Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 11 ♥

Angel was sitting at the hotel's bar, on a chair. 

Charlie was standing next to him, patching up his cheek up gently. 

Angel was glaring at Alastor, who was across the lobby. Alastor was peacefully sitting there as he drank some tea. 

"What happened? Why did Alastor attack you? Did something happen on your date?" Charlie asked worriedly. Angel was still seething with rage. "It wasn't a fuckin' date," Angel hissed. 

After Alastor had found out what Angel did, of course, he was furious. The one time he was vulnerable, a lowly whore dared to touch him, then play stupid to get close to him. He had to pay the price. 

Now, Angel was sitting at the bar with a swollen right cheek and a bruised body. Around him was Niffty, who was holding medical supplies, Charlie, who was tending to him, and Vaggie, who was watching Alastor. 

Alastor was still sitting down, calmly drinking tea with Rosie, who was sitting with him. Husk was sitting nearby.

"What happened?" Charlie sounded even more worried than before. No one answered, so Charlie frowned. "Angel?-" Charlie was cut off before she could begin to ask Angel what happened. "I'm too sober for this fuckery," Angel said as he stood up. "Hold on, your body is still too damaged...!" Charlie said frantically. "I ain't a fuckin' wuss, I'm fine," Angel snapped before he tried to leave, but Charlie stopped him. "I need to finish patching you up...! I'm almost done," Charlie said. Angel rolled his eyes. He snatched the bandages from the box Niffty was holding. He held his hand out, where Charlie could see them before he walked off. 

"Ho bisogno di un dannato drink," Angel mumbled.
[I need a goddamn drink]

Once Charlie left, she stormed over to Alastor, anger starting to rise. 

"What happened?! You're not supposed to hurt the patrons!" Charlie fumed. Alastor was just in the middle of drinking some of his tea, but when Charlie stormed over with rage, he took the teacup away from his lips. His smile was wide as he spoke. "I merely put him back in his place. Dear Charlie, you should be grateful," Alastor said. "What did he do?!" Charlie seethed. She let out a long sigh. "What did he do?" She asked more calmly. 

Rosie softly chuckled and glanced at Alastor. 

"I suppose it's time for Rosie to get going. I'll walk you," Alastor said then the tea sets disappeared into thin air. "Oh! Wonderful!" Rosie said as Alastor stood up. 

Alastor offered Rosie a hand to stand and she took it as she stood up. 

"Alastor, come on, just say it," Charlie said as Alastor offered Rosie his arm, the demoness wrapping her arms around Alastor's. "I'll be back late tonight! After I run a few errands. Do take care, Ms. Charolette!" Alastor said as he left with Rosie, ignoring Charlie. 

Charlie looked at Husk, who was slouched on a chair, man-spreading with his head laid back. He looked like he was sleeping. 

"Don't look at me, princess," Husk mumbled. Charlie frowned and looked at Niffty, who was standing with Vaggie. "Don't worry about it, hun. You know Angel and Alastor cause trouble. They probably got on each other's nerves on their outing," Vaggie said. That would be the only explanation.

Angel and Alastor were complete opposites. One works in the field the other despises, one a high ranked demon while the other is a lowly whore scraping the littlest amounts of money from their pimp. Not to mention the mischievous spider that tries to cause chaos and trouble wherever he goes. Just for the hell of it. "It was most likely Angel push Alastor's buttons and Alastor got fed up," Vaggie said. "Yeah, that makes sense," Charlie said before she continued, "Should I check on Angel?" Charlie asked. "No, he'll be fine. He ran off when you were helping him anyway. He'll just yell at you if you bother him now," Vaggie said. 

Angel entered his room and slammed the door shut with his foot. 

"Figlio di puttana," Angel whispered to himself. 
[Son of a bitch]

He hadn't noticed when he slammed his door shut, he disturbed the sleeping pig. 

Fat Nuggets jolted up and looked at his owner. "Sorry Nuggs," Angel said as he walked up to Fat Nuggets and picked him up. He tossed the medical kit on his vanity.

He sat on his bed, hugging Nuggs who snuggling into his owner. 

Angel let out a reluctant sigh before he pursed his lips together. He bit the inside of his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed together as he glared at nothing in particular. 

Angel wasn't the brightest person and he never paid attention to things around him, since he was always focused on his job, so when he heard the "Red String of Fate" rolled off of Rosie's tongue, he didn't know how to respond. He didn't know anything that happened. He only understood he went on a flight or fight mode when Alastor's rage got the best of him and his tentacle started coming out of the ground like a Kraken taking down a ship. 

Angel moved further onto the bed by pushing himself up on his feet. He turned to his side and faced the wall, laying on his side. Nuggs was still in his arms, but he was now laying on his side, facing Angel. Nuggets scuffled before he moved to his feet. He got closer to Angel's face before he pressed his snout against Angel's. Angel giggled. "Yeah, I'm fine, Nuggs," Angel reassured Nuggets. Nuggets let out a soft mellow sound, that sounded a little like a laugh. Angel smiled brightly, snickering a little as Nuggets licked Angel's cheek, making a mess of his fur. 

"I love ya too, Nuggs," Angel said softly, getting small, happy oink from Nuggets. 

When it had gotten late, Alastor walked through the doors of the hotel. His smile wasn't as bright and as full as his usual. He shut the door quietly behind him as he walked a bit slow towards the stairs. 

As he did so, he couldn't get it out of his mind. 

Angel put them both into a revolting curse and Alastor was now stuck with trying to get them out. Of course, Alastor knew what to do, but the times he was put into this curse was not of someone else doing any actions, the curse would do it all itself. 

The curse was called the Red String of Fate. It was an East Asian belief originating from Chinese mythology. It would wrap itself on two "destined" souls, or physically; the pinkie finger and the two would be destined lovers. 

Something that Alastor hated. He never saw himself in a relationship since he was human. 

Alastor let out a soft, annoyed sigh as he made it to the steps. He was about to walk up the first step, but it was all raining down on him. 

In order to get out the unbreakable string, he needed Angel in this as well. 

Alastor put his foot back on the ground before he decided to head over to the spider's room. 

When he arrived, he truly didn't want to be there but Alastor pushed that aside. If Alastor truly wanted to survive in hell as a powerful being, he needed to rid of such an unavailing attachment to other beings, let alone one so lowly. 

Alastor brought up a hand to knock. He let took a deep breath before he knocked firmly against the door. 

Alastor's ear picked up on soft grunts, oinks, and shuffling before the door opened. 

"Charlie, I told ya, I'm..." Angel trailed off when he saw the red demon in front of him. "Angel, there is something important we must discuss...."