The Misadventures Of Alastor M And Angel Dust (RadioDust)

Valentine's Day Laced With a Special Kind of Love

Sorreh it's been a while since y'all have heard from me, ya know my predicament rn. If you want NSFW, jus tell me if you want some steamy hot pile of garbage for next update.

Also, ye remember when I posted those teasers a while back? Welp, they didn't make the cut. It would sound wierd if they were since I've changed the story quite a bit from its original premise. Anyway, ^^ enjoy readin!

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It's that time of the year again where hearts and frying pans soar in the air, for young and married couples respectively. On that fateful day, the Hazbins have left the hotel to have some quality time with their loved ones, except Husk, who claims that his loved ones are the cheap booze down at Costcoe, to which he'll pay a "visit".

But for two certain demons, Valentine's is a nuisance. For a white and pink spider demon, his services aren't all that needed. But when he does have a gig, it's usually broken-hearted Joes that scream "MARIA WHYYYY!" Aside from that, he also hates Valentine's since it's the day that reminds him the most that no one will ever love a prostitute like him. Sad reality, but he knows he can't do anything about it.

On the other hand, for a specific deer demon in red, Valentine's is a sight that causes sore eyes, as he'd put it. Sure, he's not one to turn down an excuse for all these red colors, in fact, he loves red believe it or not! It's that everything is so heartsy and dovey and it's as if a fairy came in and spit glitter to make demons seek after chocolates and flowers.

It's sickening to behold, in their opinion, so they both decided to stay within the safety of the hotel. On the couch inside the lounge area, Alastor sighs in frustration, dropping his smile a tiny bit. Glancing at the clock, he sees that it's only 8 in the morning, and that means Valentine's day is still buzzling with its worshippers.

His eyes drift towards the ceiling, head almost hanging from the armrest of the couch as he sways his long, slender leg in anticipation. For what exactly? That, he wishes for an answer. He groans and shuts his eyes with furrowed eyebrows, the ticking of the clock soothing him yet reminding him the time that he'll be wasting if he lays about like the chesire cat.

"Perhaps a hooch will calm me down," he whispers to his mic, who replies with a "most certainly. You look like a flotsam and jetsom!"

A laugh track can be heard, to which Alastor shakes his head with a chuckle.

"You never cease to crack me up." He sits up and manifests a glass of whiskey in his hand, taking a sip soon after and appreciating the raw bitter taste.

He succumbs to his desires and lays on the couch, supping on liquor to his dead heart's content.

On the balcony of one of the hotel rooms, Angel Dust looks out into the red sky as he takes a puff on his almost used up cigarette. The busy streets of Pentagram City keeps him occupied, so are the flickering lights of buildings and vehicles.

It would be nice to head out tonight, but he knows he would just be greeted by hearts and chocolates every corner he turns to. He scoffs. What's so exciting about Valentine's, anyway? Shouldn't you shower your special someone in gifts and love everyday? He couldn't agree on a reason, but one thing's for sure, he loathes the occasion.

He rests his head on his palm and takes another puff. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a young imp couple, holding hands and laughing, all lovestruck and shit. Angel grits his teeth.

"What are imps doin' in the fuckin' city?" he hisses bitterly, but he knows it's not from the fact that there are imps in Pentagram.

He shakes his head, and with a frustrated huff, he throws the cigarette off the balcony and heads down to the booze corner to hopefully get some alcohol through his system.