Angel Dust POV
Four Weeks Ago
I was inside my own private room, standing in front of the mirror, looking at my own reflection and thinking about things. Mostly my life down here in Hell as a famous porn star. I thought about all the dick and doe I've been getting and making, but those thoughts quickly led to my pimp boss, Valentino. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up as it was hard to breathe.
This happened every time I was in or outside of the porn studio, looking and reflecting on myself.
Everything he's done to me and everything I've done just to make out here. It was the same thing most of the time; meet up with a client, suck him off (and sometimes lick her clean) and take the money, and leave. I'd always give it to him, where he would count it and only give me a small amount just to get by.
I can't say that it stopped bothering me, but I can't say that I haven't gotten used to it either.
Today I had to do be a dancer for Val's club, so I left the room with the only piece of clothing being my panties and kinky boots (since I don't like people looking at my feet and hate seeing them myself). As I walked outside, I heard chattering. I recognized one of them. It was Val, but the other one I had never heard before.
"It's good to have you here, Mr? I'm sorry, but I don't think I've gotten your last name, only the first," Val said, no doubt smiling in excitement.
He was talking to the other guy about a business plan or a position he had in mind. I know the voice he uses, smart, excitement, and most importantly, manipulative.
"That's because it's just Andy," the guy said, sounding as if he was talking through a microphone.
I got confused at that logic, not because he doesn't have a last name, but because the ones that don't either have something to hide or are the worst players to play with in this so called game, but that's only because they new the game inside and out.
"Just Andy? No last name? Surely you must have a nickname. Almost every soul as yourself has one."
"Well, the funny thing is, Val, I can call you Val, right?"
"Of course," Val replied in the same manipulative voice.
I could see the big grin on his face as he stared at Andy through the glasses on his eyes.
"Well what's funny Val, is the fact that I never had a last name or a nickname until now, and it's only my first week in Hell," he said his voice sounding happier than Val's.
"And what is it, if you don't mind me asking?"
"The Stage Demon."
I rolled my eyes at that ridiculous name, but Val seemed to like it a lot more than I did.
"Oh, not bad. Does it have anything to do with the 'stage performance' I saw on the news the other day?"
"Why, yes, it does, actually. I may not be feared by every demon or sinner at this God forsaken place, but I did make an impression."
I'll admit that I got chills down at what he said and how excited he was just by saying that. It reminded me of how excited Val's boyfriend Vox would get when he got the chance to "treat" me accordingly.
"That reminds me of a certain demon that a 'acquaintance' of mine has a 'passionate disliking' for."
"Does he know? Well, I'm pretty sure that 'certain demon' hates him too. That is one of the many things Hell has in common with Earth, especially with people from different time periods."
"And you love it . . . don't you?" Val asked in lust and excitement.
"Yes . . . I do," he replied," but this time, it sounded as if the microphone he was talking through was busted.
I heard Val laugh evilly at him like he does me. I got chills as my body started shaking. I had to walk slowly and steadily to keep myself from falling.
I managed to get a hold of myself as Val continued the conversation.
"Tell me, Stage Demon; how do you like the place? How do you like these dirty little whores shaking their money makers around like the filthy sluts they are?" he asked in a dominate tone.
"The place is nice, as for the whores, well that's what they do at this kind of place besides fucking or getting fucked for money. In other words, they're hot, but they don't excite me as they do others."
"What about Angel Dust?"
I jumped in fear at the mention of my name. I felt tears try to escape my eyes as the thoughts went through my head. Each one was just more horrifying than the last.
"I heard of him, he's . . . 'very popular' to say the least."
"Trust me, he's more than popular. He's my number one prostitute and porn atcor. He's a star."
Every word that came out of Val's mouth sent chills and shivers down my spine as I tried not to cry. I had two of my four arms on my head while the other two were covering my face as I was down on my knees.
I started to grunt and moan in despair. I felt stuck, trapped in a never ending loop of sex and abuse, and I hate it, but there is no escape. I got nobody to blame but myself for the sins I committed in my life. Being part of the mob your whole life, leaves some "bad influences" on you if you catch my drift.
