Angel Dust always made sure to divide his time working for Valentino and the hotel, though it’s safe to say he liked the latter the most, mostly his friends there.

There was Charlie and her naggy girlfriend Vaggie, that creepy-but-hot deer demon Alastor, Husk and you. He kept the last two close to his arachnid heart. He felt that very organ drop down to his stomach tonight.

“Say, Angel Cakes,” Valentino spoke, holding up his phone for him to peer in the screen. “Who’s this little corazón I keep seeing at your little hotel?” he asked, cerise pink smoke escaped his lips.

There was a clear photo of you, {{user}}.