Overloading Intake Of RadioDust

Not So Different After All.

@moontriana this is what you wanted now it has been granted! Enjoy!~

Fair warning though, I'm not exactly good at gore but I'll see what I can do!

Ten demons in one day? Now that hardly sounds like a challenge. Angel Dust has killed more than that fair amount in a day. Frankly, he almost felt offended at the number of bodies he had slaughter in just one afternoon. It wasn't his most favorable record, but it would have to do. Besides, the more attention Alastor gained from his agulating peers the more blood he could spill!

Those filthy, no-good, loud bumbling, puss-wuss demons could never stand a chance against the Arachnid. He was Angel Dust after all. The man who murdered hundreds of innocent lives in their sleep at the dead of night, the man who spreads venom upon his plumped sweet honeyed lips that leaves death in his wake, the men who assassinated both his assigned target and client and brought the rest of their organisation crumbling to the ground. Everyone who knew Angel called him 'Heartbreaker', it wasn't uncommon to find him coming into a conference room with a different male every single night. Others would regard him with pure disdain while others seemed a little too excited at such an open sight. Angel didn't care what others thought of him, call him an exhibitionist, it was just how he liked it.

He loved tugging on men's heartstrings but never actually kept touch with any of them. Give and take he'd find himself saying automatically every single night to his unlucky pursuers before plunging the dagger, that he hid under his pillow every night, deep into his victim's vital points. He buries his victims under the floorboards in his neighbour's house along with the evidence of murder that he committed. It was no surprise when no one suspected him and most of his murders always ended up drawing to a dead end. Honestly, it was either the community was growing dumber or that they just dont give a single shit about it anymore.

Dropping his tenth corpse into a ditch that he found not too long ago, he made sure to change attire because he wouldn't want to show up in the hotel looking all bloodied and tattered from top to bottom. Now that'll only ruin his reputation and his 'clean' image. Noting that his cheek still stung from the punch he received from another asshole after he killed his last victim, not only did that ass-licker managed to escape he was also aware that news in Hell spreads faster than a slut's asscheeks. He had to find the other guy before it's game over for both him and his freeway ticket to Alastor's nonexistent heart.

Not that Alastor would reciprocate his feelings. But he can sure as Hell try and force his way in! Alastor was his one and only paradise in this damn shitty Hellhole. A man, or demon, of his wer dreams. One he would gladly let dominate him under the sheets, or somewhere down the streets, since Angel was always the top boyfriend in every other relationships. He'd rather be dead for the second time if anything were to happen to the radio demon. Heck, he'd probably kill everyone in Hell before himself! Hilarious!

Angel gingerly rubbed the sore spot below his left eye with a grunt, might as well apply make-up. Not like anyone would bother be looking at him for longer than five seconds. He wasn't expecting any special attention from anyone in the hotel anyways.

Alastor had his eyes on the Arachnid for more than a minute and everyone was practically staring at his weird ass by now. Ever since Angel entered the lobby, Alastor wouldn't keep his ees away from him. It was like watching metal be pulled by a magnet no matter what distance that science has given them. Everyone remained silent and tried to ignore Alastor's disconcerting gaze towards the pornstar, when Husk finally had the last straw.

"Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer." Alastor blinked when he felt something light hit his face. Husk reached for another straw and hurled it in the radio demon's face again when he saw how relentless his eyes seemed to grow on the taller demon who stood chattering with another demon, probably another one of his clients, at the far side of the room. While Angel looked to be the only one enjoying his own tale, the demon before hin took this as an opportunity to let his eyes wander down the Arachnid's slender figure eyeing at every exposed skin his piercing cat-like slits landed on. The room grew dangerously heavy, though there were no sounds of static or shadows looming high on crimson walls. Much to everyone's absolute relief. Although, it wasn't enough to masked the concern that filled in on everyone's face.