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songerein2022-11-06 10:28 am
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[Open] ♡ 5th Dose ♡ I Fight My Inner Demons Everyday
Who: Angel and You.
Which: Interactive Dream post
Where: Pentagon City in Hell
What: After months of limping his addiction through other means, it finally caught up to him in a storm of bad nightmares of his life in Hell. He doesn't know he's having a bad dream...
Warnings: BIG TRIGGER WARNING. This is directly tied to Angel’s backstory and trauma. Will address adult themes so please do not enter if you can’t read about addiction and physical abuse. I cannot stress this enough.
The night air was hot and sticky as the ever watchful vigil of the pentagram loomed above in the blood red sky. Just another day in paradise here in Hell, Angel thought to himself as he made his way down the sparsely crowded sidewalk. They were all sinners down here and are usually up to no good, but the people who stayed out this late, it was doubly so. However it was a familiar atmosphere for the porn star. When was the last time he was out here trolling for an easy score? Since Angel had been staying at that Hotel, his need to pull tricks had become less… Though he wasn’t always a saint. Sometimes that itch to numb everything was too strong to fight. And tonight was one such night.
Angel fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, taking a long drag to let the smoke fill his lungs. Exhaling in a cloud of white haze, the conversation with Alastor played on a loop in Angel’s mind. It absolutely annoyed the every loving fuck out of him why he cared so much about his opinion about himself with the other demon. Why? Why was it bothering him? So many others thought so poorly of him, so why was he hung up over one? Maybe… he felt lonely. After all, he and the Radio Demon came from the same Hell. He was the only one who could… Angel’s brow furrowed at that sudden realization and he hastily tried to chase off the thought.
That couldn’t be it. Fuck. He didn’t want to think about this anymore. Hell, he didn’t want to think at all. Being sober royally sucked ass. Angel took another hit off his cigarette before flicking it to the sidewalk, the tiny ember snuffing out as it hit the pavement. That settles it. He is getting fucked up tonight. But who to pick up? As Angel was scoping out a potential mark, the fur on the back of his neck started to stand on end… He was being watched.
Maybe a change of scene would do the trick. Picking up his pace Angel glided down the sidewalk trying to shake that uneasy feeling, slipping into a side alleyway away from prying eyes. Just as he was about half way down, behind him Angel could hear the crackle of heavy tires rolling against the pavement followed by slam of a car door being shut.
“There you are, Angel Cakes.” The familiar raspy buzz caused Angel to stop dead in his tracks. “I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”
Shit.
Standing at the entrance of the alcove was the imposing figure of the nine foot moth that haunted the spider's dreams. His garish hat made the demon appear taller than his physical height provided.
“Val~” Angel’s voice cracked, almost sickeningly sweet as he turned to face his pimp. “Surprise seeing you here...”
“I can say the same for you.” Valentino slowly strolled closer to Angel who found his legs frozen underneath that intense stare. Before he knew it, Val was on top of him and he reached out to forcibly grab Angel’s chin. “Who gave you permission to peddle your ass for cheap tips?”
“Last I checked it was my ass.” Reflexively Angel swatted away Val’s touch but was instantly filled with regret seeing the twitch in his smile.
Sharp stinging pain splintered down the starlet’s cheek as a swift hand was brought down upon him. “Have you forgotten I own you. Seems to me that hidin’ at that fuckin’ hotel has filled your head full of bullshit.”
Angel shook off the shock of the slap to glower up at Val, “Hey, easy on the goods! My face is my money maker.”
At that, Val’s head tossed back in a guttural chuckle before he turned a level gaze straight into Angel’s eyes. “Your face? You think they want your face? They are here for your ass, not that face.” Just to prove his point, Valentino cracked the other side of Angel’s face with the back of his hand… just to even him out. “We can just slap a pretty little mask on and no one would give a shit.”
Another hard slap rang square across Angel’s face, echoing off the brick walls of the small alley. Enough was enough. Val swung his hand downwards yet again but Angel was ready for the next one.
“Fuckin’ lay off!” With purpose, Angel flung his hands up to counter the strike but in doing so he accidentally brought his own hands against his pimp’s face.
Time seemed to stop as Valentino’s signature heart-rimmed glasses fell to the concrete, shattering out a lens. Fear like he never felt made the spider’s blood run ice cold. Oh he fucked up. He fucked up real bad.
