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An Angel's Savior.

A new content! @htfband thank you for your lovely idea on this part!~ Sorry it came out late btw, school's been keeping me on a tight leash now and honestly I'm starting to get really frustrated by all the work that's been piling in and out. But anyways, enjoy~

"I don't want to know. Just grab him and go!" Vermilium Heine, leader of one of the most infamous drug dealers in Hell and also owner of 'Sexaphone Dew' one of the biggest bars that had been established not too long ago, slammed his phone against the wooden desk and slumped back indignantly. "If I ever see those nitwits empty handed again, I swear-"

"Hey, V Boy!"

Vermilium sighed and casted a long glare at the figure leaning by the doorway. "What do you want now, Angel?" He grumbled, watching as the spider demon approached him. "No need to be a big grump. I'm just here to say two words before leaving-" Angel leaned into his face making him inch back slightly, "-permanently." He finished in a low voice, taking his boss's confused gaping look as an advantage to sit on his desk. Verne, in short, eyed him curiously, " and what exactly do you mean by permanent?"

Angel huffed with an eye roll, puffing his chest fluff in exaggeration. "I quit."

Verne's thoughts snapped blank. He began to feel his blood boil under his feathered skin and his face scrunched up in anger. The colors on his face began to bloom crimson and Angel knew that it could only mean one thing.

A total eclipse.

"What?" Verne snarled, standing to his feet as he gave Angel a 'I-dare-you-to-say-that-one-more-time' challenging look. Angel merely giggled in his face, reaching a hand up to stroke the side of his face. "You heard me, V. I'm leaving." Angel concluded with a quick peck to his nose. When he pulled away, he made a move to walk away but Verne instantly made a grab for his wrist. He pulled him back hard making him stumble on top of the desk with a loud yelp. "You're not going anywhere." He seethed, his grip tightening around Angel's wrist when he felt the other tugged at it.

Angel growled, glaring daggers into the griffin demons onyx eyes. "I make my own decisions here, buddy." Angel tugged at his wrist harder, he managed to free himself but the stung that came after had made it numb. Running a hand to soothe his now bruised wrist, he turned on his heels and took several long strides towards the door. "Angel Dust, you come back here this instant!" He heard his (ex)boss yelled behind him but ignored it. "Angel! I swear to the deepest depths of Tartarus if you leave that door now, you will pay!" Once again, Angel paid no mind to his threats and walked out with no hesitation.

"How'd it go?"

Angel turned to his pyromaniacal buddy, Cherri. Beside her stood Molly, Angel's youngest sister. Both girls share the same taste in fashion, although Molly is more keener to a lighter shade of pink. Molly approached him first with a concern look, "Did anything happened?"

Angel shrugged, "just got my hand bruised and a few threatened words. But other than that, peachy."

"That's it?"

"Mhm."

"Man, I was hoping for drama." Molly grunted, petulantly twirling strands of her hair in her finger. Cherri stood beside Angel and linked her arms around his with a wide grin, "but hey, at least you got one problem solved."