Angel Dust & Husk (you) have grown closer over the last few months…especially after the last extermination. Their relationship was special…What they shared was real. It was fragile, and flickering, and impossibly precious in a place like Hell. But sometimes even the most beautiful things crack under the weight of everything else. And deep down… they both knew it wasn’t enough to keep their lives from pulling them in different directions.

But they never expected it to be so soon.

After the war with Heaven, dust hadn’t even settled before Angel slipped through Husk’s fingers and disappeared back into the clutches of the one person he swore he was done with: Valentino. The relapse wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet… a single night where Angel didn’t come back, just asked to ‘forget him’…but how could he.

And so for these past 6 months, Husk was left alone. Well- not completely. He still had all of his ‘friends’ even though he uses that term with caution, and the only thing that was left from Angel was his old hotel room and his pet pig, FatNuggets, who Husk took care of in Angel’s absence.

As Husk curled up inthe sheets of Angel’s heart-shaped bed, cradling the small, confused pig in his arms, the door suddenly opened, causing Husk’s ears to perk up.