A/N: All credit goes to Renowned-Wolf

The episode opens with Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor, seemingly a cross between a hellhound and incubus, paces around him.

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

Angel groans, but eventually regains his confident smile.

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

The captor holds a knife against Angel's face.

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel Dust: (laughs, unbothered) It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel Dust: (stares defiantly) Do your worst. (breaks into a seductive smile) Daddy.

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.

Angel Dust: (on TV) ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!

Cuts to Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, Niffty rather interested, and you just completely numb to it all.

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!

Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh.

She turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her hand.

Vaggie: Ew!

A/N: In the writer's room.

Wolf: Still wish I was the hellhound in that video.

Anson: What the fuck, dude, again?

Wolf: You want to go there?

Wolf evilly grins and pulls out a giant file labeled "Anson's guilty pleasures".

Anson: You wouldn't dare.

Wolf pulls out a picture and looks at it.

Wolf: Woah, that is fucking huge.

Anson takes the whole folder.

Anson: Fine, fine, just give that back!

Anson leaves to hide the file.

Wolf: Ha, I've got copies.

A/N: Back to the story.

Y/N: I wish I could say this is the worst thing I've ever seen.

Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.

Angel Dust: (on TV) Oh, harder, Daddy!

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

You try to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with your hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. Vaggie turns to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel Dust: (laughs, angry) Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Y/N: I've both interrogated and been interrogated and there was no fucking involved.

Angel Dust: (gasps) Fuck you. This is classy art! (gestures with two hands at the TV screen)

Angel Dust: (on TV) OH! FUUUCK!!

Co-star slaps Angel's ass and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with a smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point. (Gestures to Sir Pentious) That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! (To Charlie) Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.

Charlie: What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no. (You and Vaggie just stare at her silently)

Husk: (to Vaggie) This one. (she turns her attention away from Charlie and scowls at Husk, growling under her breath.) Judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.

Vaggie frowns before groaning.

Husk: (to you) You're a rage fueled sonuvabitch who needlessly works himself to death being the breadwinner although it's good to see you more than fixed that dating problem.

You just roll your eyes.

Husk: (gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously) And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.

Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey he's holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs.

Angel Dust: You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow!

Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning before sitting himself down on the couch's arm.

Angel Dust: Kitten's got claws!

He gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other hand holding the bottom of Husk's hand.

Angel Dust: (sexily) Meow!

Husk immediately breaks away from his grasp and points at Angel with his index finger, rather annoyed, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move.

Husk: And you! (scoffs) Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.

Angel Dust: Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass.

Y/N: Continue to be fake, that'll prove him wrong.

Angel gives you a look then his phone vibrates and rings.

Angel: Hold that thought. (answers the phone) Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... (nervously) No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there. (hangs up) Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot.

Husk: Uh-huh, sure.

Y/N: How fucking desperate were you to sign yourself away to that piece of shit?

Angel Dust: You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender and a murdering cynic thinks a' me. (pulls out shades from chest fluff) So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic.

Husk grows annoyed at his comment as Angel flips him off, putting on his shades. Husk growls and glares at him.

Y/N: Continuing to be fake doesn't make you less fake.

Charlie: (sprints after Angel) Angel, you can't leave yet. (tries to stop him from leaving by taking his hands and gently leading him back to the lobby) We haven't finished our exercises for the day.

Angel Dust: I'm sure you'll manage without me.

He walks back over to the door to leave, grabs the handle, and opens it then Charlie sprints back after him and closes the door with her back, trying to block him from leaving.

Charlie: There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself.

Angel places his hands on his hips and waist, growing annoyed and facepalming, trying to remain calm before taking off his shades with one hand, and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.

Angel Dust: Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.

Charlie frowns at what he said Angel moves her out of the way to the door, opens it, puts his shades back on, and slams the door and leaves.

Charlie: Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?

Vaggie: Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.

Charlie: So?

Y/N: So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which we love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?

Charlie: (whines) But that's so mean.

Y/N: Fucking seriously?

Vaggie: It's not mean, exactly. It's... uh, aggressive kindness.

Charlie: Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss... That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!

Vaggie: Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.

Charlie: Y/N, you've met him before, what's he like?

Y/N: He tried to force my mother to be one of his whores on multiple occasions (Vaggie is shocked) then I nut checked him, held him at gunpoint, and stole his sunglasses. Angel and Alastor were there, they can confirm it.

Charlie/Vaggie: O_O/O_X

Y/N: This isn't a good idea, Charlie. Valentino is one of the most vile and despicable fucking scumbags in Hell. Along with Striker, Crimson, Stella, and even Mammon.

You see Charlie giving you puppy dog eyes and you turn away gritting your teeth.

Y/N: (grumbling) Satan fucking damnit! (normally) I'll go with you to talk to him.

Charlie smiles and squeeze as she tightly hugs you.

Charlie: Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

She peppers your face with kisses until you grab her waist and hold her at eye level.

