I was inspired by a fanart in Tumblr.

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Chapter 01: The Invitation

Angel sips a margarita as he read through a letter in his hand. From Husk's point of view, the arachnid didn't like what he was reading. There is a part of Husk's mind that told him ask what's the matter, but a louder voice was against it, knowing full well what it might entail.

Against his better judgement, Husk asked, "The fuck's wrong with you?"

Angel looks up and gives the bartender a coy smile. "Worried about me?"

Husk grimaced. "Fuck no. Just wanna know why you're loitering around here so you can buzz off."

Angel huffed. "It's an assignment from Val."

"The guy that owns Porn Studios?"

"The one and only."

"Don't tell me you've got a sex job or somethin'."

"Oh, I wish!" Angel scoffed. "He's makin' me go find some joe that owed him money and ice him."

"What's stopping you then?" Husk asked, for some reason he didn't know.

"'Cause the guy is hiding out at some club called Asmodia and I don't wanna go alone."

"Then ask someone."

"I did, but Cherri is working out plans to expand her turf and there's no way I'm askin' Charlie or Vaggie." Angel leans close to Husk and speaks in a low voice. "I'm already tryin' to be discreet about continuing my work." An idea comes to mind. "Hey~. How about you—"

"You can fuckin' forget it."

"Come on, Husker. There'll be a lot of bo~oze." Angel needled. Husk's only answer was a glare. A pouty Angel leans back on his stool. "Then, who can I take?" Another idea appeared.

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A knock on the door interrupts Alastor from cleaning the last bit of blood from a victim he was able to sneak in. He leans the mop on his dresser and removes the ponytail holder from his hair, letting it fall back down, and unfurls his sleeves to answer the door. He is met with a grinning Angel.

"Is there something you need?" Alastor asked, almost dreading an answer.

"Yes, actually. I'm here to ask if you could—"

"If this is another one of your vulgar innuendoes, then I will not hear it." Alastor goes to close the door, but Angel stops him.

"Tch. No, it's not! I need you to help with me something." Angel could see Alastor rising his eyebrows into his bangs. "I need someone to go with me to Asmodia."

"A sleazy, gentlemen's club."

"…How do you know that? I thought you hate those kinds of places."

"I do. But, make I a point to memorize the bars here in Pentagram City so that way I know which is a quaint tavern or is an establishment catering to ecstasy of the flesh."

Angel stares at him for a moment. "…Yeh'kay. Anyways, I need someone to come with me."

"I will not go with you to watch you partake in such pleasure." Alastor goes to close the door again, but—again—Angel stops him. The pornstar could feel the agitated static coming from the red stag. Angel could tell that the man is getting angry from the way his up lip curled up on his ever present smile.

"I'm not going there for work. Well, I kinda am, but it's not my usual work." Angel said. "I'd prefer my usual but—"

"Get to the point."

"…Right. My boss wanted me to track down a guy and cap him off."

"And you wish for me to accompany you because…"

"I don't wanna go alone." Angel said. Alastor made a wave his hand. "That's it." Alastor moves to close the door one last time. Angel stops him again. "Okay, let me rephrase. I need someone ta back me up."

"…Back you up?" Alastor echoed.

"Yeah. The target has hired a buncha dudes to protect his ass and according to intel, they're armed to the teeth."

"Haven't you once spoke of a tale of how you alone were able to shoot down an entire gang of loan sharks? Literal loan sharks, you have emphasized."

"Well, yeah, but this is different. This isn't some 2-bit thugs we're dealin' with. The dude was, like, an executive underneath my boss."

"I see. What's in it for me?"

"Heh?"

"You wish for me to step foot in a building of repulsive acts of pleasure. I would like to know what I'll get in returned."

Angel took a moment to think. The usual answer would have been to have hot sex, but this is Alastor! The man is repulsed by the idea of anything sexual and has zero, if not any, interests of coitus and the like. Plus, the guy is an Overlord, like Valentino and Vox. What can Angel Dust give to Alastor that isn't sex in exchange?

Angel snaps his fingers. "I'll take ya to the Hellfire Hall!"

Alastor blinks a few times. "…the theater? You've been to the theater?"

"Hey, not everything I do involves sex! I'll have you know, I got some class." A little voice in Alastor's mind said, 'I highly doubt that'. "So, uh, do we have a deal?" Angel holds out a hand.

Alastor stared at the appendage. He then scratches his chin. "Hmmm…Very well." he said in a chipper tone. He moves to shake Angel's hand until the arachnid realized who he was about to shake hands with and pulls hand away. Alastor wasn't offended by the action. Angel's caution was understandable.

Angel chuckles awkwardly.

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