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Warning: The following chapter contains scenes of abuse and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised.
*Angel Dust finds himself waking up in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair. He tries to break free but to no avail.*
Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust?
Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?
*He holds a knife to Angel’s face.*
Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault!
Angel Dust: Hahahaha! It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.
Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.
Angel Dust: Do your worst… daddy.
*The two then engage in sexual intercourse. As this was all just a porn film Angel was showing the occupants of the Hazbin Hotel on tv. Charlie. Morbius and Sir Pentious are creeped out, Vaggie is annoyed, Nifty is rather interested, and Luffy has fallen asleep.*
Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!
Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest...? Oh!
*Charlie is nauseous by what she sees.*
Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?
Angel Dust: What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.
Morbius: Yeah, I know it me and Luffy’s idea. But this isn’t really what I had in mind! You're lucky Luffy is asleep is otherwise he would ask questions I would not be prepared to answer myself!
Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.
Angel Dust: Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?
Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?
Angel Dust: Fuck you. This is classy art!
*Pentious covers his eyes from the screen while Niffty continues watching the sex scene play out.*
Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.
Morbius: I find that hard to believe.
Husk: Oh really? You’re an intellectual who’s always trying to prove how smarter you are than everyone else.
Morbius: … Shut up.
*Husk points at Pentious.*
Husk: That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.
Charlie: What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no…
*He then points at Vaggie.*
Husk: This one, judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.
*Then at Luffy.*
Husk: He’s a brain dead moron who thinks punching people will solve all his problems. And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.
Angel Dust: You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow! Kitten's got claws~! Meow!
Husk: And you! Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.
Angel Dust: Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And-
*Angel hears his phone ringing.*
Angel Dust: Hold that thought.
*He proceeds to answer the incoming call.*
Angel Dust: Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there.
*He hangs up.*
Angel Dust: Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh- emergency shoot!
Husk: Uh-huh, sure.
Angel Dust: You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me. So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic.
Charlie: Angel, you can't leave yet! We haven't finished our exercises for the day!
Angel Dust: We haven't finished our exercises for the day!
Charlie: We haven't finished our exercises for the day!
Angel Dust: Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.
*After Angel leaves, Charlie sits against the door in dismay.*
Charlie: Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?!
Vaggie: Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.
Charlie: So?
Vaggie: So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?
Charlie: But that's so mean...!
Vaggie: It's not mean, exactly. It's... uh, aggressive kindness.
Charlie: Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss... That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!
Vaggie: Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.
*Luffy wakes up.*
Luffy: Oh, is the movie over?
*At the porn studio, Angel Dust is acting on set for a porno with Valentino overseeing the production.*
Angel Dust: Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh... Uhh… Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?
Valentino: Just improv it. You think anyone watches for the dialogue? Action!
*A gang of demons enter the set.*
Angel Dust: Oh, no. So many burglars... and only one me! Whatever shall I do? I guess I'll have to do all of you!
*One of them grabs Angel and pins him to the bed.*
Angel Dust: Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me…
*Angel sees Charlie enter the studio, making him panic.*
Angel Dust: Charlie?!
Demon: Uh, my name's Rocky.
Angel Dust: No one gives a shit.
Charlie: Oh, so this is where the magic happens!
*As Charlie looks around she nearly bumps into a female Hellhound actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and shuffles back quickly and awkwardly from how close she accidentally was to her.*
Charlie: Oh, wow, that is-
*Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in mud.*
Charlie: That is a lot..!
*Angel quickly approaches Charlie.*
Angel Dust: What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here?!
Charlie: I am the Princess of Hell, Angel, and I go where I please. *whisper* I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?
Angel Dust: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val-
Valentino: Angel! What is the fucking hold up?!
Angel Dust: I'm coming!
Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!
*Angel tries to quietly push Charlie out the door.*
Angel Dust: Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go-
Valentino: Aaaah, Your Majesty!
Angel Dust: *whisper* Oh, shit.
Valentino: Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such a…
*Valentino approaches Charlie and lecherously licks her arm, leaving a trial of saliva.*
Charlie: Ah, uh, no, thank you.
Valentino: Mm! Lovely specimen! You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, your papito.
Charlie: Fuck noooo! Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel.
*Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him.*
Charlie: Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.
*Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried.*
Valentino: Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty, and enjoy the show. Well, let's take this shit from the top!
Travis: Action!
*The cast and crew continue filming the scene.*
Angel Dust: Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours.
Demon: Don't move, you spicy little, uhh, cock sleeve or else I'll...
*The boom mic is in the way, interrupting the shot. As Charlie is taking to the mic holder, distracting him.*
Valentino: Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?!
Charlie: Ooh! I'm sorry... Were we too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel!