Y/N: You owe me big time.

Charlie: Of course, Puppy.

She gives you a lingering kiss on the lips.

Y/N: You're the sub.

Charlie: That's fair.

Y/N: You won't be able to sit right for a week.

Charlie: O_O

Cuts to Angel working at the porn studio. Valentino supervises and Travis appears as a director.

Angel Dust: Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh?...

Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing.

Angel Dust: Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?

Valentino: Just improv it. You think anyone watches for the dialogue? (points to Travis, who nervously smiles and shakes his head) Action!

A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays.

Angel Dust: Oh, no. So many burglars... (sexily) and only one me! Whatever shall I do?

Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside.

Angel: I guess I'll have to do all of you!

One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed.

Angel Dust: Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me?

Angel hears the door squeak open as you, wearing Valentino's sunglasses, and Charlie suddenly enter the studio. His eyes widened in a panic.

Angel Dust: (shocked) Charlie?! Y/N?!

Rocky: Uh, my name's Rocky.

Angel Dust: No one gives a shit.

He pushes Rocky off of him and the bed, sitting up.

Charlie: Oh, so this is where the magic happens.

Y/N: My mother was, on several occasions, almost forced to work in a place like this.

Charlie: (regretful) Sorry, Puppy.

A hellhound succubus hybrid stands up and casually removes her bra leaving her completely nude.

Y/N: Gyat DAYUM.

Charlie: O_O (bisexual panic) Oh, wow, that is... That is a lot.

Charlie walks off as the woman notices you.

Venus: Y/N?!

Y/N: My reputation precedes me.

Venus: I'm Venus.

She presses herself against you and trails her hands down your chest.

Venus: I hear you have an open relationship, so how would you like to be my Mars?

Y/N: That is true and while I would love to be your Mars but I'm not gonna add anyone whenever I want, It won't be fair to the others.

Venus: Aww, you might be too good for me.

She slips her number in your pocket.

Venus: For when you work things out.

She gives you a kiss on the cheek before getting back to her shoot as you regroup with Charlie.

Angel then puts on a robe and approaches you.

Angel Dust: What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!

Charlie: (dramatic) I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please. (whispering softly) I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?

Just as Charlie looks around and is about to walk away, Angel tries to gently but firmly grab her by the hand and pulls her away, frightened.

Angel Dust: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val. Y/N, talk some sense into her!

Valentino: Angel! What is the fucking hold up?

Angel Dust: I'm coming!

Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Y/N: Ha! Damnit, now I have to say this piece of shit made me laugh!

Angel gently pushes Charlie back towards the door and opens it as she stands there.

Angel Dust: (panicked) Y/N, please, just get her back to the hotel until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go.

Valentino appears behind Angel as he flinches.

Valentino: Aaaah, Your Majesty.

Angel Dust: (whispers) Oh, shit.

Valentino puts on a placating smile knowing he can't start shit with you and Charlie present.

Valentino: Welcome to my humble sex dungeon.

He pushes Angel behind him as he bends down and leans towards Charlie.

Valentino: What can I do for such a--

He takes Charlie's left arm and pulls up her suit sleeve as he lecherously licks and slurps Charlie's arm, leaving a trail of his saliva.

Charlie: (grossed out) Ah, uh, no, thank you.

Angel looks away, disgusted.

Valentino: Mm! Lovely specimen!

You take your spear and shove the head in Valentino's mouth forcing him to back off of Charlie as you get in his face and snarl getting everyone's attention.

Charlie: Y/N, stop! That's not why we're here!

Y/N: (to Val) You got lucky.

You retract the spear leaving a cut inside Valentino's mouth. He regains his composure and wipes off the blood from his face.

Valentino: You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, (dips her) your papito–

You snarl again and Charlie backs away, disgusted, from Val.

Charlie: Fuck noooo!

Charlie: Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel.

Valentino stiffens slightly when she mentions that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him.

Charlie: Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.

Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel who grows more worried.

Valentino: Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty, and enjoy the show. (motions the film crew back to the shoot as he walks back to his chair and sits beside Travis) Well, let's take this shit from the top!

Travis: (laughs) Action!

Angel Dust: Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... big guns of yours.

Rocky: Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll...

Pans to Charlie whispering to the cameraman about the hotel.

Charlie: (whispering) ...We do trust exercises everyday in the morning...

Y/N: (whisper) Charlie, now is not the-

Valentino shouts: Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?

Charlie: Ooh! I'm sorry. Were we too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel.

You facepalm.

Valentino: (fakes a smile) Not at all, Princess! (he glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward, uneasy) It doesn't bother me one bit.

Charlie: You know, this scene feels awfully violent.

Y/N: No shit, do you not know where you are and who this is?

Charlie: If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- woah!

Charlie screams and trips over a cable and the electricity crackles.

Charlie: Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay.

She tries reaching to fix it but the cables and wires catch fire and begins to spread as she backs away from it. Angel and the four male actors are seen watching, eyes wide.

