Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 5 ♥

The next day, Angel found himself in his room all day with Nuggs. He had gone out yesterday after he made a quick design of his outfit, to get some fabric.

He already knew his measurements, and he had out his sewing kit. 

Angel was sitting on his room's chair, sewing fabric together. He was very quick and really neat. It was the work of someone who's been designing outfits for over 70 years, but someone who was also a spider. It was like making his own web. It was time-consuming, yet he did it so elegantly and with speed to finish it. 

"Angel!"

Angel heard his voice being called as someone knocked on the door.

It was from Charlie. 

"What?! I'm busy!!" Angel said, not stopping his delicate work. "I was checking on you! You've been in your room all day! Have you eaten? I brought you something to eat," Charlie said. Angel stopped in his tracks. 

Now that she brought it up, he was kind of hungry. He had snacks and foods for Fat Nuggets to eat, so he wasn't worried about Fat Nuggets. 

"... Hold on!" Angel called. He quickly finished the section before he stood up. He set everything down on his vanity. 

Angel looked down at himself. 
He was wearing a black spaghetti-strapped tank top, some short black jogging shorts, and knee-high black socks. 

Angel deemed himself fine to be seen, so he walked up to his door and opened it. 

Charlie stood outside, holding a plate of food. It had spaghetti, garlic bread, and a fork.

"Vaggie and I made it, I really hope you like it," Charlie said, smiling brightly at the spider. Angel hesitantly took the plate. Angel didn't want to hurt her feelings, so he just sighed with a small smile. "Thanks, toots," Angel said, making Charlie smile brighter. "Of course! I'll be out and about! If you need me, just call me!" Charlie said, waving before she walked away. 

Angel nodded once. He shut his door and went back to his seat. He sat down and looked at the food. 

He didn't waste too much time taking a bite of the food. 

Angel shrugged. 

Good enough. 

Angel hadn't realized how hungry he was until he took no time to eat all the food. The spider set the, now empty plate, on his bed before he continued his work, picking up the fabric and the needle. But before he could even put the needle through the fabric, there was another knock on the door. 

"What?!" Angel answer, continuing his work. "May I come in?" 

Angel's body completely froze in its tracks. 

Damn... I forgot...

Angel let out a deep, annoyed sigh. 

"Yeah," he said, setting everything down on his vanity. 

He turned himself in his chair and faced his door, now looking at Alastor, who opened his room door. 

Alastor looked around Angel's room, which was a complete mess. It had clothes, fabrics, supplies, and more everywhere. On his bed, the floor, desk, the vanity. 

Angel saw Alastor looking around before he looked at his room. 

"Ah, shit- ignore it," Angel said, standing up. He made his way to Alastor and motioned him inside. 

Alastor walked in with Angel's permission. "I see you still have that swine," Alastor said, looking at the pig that was sleeping peacefully in a pile of silk fabric. Closing the door, Angel growled slightly into the sigh he let out. "You don't come in my room and insult my baby. I'll kick your red-ass out," Angel said, then Alastor chuckled. "I'd love to see you try to lay a finger on me, but alas, now is not the time, I need the venom," Alastor spoke. "The hell you need my venom for anyway? You got plenty of other demons you can get off the street," Angel said. 

"I heard that yours is unique. Their venom can only make them weak enough for them to escape, but it's brief. Your venom makes even the most powerful fall ill, strip them of their magic completely, make them bleed, and it works in only a few seconds," Alastor said. Angel didn't say anything at first. He looked away. "Where'd you get that info from?" Angel asked. Alastor chuckled. "Just a few demons that were seeking to get out of the inevitable," Alastor said, his smile all the wider. Angel wasn't going to question it. He never questioned people's fetishes. 

"Whatever- let's get it over with so you can leave. I'm busy," Angel said. "I'm unaware how to extract venom for a spider, so I'm going to hope it works as it does with snakes," Alastor said as he pulled out a container. "Oh, for fuck's sake..." Angel whispered. He snatched the container. He opened his mouth and brought it to his teeth, but when he saw Alastor staring, he glared at him. 

Angel merely turned around so Alastor couldn't see. 

Alastor felt a slight disappointment, but he wasn't going to beg to see how this worked. He could just pick up another spider demon with a venomous bite. Surely, that wouldn't be hard, would it?

Alastor and Angel stood in silence for a few moments. When Angel turned around, he looked a little drained. He handed the container, which was filled with venom, surprisingly. 

"This will do for now. If I require anymore, I'll come back. Au revoir!" Alastor said as he left the room. 

Angel shook his head, chuckling softly. 

Yeah, Alastor was definitely a prude or some shit. 

Later that evening, Alastor found himself in the front lobby, walking up to the bar. Husk was still there, getting ready to leave, but he stopped when he saw Alastor. 

"The hell you want?" Husk grumbled. Alastor chuckled. "Can't I say hello to my dear friend?" he stated, but Husk wasn't having it. "I need you to deliver this to that infamous... club," Alastor said as he took out a box. "... The strip club...?" Husk said, looking at the small box that Alastor set on the counter. "Yes," Alastor answered. Husk shook his head, sighing. He took the box. "What the hell are you up to now?" Husk grumbled. "Something... entertaining," Alastor said, chuckling softly. Husk rolled his eyes. 

He wasn't going to question it.