Angel entered his bedroom, turning on the lights.
Nuggets had been laying on his bed, falling asleep when Angel opened the door. Right when he heard the door open, he looked up and say his spider. Nuggets quickly got up, letting out a short squeal as a welcome.
"Hey Nuggs, we got a visitors," Angel said, walking inside as Nuggets trotted himself towards Angel happily.
"Who's Nuggs?" Molly asked as she walked into Angel's bedroom, looking around the very pink bedroom. "Shut the door- And uh... Nuggs is my baby," Angel said. Molly shut the door as Angel bent down and picked Nuggets up. Molly looked as Nuggets snorted when Angel pressed their snouts together.
"You got a damn pig...?" Molly said sounding unamused and in disbelief. "Yes! Isn't he just the cutest!!" Angel hugged Nuggets, pressed their cheeks together as he faced them to Molly. Molly looked at Nuggets with slight annoyance.
"Come on, Anthony, take me seriously. This is important," Molly declared, walking past Angel and Nuggets.
Angel frowned at that name. Something he hadn't been called since he was human.
Angel set Nuggets down and stood up. He went to his vanity and plopped in his chair as Nuggets waddled over and laid down next to his feet. "You know it's dangerous here. What was so important that you came here alone?" Angel asked. "It's about Valentino and Vox- And I'm not alone. Daddy would never let me leave. Ari is outside- But that's not the point. Daddy sent us here t' get you. He needs to talk to you," Molly said. Angel rolled his eyes at the name of "Ari", but when he heard their dad wanted to see him, he looked back at her, clearly annoyed. "What the hell does he want from me? I ain't did nothin'," Angel said. Molly shook her head, "you have t' go to find out." "Then I ain't gonna know cause I'm sayin' my ass here," Angel stated, crossing both sets of arms over his chest and abdomen. "Anthony, please," Molly said in a softer tone.
Angel shook his head. "No- And it's Angel now," Angel whispered, looking down.
Molly's lips pursued together. She shut her eyes.
"Daddy knew you were gonna say that, which is why he told me the basics of everything," Molly said breathlessly as she let us a date.
Angel stared at Molly, patiently waiting for her to continue.
As Angel waited, Molly, collected herself. She had taken a deep breath and muttered something in Italian. A phrased their mother used to always say, one she taught them both.
"Your boss... Valentino and his fiance. They're planning something, somethin' horrid. Daddy says that you should come to stay with us for a while cause ya might get dragged into it," Molly explained a little, concern clear in her voice. Angel looked at her, a little dumbfounded.
She came all this way just to tell him Valentino was doin' some shit? Of course, he is. He's an overlord. No, THE overlord that controls the porn industry. He has as much power over demons as Lucifer does. Valentino is always doing some shit, but Angel knows if it comes down to it, Angel will be safe. Not unscathed, but still alive. He's Valentino's "delicate flower", his baby, his best goods, his favorite. Valentino wouldn't let Angel die on him.
"What?" Molly looked at Angel, more concerned and worry showing on her face as Angel just stared at her in disbelief. Angel shut his eyes, looking down as he shook his head. "Molls, come on. It's Val we're talking about. He won't let me die," Angel said. "But he'd let you get hurt! Remember fuckin' when ya came in 2 minutes late?! And that was when Arackniss was with ya!" Molly said, disbelieved and angered Angel didn't seem to care.
Angel's bottom lip quivered at the memory. He bit his cheek, frowning.
"That was 2 years ago! Ya need t' stop worryin' so much! I can handle myself y'know," Angel said firmly, looking away. Molly glared at Angel, then her facial expression grew soft. She buried her face in her hands, frowning. "Anthony...." she whispered.

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Red String of Death | Radiodust
FanfictionI'm sure you've heard of the common legend; The Red Thread of Marriage. The mythical East Asian folk tale that two people are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch, bend, or tangle, but never bre...