Charlie: That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire.

The crew and actors scream and flee while Angel remains on the bed, eyes wide, backing up against the pillows.

Angel: Oh shit...

Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire, to no avail, while you have a fire extinguisher. Valentino glares at Angel Dust menacingly, believing he's the cause of this mess.

Charlie: Oh, god. Okay uh do you have any–

Charlie grabs the corner of a furry carpet in an attempt to put out the flames as Valentino watches everything play out, eyes wide before he grits his teeth, standing up from his chair in annoyance.

Charlie: (in the middle of the fire) Can I get a fire extinguisher?

Y/N: Already on it!

Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down, trying to put out the fire, but still to no avail, as the screams and running continue.

Charlie: I am so sorry. I ruined your movie. I ruined your movie.

Angel watches everything as he sits on the bed, backed against the pillows, blinking with a mortified expression. His pupils shrink when he sees Valentino's dark figure standing still in the midst of the fire, glaring at him.

Charlie: Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Noooooo!

Valentino growls and flaps his wings once, extinguishing the fire in an instant. Angel gets off of the bed quickly, reaching underneath, grabbing and putting on his robe.

Angel Dust: Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Charlie: (still with suit jacket off) Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can–

Valentino walks up to Charlie and bends in front of her to her eye level.

Valentino: Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that. (turns to Angel) Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?

Angel runs off to Val, leaving you and Charlie looking concerned, who reaches to stop him. Angel enters the dressing room, worried and scared, as a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut. He approaches Angel menacingly as he turns around with his hands raised up in defense.

Angel Dust: Val, I didn't know that--

Before Angel can continue, Valentino grunts in annoyance as he smacks the back of his hand hard across the side of Angel's face, giving his right eye a black eye. He stumbles back in pain, holding the side of his face with his hand as he tries to speak again.

Angel Dust: Val, I–

Angel grunts as Valentino grabs the collar part of his robe and holds him up close to his face, extremely pissed off.

Valentino: You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitch and her fucking mongrel-

He throws Angel back, sending him colliding back against a chair that he anxiously shuffles around. He is visibly scared, gasping and panting out of breath.

Valentino: -Fight your battles for you?

Valentino growls as he walks closer to Angel, who is still trying to explain.

Angel Dust: Val, please, I'm sorry... She's–

Valentino: You bring her here to protect you?

He reaches his left arm out to Angel with his hand open to touch or possibly grab his chest fluff as Angel backs himself away in the corner of the room in fear, instinctively grabbing his robe to try and cover his chest.

Valentino: To fuck with me?

Red cigar smoke circles around the back of Angel's wrists like cuffs, binding them together. Valentino grabs Angel by the neck and forcefully drags him back before slamming and pinning him down to the couch, causing Angel to yell in pain.

Angel Dust: Ow! Val, stop!

Valentino: (teeth gnashed) You think she can get you out of work?

Angel Dust: No! No, that-- that-- that's not-- (Valentino uses his free hand and runs and touches Angel's chest fluff. Angel's voice wavers.) --what I'm trying to do. I-- No--

Valentino growls and violently throws Angel to the ground, causing him to slide to a stop, gasping and grunting heavily.

Valentino: (menacingly) You know she can't do anything.

Valentino manipulates his smoke into a ball before forming it into a chain wrapped around Angel's neck, lifting his head and body up to read his golden contract that's binding him to Valentino signed with his real name, "Anthony".

Valentino: I own you. Or have you forgotten that?

Angel Dust: (sniffling and whimpering) No...

Valentino vanishes the contract but still holds onto his smoke chain tightly.

Valentino: When I say "come", you say?

Angel Dust: Yes, Valentino.

Valentino: (leans closer to Angel, putting a hand on his shoulder) When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say?

Angel Dust: (voice deepening and breaking) Yes, Valentino.

Valentino: When I say "You better get those fucking (shouting, grabbing the collar of Angel's robe and holding him up to eye level. Angel has a look of pure terror on his face) CUNTS out of my studio." (caresses the back of his hand against Angel's face) You say?

Angel Dust: Uh, I...

Valentino digs his nails/claws into Angel's face, leaning in closer. His voice becomes much more aggressive.

Valentino: YOU say?

Angel Dust: (holds his hands up) Look, V-Val, Charlie just gets involved in everything and Y/N's just doing his job. I-I'll tell them to leave. Just don't hurt them.

Valentino grabs the collar of Angel's robe again and lifts him up off of the ground. Angel gasps and grunts.

Valentino: I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money. Now, you're going to go get rid of her, (throws Angel to the ground, who catches himself from the fall. Points at him angrily) and then you are filming all night. Get me?

Angel Dust: Yes, Val.

Valentino: (smiles) Good.

Angel reaches his arm from behind him and manages to grab the door handle, opening it a little. Valentino suddenly grabs Angel by the robe, violently dragging him out of the dressing room as he gasps. The door slams and the mirror inside falls over, smashing and shattering.

