NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 21: Angel Dust 1
(Third Person POV)
James opened his eyes underneath the blindfold. He felt the warmth of Nifty and Amery on his right and left; he let out a small sigh, knowing that this was probably going to become a constant in his life from now on.
He carefully gets up, trying to not wake the two women up, and sneaks into the bathroom, starting his morning routine. Though, while he's brushing his teeth with his blue electric toothbrush, he looks at himself in the mirror.
He stares at himself with a cold gaze, running a single hand down his face while studying himself, and just for barely a second he sees the corner of Alcica's blue dress. He stares in the mirror intensely, trying to see if it was just a fluke or if he was hallucinating. He stares for a few minutes, his eyes scanning the mirror in every way he could, before he shrugs and puts a smile back on his face, going back to brushing his teeth.
Soon he gets out of the bathroom and walks downstairs, thinking about what his next move will be. 'I can't keep going around thinking shit's sweet anymore. Valentino probably has his eyes on me through Vox; Alastor has a grudge against me… Couldn't figure it out for the life of me; the Goetia probably wants to fight me, whatever the hell they are.'
He pulls on his blindfold, deep in thought. 'I need to get ahead; I need to get some info on them and try to throw them off the hotel before they threaten the others.' His thoughts ended as he focused all of his efforts on being nonchalant, finally arriving at the ground floor.
On the ground floor was Charlie, sketching out poor crayon drawings of ideas for the hotel, Nifty, who was chasing after a very fast cockroach, and Amery, who was simply watching TV, specifically the news channel airing on Vox's network.
"As of today, from a recommendation from my associate, Lust's Son: Valentino. There will be a bounty of 145,000 souls on the head of—" The TV cut off when Amery noticed James in the hallway, quickly pausing it. "Ah, Master, how are you today?" She asked, the same monotone and raspy voice talking to James.
"Like every other day, Amery: fly as hell… heh." Giggling at his pun, he went to ask about Vaggie yet didn't notice the certain one-winged angel sneaking up on him until he felt a presence behind him. He turned on his heel and quickly caught the tip of a spear going to his stomach.
"So, uh, Vaggie… Whatcha doing?" He asked, a single eyebrow raised, trying to ignore her sweaty breasts squishing against her purple button-up. "Let's spar!" James raised an eyebrow.
"... No hablo inglés."
"Yo también hablo español, idiota, y sí, tú hablas inglés, cara de mierda."
James lets out a muttered "damnit" before letting go of the spear tip and sighing. "Vaggie, why do you even want to spar?" She puts her spear over her shoulder, Amery calmly dodging the tip of the spear just centimeters from her eye, "I declare you as my rival, so we must fight!" He looked at Vaggie with a confused look in his eyes, 'Is she a NEET? Are there NEETs in heaven? When the hell did she declare me as her rival?'
"Sorry, Vaggie, not now. I'm going to hit the town, explore some of Hell, and hopefully not get into a fight where the author tried to get me out of it by making up bullshit."
"What?"
"What? Look, I'm just looking to try and hit the town, have some fun!" He says excitedly, secretly hoping Vaggie doesn't come with him due to his bad luck. Vaggie stared at him up and down, getting closer to him while rubbing her chin. "Fine, you can go. But you're definitely sparring with me when you get back."
James slipped away to the door with a restrained blush on his face and walked out. "Vaggie, where were you? You just attacked James out of nowhere." Amery asked.
"I was training outside."
"But I never saw you go outside; in fact, I only saw you enter the bathroom an hour ago and only come out now—"
"I was training outside…"
"...okay"
Streets of Hell -
SSSLLUUURRRPPP
James sipped on a smoothie as he walked the streets of Sin City. He had recently bought (read: threatened multiple cashiers) the smoothie he was drinking now, along with his ripped jeans, bright yellow t-shirt, and a pair of very darkened sunglasses that were sold for some reason.
Thanks to these glasses, he could now go out without the blindfold on and not have to close his eyes all of the time and have people look at him like he was a dumbass. He roamed around trying to 'wander' into one of the V's territory to get some information when he saw something that he questioned why he was even shocked about.
