Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 12 ♥

"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 as we-" Alastor started, but Angel raised a hand to Alastor, holding up his index fingers an inch or two away from Alastor's lips. Angel glared at Alastor.

"Ya think you can try to beat the shit outta me, then come to my room and act as nothin' happened?" Angel scowled, eyeing Alastor. "There isn't time to be angry with me. I've already decided to drop the emotions I had for the situation of you pressing your mouth against mine as I was unconscious," Alastor remarked. "Maybe cause ya almost beat the fuck outta me! And just say fuckin' kissin'. Prude," Angel hissed. "I believe that is something you've brought upon yourself, but if you're going to be done with your unnecessary anger, we must discuss something of importance," Alastor insisted. Angel set his forehead against the back of his hand, which was still in his door. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head lightly. 

"Alright, come in," Angel said, moving to open the door more for Alastor to enter. "Actually, I believe my room would be better. Fewer chances of someone listening in the conversation," Alastor said. Angel slightly threw his hands up then dropped them, rolling his eyes. "Fine," he mumbled. 

Angel walked up to his bed and gently picked him Fat Nuggets, who was waiting to be cuddled to sleep. 

Angel held Nuggs in his lower set of arms, walking back to his door, leaving his phone on his bed. "Let's go," he said as he left his room, shutting the door behind him. 

They had walked in complete silence to the front lobby, then up the stairs. 

Angel's room was the only one that wasn't upstairs, since all the patron's rooms were meant to be downstairs. 

When they made it upstairs and got to Alastor's door, Angel expected, when Alastor opened it, to be the forest and the beautiful scenery that welcomed him when he was weak. But instead, it was an actual bedroom. It was quite dark and sort of dull. 

One master bed, one wardrobe, and a bedstand. But, the one thing that stood out was the glass double doors that led to a balcony and showed the beautiful scenery in hell. 

Alastor stepped inside first and turned on his small, dim lamp before Angel's walked in. Alastor shut the door behind Angel once he was fully in. 

Alastor silently walked towards his balcony before a rocking chair appeared. Alastor took a seat in the chair, facing the beautiful outside scenery. 

"What are ya, a grandpa? Who the fuck has a rockin' chair," Angel commented. "Don't test me," Alastor said as Angel scoffed. "Why'd you drag me here? What was so important that ya had to drag me all the way in your bedroom?" Angel snarled. 

Alastor gently pushed his feet from the ground, rocking himself slowly and calmly. 

"Are you not aware of what you've done?" Alastor asked as he summoned a book in his hands. "Obviously fuckin' not dipshit," Angel said. He was being salty, but he had the right to be. He saved Alastor's sorry ass and got a little carried away. So what? It's hell. 

"Are you aware of what the Red String of D- ... Fate is?" Alastor said, stumbling a little on his wording. Angel's blinked a few times. He began to gently pet Nuggets head as his pig began to fall asleep. Angel sat on Alastor's bed, facing towards the door. 

"The anime cherry blossom shit?" Angel said. Alastor was a little caught off guard by the response, but he supposed every demon has its own way of remembering or knowing information. "Yes, the Eastern Asian folktale," Alastor said before he sighed. "It's... somewhat- true. Two people will be connected by an invisible string by the pinkie finger. Though, the pinkie finger is merely a reference to your soul. The string binds two, and rarely, more, people and those people are to be together until one of them dies and the string detaches itself to the soul and finds the other side a new partner," Alastor informed. Angel took in all the information carefully. "... And... we're in it?" Angel asked quietly. "Unfortunately yes," Alastor answered calmly. "If we really are, what the hell are we supposed to do? It can't break," Angel asked, his voice somewhat soft. "Yes, yes you're right. But if too much 'pressure' is added to the string, it will detach itself after finding one partner unworthy and go on to find another," Alastor said. He spoke slowly, choosing easy words for Angel. "Pressure?" Angel repeated. Alastor's eyes furrowed together as he let out a slightly growled sigh. "Negative energy," Alastor cleared out. Angel hugged Nuggs a little closer. "Yeah, okay, I got it," Angel said. 

Alastor merely rolled his eyes. "This is not a game, Angel. It will not only ruin my reputation but yours as well. If we want to survive in here, we have to disconnect ourselves," Alastor said firmly. Angel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I said I fuckin' got it," he growled, then sighed. "Since we're demons it'll be easier. We naturally have a negative aura. I'm guessing the string works through our souls and magic, so we just gotta send each other certain 'vibes' or whateva until it's had enough. The only problem is, it requires a lot of magic, which I don't have," Angel said, thinking a little aloud. 

Alastor stopped rocking himself and looked up from his book when Angel spoke. He thought he'd have to completely run everything down and explain every detail to Angel for him to understand. 

"Yes, you're surprisingly accurate," Alastor said. Angel hugged Nuggs close, a frown forming. 

"Is that all?" Angel said. "If you understand and will help get us out, yes," Alastor said. "Would if I don't help you get out? What are you gonna do, kill me?" Angel asked. Alastor's smile grew a little smaller. 

Alastor needed Angel in this... but if Angel didn't comply...

"Yes, yes I'm afraid I'll have to end your afterlife," Alastor confirmed. "Do you have any other questions?" Alastor asked. "No, I got shit t' do," Angel hissed, sounding salty again. 

Angel went to the door and opened the door, about to walk out, but before he did so, he spoke. 

"I..." Angel started, but he shut his mouth and shook his head. He left the room, shutting the door behind him before another word was said. 

Angel didn't really understand this red string... but he had bad feelings about doing this... Or maybe it was the string making him feel this way? Yeah, definitely. Alastor; a prude, was not Angel's type and he never would be. 

Angle huffed out a sigh as he walked off, heading to the stairs to go to his bedroom.