Cut to you and Charlie seeing Angel with a black eye and being roughly dragged by Valentino.

Valentino: (loudly) All right!

Valentino throws Angel forward against the bed, and he manages to catch himself, rather weakly, in front of you and Charlie. Her jaw drops and her eyes widen, while you growl, at what you just witnessed. You both turn to stare at Valentino, an expression of disbelief and anger on Charlie's face.

Valentino: Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!

Charlie, who is now furious, grows her horns as her eyes glow red and hair floats and you draw your spear, fully extended.

Charlie: (demonic, angry) What makes you think you can treat him like that?!

Valentino simply stands there, smug, with his arms crossed as you and Charlie approach, but Angel stands in your way stopping you.

Angel Dust: Charlie, Y/N! Just stop!

Charlie: Angel, what are you talking ab–

Angel Dust: Guys, leave!

Y/N: Are you fucking serious?!

Angel Dust: I didn't want you to come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse.

Charlie: I just wanted to help you.

Angel Dust: Well, you ain't! You actually want to help me? Get the fuck out of here right now and let me finish my work.

Y/N: You have actual help now and a way out yet you're choosing to defend this (point your spear at Valentino) cocksucker?!

Charlie: I... I didn't... (sobs) mean to!

She looks at Valentino who has a smug look.

Charlie: I... I'm... I'm so sorry.

Charlie sobs and leaves the studio in tears, slamming the door behind her.

You glare at Valentino who gives another smug look knowing you can't do anything. You leave the studio furious. Angel looks disappointed in himself.

Valentino laughs and chuckles lowly in satisfaction, approaching Angel from behind, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over his back.

Valentino: Good boy.

Cuts to Angel resuming his film with makeup applied to his face to cover his black eye.

Valentino: And... action.

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Cut to a worn out Angel Dust returning to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself next to you on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup.

Angel Dust: Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.

Husk: Hmm, You look like shit.

Angel Dust takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile.

Angel: Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new.

You and Husk roll your eyes as soon as he pours the liquor. Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaves a small portion spilled.

Angel: Eugh, I said a strong one.

Husk: Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.

Angel Dust: Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink.

Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.

Y/N: Lashing out isn't doing you any favors nor is it fixing your problem.

Husk: And you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time.

Husk cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol.

Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona.

Angel Dust: Oh sure, and where should I Iook, you two? Hmm? (sexily) In your bedroom, maybe? (Husk flinches and stiffens while you scowl) Under the covers? (Angel shakes his shoulders suggestively as Husk cringes back and you fight back the urge to slap some sense into him) Maybe we can go look together.

Husk unknowingly purrs as his eye twitches he holds up his hand, gesturing to Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed.

Husk: Don't. Even start.

Y/N: You're beating a dead horse at this point.

Angel Dust: Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!

Angel grabs one of Husk's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself before using his other hands to stroke your tail.

Angel: (to you) Or this tail wag.

You twist Angel's hand off your tail as Husk pushes him off and back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling.

Husk: Stop, Goddamnit!

Y/N: Fucking Christ!

Angel scowls at you both.

Husk: You can cut the act already. (places both hands on the bar top) It's never going to work on us, Hell, Y/N doesn't even swing that way.

Y/N: All you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit.

Angel, now agitated and filled with rage as his eyes glow a dark neon magenta as gets up in your and Husk's face.

Angel: Call me fake one more time, motherfuckers! I dare you.

Husk leans close to Angel and uses index finger to poke his chest fluff.

Husk: Fake.

He smiles smugly as you blow smoke in Angel's face.

Angel Dust: Fuckin' assholes!

He bumps into the bar ceiling, holding his head with his hands as he falls back off of the stool and lands on the floor.

Angel: Arrgh! God!

You crouch down next to him.

Y/N: Ya done?

Angel Dust: (growls angrily) Ya know what? You two would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!

He throws the half broken bottle of alcohol but you nonchalantly catch it as you and Husk stare unamused and unimpressed.

Angel: Ya know how much I'm worth?

Y/N: Evidently a couple bags of coke.

Angel: Fuck you! You know how many people would kill to have (fluffs chest) Angel Dust come onto them?! Fuck you! (to Husk) Have fun being a lonely piece of shit! (to you) And I hope your girlfriends leave you!

Angel storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie.

Vaggie: Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?

Angel Dust: (offscreen) Out! (door slams)

Vaggie: What did you do?

Husk: (shrugging) Made him a drink.

Y/N: Just Angel being Angel.

Charlie: (worried) Oh, no. He looks really upset.

Husk: (dismissively) It's just Angel. He'll be fine.

Charlie: I'm not so sure. I really messed up at the studio today and he got... Ugh, it was... It wasn't good, okay?

Vaggie tucks Charlie's hair behind her ear and gives her a reassuring smile, then turns to you and Husk.

