Is This Really Hell? (Radiodust)

Chapter 1

Angel

As much as Angel Dust hates the Happy Hotel's rules, he couldn't complain, because he got a free room and some acquaintances. The room he stayed in was plain nothing really special about it, reddish walls, boring door, boring bed. He asked the hotel's owner Charlie, who is also the princess of hell, if he could get a stripper pole so he could practice, but that's a story for another time.

It was no later than three a.m. when he awoke; the sound of a door opening and slamming is all he could hear before a migraine kicked in. "Ah, fucking shit," was his first response to the painful throbs in his head.

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After Angel took some headache medication that Charlie gave him, he sat down on the lobby couch tired from the toll the headache had on him. Vaggie was pissed off with him from it but he shut her out as he went from sitting to laying, but he was startled awake when someone knocked at the door, "It's only fucking three," he exclaimed.

Charlie answered the door all the same, with a nice generous smile, ignoring Angel's remarks. Alastor walked in obviously annoyed.

Alastor wouldn't respond when Charlie asked what was wrong, so Angel decided to try, "Strawberry Pimp! What's got you so pissy?"

Alastor face turned to a more terrifying and malicious grin begging Angel to give him a reason to rip his ribcage open and leave his carcass to the other demons. "You see, Angel," suddenly his voice became more distorted and static, "Your existence is a very large portion of it."

Angel laughed when it actually hurt him a lot. Alastor sounded like Angel's father. "Ok ok, gosh act like I killed your pet or something."

Alastor nods in agreement as his voice returns to normal, "Maybe you did maybe you didn't," he then finished off with mumbles.

Angel checked the time; it had only been an hour.