"Everyone wants a piece of him, there's not a single soul in the Pride Ring, fuck it, any demon in Hell who doesn't want a piece of that angel's body, even the straights and lesbians."
That was true. Everyone wants a piece of me. Sure the money's good, but ahh, I wish I could refuse some of them. Mainly the women.
"Where is he now?"
"Backstage getting ready to put on a show for us."
That was my cue. I took a deep breath before getting on stage. The curtains were still closed but music started meaning they'll open soon. I placed two hands on the pole behind me and two on my hips. The curtains opened as the music got louder. I could feel Val's eyes on me as his two sluts were laying on top of him with Andy in the seat next to him.
Val grinned at me, his sharp teeth exposed and his eyes staring at me as if I was a piece of meat.
I looked up at him in fear, but I didn't show it, but I knew that he knew that I was scared of him. He had me right where he wanted me, and he wasn't going to let me go.
Seconds passed before I started dancing, shaking my hips and doing sexy poses.
I kept my attention on Val, but every now and then it would shift to the demon sitting next to him.
He kept his eyes on me, except it was more like he was reading me, studying me and my every move, instead of watching and fantasizing about fucking or getting fucked by me, I think he had other ideas.
"You like him, don't you, Andy?" Val asked in the same manipulative tone.
"I'll admit, he's hot-"
"Buuuut?
"He doesn't really excit me."
I was a little surprised by that. Everyone wants a piece of me and I even have creepy fan letters to prove it.
"Fucking weirdos," I whispered.
"Well, we can change that."
I felt my body tense up, knowing where this was going.
"Come here, Angel Cakes," Val said seductively and commandingly.
I did as I was told. I had to kick some pervs away as they tried to touch me. I looked at the yellow eyed demon. His smile was still visible on his burnt face.
"There's my Angel Cakes," Val continued to speak seductively as he grinned at me.
"What is it that you want from me, Val?" I asked trying to hide how scared I really was from him and burnt face. "A lap dance, I assume?"
"Tempting, but not for me, but for him," he said looking at burnt face.
"Do I really have to, Val, I mean something about him feels . . . off."
"Angel, come here," Val replied while tilting his head.
I sighed before walking towards him.
"Closer."
I rolled my eyes before getting closer.
"Closer."
This time I got so close that our foreheads almost touched. Suddenly I felt Val's hands grab all four of my arms and pulled me closer to where our foreheads touched.
"Now, I am trying to make a deal with this guy. So when I tell you to give him a lap dance, then you give him a goddamn lap dance, or else you, me, and Vox shall have. . . words if you catch my drift," he said threateningly as he tightened his grip on my arms.
"B-but why me, Val?"
"Because, Angel Cakes, you are my number one."
I nodded as I looked away from Val's face. I could feel tears trying to escape my eyes but I didn't want him to see.
He eventually let go of my arms and I just . . . walked towards the yellow eyed demon and started giving him his lap dance. He was silent the entire time but he was staring at me with a grin on his face. I just stared at his eyes and tried to think of anything but the dance but I couldn't. It was all I could think about.
"Well, isn't he sexy? Don't you just want to pin him down and fuck him? Make him your bitch?"
It took everything I had not to screw up the lap dance or say anything that would piss Val off, but the guy still wasn't interested.
"I think I'm going to need some time alone with him, see what he's like in bed."
My body started to tense up. I could feel Val's eyes on me as his smile grew.
"Well by all means, have fun. Angel Cakes, would you ever be so kind as to show this demon a good time?"
I nodded, not looking at him, but he didn't seem to care right now.
"Good, take him to your room, but don't let anyone find out that you are doing this one for free, it's a one time thing got it?" Val said threateningly.
I nodded in response, looking at him this time. Val grinned as the demon in front of me stood up with me in his arms.
"Where's your room?" he asked seductively.
"In the back, last door on the left," I replied, anxiously.
He grinned at me before telling me to hold on tight. I was hesitant at first but quickly gave in, due to Val glaring at me. All of a sudden my vision went dark for a second before it came back but a bit fuzzy. I blinked a few times before it went back to normal. I was in my private room.
I looked up at him, only to see him smiling while sitting down on the bed with his legs crossed and a smile on his face.