Vaggie: [sarcastically] Gee, sounds like someone should go after him...

Husk just stares and blinks blankly while you take another drag of your cigarette.

Vaggie: Someone named "Husk" and "Y/N".

Husk: Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried?

Vaggie: Because I'm not the one who sent him storming out. You caused it. You drag him back.

Y/N: Bullshit we caused it.

Charlie: No! No... Don't force him back. Just make sure he's safe. I pushed too hard earlier and... I only made things worse. Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then.

Vaggie shoots a pointed look at you and Husk, who grumbles.

Charlie: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... Boundaries.

Husk rolls his eyes and slumps forward while whining like a cat.

Y/N: Come on, (cocks handgun then holsters it) let's get this shit over with.

Cuts to Angel entering a bar. You and Husk follow behind with sirens blaring in the background.

Angel sits in a bar called The Black Spot, filled mostly with sea based demons, with a gang of loan sharks, snorting drugs.

Angel Dust: Oh, yeah.

As you and Husk enter the bar someone bumps into him which makes him growl and glare in their direction briefly until you point out Angel and the gang of loan sharks laughing.

Angel Dust: (laughing) I'm so fucked up!

Husk sits at the bar counter, placing money down, and orders a drink.

Husk: Gimmee a whiskey...

Y/N: Beelzejuice. Looks like a knockoff Flying Dutchman. (imitating Davy Jones) Do you fear death?

The bartender hands you a pint and places a glass down for Husk and pours some before he grabs the bottle.

Husk: I meant the whole bottle, jackass.

The bartender stares at him silently before letting him have the bottle and takes away the glass instead as Husk drinks down the bottle.

Y/N: I know we're here for Angel but are *you* alright?

Husk: Not sure. Guess I just see a bit of myself in Angel. If I can give you any advice it's you can't drink your problems away.

Y/N: Believe me, I already know. I got into a fight with my best friend and tore up one of Bee's parties, not in a good way.

You both hear Angel laughing.

Angel Dust: Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?

Demon: You got that right!

The gangsters laugh as Husk watches and snarls while you scowl.

Angel Dust: (to one demon) Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!

A/N: How much of a bottom bitch are you that Angel Dust is the "Daddy" in the situation?

The demon is seen taking his and Angel's empty glasses by the bar counter as he sits down on a stool next to you and Husk who glare at him in suspicion as the bartender pours the liquor in the two glasses. The shark demon reaches into his suit and takes out some love potion/drug (which resembles the love potion seen in the background of "Radio Killed the Video Star") and pours it into Angel's drink making the color pink. Yours and Husk's eyes widen as you watch the loan shark get up from the stool to return to Angel.

Husk huffs and sets his bottle of whiskey aside while you finish off your Beelzejuice.

Husk: (muttering) Son of a–

Loan shark: Here you go, darling. Just for you–

Just as Angel is about to reach for the drink, you appear from behind the loan shark and grab him by the back of his suit.

Loan shark: Woah!

Y/N: Hey, you seem familiar, do you work for Crim?

Loan shark: What, who the fuck-

Angel watches in shock as you take the roofied drink and shove it, glass and all, into the loan shark's mouth and uppercut him then shoving him headfirst into a jukebox causing music to play then the rest of the gangsters take out their guns.

Husk throws razor sharp playing cards cutting off the barrels of their guns as you shoot them with your handgun then Husk grabs Angel and uses another playing card to cut a net loose from the ceiling immobilizing them

Husk: Let's go.

Angel Dust: What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey!

You and Husk drag Angel out of the bar.

Angel Dust: What the actual fuck are you two doing here?! Let go of me.

Husk: No. We're takin' you back to the hotel.

Angel Dust: Get off!

Y/N: That fucker roofied your drink!

Angel Dust: You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!

Husk: You just let people drug you all the time?

Y/N: You really are just a pathetic whore aren't you?

Angel Dust: You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.

Husk: Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing.

Y/N: You chose to do crack, you chose to become a whore, and you chose to sell your soul to Valentino, so you definitely asked for this! As for Charlie, you never needed to ask her for help because, whether you like it or not, Charlie is the only person who not only gives a fuck about you, but is actively trying to help you and all you do is disrespect and embarrass her! Also, giving up and letting people use you like a goddamn flesh light is not "handling yourself".

Angel wants to retort but can't.

Husk: It seems like... I don't know... you might need a bartender to talk to.

Angel Dust: (chuckles, incredulous) Oh, so now you're going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you two treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please. (walks off)

Husk: Maybe we'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushin' our boundaries! Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot, so you might as well just... cut the act.

Angel stops walking, eyes widening before tears form in the corner of his eyes. He drops the Angel Dust persona completely.

Angel Dust: It's not an act!

Husk flinches back a bit and stares at Angel in shock while you cock an eyebrow.

Angel Dust: (sobbing) It's who I need to be. (crosses arms to chest) And this... (gestures to the redlight street) This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore...