*Valentino fakes a smile.*
Valentino: Not at all, Princess!
*He then glares at Angel with disapproval.*
Valentino: It doesn't bother me one bit...!
Charlie: You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- woah!
*Charlie accidently trips over a cable. Which is plugged into a bunch of other cables that begin to sparkle with electricity.*
Charlie: Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay.
*It then catches on fire, which begins to spread around the room.*
Charlie: That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire!
Angel Dust: Oh shit…
*As Charlie tries to put out the fire, Valentino glares at Angel menacingly. He then flaps his wings, extinguishing the fire.*
Angel Dust: Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…
Charlie: Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can–
Valentino: Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that. Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?
*Angel joins Valentino in his dressing room. His is extremely agitated by what just happened.*
Angel Dust: Val, I didn't know that-
*But before he can try to deesculate the situation, Valentino smacks him across the face.*
Angel Dust: Val, I-
*He then grabs Angel by the collar.*
Valentino: You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitch fight your battles for you?
*He then proceeds to push him against a chair.*
Angel Dust: Val, please, I'm sorry... She's-
Valentino: You bring her here to protect you? To FUCK with me?
*Valentino grabs Angel and slams into onto a couch, hurting Angel more and more.*
Angel Dust: Val, stop!
Valentino: You think she can get you out of work?
Angel Dust: No! No, that-- that-- that's not- what I'm trying to do. I-- No-
*Valentino growls as he tosses Angel onto the floor.*
Valentino: You know she can't do anything.
*A chain of red smoke is wrapped around Angel’s neck.*
Valentino: I own you. Or have you forgotten that?
*He proceeds to summon a golden piece of parchment. A binding contract with Angel’s real name signed at the bottom, “Anthony.”*
Angel Dust: No...
Valentino: When I say "cum", you say?
Angel Dust: Yes, Valentino.
Valentino: When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say?
Angel Dust: Yes, Valentino.
Valentino: When I say "You better get that fucking CUNT out of my studio!", you say?
Angel Dust: Uh, I…
Valentino: YOU say?
Angel Dust: Look, V-Val, she just gets involved in everything. I-I'll tell her to leave. Just don't hurt her!
Valentino: I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money! Now, you're going to go get rid of her, and then you are filming all night! Get me?!
Angel Dust: Yes, Val.
Valentino: Good.
*Valentino drags Angel out of the dressing room.*
Valentino: Alright! Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!
*Charlie becomes furious at Valentino’s treatment of Angel, with her eyes glowing red and horns appearing from her head.*
Charlie: What makes you think you can treat him like that?!
Angel Dust: Charlie! Just stop!
Charlie: Angel, what are you talking ab-
Angel Dust: Charlie, leave!
Charlie: But-
Angel Dust: I didn't want you to come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse.
Charlie: I just wanted to help you-
Angel Dust: Well, you ain't! You actually want to help me?! Get the fuck out of here! Right now. and let me finish my work…
Charlie: I... I didn't… mean to!
*Angel gives her a cold and uncaring glare as she begins to cry.*
Charlie: I... I'm... I'm so sorry!
*Charlie leaves the studio in tears.*
Valentino: Hehehehe. Good boy. And... action.
Angel Dust: ♫ I'm not above a love to cash in ♫
♫ Another lover underneath those flashin' lights ♫
♫ Another one of those ruthless nights ♫
*The demon actors prepare to gang bang him.*
♫ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♫
*Angel pole dances in the studio.*
Angel Dust: ♫ I shoulda' guessed that this would happen ♫
♫ I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes ♫
♫ Spewin' all your red-hot lies ♫
♫ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♫
♫ What's the worst part of this hell? ♫
♫ I can only blame myself ♫
*Angel dances with Valentino while being chained to him.*
Angel Dust: ♫ 'Cause I know you're poison ♫
♫ You're feedin' me poison ♫
♫ Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow ♫
♫ Up your poison ♫
♫ I made my choice, and ♫
♫ Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow ♫
♫ Oh-oh, oh-oh! ♫
♫ Any way you want me, baby ♫
♫ That's the way you got me, I'll be yours ♫
♫ My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison ♫
*Angel gets fitted in BDSM gear for a scene.*
Angel Dust: ♫ I got so good at bein' untrue ♫
♫ I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear ♫
*Valentino takes Angel's cigarette and blows the smoke into his face. Angel shakes his head to get rid of the smoke, but all he sees is Valentino walking away before a black blindfold is put over his eyes.*
Angel Dust: ♫ I disassociate, disappear ♫
♫ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♫
*He gets manhandled by his co-stars.*
Angel Dust: ♫ So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp ♫
*Angel performs a pop-MV choreography with BDSM screens being displayed on a latte screen.*
Angel Dust: ♫ Yeah, I know it's poison ♫
♫ You're feedin' me poison ♫
♫ I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow ♫
♫ Up your poison ♫
♫ I made my choice, and ♫
♫ Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow ♫
♫ Oh-oh, oh-oh! ♫
♫ Any way you want me, baby ♫
♫ That's the way you got me, I'll be yours ♫
♫ My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison ♫
*Angel looks out the balcony of his room and catches a glimpse of Valentino and Vox chatting before the latter teleports away.*
Angel Dust: ♫ Poison, I'm drownin' in poison ♫
♫ I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow ♫
♫ Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison ♫
♫ Wish I had something to live for tomorrow. ♫
*Angel collapses on the balcony in despair.*
*Angel returns to the hotel, exhausted and groaning heavily. He plans himself on a stool in the bar where Husk is behind it.*
Angel Dust: Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.