"Okay, so are you a top or bottom?" I asked uninterested.
"I like to be dominant, but also I love to be dominated, so in other words, I'm a switch," he replied, his grin widening.
"Okay then I guess we'll play it by ear," I said before walking towards him.
I got down on my knees and reached for his belt, but he stopped me by lightly grabbing my wrist. I looked up at him in fear while he just smiled at me.
"But I didn't say that we would have sex, now did I?" he asked, tilting his head sideways.
"But you said that you needed to see what I'm like in bed," I said, confused.
"Ah yes, but such words were said to Val, not you . . . Anthony."
My eyes widened as I felt like someone punched me in the gut, taking my breath away. I yanked my arm away from him and immediately backed up in fear and confusion.
"H-how d-d-do you know my n-n-name?"
"Oh, I know lots of things," he replied as he tilted his head again except this time his eyes were as black as ink. "Lots of things."
I started to panic as his voice sounded busted. I looked closely at him and noticed that his throat had a visible microphone in it and the right side of his face was burnt giving it a red like color.
"What the fuck happened to you?" I asked outloud.
"A little shit burned my face."
"Oh, umm, sorry to hear that," I answered as if I was talking to Val.
"It's fine, he's down here too."
I backed up some more as he clawed the table next to the mirror that had my drugs and makeup on it. I didn't say or do anything, besides standing there breathing heavily as he stared at me with those yellow stage light like eyes.
"Do I scare you, Anthony?" he asked, his voice cracking up in excitement.
"What!? No, of course not. Why would you?" I lied, he just grinned.
"There's no need to lie or to be scared of me. I'm not going to hurt you, Anthony."
"Stop calling me that!" I yelled angrily. "That's a name of another life. My past life. It's Angel Dust now."
"Is it because you want it be, or is it because Val says it should be?" he asked as if he backed me up in a corner.
Unfortunately he did get me into the corner, as I didn't answer him. I just crossed my arms and looked down not making eye contact.
I jumped as I felt a pair of gloved hands touch my shoulders. I looked up at the demon, confused and frightened.
"Life's a bitch, but sometimes it can be a real treasure, even down here," he said as he placed his fingers under my chin and lightly lifted my head up.
We stood there in awkward silence. This time his smile was . . . comforting. I didn't know what to say, or if I should have done something. It was a weird moment, with the two of us so close towards each other's faces and staring into each other's eyes.
"Is there anywhere you would like to be right now, Anthony? Somewhere that isn't here?" he asked gently, breaking the silence.
I thought about it for a second or two before answering the question.
"Yes, actually, I do.
"Well then let's gets you dressed," he said before snapping his fingers.
I looked down at my chest and saw my pink and white shirt, with two pink gloves, a black bow tie with a pink dot in the middle and my black kinky boots (though they were on already).
"How did you-"
"I'm full of surprises," he replied quicker than any of my clients.
"Okay, but how do you know my fashion choices if you have never seen me before?"
"I told you I know lots of things."
"Yeah, that's what scares me. And now that I'm thinking clearly, how are we supposed to leave? If Val sees me fully clothed and realizes that we haven't done anything, he'll have both our asses," I said, crossing my arms and sounding like a broken record.
"Awe, you're cute," he said in amusement.
"Thanks?" I said, confused.
"You're welcome," he said before holding his arm out, his fingers spread far away from each other as it glowed a bright yellow matching his eyes.
I looked around the room as it shook. The light around his hand went from a bright yellow to pitch black as well as his eyes. I will admit I was freaked out a bit.
After a minute or two the room stopped shaking. I looked around the place and was shocked to see two black beings in standing next to me. I ran away from them, and went towards the mirror in the middle of the room.
"What the fuck are those things!?" I asked Andy, he just laughed at me. "What?"
"Oh, Anthony, that's no way to say hello," one of them said with a grin.
It's voice sounded dark and eerie
"Here's your ticket out, Anthony. I'd take it if I were you. My ink friends are useful and have strong patience, but they don't like having their time wasted.
I sighed. My eyes twitching as I started shaking violently. Their eyes were on me, and they were grinning.