Angel sits down on the sidewalk, curling up into a small ball with his legs close to his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head buried into his knees. You and Husk stand there, taking in what Angel said before Husk sits next to him while you stand on the other side.

Angel Dust: ...and maybe he'll let me go...

You and Husk stare at Angel with sympathy and pity.

Husk: (sighs) I was an Overlord once, you know.

Angel Dust looks to Husk, who sighs, giving an assuring smile.

Y/N: Thought so, that's how you knew my father.

Husk: Yeah, and uh... It was nice to have that power. But when you're dealing in souls-

The scene flashbacks to Husk's past, in his prime as an Overlord sitting at a gambling table, smiling in Pride as he looks to his prize consisting of piles of money stacks, then spreading out his cards.

Husk: -While also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous.

The cards backs progressively show Husk losing his bets, his expression getting sadder as the number of card patterns shrinks.

Husk: So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to...Keep you afloat.

A card appears on screen spinning in place, showing the pattern of a sad Husk, to an evil grinning Alastor, his ominous chuckling echoing in the background as it rains hundreds of playing cards.

Husk: Even making deals with yourself.

A stack of Cards fall into Alastor's hand, who holds them out in a fan, and grins at a worried Husk as he has stacks of poker chips surrounding him, signifying an unbeatable winning streak, voodoo symbols floating around him as the light is dimmer and more menacing on his half of the room.

Cut back to present.

Husk: So I know what it's like to... Regret the choices made... And knowin' ya can't take it back.

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Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall

Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless

You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall

Y/N: Can't face the world sober and dopeless

You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked

Well, let me just say you're correct

Angel Dust: Wait, what?

Husk: You're a loser, baby

A loser, goddamn baby.

Y/N: You're a fucked up little whiny bitch.

Angel Dust: Hey!

Husk: You're a loser, just like me

Angel Dust: Thanks, assholes.

Y/N: You're a screw's-loose-boozer

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Husk: You're a power-bottom at rock bottom

But you got company

Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?

Y/N: There was a time I thought no one could relate

To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged

Husk: But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!

We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich

Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak

Y/N: Haha! And you think that makes you unique?

Get outta here, man!

Husk: We're both losers, baby

We're losers, it's okay to be a–

Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?

Husk: Baby, that's fine by me

Angel Dust: I'm a loser, honey,

A schmoozer and a dummy!

But at least I know I'm not alone

Husk: You're a loser

Y/N, Husk, Angel: Just like me!

Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin'

Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find!

Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!

Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower

Husk: I sold my soul to save my power

Now I'm on that demon's leash

Y/N, Husk, Angel: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour

Angel Dust: You're a loser, baby

Husk: A loser, but just maybe if we

Y/N, Husk, Angel: Eat shit together, things will end up differently!

Angel begins humming while Husk sings.

Husk: It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

Play your card, be who you are

Y/N, Husk, Angel: A loser, just like—

Demon: There he is! They're fucking singing?! Get 'em!

Husk: Oh shit! Stay down.

Y/N: We'll deal with this.

Demon: Hehe, you're fucking dead -

Husk leaps out and throws playing cards embedding them in the skulls of the gangsters before throwing a pair of exploding dice in the mouth of another making his head explode then and slashing the throat of another with another playing card.

Y/N: You're not having all the fun!

You run and lunge at one of the thugs and bite off his head then another thug rushes you only for you to impale him on your spear causing him to fall to his knees. A third thug jumps on your back and tries to strangle you but you reach back and pull off the thug and bring him around where you break his back over your knee. You go back to the second thug and grab both ends of the spear then twist it ripping him in half. Husk kills another but one more thug jumping on Husk's back, until Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.

Angel Dust: Eat lead, sucka!! (lends a hand to Husk) I told ya. I can handle myself, baby.

Angel pulls out 5 extra guns and begins fighting the rest of the demons with you and Husk until all the shark demons are reduced to blood and guts with only three remaining.

Shark demon: This did not go as plan-

You throw your spear through his face, Angel blows the head off the second, and Husk uses more exploding dice on the third.

Cut to you, Angel, and Husk banged up and covered in the goons' blood as you summon your spear back to your hand.

Husk: Well, that was something I didn't expect to see.

Angel Dust: Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.

Y/N: (doing the soso gesture) Eh, you're alright.

Angel: (chuckling) Fuck you.

Y/N: You wish. You made it abundantly clear how badly you want this knot.

Husk: Good to know you can actually handle yourself, cause this guy ain't that bad.

Angel smiles, and you walk out of the street.

You, Angel, and Husk return to the hotel laughing together.

Angel Dust: He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!

Husk: Hehe, and this is the guy you gotta take orders from?

Angel Dust: I know! What a fucking joke, right?

Charlie rushes to Angel in relief and hugs him tightly.

Charlie: I'm so sorry, Angel. I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever-

Angel Dust: Charlie, it's fine. I get it. Thanks... for caring about me.

