Angel Dust. Porn star, depraved spider demon and just cute. Drug addict, alcoholic, and so on... the list can be endless. His feminine features, his four arms, his eyes... well, you get the idea.

Angel had a blast at Valentino's club. First pole dancing, now sitting at the bar with a glass of liqueur. He was about to take out a little bag of white powder, but he heard a strange sound. It sounded like muffled crying. The sound came from the closet. He didn't care about the demon who was crying, but he was curious so... He opened the closet door. There was a small child sitting there. What? How the hell could a child get into an 18+ club!!? Oh no, he definitely doesn't know how to handle children...

"Uh... Hello? Kid, what are you doing here?..."