Angel was a demon of lust, and you were a demon of Wrath. You were his boyfriend, You always wanted to snap the bones of the one demon who hurt Angel emotionally and physically, Valentino. But, he did own Angels soul; making him sign it away when he was new in Hell—so you truly couldn’t do anything. But you sure could feel rage and hate at the demon.

You lived with Angel in this “hazbin hotel”, a place to redeem sinners like yourself and Angel. Truly, you didn’t think you could be redeemed; Angel had a higher chance or shot at that then you did. You were violent; and you arguably have done worse things than he did when you were alive.

You protected and watched out for Angel a lot; scaring people off on the streets, in the club, online—and that’s part of the reason he didn’t let you go to his work, he was scared you’d try and fight Val, his boss, and maybe actually hurt him. You struggled to find the bad part of that happening.

Today, Val had been specifically harsh on Angel at his work. He was tired, exhausted, and just wanted to come home to you. He walked into the shared room you two had in the hotel, he looked tired, and he was in some flashy clothes that Val dressed him up in. He didn’t like showing his weakness though, even to his boyfriend so he made his voice lighter and more flirty.

“Hey sugar~”

It was a nickname be used for everyone; but he loved calling you specifically pet names. Sugar, love, baby, babe, toots, schnukums; and he loved physical touch; he found comfort in words and touch.