"Even if I was to say yes, how could this fool Val? They aren't necessarily . . ."
"Flesh and blood?" one said with a cocky smile.
"Yeahhhh," I replied. "And you don't look or sound like us.
"Awe, but Anthony. That's no way to talk to your guest," the other one said, his voice sounding busted as it did a spin.
After it spun around for a few seconds it stopped. It was no longer black, or covered in ink, but rather it looked just like Andy. My jaw dropped open as the other turned into me. It even flirted with me.
"What do you think, Anthony? Would you fuck me?" It asked me, while it slowly undressed.
I didn't answer it. I just stood there in confused and awkward silence.
"Come on Anthony. We know you want out. And we can get you out," the one that looked like me said as it walked towards me.
"You don't know anything about me," I said while backing up away from it.
"Oh, but of course we do," the other one said, it also walked towards me. "We know everything about you, and what Val does to you."
"Shut up," I said on the edge of tears. "Just shut up."
I let myself fall to the floor with my hands on my face. I felt hand touch my shoulder. I took my hands away from my face and looked up. Andy stood there with an comforting smile on his face.
"Don't let it get to you," he said softly. "He wins if you do, so I recommend you get up, and we go somewhere far away from here . . . at least as far as a sinner can go in Hell.
He took his hand off my shoulder and offered it towards me, like a gentleman asking a lady to dance. I slowly accepted it, that's when he lightly helped me to my feet (if you can even call them that) and smiled at me as he let go of my hand.
"Okay, where too?" I asked not looking at him.
My arms were crossed as my head was turned, my eyes staring at the door, afraid that he or even him was listening. Andy nor those things seemed to worry though, as all of them were smiling as if they were in a turf war or something.
"That's up to you Anthony," Andy replied as the two things stared at me with the holes they call eyes.
I thought about it for a second before answering his question.
"A bar," I said with a small smile on my face. "Not a gay bar, people would recognize me there. I just want to go somewhere that has booze and no one will recognize me, or at least won't try to flurt with me."
"Done," he said before grabbing me and pulling me close.
Once again my vision went dark, then fuzzy, then back to normal. I looked around the place. Some sinners were passed out on the floor, with empty bottles lying next to them, while others were either drinking and shoving foods in their faces, or gambling or even dry humping each other in the far corner.
"Ehhh, are you sure people won't recognize me here, Ands?" I asked while trying to avoid any form of eye contact.
"A hundred percent, Anthony," he said already sitting down at the front bar.
I walked over towards him, and sat next to him. Two of my arms were crossed while the other two were on my face, and they were all shaking.
"You need to relax. Don't think about any problems. You need to feel like you don't have any problems at all," Andy said, his hands on the table as he looked at me with his smile still on his face.
"Easy for you to say. You don't have any problems," I replied, not looking at him, my arms still on my head, as I pulled on my hair.
"Exactly, and that's because I took care of my problems."
This time he turned around in his seat with his legs crossed and his head resting in his left hand, with his right hand on his side. His smile grew as his eyes shined bright.
"Are you telling me that I need to take care of my problems?" I asked, annoyed, yet scared at the same time.
"Maybe, maybe not. That's up for you to decided how you want to take my words."
I rolled my eyes before taking a deep breath. Just then the bartender came by and asked what we'll have. I asked for a cocktail while Andy asked for a beer with a taco salad; he calls it his "usual."
"Another one please," I said after chugging down my cocktail.
The bartender did his job and got me another one, and another one, and another. That is until Andy stopped him.
"That will be all, Benny."
He nodded and started cleaning some empty glasses.
"Why the fuck did you do that!?" I yelled in anger.
"If I wanted you drunk, then I would have left you at the studio with a bottle of vodka," he replied, before shoving some of the taco salad in his mouth.
"Okay, then why did you bring me here, Ands?"
"Because you wanted to come here. So I obliged."
He took a sip of his beer.
"And I chose her to get drunk," I said before trying to get another cocktail, but the bartender wouldn't budge.
"No, you chose here, because you didn't want anyone to recognize or flirt with you."
