As a sinner in hell, there's one simple rule. Fend for yourself.
That's what their world goes by, anyways. What Angel's world was. He always did what he must to survive.
That was even after a rule breaker entered his world. Charlie. She took pity on the sinners, even made some rehab hotel where sinners could be redeemed.
It was sure better than where he was. Especially after Alastor popped in and revamped the place.
Still...
Reminders of what he had to do to survive were everywhere. From television screens to billboards, and even in his own reflection and his dreams.
Where they came from most, however, were other people.
One week clean. Promised and delivered. The hotel was doing well, even if most people didn't believe in it's message.
Angel was at the bar, purposefully annoying Husk. Some idiot slapped Angel's ass.
Angel tried politely rejecting him, then saw his face. It looked like...
One thing lead to another.
Angel almost decked the stranger, but froze up. No bar fights in the hotel. He stopped short, silent.
Alastor noticed just as he got out of the ever growing crowd and ran to his room, hiding his tears with his forearm and a scowl.
