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Deathly silence hovered over the four red walls of the poorly illuminated room that held two members of Hazbin Hotel against their will. While they were killing time the best that they could, Alastor wondered why in hell he had been made responsible too.
The way he saw It, It was the most innocent thing to laugh at the absurd catastrophe that had provoked the last prank of the porn star. This last one had left a room full of balloons and, as far as he had been able to catch, Charlie had gotten excited at the view and had naively lunged at them. As soon as she had touched them, the balloons exploded and left her covered in putrid guck, making the usually sweet Princess of Hell go berserk in front of the disaster and set back from her first guest in the path to redemption.
Tsk, redemption. And that's how It was going for Angel, someone who had a lot to gain from heaven, though of course, the pornstar couldn't stop his sultry mouth from running and fencing around all Pentagram City. Alastor was sure that one of the few reasons the spider hadn't even tried to be good was to satisfy his lustful habits as much as he could. And hell offered plenty of repertory.
Alastor took a deep breath, the words from the ex-exterminator still wandering in his mind and rubbing him the wrong way. "Lets see how you like It when the joke's on you, asshole". What a misfortune.
Alastor looked at his companion. The pink spider, Angel Dust, was leaning on the wall, right on the switch, and he entertained himself with the small pull chain of the lamp on the nightstand, as his preferred form of distraction, the mobile phone, had been confiscated by Vaggie. Alastor was sure that if Angel wasn't afraid of what he might see in the dark, he would be making the main light flicker to get even more on his nerves.
After what seemed torturous hours, Angel Dust stopped.
“I’m bored~!”
The pornstar moaned, making Alastor tighten his smile.
“Hey, don't ignore me! I'm right here, ya’ know?”
Continued the guest. The spider demon threatened to end with his patience.
“Earth to Alastor! What's going on in your mind, uh? I'm sure something very, very dirty”.
A static screech cut through the air.
“Argh, what good do you have to offer to the conversation? This is a waste of time.”
The words of the Radio Demon didn't serve to discourage the spider. On the contrary, they taunted him more.
“That’s already betta’ than standin’ there like a cold corpse…And I think I got something that can make you warm up”.
When Angel Dust curved his spine and puffed up his chest, showing off his fluffy bust, Alastor scowled with contempt. There he was again with his indecent attitude.
“It wouldn’t be bad for you to learn to be alone with your own thoughts. Maybe that way you wouldn’t need to resort to external stimulation constantly and-”
“Wow, now ya’ soundin’ like Charlie… If she was a wrinkled, bitter old fart”.
Angel Dust’s smug grin gave a glimpse of his golden tooth as he relished with his own reply.
Alastor suppressed a growl, he wasn’t going to let someone as worthless as Angel Dust get under his skin, even if it was the best thing he knew how to do. Probably even better than at work, taking into account that he sometimes came back bruised after some of his long days in the studio.
Suddenly, the room’s door opened, setting the pair of dichotomous demons finally free. Charlie and Vaggie were behind it, the second holding a distrustful stare that softened up once she found the pink spider in the room, safe and sound.