“Please I… I didn’t mean to…” Angel stammered.
Valentino’s face twisted into a nasty grin as red smoke seeped out between his sharp teeth and twisted around Angel’s throat. “I have killed bitches for doing a tenth of the shit you’ve pulled. Daddy is done. I. Own. You. When I say ‘Dance’, you say ‘Yes Val’. When I say ‘Suck dick’ you say ‘Yes Val’. That's how it's always been. Looks like you need some re-educating back at the studio.”
Panic gripped at Angel’s gut, fighting off tears that were stinging at the corners of his eyes. “No, Val! No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit ya like that. I’ll dance! I’ll suck dick. I’ll do whatever you want! Please I-”
“There’s no ‘please’ anymore, baby. I have been so patient with you and your excessive bullshit.” Val roughly grabbed Angel by the scruff and unceremoniously dragged him back towards his limo, chucking his ass inside.
Angel barely had time to realize what had just happened before the moth followed in after, Val's hands already pawing at his jacket as the door closed with a click. No doubt the Overlord found a sick enjoyment out of his resistance as he was unwillingly dragged into the waiting demon's lap. A hot wet tongue slithered into Angel's mouth as he continued to put up a fight against his pimp. Those damn hands were all over his body and it turned his stomach. It made him feel so filthy. No, he didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He knew what awaited back at the studio. No, no, no.
Something inside snapped, doing something he would have thought impossible before, he bit down hard on the unwanted invasion on his person. Valentino recoiled, momentarily releasing the spider from his many hands to bring them to his face. Seizing this moment, Angel scurried out of the demon's lap to make a desperate attempt for the door. He needed out. He needed to get away- But just mere inches from the handle, there came a violent tug on the collar of his suit jacket ripping it slightly at the seams as he was pulled right back.
"The fuck ya think you're going, Angel? The funs just startin'~" Val flipped the spider onto his back as he took hold of his wrists.
Fuck, why was he so strong? Glaring up at Val, the moth sneered victoriously as he made his move again. Not this time you motherfucker. From his sides, the porn star summoned his tertiary set of arms to snag a bottle of liquor from the mini bar in the limo. It was a heavy glass bottle and without a second thought, Angel brought it down on the Overlord's head. There was a shower of broken glass and brandy that rained down on him as the moth's body fell limp on his chest. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as Angel lay there panting trying to process what he had done. Still as the grave, Val was motionless and Angel would see the moth's colors running down the side of his head.
Oh... Oh no. A new fear rose in his belly that didn't occur to him before. The Three Vs. Shiiiiiiit. If Vox or Velvet found out about this... There was a new Hell to pay. Shoving the lifeless form of his pimp off him, Angel scrambled for the door. It flung open with such force that he toppled unceremoniously onto the pavement. Quickly he pulled himself up to his feet not wasting time to dust himself off, he dead ass sprinted away from the scene of the crime down the alley. The back streets winded and twisted, growing darker as he fled. Was Pentagon City always like this? Somehow something felt off as the buildings towered a bit too tall overhead…
Turning a blind corner, Angel screeched to a haul. A dead-end? What the fuck? As if to make matters worse, that crackling buzz hissed behind him.
“AaAanggeeeellll CaAakessSsss~”
Spinning around to stare back down the way he came, there was a sinister crimson glow that flickered just out of sight as smoky red tendrils snaked around the edges of the wall. Oh, he was so fucked. Ducking behind a dumpster, Angel curled up, hands over his mouth afraid to breathe.
Someone… help.
Which: Interactive Dream post
Where: Pentagon City in Hell
What: After months of limping his addiction through other means, it finally caught up to him in a storm of bad nightmares of his life in Hell. He doesn't know he's having a bad dream...
Warnings: BIG TRIGGER WARNING. This is directly tied to Angel’s backstory and trauma. Will address adult themes so please do not enter if you can’t read about addiction and physical abuse. I cannot stress this enough.
