the hellish-sky, only one Overlord stayed with a sinner. The Gambling Overlord was conversing with The Porn Overlord. Valentino. Why, you may ask? Well, a while ago, Valentino and Husk made quite the ridiculous deal amongst each other. 

Macin was at the bar, still making drinks for the few sinners that lingered in the area. He was just having a simple conversation with an employee when a stunning, slutlry spider demon waltzed up to the counter.

The crossdresser's eyes roamed down Macin's body, admiring it like a God. His lips curved into a seductive smirk, his heels lifting off of the hardwood floor as he sat himself down. "Hey handsome, care to get me a drink?" 

He asked, his mismatched eyes glazed over with a lustful hue. It didn't seem real towards Macin, as his eyes clashed with the spiders. His eyebrows narrowed, questioning the look in his eyes. It looked mostly like fear with a hint of annoyance filled the sinners eyes.

Macin's claws wrapped around a shot glass, glancing between the sinner and the employee. Lyla (the employee) could tell that Macin wanted to be left alone with the newcomer, she had other things to be doing at this moment as well.

"What would you like this fine evening, sir?" Macin asked, his violet eyes glancing down the spider's body in concern yet adoration. "Just something strong, baby~" He teased placing his elbow onto the counter, his head nuzzling into his own palm.

The Prince nodded, pouring him a shot of hard stone red whiskey. He set the glass right in front of him, admiring the way he almost snatched it and gulped it down like a thirsty dog. He sighed in delight, feeling the sensation of the tingling ichor flow down his throat into his gut.

"This is the strongest ya got?" The irritated spider asked, slightly glaring at Macin. Macin raised an eyebrow, wondering why this newcomer sinner would need something more stronger. "Didn't know this was a drink to forget kinda night."

He huffed in annoyance, pointing a slender finger at The Prince. "You bein' smart with me, bitch?" Macin hummed in amusement, of course this person didn't know who he was. "Watch your tongue, might have to kick you out." He taunted, eyes narrowing at the sinner. 

The crossdresser rolled his eyes, not giving two fucks about this bartender. "Whatever, do you even know who I am? You're just the fuckin' bartender! The customer is always right." He announced, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, then you must be right all the time, correct?" Macin inclined, a slight grin curving his lips upwards. "You waltz into my Casino, sit down at my bar, and start yelling at me. Is that any way to treat an avatar of the Pride Ring?" Macin warned, eyeing the sinner.

"Just because you own this place, doesn't mean I should listen to-" As the spider was about to insult this bartender, his throat gulped. His eyes widened slightly, clearing his throat. "..Wait, did you say the avatar of the Pride Ring?" 

Macin nodded. "Prince of Hell, at your service." He commented, looking straight into the spider's gaze. "..Well shit, who would have thought that the Prince of Hell would be working here." The sinner chuckled, lacking a hint of tease in his tone.

"I own fifty percent of this place, so I don't have to work here." Macin protested, wiping down the counter. "Anyways, what's your name? You haven't told me that yet." He asked, sounding actually a bit curious and not just in a lustful desire with this sinner.

The spider rose an eyebrow, not being used to somebody not calling him pet names or eyeing him like a sex toy just to be driven into insanity. "Angel Dust, famous Porn Star." Macin hummed softly, liking the ring to Angel's name.

"Isn't that a drug?" He asked, glancing towards Angel with a playful hint in his irises. Angel nodded in agreement, fiddling with the pink gloves on his upper hands. "Ya, but it makes me sound more sexier~"

Macin paused his movements, staring straight at Angel. "Why is that? Do you want to sound sexier? Or is it just because your boss makes you?" Angel's heart skipped a beat, his eyes locking onto Macin's gaze.

Why was this guy interrogating him? They just met! Angel's eyes flickered between Macin and the bar counter, he was preparing himself to say something but couldn't find his words. Why did The Prince make Angel feel this way?

Like..He knew what he was going through. The way his eyes seemed dull as they looked away, but looking into his eyes, made them shimmer with a golden dim. The way he could look so lost like a little puppy, but looking into his eyes made him seem like a God.

He didn't even know The Prince's name, and he was already asking questions like this. Angel finally found the courage to answer, his eyes locking back onto Macin's concerned yet soft gaze. "You just met me, and you're asking about my life. How about take me out to dinner first, sweetheart?"

Macin sighed softly, looking away in a slightly disappointed state. "I was just asking a simple question, Angel. No need to get defensive." Macin said softly, glancing back at Angel with a soft and understanding gaze.

Angel's heart skipped another beat, feeling like it was leaping out of his chest. When Macin said Angel's name, it made his head fill with a slight fog. The way he said it with such sweetness like honey, yet no bees swarming to sting the intruder.

Angel sighed, feeling a punch to the gut with how he sounded so irritated towards Macin. "Sorry, I just..Nevermind." He turned his head away, getting a chance to see his boss still talking with Husk.

"Val's your boss, isn't he?" Macin asked softly, getting a glance from Angel. He nodded in agreement, sighing in sadness. "I wish he wasn't.." He said softly, a weak look forming in his eyes. Macin's gaze fell more concerned, he gently placed his hand on top of Angel's in a hope of comfort towards the spider. 

Angel's heart stopped for a brief moment, growing to a slighter quicker pace. He looked up at Macin, seeing an understanding small smile embraced onto his lips. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked quietly, making sure nobody else heard it.

Angel glanced over at the Moth, seeing if he was paying attention. He then looked back at Macin, sighing softly. "..Can we go somewhere more private?" Macin nodded, letting go of Angel's hand. The way Macin was treating Angel, he didn't know either to trust him or not.

But, he went with his gut, trusting The Prince. Macin led Angel into a separate room, making sure Val wasn't watching. The door shut softly, locking it as he sighed in relief. Macin faced Angel, leaving them a good amount of comfortable space. 

"I'm guessing you wanna know my name, I'm Macin." He introduced, leaning against the doorframe. Angel sat down onto the mattress, sighing peacefully. His hopes weren't too high, his body still tense.

Angel nodded, glancing over at Macin. "It's nice to finally meet Lucifer's son, and not just his daughter. Wait, how come you haven't been around?-" "This is about you we're talking about, not me." Macin interrupted, making sure Angel dropped the question.  

He nodded once more in agreement, not wanting to get onto Macin's bad side. "Ya, sorry." Macin shrugged slightly, that small comforting smile appearing onto his lips once more. "It's fine. Now, start from wherever."