Alastor was in the front lobby. He was leaned against the bar, on his back. His elbows were resting on the bar.
Husk was on the inside of the bar, talking to Alastor.
"And... you're stuck paying for his shit now....?" Husk asked.
Alastor had just explained his situation with Angel to Husk, who was repeating it, making sure he understood.
"Yes, indeed. He should be coming down to collect the money to leave," Alastor stated. Husk was honestly lost for words. It was completely out of Alastor's character to help someone, let alone a demon of Lust; the ones Alastor hates the most. "What the hell, Alastor..." Husk grumbled.
Alastor softly chuckled. "I'm aware, this is- unusual for me," he said. "It's more than damn unusual. What the hell are you, ill?" Husk said as Alastor chuckled. "You're not catching feelings for it, are you?" Husk asked. Alastor's stopped and shot a glare at Husk, his smile growing smaller. "Of course not. You know me. My black heart has no room for useless sentiments," Alastor said with pride. Husk sighed. "Good," he whispered then Alastor chuckled.
"Hey, Al! Come on, we're running late!"
Angel quickly walked up.
Angel was wearing a skirt suit. The skirt and blazer were both hot pink. The skirt, which was short, was a wrap. It didn't flow. The blouse he had was all black and high neck. It went to his fingertips but was form-fitting around his arm and hand. The blazer stopped at his wrists and had to hearts on the bottom of both sides. He had on simple black platforms, which boosted his height by a few.
Angel's hair was done and his makeup too. The makeup was very light. He just had a slight blush, eyeliner, and a light touch of eyeshadow.
Alastor raised an eyebrow. Angel rolled his eyes. "Come on, we're running late?" Angel repeated. "We?" Alastor said. Angel's eyebrows raised then he laughed a little. "Shit- I forgot, you're my plus one to the thing you bought," Angel said. "And why in god's name would I go?" Alastor said, sounding unamused. "Oh, come on. Why would I spend your money on two tickets and not take the buyer? That sounds dumb as shit," Angel said. "I am not going. Take your friend," Alastor stated. Angel rolled his eyes again. "Oh for fucks sake, you're gonna love it. Let's go, the limo's outside," Angel said. He grabbed Alastor's hand, about to pull him away, but Alastor took his hand away.
Alastor glared at Angel. He quickly eyed Husk then looked at the spider.
"It's either you go without a problem or I'll tell the princess what you did~" Angel sang. Alastor glared at Angel. He let out a sigh.
Alastor looked at Husk again. Husk just shook his head more, but Alastor just looked away again.
"I suppose..." Alastor said. "Good! Come on!!" Angel said. He grabbed Alastor's wrist and hand with his top hands and pulled Alastor off. "You're gonna love it! I've been tryna go to this shit for-fucking-ever!" Angel said.
Husk looked at Alastor with disbelief as he was dragged away.
"You notice it too?"
Husk looked at Niffty, who was now standing on one of the stools. She was looking at Alastor too. "Alastor's... acting unusual with Angel," Niffty said. "Yeah..." Husk mumbled. "I already mentioned it to Alastor, I think he thinks it's because it benefits him, but it doesn't," Niffty said. "Yeah... It doesn't... it's like he likes him or some shit," Husk mumbled. The two stared at Alastor as he left the hotel before the two quickly looked at each other.
"It can't be..." Niffty whispered. Husk shook his head but stopped. He thought for a few seconds before he sighed. "I think- I think it's that too," Husk grumbled. Niffty frowned and clutched her fists. "We need to tell him," Husk told. "No... No, wait- We should tell Rosie. To make sure," Niffty said.

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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...