Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 6 ♥

Angel was at a studio. He was in a practice room. 

Angel was wearing a high neck sleeveless black leotard. He had on his black kinky boots. Angel was standing next to one. 

In the room with him were three other demons. All-female and all of them were pretty small. All three of them had the "idle" body type. Or rather, what Valentino's "idle" body type. 

They were new the hell and signed themselves away to Valentino blindly. Now they were in stripping outfits in a studio with Hell's favorite porn actor, being taught how to pole dance. 

"And you're gonna have sore legs and arms, and stomach. And you're gonna get pole burns. You'll get used to it and we have cream for when we're done for the day," Angel said. This was his sixth time teaching people today. 

Angel usually didn't teach people, unless Valentino was too busy himself. Since Angel was the best at pole dancing, Valentino entrusted him with the newbies. 

"Do you have any questions?" Angel asked after he explained everything to expect as a pole dancer. "Um... how do you get to the top?" one asked. Angel smirked. He honestly didn't mind people trying to get to the top. He just enjoyed tearing down their dreams of being the best. "Being whatever the customer wants. You're just pole dancers, if you want to be on billboards and shit, you better start doing other crap, not just dancin'," Angel said. "How long did it take you to get to the top?" someone else asked. Angel chuckled a little. Shutting his eyes, he thought about when he first came down the hell. He was in the same position they were in now, being taught the rules, what to expect. But he was taught by Valentino himself. 

Nowadays, people expected Angel to be a prodigy from the start, but in all honesty, he was the absolute worst out of all of them. Only people who had been following Angel really saw his glow up. 

"About 12 years," Angel said. "But enough of that shit, come on, we gotta get started," he said. 

After Angel was finished getting them started, it was night. He had to get to his club to help the newbies out there. 

Angel put on a short sleeve pig jacket that was pretty baggy. It had a hoodie and a pigtail on the back. 

Angel packed up his fluffy black duffle bag and closed it. He shut out all the lights and left, locking the doors with the key he had. Angel put his bag on his shoulders as he walked down the streets of Hell. 

Angel had gotten used to the catcalling, so when demons yelled sexual remarks at him, he was unphased. 

When he got to the club, there was a line in the front, but that didn't affect him. There was an employee door on the side of the building, which was guarded by two demons. 

Angel was let inside. 

The door led backstage, where many employee rooms were. 

Only the top three actors, like Angel, got their own rooms. Other rooms were for the other employees who were as big. 

Angel went to his own room, where he took his stuff off and quickly changed. 

Angel was still wearing the high neck leotard and his boots, but he didn't bother changing. He just took off the jacket and tossed it. 

After making sure his makeup looked perfect on his vanity, he opened his door to leave. 

Outside were a few more demons. They were smaller than him and all dressed in revealing clothing. More revealing than what he was wearing. They were all wearing platformed heels too. 

"You're more beautiful in person," one of them said, then Angel smiled and chuckled. "Come on, we have a long night," Angel said, walking past them and shutting his door.