•Chapter 12•

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~Angel's POV~

"Hey, babes, I wanted to say thank you for having that imp bring me here. Who was that tiny imp, anyways?"

Charlie hugs me as tight as she can before letting me go. She looks at me, her brain not registering my appearance just yet. I step away from her so she can't have a clear look at me. My fur is hiding most of my injuries anyways so that's a plus. "What tiny imp? Did Niffty bring you here or something? She's the only tiny person I can think of." Charlie says. Now it's my turn to give the confused look.

"It couldn't have been Niffty." Charlie looks over at Vaggie. "Niffty was helping me clean the roof." Vaggie says before turning to me. "Charlie is planning to put a garden up there and... woah... the fuck happened to you?"

I look over at Vaggie then I see Niffty pop up behind her, shaking her head up and down like a maniac meaning she was signaling what Vaggie was saying was true. I must've been trippin hard if I saw some random fucking imp take me here. An imp of all things.

"Alright, Ima head to bed."

"No the fuck you're not. Charlie, look at him. Like, really look at him." Vaggie says pointing at me. Charlie finally looks at me. She really looks at me. I can see her scanning my body.

"A-Angel..." She walks closer. "What happened?" She asks, reaching her hand towards me.

I step away from her. "Nothing... just work... don't meddle." I say before making my way upstairs.

I can feel Charlie's piecing gaze on my back and I hear Vaggie step closer to her to calm her down and stop her from coming after me.

I make my way to my personal room before any of them could say anything else. Then, I see it again. The fucking imp is standing in front of my door. It takes my hand and leads me to a different door. I can't be fuckin trippin. I haven't had any drugs in the past fuckin week.

Maybe it's the effects of a withdrawal. This shit has never happened to me before because of a withdrawal, though. I start to hyperventilate.

Everything is honestly too much. Today has been such a shit day. I just wanna go to sleep. I'm scared, I'm hurt, and I'm hungry. I collapse to the floor and just cry. This shit is just too fucking much.

~????'s POV~

Angel suddenly collapses to the floor and starts crying. He's hyperventilating and everything. He might be having a panic attack. Or is it an anxiety attack? Either way, I don't know what to do in this situation.

I start to panic a bit and, just as I do, Alastor appears. I look at him then point at Angel. He simply nods and summons tentacles to pick the crying spider up.

He takes Angel to his new room and places him on the bed. I watch as he sits on the edge of the bed and stares at Angel. I internally smile as I feel concern and worry build up in Alastor.

Angel looks up at Alastor and sits up. He's shaking  and quivering. He backs away from Alastor, afraid of having such a powerful demon see him in such a state. However, Alastor could care less about their statuses right now.

~Alastor's Pov~

Lately, I've been feeling weird towards Angel. He has been making me feel things I haven't felt in millennia. I've felt anger, worry, and concern. I've also felt guilt and regret. And, worst of all, I've felt happiness.

I've felt genuine happiness. Happy to see him feeling better when he awoke and happy to know that he wasn't mad at me after my angry fit. These are emotions I would never normally feel.

I look at Angel and just watch as he cries. I don't know why but, whenever he touches me, I don't feel as disgusted or angry as I do when other demons touch me.

Every single time he has bumped into me I have let it slide. I have never said anything or gotten angry. Touching him doesn't disgust me as much as touching other demons does. I have even gone as far as to put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him and shake his hand without making a full on binding deal.

And, for some reason.... I'll do it again if I have to. I reach over and place my hand on his shoulder. I don't know what to say or do so I sort of just awkwardly leave it there and look away.

Angel bursts out in a fit of laughter after a few awkward seconds. I don't understand why, though. He was crying not even a minute ago.

"I-Is that really th-the best the great Radio Demon Alastor can do t-to cheer me up?"

I scoff but I don't remove my hand. I slide it down his arm and place my hand on top of his.

"No, I can do better."

I don't know why I did what I did but I'm doing it. His cheeks light up and turn red. He tries to say something but all that comes out are stutters. He interlocks his his hand with mine but I don't remove mine even after he does that.

Angel, at this point, has stopped crying and is now just flustered. He lays down and I sit closer to head of the but so he can rest his head on the pillow, our hands never once leaving the other's grip.

This....

Feels...

Nice....

I.... feel comfortable for once in my life as a demon....

I like it...

I like it way more than I'm comfortable with...

I look over at the little imp who's been watching everything happen. He starts to talk and his eye lids act as a mouth. He can summon a mouth, the eyelids were a mistake thanks to our first encounter together.

"Al, I hope you do realize I am never letting you live this down for as long as I can live after annoying you."

"You won't live long if you ever mention this again, Spike. You have been warned."

"You would never kill me"

That cocky bastard. He is correct, though.

"Alright, alright, enough with you. It's time for you to return."

"Awwww, but you just let me out."

Spike sighs and turns back into a floating eyeball. He returns to my staff and positions himself in his previous location. I have many secrets and my staff being a whole other being and not just being alive is one of them.

"You did great Spike. Thank you for getting Angel here safe for me."

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(I finally finished editing ALL the old chapters! Wooooo! I added a wee bit more dialogue here and shit. I can FINALLY start working on new chapters. I may even give y'all some art as my art skills have improved TREMENDOUSLY. N e ways, stay tuned for more chapters.)

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