Charlie weeps tears of joy. Angel picks her up and gives her to you.

Angel Dust: Ehh, I think this is yours.

Vaggie: Okay missy, let's get you to bed.

Charlie: (still blubbering) He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! (inaudible cries) It's so beautiful, Vaggie...

You carry Charlie to her room with Vaggie following.

Husk: Hey, how about that drink?

Angel Dust: You read my mind.

In Charlie's room you're trucking her in.

Charlie: (sleepily) Come to bed, Puppy, Mama wants snuggles.

Y/N: I'd love to, Mama, but I've got some important work to do.

Charlie: Aww, really?

Y/N: Sorry, Mama, but I'll join you as soon as I'm done.

Charlie: Alright, be safe Puppy. 

Vaggie: You can snuggle with me, babe.

Charlie smiles and holds her arms out for Vaggie who climbs in with her.

Vaggie: This IMP work?

Y/N: Yeah, IMP work.

You leave the room as Charlie and Vaggie snuggle up.

Y/N: That's one way of putting it.

You enter your personal room where you open a trunk and pull out a pair of handguns that can combine into a rifle. 

And a set of armor.

You gear up and make your way out of the hotel where you come across a drunk Angel Dust.

Angel: Hey, Y/N, why do you always gotta look so sexy?

He stumbles but holds onto your shoulders.

Angel: Can I just get a kiss, please? No one'll know, it'll be our little secret.

Y/N: Not happening, Angel. Parallel universe, maybe, but not now.

You guide him to his room.

Angel: Guess I'll just have to settle for my wet dreams.

He plops down on his bed and immediately falls asleep.

Cut to you traversing rooftops and sneaking into Valentino's studio.

You sneak up on a guard and snap his neck before climbing up into the rafters as another guard walks by.

Guard: Shit! (into radio) We have an intruder, a guard is down!

He notices a red dot on his arm that trails up to his head where notices you pulling the trigger on your rifle which is the last thing he sees.

Y/N: I would make a joke about snitches but I want them to know.

A third guard shows up, hears something, and looks just in time to see you dropping down on him as it transitions to a montage of you taking out Valentino's goons. Eventually this gets to Valentino himself.

Valentino: (into a radio) What the fuck do I pay you for?!

Guard: (over radio) Sir, this is different, this guy-

Valentino: It's one asshole, it's not that complicated!

Guard: (over radio) Sir-

He's cut off as gagging is heard.

Valentino: What's going on?! (no response) You better get your worthless ass down here-

The guard's dead body is dropped from the second floor balcony at Val's feet.

Valentino: What the fuck?!

He looks up just in time to see you shoot him in the shoulder with your rifle causing him to yell in pain and run back to his office.

You separate your rifle into two handguns and jump off the balcony landing on a guard then taking out the other guards with headshots before stomping on the face of the guard you landed on killing him before rushing to Valentino's office.

You run towards the door, shooting it, and crashing through where you're immediately grabbed and lifted off the ground by Valentino dropping your guns in the process.

Valentino: I'm gonna have some fun with-

You kick him in the face which loosens his grip enough for you to break free, knock him down, and break his arm.

Valentino: (in pain) MOTHERFUCKER!

He tosses you off and you roll on the floor retrieving your guns and open fire shooting off Val's hat and hitting his torso a few times. He screams in pain again then flaps his wings causing you to be blown back through a wall by the force of the wind.

You recover just in time to see Valentino aiming his revolver, money shot, at you. 

Valentino: You'll get a different money shot later!

You circle around each other taking shots and narrowly avoiding them. You and Valentino both run out of ammo and he quickly reloads as you holster your guns, draw your spear, and rush him.

Just as Valentino finishes reloading he tries to dodge your spear getting a cut on his side. You spin around swinging at Val's face but he dodges again and you use the momentum from your swing to cut Val's thigh, then taking out his knee on the other leg, bringing him to his knees, then you uppercut him making him fall flat on his back.

You stand above Valentino, ready to deliver the killing blow, but a guard shoots you in the shoulder, making you drop your spear and allowing Val to retaliate.

Val knocks you down and starts strangling you with two of his hands while punching you with the one remaining unbroken arm.

Valentino: I'm gonna take that spear and shove it up your ass, you sonuvabitch!

As you're getting pummeled on you find Val's revolver and grab it then shoot him in the stomach to let you go. You stand up and shoot the guard in the face but Valentino gets back up forcing you to flee. You run by Valentino and shoot him again.

Valentino: Someone shoot this fucker already!

More guards pursue you then you hold up your hand and use your ring to summon your spear killing a couple of the guards as it flies to your hand. You continue running and make your way up to the second floor as Valentino himself chases after you and flaps his wings again causing wind that knocks you over the guard railing.

Meanwhile Venus, wearing a leather vest, crop top, skirt, and fishnet stockings, is exiting her dressing room just in time to see you fall flat on your back from the second floor balcony.

