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Oh what a night! Angel stretched his limbs and… the fuck? He opened his eyes and tried to get his blurry vision to concentrate.
Sure he’s been parting quite hard for the past.. day? Two? Anyhow what the fuck did he snort up last night cause he’s pretty sure he can only find two arms.
Not where his second pair missing, his shirt was all wrong too, it didn’t have the sleeves for the lower arms. Angel blinked and looked himself up and down in the dim light of the alley he had woken up in.
Maybe he was still high.
That would explain things.
”What the hell!”
He even sounded wrong but…
”Where the fuck is my chest fluff!”
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It had started out as a normal day at the Hotel. Well like a pretty busy day at that as now they had much more guests at the Hotel, which was Awesome! But around noon everything chanced. More like everyone actually, everyone expect her and Vaggi it seemed.
”Why is there a human in the … oh”, well at least Dad seemed to be alright too but…
”Did you just say human?”
”Yeah”, Lucifer answered halfheartedly as he watched over the chaos the hotel lobby currently was, full of panicking … humans?
”That’s what humans look like?” Vaggi asked, her voice was for once so uncertain that Charlie wanted nothing more than help her but she didn’t know herself how to comprehend what was going on.
”This better not be some fucking bonking exercise”, a rough voice called out and Charlie saw a sinner, man?, sinnerman? with dark hair walking up to them.
”What? No of course not!”
”Then why do I look like this!” Vaggi jumped between the angry man? and her, pointing the angelic spear at his chest.
”Step back!”
”Woah, no need to kill me.” The man hold up his arms and the bottle in his hand caught Charlies eyes.
”Husker?”
”Yeah, Princes?”
”You’re Husk?” Vaggi lowered her weapon.
”Well of course I am, why, oh, fare enough. I guess I don’t really look recognizable to you anymore”, he took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey, ”Why am I like this thou?”
”I don’t know.” Her dad looked mesmerized by the man who seemed to be their bartender. ” Never thought I would ever see a human again.”
”Don’t just stare at me short king, do something to this mess!”
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Hah!
He had a fucking body again!
Take that Val!
Vox had absolutely no idea of what had happened or why, but he had a body! Wohoo!
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Everyone. And he meant everyone on the streets of hell was human, him included. Rather interesting outing to say at least. Alastor had thought it would be a good day to go do some errands but now he had much better entertainment.
Had he known something like this was going to happen he would have found himself a much more secure place to enjoy the sudden chaos but he had to admit this was rather freeing. At the time of the transformation his fateful axe had appeared in his hand to replace the radiostaf. His clothing had also changed to the attire he had worn on his last day on earth, that and the hints his fellow sinner’s outfits and appearances lead him to the conclusion they all presented the time of their death.
Lucky for him, he had died with axe on his hand. A little miracle he hadn’t been holding the rusty shovel from his little murder scene.
Swinging the axe and hitting another sinner, more blood spilled on his already dirty vest, but just this once he didn’t really mind it.
Never had he been able to do something like this in the middle of the street.
The screams of hear that mixed into the baseline panic quietened a little too quickly for Alastor’s liking but the street was unfortunately empty at this point, the lucky ones having escaped before he was finished.
No matter. He could find something else to entertain himself with in no time.
Alastor settled his axe on his shoulder and planned on leaving the block when movement caught his eye. A loner appeared from an alley down the street and stopped at a body Alastor had slayed few minutes prior. The lanky man, had snow white hair and was dressed rather inappropriate for a public place. He seemed to only be wearing a pair of underwear and woman’s bra?
He watched as the man took of the jacket from the body and held it up as if measuring if it would be good enough. Honestly wouldn’t anything be better than standing nearly naked in public.
”Hey there, hot stuff! You want something”, hanging the jacket over his shoulder and brushing the other hand through his hair the unfortunate sinner dared to talk to Alastor.
Lucky for said sinner Alastor knew there was exactly only one person who could poses both the lack of shame and self-preservation in that exact combination. The accent and white hair naturally conforming the identity. Not much seemed to have changed in hell.
”I could show you a good time, kid. But be careful with that axe, you wouldn’t want to ruin this master piece”, Angel posed showing of his body, which really looked just starved if Alastor would have to say his honest opinion.
”You better shut your mouth if you don’t desire to be dismembered, Angel dear.”
After a moment of confusion Angel’s eyes widened with the realization.
”Holy shit Smiles, you’re a fuckin’ baby!”