Husk: Hmm, You look like shit.
*Angel regains his composure.*
Angel Dust: Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new.
*After Husk makes Angel a drink, he gulps it down, but leaves a small spill behind.*
Angel Dust: Eugh, I said a strong one.
Husk: Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.
Angel Dust: Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink.
*Husk begins cleaning up the spill.*
Husk: Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time.
Angel Dust: Oh sure, and where should I Iook? Hmm? In your bedroom, maybe?
*Angel starts acting seductive towards Husk, making him uncomfortable.*
Angel Dust: Maybe we can go look together.
Husk: Don't. Even start.
Angel Dust: Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!
*Husk pushes Angel away, spilling a bottle bog alcohol on the floor.*
Husk: Stop! Fucking Christ! You can cut the act already. It's never going to work on me. So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit.
*Angel is now agitated.*
Angel Dust: Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you.
Husk: Fake.
Angel Dust: Fuckin' asshole-
*Angel accidently hits his head on the bar ceiling, landing on the floor.*
Angel Dust: Arrgh! God!
Husk: Ya done?
Angel Dust: Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!
*Angel throws the broken bottle at Husk, but he dodges it.*
Angel Dust: Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you! Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!
*Angel storms out, pushing past Vaggie, Luffy and Morbius.*
Vaggie: Woah-The hell? Angel, where are you going?
Angel Dust: Out!
Luffy: Where?
Angel Dust: Nowhere!
*The door slams shut at he leaves the hotel.*
Vaggie: Husk, what did you do?
Husk: Made him a drink.
Morbius: Seems like you did a little more than that.
Charlie: Oh, no. He looks really upset.
Husk: It's just Angel. He'll be fine.
Charlie: I'm not so sure. I really messed up at the studio today and he got... Ugh, it was... It wasn't good, okay?
Vaggie: Gee, sounds like someoneshould go after him…
*Husk stares blankly at them.*
Vaggie: Someone named "Husk".
Husk: Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried? Send those two after him, they hardly do anything around here.
Vaggie: Because I'm not the one who sent him storming out. You caused it. You drag him back.
Charlie: No! No... Don't force him back. Just make sure he's safe. I pushed too hard earlier and... I only made things worse. Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... Boundaries.
*Later, Husk has followed Angel at a bar in the city, where he sees him doing drugs with a gang of shark demons.*
Angel Dust: I'm so fucked up!
*Husk sits over at the bar counter and lays down some money.*
Husk: Gimme a whiskey...
*The bartender pours him a glass of whiskey, but Husk takes the bottle from him.*
Husk: I meant the whole bottle, jackass.
*Husk begins downing the bottle as Angel continues to indulge himself.*
Angel Dust: Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?
Shark Demon 1: You got that right!
Angel Dust: Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!
*One of the shark demons walks over to the bar counter and has the bartender pour a glass of alcohol. Husk sees him pour something into Angel’s drink. A love potion drug mass produced by Velvette.*
Husk: Son of a…
Shark Demon 2: Here you go, darling. Just for you-
*Before he can give Angel the drink, Husk appears behind him and grabs the demon by his suit, lifting him up.*
Husk: Nice try, fuckhead.
*Husk then throws him into a jukebox, making the demons pull out guns.*
Husk: Let's go.
*Husk grabs Angel's arm and pulls him behind him while he throws a stack of cards at the demons which cuts the barrels off their guns and cuts a net loose from the ceiling, immobilizing them.*
Angel Dust: What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey!
*Husk drags Angel out of the bar.*
Husk: Husk! What the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me.
Husk: No. I'm takin' you back to the hotel.
Angel Dust: Get off!
Husk; That fucker put somethin' in your drink.
Angel Dust: You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!
Husk: You just let people drug you all the time?