The night air was hot and sticky as the ever watchful vigil of the pentagram loomed above in the blood red sky. Just another day in paradise here in Hell, Angel thought to himself as he made his way down the sparsely crowded sidewalk. They were all sinners down here and are usually up to no good, but the people who stayed out this late, it was doubly so. However it was a familiar atmosphere for the porn star. When was the last time he was out here trolling for an easy score? Since Angel had been staying at that Hotel, his need to pull tricks had become less… Though he wasn’t always a saint. Sometimes that itch to numb everything was too strong to fight. And tonight was one such night.
Angel fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, taking a long drag to let the smoke fill his lungs. Exhaling in a cloud of white haze, the conversation with Alastor played on a loop in Angel’s mind. It absolutely annoyed the every loving fuck out of him why he cared so much about his opinion about himself with the other demon. Why? Why was it bothering him? So many others thought so poorly of him, so why was he hung up over one? Maybe… he felt lonely. After all, he and the Radio Demon came from the same Hell. He was the only one who could… Angel’s brow furrowed at that sudden realization and he hastily tried to chase off the thought.
That couldn’t be it. Fuck. He didn’t want to think about this anymore. Hell, he didn’t want to think at all. Being sober royally sucked ass. Angel took another hit off his cigarette before flicking it to the sidewalk, the tiny ember snuffing out as it hit the pavement. That settles it. He is getting fucked up tonight. But who to pick up? As Angel was scoping out a potential mark, the fur on the back of his neck started to stand on end… He was being watched.
Maybe a change of scene would do the trick. Picking up his pace Angel glided down the sidewalk trying to shake that uneasy feeling, slipping into a side alleyway away from prying eyes. Just as he was about half way down, behind him Angel could hear the crackle of heavy tires rolling against the pavement followed by slam of a car door being shut.
“There you are, Angel Cakes.” The familiar raspy buzz caused Angel to stop dead in his tracks. “I’ve been lookin’ for ya.”
Shit.
Standing at the entrance of the alcove was the imposing figure of the nine foot moth that haunted the spider's dreams. His garish hat made the demon appear taller than his physical height provided.
“Val~” Angel’s voice cracked, almost sickeningly sweet as he turned to face his pimp. “Surprise seeing you here...”
“I can say the same for you.” Valentino slowly strolled closer to Angel who found his legs frozen underneath that intense stare. Before he knew it, Val was on top of him and he reached out to forcibly grab Angel’s chin. “Who gave you permission to peddle your ass for cheap tips?”
“Last I checked it was my ass.” Reflexively Angel swatted away Val’s touch but was instantly filled with regret seeing the twitch in his smile.
Sharp stinging pain splintered down the starlet’s cheek as a swift hand was brought down upon him. “Have you forgotten I own you. Seems to me that hidin’ at that fuckin’ hotel has filled your head full of bullshit.”
Angel shook off the shock of the slap to glower up at Val, “Hey, easy on the goods! My face is my money maker.”
At that, Val’s head tossed back in a guttural chuckle before he turned a level gaze straight into Angel’s eyes. “Your face? You think they want your face? They are here for your ass, not that face.” Just to prove his point, Valentino cracked the other side of Angel’s face with the back of his hand… just to even him out. “We can just slap a pretty little mask on and no one would give a shit.”
Another hard slap rang square across Angel’s face, echoing off the brick walls of the small alley. Enough was enough. Val swung his hand downwards yet again but Angel was ready for the next one.
“Fuckin’ lay off!” With purpose, Angel flung his hands up to counter the strike but in doing so he accidentally brought his own hands against his pimp’s face.
Time seemed to stop as Valentino’s signature heart-rimmed glasses fell to the concrete, shattering out a lens. Fear like he never felt made the spider’s blood run ice cold. Oh he fucked up. He fucked up real bad.
“Please I… I didn’t mean to…” Angel stammered.
Valentino’s face twisted into a nasty grin as red smoke seeped out between his sharp teeth and twisted around Angel’s throat. “I have killed bitches for doing a tenth of the shit you’ve pulled. Daddy is done. I. Own. You. When I say ‘Dance’, you say ‘Yes Val’. When I say ‘Suck dick’ you say ‘Yes Val’. That's how it's always been. Looks like you need some re-educating back at the studio.”
Panic gripped at Angel’s gut, fighting off tears that were stinging at the corners of his eyes. “No, Val! No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hit ya like that. I’ll dance! I’ll suck dick. I’ll do whatever you want! Please I-”
“There’s no ‘please’ anymore, baby. I have been so patient with you and your excessive bullshit.” Val roughly grabbed Angel by the scruff and unceremoniously dragged him back towards his limo, chucking his ass inside.