Venus: Y/N?!

You cough up blood before turning your head to look at her as you both hear Valentino yelling.

Valentino: (in the distance) Come on, get this cocksucker!

You try to stand up then Venus puts your arm over her shoulder.

Venus: Come on.

Y/N: Why-

Venus: Shut up, I'm trying to help!

She leads you to her dressing room and shuts the door where you hear Valentino's men running by and Valentino himself just outside the door as you and Venus try to keep absolutely quiet.

Valentino: Where the fuck is he?!

Guard: We're still-

Valentino: Find him, Goddamnit!

Guard: (nervous) Yes, sir!

Valentino: (pained) That worthless fucking mongrel! Where the fuck did he get an angelic spear from?! And he stole my revolver! He's gonna fucking pay!

Travis: Are you going to be alright?

Valentino: Of course I am! Mostly.

Travis: He had an angelic weapon.

Valentino: You think I don't know that! This cut on my thigh is gonna be a motherfucker.

He limps off and Venus checks to see if everything is clear.

Venus: Come on.

She puts your arm over her shoulder again and leads you out the back door to her car where you get in the passenger seat.

Venus: Is there anywhere you can go for help?

Y/N: (pained) Get me back to the hotel.

Venus nods and starts her car as you hold up money shot.

Y/N: Who the fuck bedazzles a revolver?

Venus chuckles.

Venus: At least your sense of humor is unaffected.

Cut to her pulling up to the hotel.

Venus: Anything else I can do to help?

Y/N: You've done more than enough, thank you.

Venus: Just get better soon.

She kisses you on the cheek then you get out of her car and limp up to the front door and into the hotel where Husk sees you from the bar.

Husk: Y/N, what the fuck happened?!

You walk up to the bar but immediately collapse and sit on the floor knocking several glasses over.

Husk: Y/N!

He jumps over the bar to check on you as Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel show to investigate the noise.

Charlie: What's going- (notices you) Puppy!

They rush over with Charlie kneeling down to comfort you.

Charlie: Puppy, what happened?!

Vaggie: We need first aid, something, anything!

Husk: I know what he needs.

He goes behind the bar and returns with a full of Beelzejuice which you immediately grab, using your teeth to remove the cork, and chug the entire bottle to the surprise of everyone.

Charlie gently hugs you.

Charlie: Puppy, tell me what happened.

Angel: Is that Val's gun?

Everyone is shocked to see you holding money shot.

Y/N: I tried to kill Valentino.

Charlie: Why would you do that?!

Vaggie: Are you fucking crazy?!

Angel is devastated to hear this.

Y/N: I had to do something! After what he's done to Angel and everyone else he needs to be taken out.

Charlie: Oh, Puppy.

Cut to you in bed as Razzle and Dazzle just finished patching you up.

Charlie: Just take it easy, Puppy.

She gives you a passionate kiss.

Vaggie: Get well soon, you crazy bastard.

They leave the room right before Angel, Fat Nuggets, and Keekee enter and approach your bedside.

Y/N: Angel?

He embraces you crying into your shoulder.

Angel: I didn't think anyone down here would care this much about me.

Y/N: Angel-

Angel: You sure you don't want me to swallow that knot?

Y/N: Starting to regret this.

Angel: Seriously, thank you.

He notices Fat Nuggets pawing your bed and picks him.

Angel: Fat Nuggets wants to show his appreciation.

Fat Nuggets crawls under your hand and nuzzles into it as Keekee climbs up and does the same to your other hand.

Later, Angel enters the lobby and sees Charlie and Vaggie waiting for something.

Charlie: Alright, she'll be here in a moment.

Angel: Who?

A portal from an Asmodean crystal opens and Thorn, carrying Dusk, steps through and is immediately escorted to your room. Thorn stands at your bed as Dusk hugging her face to your chest as a tear rolls down her cheek.

Thorn: What were you thinking?! You almost died!

Y/N: Mom, I was-

Thorn: I already lost your Father and I'll be damned if I lose you too!

Angel: He was trying to save me.

Thorn: What? What happened to you?

Angel: Valentino.

Thorn growls at the name.

Angel: He was trying to save me and everyone else from Valentino. He went through all of that for me. While Val is still around he at least knows he's not as invincible as he thought.

Having gotten the full story Thorn's demeanor slightly improves.

Thorn: (to you) You better not do anything that stupid again.

Y/N: Yes, Mother.

Thorn: I'm exhausted.

Charlie: You can stay in one of our rooms until Y/N is fully recovered.

Thorn: I'd like that. Dusk, come on.

Dusk: No.

She snuggles deeper into your chest fur as you embrace her.

Thorn: Well she's not going anywhere. I, however, am heading to the bar, Mama needs a drink.

Thorn leaves the room with Charlie and Angel watching you sleeping with Dusk snuggled up to you before leaving themselves.

End of Chapter.