Angel Dust: You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.
Husk: Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing. It seems like... I don't know... you might need a bartender to talk to.
Angel Dust: Oh, so now you're going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please.
*Angel starts walking away.*
Husk: Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushin' my boundaries! Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot, so you might as well just... cut the act.
*Angel turns back around, dropping his persona as a porn star, now a broken individual who has trouble coping with his issues.*
Angel Dust: It's not an act! It's who I need to be. And this... This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore… ...and maybe he'll let me go…
*As Angel sits down on the sidewalk, Husk begins to understand Angel’s pain and suffering, feeling a great deal of sympathy and pity for him. He sits down next to Angel and decides to open up.*
Husk: I was an Overlord once, you know. Yeah, and uh... It was nice to have that power. But when you're dealing in souls while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to... keep you afloat. Even making deals yourself.
*Husk reminisces about the days of when he was a powerful Overlord of Hell, who slowly lost his power from losing gambling bets. Which made him gamble against Alastor, who now owns his soul in an attempt to win it back. But in the end, ended up empty handed.*
Husk: So I know what it's like to... Regret the choices made... And knowin' ya can't take it back. ♫ So things look bad, and your back's against the wall ♫
♫ Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless ♫
♫ You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall ♫
♫ Can't face the world sober and dopeless ♫
♫ You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked ♫
♫ Well, let me just say you're correct ♫
Angel Dust: Wait, what?
Husk: ♫ You're a loser, baby ♫
♫ A loser, goddamn baby ♫
♫ You're a fucked up little whiny bitch ♫
Angel Dust: Hey!
Husk: ♫ You're a loser, just like me ♫
Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole.
Husk: ♫ You're a screw's-loose-boozer ♫
♫ An only one-star reviews-er ♫
♫ You're a power-bottom at rock bottom ♫
♫ But you got company ♫
Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?
Husk: ♫ There was a time I thought no one could relate ♫
♫ To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged ♫
♫ But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! ♫
♫ We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich ♫
Angel Dust: ♫ I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak ♫
Husk: ♫ Haha! And you think that makes you unique? ♫
Get outta here, man!
♫ We're both losers, baby ♫
♫ We're losers, it's okay to be a- ♫
Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?
Husk: ♫ Baby, that's fine by me ♫
Angel Dust: ♫ I'm a loser, honey, ♫
♫ A schmoozer and a dummy! ♫
♫ But at least I know I'm not alone ♫
Husk: ♫ You're a loser ♫
Both: ♫ Just like me! ♫
Husk: ♫ I got an appetite for gamblin' ♫
Angel Dust: ♫ I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find! ♫
Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!
Angel Dust: ♫ I got no holes left to deflower ♫
Husk: ♫ I sold my soul to save my power ♫
♫ Now I'm on that demon’s leash ♫
Both: ♫ I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour ♫
Angel Dust: ♫ You're a loser, baby ♫
Husk: ♫ A loser, but just maybe if we ♫
Both: ♫ Eat shit together, things will end up differently! ♫
Husk: ♫ It's time to lose your self-loathin' ♫
♫ Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby ♫
♫ Play your card, be who you are ♫
Both: ♫ A loser, just like-
*The gang of shark demons exit the bar.*
Shark Demon 1: There he is! They're fucking singing?! Get 'em!
*They begin shooting at them, making Husk and Angel take cover behind a parked car.*
Husk: Oh shit! Stay down. I'll deal with this.
*Husk kills each goon with relative ease using his cards, but had trouble with one goon jumping on his back, until Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.
Angel Dust: Eat lead, sucka!! I told ya. I can handle myself baby.
Shark Demon 3: This did not go as planned…
*The two manage to kill all of the shark demons.*
Husk: Well, that was something I didn't expect to see.
Angel Dust: Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.
Husk: Good to know, cause this guy ain't that bad.
*Angel and Husk return to the hotel, laughing together.*
Angel Dust: He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!
Husk: Hehe, and this is the guy you gotta take orders from?
Angel Dust: I know! What a fucking joke, right?
Morbius: Huh, you guys made up real quick. Hopefully not with a make out session.
*Charlie rushes over to Angel and hugs in relief.*
Charlie: I'm so sorry, Angel! I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever-
Angel Dust: Charlie, it's fine. I get it. Thanks... for caring about me.
*Charlie begins crying tears of joy, making Angel pick her up and hands her to Vaggie.*
Angel Dust: Ehh, I think this is yours.
Vaggie: Okay missy, let's get you to bed.
Charlie: He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! It's so beautiful, Vaggie…
Luffy: Hehehehe. What a crybaby.
Husk: Hey, how about that drink?
Angel Dust: You read my mind.