Not Like the Picture Shows (Hazbin Hotel) -Radiodust-

Chapter 13: Showtime (GORE)

A/N: this is a febreze commercial now-

ALSO GORE WARNING!!
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Angel sat backstage, a sweet, female raccoon demon named Lily doing his makeup. Said demon hugged the spider, giving him a nervous but reassuring smile before leaving.

The "pornstar" had dark pink and black eyeshadow, heavy hot pink lipstick and wore a skin tight, very revealing pink dress- I would hardly call it a dress. It showed his back and up to the top of his thighs, as well as shoulder-less. It hugged his curves, lingerie socks up his legs as he wore pink tinted white gloves. The spider knew all too well the clothing would be destroyed. What was the point of looking fabulous, only to get it all messed up later? It also made it rough to dance, so very tight.

The tall pimp walked in, his stupid smile plastered on his face before sitting down next to Angel.

"You ready for tonight, Angel cakes?" Val purred into the "pornstar's" ear.

Angel sighed and nodded. Val frowned at the reply and slapped Angel. It didn't leave a mark, as he had to look great tonight, but it did hurt.

"Now now, what did daddy tell you about frowning?"

The spider groaned to himself, putting on a fake, wide grin.

"Frowning doesn't work in entertainment! Smiles are always pretty."

Valentino patted the spider's head, chuckling.

"Good. And don't expect that red deer to save you.."

Angel kept his smiling, shaking a little as the moth wrapped his upper left arm around him.

"Trust me baby, Alastor has been wanting to rule hell since he got here. You think once given the opportunity, he'll choose you instead?"

The spider didn't reply, only looking down as his smile nearly fell. Val couldn't be right, could he? It was always a bit obvious Al wanted to rule hell, as he always complained about Lucifer's poor job. He talked of how he'd make those suffer, seeing Hell as a buffet-

"Well?" The moth asked once more.

Angel shook his head. Val smirked and got up, kissing Angel's cheek before leaving.

"That's what I thought. Oh- and cutie,"

There was a thin silence, Valentino giving a sadistic grin.

"After this, try and lose a few pounds. You're looking a little round, and nobody wants to be with someone who looks like.. well.. you. Luckily we have makeup to cover most of that up huh? Ha!"

Then he left. The "pornstar" bit down on his lip to keep himself from crying. He looked too good to risk ruining his makeup.. and Val wouldn't be happy even if it was slightly smudged.

Valentino had been the reason for Angel's recent discovery of being anorexic. Of course, he never told anyone.. but he forced himself to take medication. On top of that, he couldn't go a day without a drug or two.. or five.. Angel needed that relief of a smoke, or the chill he got when it went up his nose- or just how relaxed he became after a pill.

He jumped when the door slammed open. A red mean with a headset looked down at his clipboard, then back to the spider.

"You're on in 10, Mr. Dust,"

"Oh..okay..thanks.."

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