"Ahh, I still wanted to get drunk. That's why I wanted to go to a bar in the first place," I said rubbing my eyes with two fingers while banging my fist on the table. "Bartender! Another fucking cocktail please!"
He still didn't budge. My face was turning red as sweat fell from my forehead.
"You remind me of the little shit that burned my face, only he had more patience than you, Anthony."
"For the last goddamn time, it's Angel Dust, not Anothy!" I yelled in his face.
He looked at me, resting his head in his hand, his legs crossed as his smile grew. I have yet to see him without it. His eyes still shining bright as looked at me . . . and so was everyone else.
"Angel Dust?" one of them said in shock. "I heard that name before."
"Isn't that the same name of the drug?" another one (a female) asked.
"I think he's the porn star, people been blabbing about?"
Andy's smile grew once again as I hid my face from the rest of the sinners.
"Relax, if they wanted your services then they would have asked for them by now," he said in an amused tone.
"You . . . you said that you knew how I felt. With Val. What happened to you?" I asked on the edge of tears all over again.
"Life's a game. And there's a way to win the game, and that's not to lose. If you can't lose than you always win."
"Just stop! Stop being mysterious for once and speak more clearly . . . please."
"Very well. When I was younger I was raped by my next door neighbor," he said still smiling.
"Oh my God I'm sorry that happened."
"Don't be, it was . . . interesting."
"W-what do you mean by that?" I asked in fear and disgust.
"Are you familiar with cause and effect?" he asked while grinning at me.
"Of course, everyone is," I said as if he asked a stupid question, which he did.
"Well I find it to be very interesting. An effect happens because of a cause, and the cause leads to an effect. Like knowing that my next door neighbor had a thing for younger boys."
"God that's fucked up."
"We're all fucked up, Anthony. That's why we're down here."
I didn't say anything nor look at him. I just sat there in silence.
"Can you look at me please?" Andy asked, quite randomly actually.
I sighed before looking at him.
"If I may," he said before lightly placing his finger under my chin and starting into my eyes again.
This time however it felt different. It was like he was looking for something, but couldn't find it. That is until he did.
"Just as I thought," he said with a chuckle.
"What?" I asked confused and a little worried.
"Would you like to know?"
"Yes!" I screamed as it was obvious.
He just laughed at me and said, "Something big is coming your way."
Present Day
Charlie's POV
"Hello Angel," Andy said as he turned his head and looked behind him.
Angel didn't answer. He stood there in silence staring at Andy. He just smiled at him. He seemed to be happy that he was in the hallway with us.
"It's so good to see you again," Andy spoke as he turned his body around, fully facing Angel Dust.
"Yeah, I bet it is."
"I dare even say, 'I missed you."
"Sure," he replied sarcastically.
"Awe, but it's true. I did miss you," Andy said softly. "Do you feel the same?"
Once again Angel stood there in absolute silence. Andy just grinned.
"What are you even doing here Andy?"
"Making a princess' dream come true."
"R-really?" I asked, shocked.
"Why else would I be here, princess? To return your glass sipper?" he said with a laugh.
"Haha, yeah," I replied while rubbing my arm.
"You have a dream and I'm here to make it come true, unlike a certain Radio Demon."
"Yeahhhhhhh," I replied nervously.
"No shaking. No deals. Just a demon and his word."
I looked down at his arms. They were behind his back. I looked at his face. A comforting smile was there. I looked over towards Angel. He still had his eyes on Andy, his face was expressionless.
"What do you think Angel?" I asked him, in a calm and gentle tone of voice.
"I . . . I-I don't . . . know," he stuttered, while shaking nervously.
"Awe, Angel don't be nervous," Andy said as he was now standing besides Angel. "Be truthful. Do you recommend my services to the princess of Hell?"
We all looked at him. We waited patiently for his answer while he stood thinking about it, right before he spoke up.
"Y-yes, yes I do, toots."
And that's chapter 2. I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Again I'm sorry it took a while. I've been caught up in other things, but I'll try to get the next chapter out faster, not only on this story, but to "The light in the Dark," for those of you who enjoy that story. Anyways I hope y'all have a great day, afternoon, night and/or evening. I'll see you in the next chapter.