Angel
"Alastor," the spider's voice ripped through the air as he yelled down the street. "Alastor! I swear if I find you dead I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Angel questioned how long it's been, a few minutes, hours? He didn't know. All he knew, is he needed to find him.
Angel's legs carried him through the streets. Some he knew some he didn't, but that wasn't the point. He needed to focus. The gloved hands started shaking as if he was cold, he didn't know why, but it did bug him. He pushed himself forward, going pass drug stores, restaurants, strip clubs, "Gah!" Angel yelped as he tripped on something.
He sat up in the middle of the unpaved street. The buildings around it more like Halloween decorations. His eyes finally roamed towards his feet and he found something lifeless, cold, blood was still fresh from it, which made Angel shudder. It was disgusting to see, mortifying to say the least. He got up dusted himself off and started walking.
Uncomfortable, that's all he felt, discomfort and sadness. His search was going no where, and tears were blocking his vision, he didn't want to have to go back to the hotel without Alastor. Angel eventually stopped and walked into a small empty alleyway while no one was looking, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from a pocket in his vest. "Fuckin' idiot," he mumbled, not knowing what or who he was talking about, himself or Alastor. However in the moment, it didn't matter to him. Angel needed relief, and he knew just where to go.
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Is This Really Hell? (Radiodust)
FanfictionA very, well, unlikely kind of couple, finding each other in hell, deals with the threats the place has and boring stuff. Alastor, the over powering, manipulative, and sickly gruesome, demon, has never really been nice to Angel Dust, the slutty, se...