Angel barely had time to realize what had just happened before the moth followed in after, Val's hands already pawing at his jacket as the door closed with a click. No doubt the Overlord found a sick enjoyment out of his resistance as he was unwillingly dragged into the waiting demon's lap. A hot wet tongue slithered into Angel's mouth as he continued to put up a fight against his pimp. Those damn hands were all over his body and it turned his stomach. It made him feel so filthy. No, he didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He knew what awaited back at the studio. No, no, no.
Something inside snapped, doing something he would have thought impossible before, he bit down hard on the unwanted invasion on his person. Valentino recoiled, momentarily releasing the spider from his many hands to bring them to his face. Seizing this moment, Angel scurried out of the demon's lap to make a desperate attempt for the door. He needed out. He needed to get away- But just mere inches from the handle, there came a violent tug on the collar of his suit jacket ripping it slightly at the seams as he was pulled right back.
"The fuck ya think you're going, Angel? The funs just startin'~" Val flipped the spider onto his back as he took hold of his wrists.
Fuck, why was he so strong? Glaring up at Val, the moth sneered victoriously as he made his move again. Not this time you motherfucker. From his sides, the porn star summoned his tertiary set of arms to snag a bottle of liquor from the mini bar in the limo. It was a heavy glass bottle and without a second thought, Angel brought it down on the Overlord's head. There was a shower of broken glass and brandy that rained down on him as the moth's body fell limp on his chest. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as Angel lay there panting trying to process what he had done. Still as the grave, Val was motionless and Angel would see the moth's colors running down the side of his head.
Oh... Oh no. A new fear rose in his belly that didn't occur to him before. The Three Vs. Shiiiiiiit. If Vox or Velvet found out about this... There was a new Hell to pay. Shoving the lifeless form of his pimp off him, Angel scrambled for the door. It flung open with such force that he toppled unceremoniously onto the pavement. Quickly he pulled himself up to his feet not wasting time to dust himself off, he dead ass sprinted away from the scene of the crime down the alley. The back streets winded and twisted, growing darker as he fled. Was Pentagon City always like this? Somehow something felt off as the buildings towered a bit too tall overhead…
Turning a blind corner, Angel screeched to a haul. A dead-end? What the fuck? As if to make matters worse, that crackling buzz hissed behind him.
“AaAanggeeeellll CaAakessSsss~”
Spinning around to stare back down the way he came, there was a sinister crimson glow that flickered just out of sight as smoky red tendrils snaked around the edges of the wall. Oh, he was so fucked. Ducking behind a dumpster, Angel curled up, hands over his mouth afraid to breathe.
Someone… help.
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That horrid hiss sent a chill up her spine and she realized she could move. Oh. Oh. She was dreamwalking? Perfect.
Because she wanted to give this unliving bastard a piece of her mind. Her Beast all but howled- it was time for another hunt. She stirred the air and conjured a song. Her eyes began their eerie violet glow.
"Flower waiting to be plucked,
Each petal a promise torn.
Torn one by one and cast to the winds, I gave unto them my all.
No more..."
She threw down her arms as she was wreathed in conjured wisps of clouds, and leapt onto a nearby rooftop. She emerged atop in a new covering, donning the cloak of moons both full and new. She reached out and withdrew a flintlock pistol from nothing, bare feet hovering a few inches from the roof tiles. Her new long ears twisted back, and her eyes gleamed a hard blue amid black sclera.
The pistol was cocked, directed toward that glow.
"...Ugh."
It was no bullet that fired from the chamber, but a ray of something that sizzled through the air that followed the anticipated blast of spent gunpowder.
"Do us both a favor and crawl under my foot where you belong."
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A woman?
"Beat it, Sweetheart. I ain't in the market for another entertainer right now. Come back later when Daddy's not busy."
Peering around the edge of the dumpster he was still hidden behind, the spider could see who his pimp was talking to. That... was a face he hadn't seen in a long time. The woman from the coffee shop with the basket of treats. Or... at least he thought it was her. She looked a lot different right now. Ducking back behind, Angel returned to hiding. Fuck, he hated cowering like a little bitch. B-but what could he do?