By The Light Of The Blood Moon

Last Dance

Angel Dust woke up with a pounding headache. He remembered finding Vox at the Porn Studios office, but strangely, he couldn't remember much after that. He wanted to rub his eyes, but he could tell already that his arms were all secured behind him, so that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, since when he tried to teleport nothing happened. So either the curse was broken already or Vox had known already that he might have some of Alastor's abilities and had taken countermeasures. Angel figured that since the emptiness surrounding his heart hadn't changed, it must be the second option, bringing him back to square one. He knew that Alastor had broken his heart, and that he wasn't interested in being with Angel anymore, whatever his reasons were, but damned if Angel wouldn't give just about anything for him to show up now. He was the only person that Angel Dust knew that might stand a chance against Vox.

"Ah, you're finally awake, I see" Vox's voice rang out through the room. Angel didn't know where, but the must have been a speaker there. The room, as he looked about, was a dull grey color, and not very well lit. He couldn't see much detail from where he was sitting, but he knew that he was on the floor and he didn't see any windows or a door. He wasn't exactly sure how he ended up in here, but he suspected that Vox had put him in here once he was unconscious.

His thoughts took him back to a time when Val had put him in a similar room at the studio. It was one of the few instances where he tried to stand his ground with his former boss and he ended up paying a very painful price for it, not to mention he had learned a valuable lesson: what Daddy wants, Daddy gets, period. Angel could still remember every vile thing that happened in that cold room, it certainly wasn't the type of thing one was able to forget easily. Angel snorted. I guess that's kinda the point, he thought to himself. He had spent what seemed like eternity, but was actually only about a week in that little hellhole. He had never given Valentino a reason to ever send him back there.

As Angel continued to look around the room he noticed in the corner there was a video camera. No doubt that was how Vox was keeping an eye on him. Angel thought to himself that there might be a really good chance that Vox is watching him remotely and wasn't even in the building, but there really wasn't any way for him to know that without getting out of this room, which was pretty much not fucking happening any time soon. Even if he could manage to wiggle himself out of the restraints on his arms and legs, there was still the camera, which would tell on him immediately if he were to get loose, let alone spend time hunting for the door.

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Alastor set his work aside, making certain to mark it with a note so that he would remember what he was doing later. He took his time getting ready to leave, it was a dance, after all. It wouldn't do to go looking disheveled. Alastor was a man of quality, after all, a southern gentleman, and he was going to see to it that he rode in to save the day. Who would have thought that after all this time he would be the good guy on the white horse, him, the dreaded and feared Radio Demon?

Since there hadn't been any instruction to come alone, everyone demanded that they be able to come along. Alastor mentioned that he didn't really care either way, the only ones that he required were Charlie and Valentino, and he would be bringing Valentino with him through the portal. Charlie would be arriving by car, which was fine. They had plenty of time. The stage was set, and it was time for the last dance to begin.

Once Valentino and Alastor had arrived at the studio, they were greeted at the door by some lower level demons. Must have been employees of Vox, as they didn't seem to pay much mind to Valentino. The demons showed them in and escorted them to the upstairs, where Alastor assumed the offices would be. It wasn't as if Alastor had ever been inside the porn studio, ha ha ha, no. That would never do, although tonight was an exception. He had unfinished business with Vox and he had his love to save. Two months ago, when this had all began, Alastor wasn't certain that he was capable of love, let alone having someone that loved him as well. He understood what a rare and precious thing love is and that it always comes with a price. Whatever price he had to pay, even if it was his own soul, he was going to rescue his love, the only love he had ever known, and nothing, not even Vox would stand in his way.