A large theater took up some space. But unlike a theater that would be playing… This. This one was a live performance from Angel Dust himself, Hell's greatest porn star. 'Is it that hard to find a damn boyfriend or girlfriend here? Why the hell is everybody so obsessed with gooning?' Yet, despite James' complaints, he still walked in and took a seat.
The place was surprisingly clean for a live porn performance. Various tables were set up with about 4 chairs in every one of them, various sinners talking and laughing. In the middle was a stage like a play but with only a single pole reaching up to the ceiling. 'Is this where Addict takes place?' James was questioned before someone came up to him.
"Excuse me, sir." A voice came from his right-hand side. He looked and saw a short dog sinner looking down at the notepad. He was wearing a suit and tie and spoke in a very thick British accent. "Could you tell me your name, please?" James told him his name, "Please take this ticket, sir." The dog handed him a ticket saying 11037 and walked away, his head still buried in the notepad.
(AN: If you get the reference, you get a cookie.) :)
A few minutes later, the show was finally about to begin. Valentino came in and sat in an over-luxurious chair with 2 sinners on each of his 4 arms. The lights flashed bright pink and dark purple as the announcer boomed overhead. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first-ever free show from Angel Dust! You know he just loves you guys and wants to come out all by himself without a dime in return. But without further ado, make way for the sexy, the stunning, the amazing Angel Dust!"
The voice finished, and the lights went dark, slowly panning up as Angel Dust walked out on stage. He was wearing little to nothing, only a skirt covering up his genitals and his natural fluff covering up anything else that could be sexual. Right before the lights could illuminate his face, James saw him wearing a deep scowl before transforming it into a cocky grin.
'Oh…' James' pants tightened as he watched Angel Dust walk seductively out on stage and start to pole dance. 'I think I understand why people jerk off so much now.' He quickly shakes his head and tightens his muscles to pull blood away from his pole.
(AN: Tried and true method; it really works.)
He sat through Angel Dust's dance, eyes obviously glued onto the main star of the show, but also eyeing Valentino when he looked away. 'He doesn't look like he can fight, no muscle definition; based on what I remember from the show, he doesn't have any special powers suited for fighting. If it came down to it, I could probably take him on easily.'
He got taken out of his musings when Angel Dust stopped, slightly panting and hanging onto the pole. But Valentino stood up and clapped his hands, a wide grin on his face. "Now, I know how much you all love my little Angel Dust over here, so I made this particular event special." He pulled out a blank piece of paper.
"When all of you came in here, you got a piece of paper with 5 numbers on it. My dear announcer will draw a number, and whoever that number gets to spend the night with my lovely Angel Dust~" When Valentino finished, almost everybody pulled their cards out in a flash to check their numbers.
"And the lucky winner that gets to have a hot and steamy night with Angel Dust would be… Number 11037! Will Number 11037 please stand up to receive their reward?" Almost everyone in the room checked their cards and let out various sighs of disappointment except for one.
"I'm number 11037." James stood up and raised his ticket, his presence almost drowned out from the absurd heights of the people in the theater. Angel Dust's eyes lit up in recognition but also confusion while Valentino's eyes turned into a vicious glare, yet only for a second before he forced himself to be calm.
"Well 11037, just go into the room on the right with your sexy prize, and you can enjoy yourself all you want." With a rough tug of Angel Dust's arm, he pulled him to the room with James following along behind him. When they both fully got into the room, he called for 2 large hellhounds in suits to guard the door. "Make sure nobody goes in there, and they don't come the fuck out!"
Valentino stomped out, jabbing numbers into his phone before putting it up to his ear. "Hey, Val, what u—" Vox tried to talk before Valentino interrupted him, "He's here. That fucking Goetia killer is here with my Angel Dust." Vox's bewilderment could almost be felt through the phone before a dark chuckle emanated from the phone.
"Keep him there, Val. We wouldn't want our meal ticket to go running away now, would we?"
And in Vox's office, surrounded by TV, one of his red eyes was glowing an almost holy yellow.