Radiodust: Something to think about ☁️

Huh, who are you?

Art for this chapter: Done by me 🥰

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Angel meets a familiar face at the hotel, and Alastor is a bit jealous...

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Angel and Alastor paced around the streets of Hell, linking arms with each other as they walked. A power couple, boots and heels clicking as they walked. Intimidation and confidence oozing out of the two. Most demons reacted differently to the couple, usually walking faster when seeing Alastor, or winking and blowing kisses at Angel. Both demons ignored the interactions, mostly only focusing on there partner. The couple walked into and out of small shops, looking for knick knacks they didn't need. They had already bought a small boat made out of orphan clothes.

After a year and some change of dating each other, both had decided that Alastor should move in with Angel. Charlie slightly cringed at the idea of it, but was now used to their relationship. Charlie realized that she didn't need Alastor, she only really needed Vaggie. The girls were two opposites, but both were so alike. They were a match made in Hell. Both had now been dating for a month, though it seemed like they were actually a married couple already.

Alastor moved into Angel's room mostly because of the extra amenities in the spider's 'palace', as Angel loved to call it. It was obviously bigger than any room, with a large heart shaped bed in the middle of the room, big enough for two. Additionally having a balcony facing Hell's busiest streets, perfect for waking up too. All of this was mostly under Angel's request, saying it'd help him 'redeem himself better' and he had 'deserved it for being the first client'. Charlie and Vaggie gave into his demands with obvious hesitation. They were not to keen on giving Angel a big ass balcony for smoking or some cigs for relaxation (all stated by Angel) but they gave in anyways.

Angel picked out a small toy car. It was a model he owned when he was alive. A blue convertible with leather seats, and gold plated tires. Only the best for the son of the most well known mafia boss in New York. Angel's dad, Vincent Silcy, would always get mad at the 16 year old when he would spill a drink or two in the blonde's car. It usually resulted in Angel saying "It's leather, it won't do anythin' bad pa." Only for the outcome to be the soda staining the seat in a week. Angel remembers how sticky his seats were after the incident and wished he had listened to his father.

Alastor strolled through the store, humming a quiet tune. The store was quite, not many demons in it. A casual question would be asked here and there to the workers but that was all. Alastor had no intention to get anything from the store. He didn't want to clutter up his new living space, as opposed to Angel. Alastor looked down each isle, nothing catching his eyes. The deer demon walked down the final isle of the store, now wanting to get his shopping spree with Angel over with. A glimmer shined in Alastor's red eyes, well it didn't actually glimmer, it just fell onto it's side, but in Alastor's eyes, it glimmered. His eyelids flickered at the sight in front of him.

A rusty jambalaya pot.

Alastor "elegantly" ran to the pot, practically salivating over the object. His red eyes widened as he practically cried tears of joy at the sight of the pot.

"Hey, babe! Where are you? I'm ready to g-" Angel called out, only to be taken back by Alastor's state.

The powerful demon was now inside the pot, tears of joy forming at the corner of his eyes. "Al...are you...ok?" Angel questioned, concern lacing his voice.

He walked a few steps closer to Alastor, hesitating to approach his boyfriend.

"Angel... darling. We need this...now" Alastor stared into Angel's eyes, almost looking through the taller demon, seriousness ridden through his sentence.