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Angel was PISSED.
A fucking musical?! Really?! Honestly, Alastor could have picked anything and he went with a damn musical.
At least Angel knew his acting was top-notch.
But besides that, he and Husk had been tricked into signing away their souls. Again. Fucking brilliant.
The spider watched sadly as Valentino drove off with Husk, worried for his boyfriend. Val was a monster Angel knew. Husk didn't.
Speaking of monsters…..
“Well! I believe we have a few things to discuss, my effeminate fellow!” Alastor chuckled, placing a hand on Angel's upper shoulder, before the two of them melted into the shadows.
“Fuck!” Angel stumbled slightly as they reappeared in a different room. Alastor's room. “Warn a guy!”
“We have a new contract to discuss!” Alastor said cheerfully, completely ignoring Angel's outburst. “Sit.” He pointed to a pair of surprisingly comfy looking armchairs. Angel huffed and sat down.
“What's there to discuss? Isn't this gonna just be the same shit you had me doing before? Minus keeping Husk in line?” Angel asked.
“Oh no no no! First order of business is making you the new bartender!” Alastor explained, sitting across from the spider. “Obviously, Husk won't be around for that.”
“Okay, sure, but you should know that any drink I make is gonna be shit in comparison,” Angel said with a shrug.
“Mm, well no one can really match Husk's skill, that's true. But I'll teach you to make MY drink, so at least you'll have that down!” Alastor decided. Angel just shrugged again.
“Sure, whatever,” he said. Alastor's eyes narrowed and his grin sharpened.
“You've been very blasè about all of this,” he said.
“I was under Val for decades,” Angel responded. “While ya clearly made Husk's afterlife a living nightmare, ya can't be worse than him. Even if ya try.”
“Well,” Alastor said, standing. His antlers elongated, his eyes turned to dials. “We'll have to fix that. You see, I may not subject you to violent carnal acts as Valentino did, but I can still hurt you and make you beg for my mercy.”
“So why ain't ya?” Angel stood too, getting angry. “Ya acting all big and scary, but ya ain't backing ya words up! Yous just got empty threats!” His New York accent was coming out more the angrier he became. He stared hard at Alastor, before the Overlord took a breath and sat back down.
“My threats are never empty,” he said. “However, I'm holding back so we may get through this contract. Once we do, you WILL be punished.”
“Yeah, sure,” Angel scoffed, sitting as well. Radio feedback screeched through the air, but Alastor said nothing else of Angel's behavior.
“Moving on!” he said, returning to his usual, overly cheerful self. “Not only will you be manning the bar, I'll be having you do little jobs for me from time to time. I hear you were once a part of the Mafia?” Angel flinched slightly.
“Once upon a time, yeah. But I never fit in,” he gestured to himself. “Oops didn't want a fairy for a son, especially if said fairy was gonna join the ‘family’.”
“But you retained your skills?” Alastor pressed. Angel frowned, but nodded.
“Yeah, I'm still good with guns. Neva lost that,” he said.
“Good. That's useful,” Alastor said. “Now, Valentino was a fool to only have control of you inside the Studio. But, I really don't want to keep tabs on you constantly like I tried to do with Husk.” He chuckled. “He was my pet. You were Valentino's toy. With the role reversal, it's difficult to decide what you are now~”
“I ain't a toy or a pet,” Angel snapped. “What else is there to discuss?”
“Mm…..well, there's your drug usage-”
“No. I'm done with those. Just gimme access to booze like Husk had and that'll be that,” Angel interrupted. Alastor actually looked surprised.
“I see. Very well,” he said. He snapped his fingers to summon the new contract, green glowing across a line of text. “Let's see….ah, yes. Within the Hotel, you obey me. When doing a job for me, you'll be under my control no matter what. Anywhere else is yours.”
“What about my room?” Angel asked, trying to keep the hope from his voice. His room was his safe space.
“It's a part of the Hotel, is it not?” Alastor said. “Therefore, you will still come when called. Are we clear?” His eyes glowed faintly. Angel said.
“Yes, sir,” he said.
“Splendid! Now, let's fix that attire of yours,” Alastor said, giving Angel a once over with a sneer. He snapped his fingers and Angel was suddenly in a tight, casual suit, black with a dark pink (almost red) vest.
“Ah, it's a bit tight…..” Angel complained.
“Nonsense, you just aren't used to it,” Alastor dismissed. Angel pouted, knowing he'd been in skintight outfits at the Studio. This wasn't that.
“Fine,” he said, standing. “Am I…..may I leave?” He'd almost said “am I free to go”, but he knew Alastor would take that literally.
“Yes, you may leave. For now,” Alastor said. “I expect you here at six this evening. SHARP. Do not be late or your punishment will be worse.”
“Yes, Alastor,” Angel said. He quickly left and ran to his room, throwing open the door and startling Fat Nuggets.
“Oink?” the piglet came up to him, looking worried. Angel scooped him up and curled up on his bed as best he could in the tight new clothes.
“Nuggs…..” Angel sniffled. He hugged his pet close as he cried softly, letting his tears tire him out for the night.