Yes, we shall have three prologues cuz I said so. :3 Anyways, here's the song for this part cuz yes-

https://youtu.be/ur7I88rPBFk

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Angel could feel the pain in his body. But it was just a normal day for him. His usual. His pain didn't matter. He had learned to pick himself up each time he fell. Not make a sound. Whimpers, cries, all would always go unheard. So now when he fell, there was not a sound of pain. He just got up and carried on. He was a soul stuck in Hell whatever else could he do. "Be at work early tomorrow, Angel Cakes." Valentino's sickly sweet voice rang in his ears.

Angel let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Yes, Val." he said, that's all he could say. "Good boy." Val said in that passive aggressive yet sweet voice. God, Angel hated that voice. Angel just nodded and walked off set to his dressing room. He slumped into his chair and started wiping off his make-up. He let out another sigh as his mind flooded with thoughts and memories, he would never speak of.

Anthony was the youngest child in his family. His mother died giving birth to him and his older twin sister, Molly. Anthony grew up in New York City in the 1920s in an Italian mob family led by his father. But Anthony was different. He was more feminine and this earned him a world of pain in the cruel world. And when his father found out he was gay, it was a week full of pain for him. But despite the pain, the torture and the cruelty, Anthony thrived. He was close to his twin but distant to his older brother, Arackniss.

In those times, Anthony was the living proof that a man didn't have to be masculine to be strong. Anthony was powerful. He was fast with knives and daggers and sharp with bullets. He knew how to use every gun. He was brave, strong and confident. But fate had different plans for the child full of light. One day, when he failed, his older brother found him and beat him up, giving him a black eye. Filled with pain, Anthony ran away.

Anthony did the only thing he knew how to do. Drugs. And his favorite drug was PCP, Angel Dust. But that dark night, his all controls and restraints broke. The pain was overwhelming his senses. The years of torment had taken a toll on him. And he gave into temptation. He snorted more drugs than he ever had. He then laid down on some hotel floor and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep and never woke up.

Staying in Hell wasn't that bad at first. He joined a drag show and took the alias of Angel Dust which he embraced as his name from the very drug that killed him. His stage name. He did join his father and brother in Hell, doing mob business again. But then he decided to crave his own fate and ran. But little did he know, that escaping from the wolf's den would take him straight into the tiger's den. He sold his soul to someone he thought loved him. Valentino.

But again. Fate was cruel to him. He was used, abused and used like a toy. But Angel has accepted his fate. He has now accepted there was no way out and that he was stuck in this cage forever. He has given up. He has accepted his fate and is waiting for that certain doom when one day he will have to die at the hands of an exorcist just like the rest of the Sinners. He is ready for it. His only love right now is his little pet piglet, Fat Nuggets. A gift from Valentino. But the only one Angel loves.

With a deep sigh, he got up from his chair and headed out. He wanted to keep his head down. To frown and feel this emotions of sadness and pain. But he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to show his vulnerable side. So he put on a confident smile as he walked out of the studio. He flashed winks and smiles. He was charming and flirty as always. He walked with confidence, hiding the pain deep within. But he could feel tears already stinging his eyes. As he walked and danced in the streets of Hell, his voice melodious as ever as he sang to himself and no one else.

Strutting down the boulevard, confidence on high,
Flashing smiles and winks, watch the sparks fly.
In the land of the damned, I'm the star of the show,
But you don't see the cracks in the glitter and glow.

He grabbed a streetlight and twirled around it like it was a pole as he started losing himself in his own thoughts and the overwhelming tears.

Got a mask that's made of sass, don't you try to see through,
It's all for show, babe, it's just what I do.
Criticism bounces off like bullets from steel,
But behind these eyes, there's a pain I conceal.

He stared at the sky as the rain drops fell. He closed his eyes, just feeling his warm tears and the cold rain water mixing on his face before sliding down.

Oh, I'm Angel Dust, the devil's delight,
Flaunting my feathers in the dead of night.
I'm all charm and smirks, you think you know my game,
But under this spotlight, I'm hiding my shame.

He resumed walking after shooting a guy who got too close. He wasn't in the mood for sex right now. He had been at it for 48 hours.

Flirtin' with danger, playing my part,
Wearing confidence like a shield for my heart.
All these ugly freaks, they can't compare,
To the fabulous flair of my pink-tinted hair.

His mind was filled with Valentino. He should have never trusted him. But Anthony was foolish and now he was stuck in a contract for the rest of his afterlife.

Yet every glance, every touch from the crowd,
Is a fleeting escape from a voice that's too loud.
Valentino's grip, it tightens with each day,
In this gilded cage, I'm forced to stay.

He was stuck in a cage but he was brave. He wiped his tears and put on a confident smile as he walked and winked at passerbys.

Oh, I'm Angel Dust, the devil's delight,
Flaunting my feathers in the dead of night.
I'm all charm and smirks, you think you know my game,
But under this spotlight, I'm hiding my shame.

Angel walked home to his apartment and his little pig came running to him. He finally had a genuine smile on his face as he picked up Fat Nuggets and spun around with him.

Behind the scenes, I'm just trying to survive,
In this hellish paradise where I barely feel alive.
A puppet on strings, tangled and tied,
Deflecting the pain, with nowhere to hide.

He put the little pig down and poured him his food. He watched happily as the little hellbeast started eating the food.

Oh, I'm Angel Dust, the devil's delight,
Flaunting my feathers in the dead of night.
I'm all charm and smirks, you think you know my game,
But under this spotlight, I'm hiding my shame.

He changed his clothes and headed back out. He walked onto the streets. Lost in a world of his own. He was the center of attention wherever he went. but he could care less about those other demons.

So when you see me shining, remember this song,
There's more to my story than looking strong.
In Hell's grand circus, I'm playing my part,
A fallen angel with a broken heart.

As soon as he felt his throat go dry, he let out a groan. "Fuck!" he mumbled to himself as he felt how wet his face was. He wiped his tears and let out a deep sigh. I need a drink. He mumbled to himself before walking back down the street. "Hey, sexy!" "Hey, pretty boy!" "Slut!" Everyone's shouts felt old and he was not going to bother with it anyway. He has been working for 48 hours straight and he hated it. So he silently just walked into the first club he saw.

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Prologues will be smaller than actual chapters :3

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