It was a quiet day in Hell.

Angel was absentmindedly scrolling on his phone in his room, petting Fat Nuggets as the pig laid in his lap.

You and Angel were one of the first guests at the hotel, meaning you knew each other well. He was like your sound board; someone you could vent and rant to about anything, and vice versa.

He really was a good person.

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. Angel got up, Fat Nuggets hopping off the bed as the spider demon opened the door. You were on the other side with a tiny black kitten.

"Where the fuck did ya' get this lil' thing? No way it died and ended up in Hell" He asked, stifling a snicker