Why Him - Radiodust

Quite the Rescue

(The picture is someone's pfp- it's the best thing ever.)

Alastor determinedly walked through the streets, clearly on a mission. He'd taken the same door Angel had taken to get out, the only way he'd be able to find him was if he retraced his exact steps. Angel hadn't told him where exactly he was planning to go, so this would be tough. Most demons in hell recognized Alastor, more so as a powerful being. Anyone in his path would stand out of the way, fearful of what he might do, then watch him continue down whatever path he was on.

Often enough some drunk or prideful demon would confront Alastor, stupidly challenging him to a fight, but he would just ignore them without a glance and either keep walking or teleport around them if they were in his way.

He kept his eyes open for any clues, often looking down alleyways and even asking around if anyone had seen him. Most people would run or just shake their heads. He was about to return to the hotel in defeat, admitting that he needed help, until he looked down one alley with a phone in it, a very familiar one, and stopped abruptly. He was surprised that no one had taken it and quickly disappeared into the narrow space between buildings. He crouched on one knee, picking it up. The lock screen glowed, showing a picture of fat nuggets that Angel always had as his background. Angel had definitely been here.

Now for the questions, why was he here, where did he go, and why did he leave his phone behind? Alastor let out a breath and sat down, thinking deeply for a while, until it struck him. Someone had to have taken Angel, that's the only reason he would have left his phone. And why else would there be a reason to go into a random alley if someone hadn't forced him to? Alastor lifted his hand to his chin and rested that arm on his other, which he had crossed. That still left thousands of other possibilities to where they'd taken him. He sighed, thinking of all the places Angel could be, leaning his head back onto the building behind him. "Why did I ever agree to let you out..." he mumbled to himself.

:At the Studio:

Angel slowly opened his eyes, revealing the cold floor underneath him. He was shaking, having been thrown onto the hard floor with nothing but a shirt. He was still sore, and quite miserable. He gathered his strength and sat up, rubbing his head and groaning. There was a dimly lit vanity table and a window with its curtains closed, along with a small couch, and a box full of different props. It took him a moment to get up, and he tried standing but couldn't, so instead, he crawled over to the door with the strength he had and listened in. There was pure silence on the other side of the door, which meant he was in the unused portion of the studio. Obviously, Valentino wouldn't throw him into a publicly used room, especially if he planned on doing more later. Angel reached for the doorknob and used his shaky hand to grab hold of it. He tried to open the door but there was no use.

He sighed in defeat as tears brimmed his eyes. He turned and sat up against the door of the room, wiping his eyes. He wondered if there was any hope of getting out, or if he'd spend the rest of his days in this shitty studio. He really wanted to change, but he wasn't sure if he'd get the chance.

At first, the hotel had just been a free room, but now, it was his home, and in his home, was his family.

:AlAsToR tHe dEtEcTiVe:

Alastor thought about the people Angel had been in contact with, the ones he knew of anyway. He'd made a few conclusions in his head. Number one, his abusive father could have taken him, although there would be no reason for that, he doubted his father would want anything to do with Angel. Two, Angel could have decided to stay with someone temporarily, just to get away from the hotel for a while. It makes sense, but where would he stay, and why without telling them first? And lastly, he could have gone back to the porn studio in secret, to cope with his addiction.