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Angel had no idea what he was doin’ at the King of Lust’s palace. Yeah, he was famous, but he didn’t think he was Deadly Sin-level famous. What was even weirder was that the invitation had come directly to him and hadn’t gone through Val. Who was, once again, blowin’ up his fucking phone because he wasn’t responding fast enough.
When his phone dinged for the dozenth time, he figured he should say something to shut him up. It wouldn’t be a good idea to have his phone constantly going off while he was talkin’ to the King of Lust.
Valentino: Angel, baby, how about a surprise shoot tonight? I know you’re off, but it’s with Magnus Hammer. You know how much you like him.
Valentino: Haha soooooo it’s been thirty seconds…Don’t be like this, baby.
Valentino: Angel, you know I don’t like waiting.
Valentino: I swear to fucking Satan I will fucking KILL YOU if you don’t answer me!
Valentino: YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING CUM DUMPSTER!! FUCKING ANSWER ME!! I FUCKING OWN YOU!!
Valentino: I’m sorry, Angel Cakes, I promise I won’t hurt you. You know how I get when you don’t give me what I want.
Valentino: Why do you do this to me, Angel? You know you’re just asking to get the shit smacked out of you.
Valentino: I love you, baby, you know I do, I just want you to answer me.
Valentino: Fucking answer me, you pathetic bag of holes!!
Angel Dust: Calm yer tits, Val. I’m goin’ to an appointment in Lust.
Valentino: In Lust? What kind of appointment?
Angel Dust: Deep tissue massage. Found one of the best people in Hell and I gotta stay limber.
Valentino: Oh. Let me know when you’re done. We can still do that shoot I mentioned.
Angel Dust: Sounds good. Gotta go.
Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he took a deep breath and ran his top hands through his hair. He slapped on his performer persona, but then reconsidered. Was that the right move? Asmodeus was the King of Lust, but the invitation had requested his presence and hadn’t mentioned his services. But what if askin’ for his presence was just another way to ask for his services? He should probably just play it by ear with the king.
The guards, however. He made his way up to the two huge hellhounds at the doors. “Hiya, big daddies. I’m Angel Dust, here to see King Asmodeus.”
One of the hellhounds pressed a button on his earpiece. “Lord Oz, the porn actor is here…Will do, Oz.” He lowered his hand and opened one of the doors. “Follow me.”
Angel followed the hound down a huge hall done in purple and dark blue with hearts and lit sconces everywhere. When they got to a giant set of blue doors, the hound gestured him to the doors and left. Angel looked around and checked his reflection in his compact before knocking on the door. It opened a second later and he felt a few different things at once.
The giant chimera was way more sexy in person and Angel really wanted to get fucked by what was undoubtedly a giant cock. But the king also gave off an air of comfort and care, like he would keep Angel safe. It was the weirdest fucking thing and Angel didn’t know if he should be horny or not.
“Welcome to the palace, Angel Dust.” The king’s voice was so deliciously deep, and it made Angel shiver. And he looked happy to see Angel. All three faces did. “I’m Asmodeus, but you can call me Oz. Please, come in.”
He was ushered into a large, dimly lit, purple-and-blue office with two massive couches, a table with two chairs, a fireplace, a bar, and a giant desk. There was also a huge painting of Fizzarolli and Oz with both of them tastefully naked and barely covered by fabric. Fizzarolli sat on one of the couches and Angel was actually a little starstruck. The jester had always been his main celebrity crush, but his song saying fuck you to Mammon made Angel really have a thing for him. He hoped he’d been brought there for fuckin’.
“And this is Fizzarolli,” Oz continued. “But you can call him Fizz.”
“Nice to meet you,” Fizz said in a gravely voice that went straight to Angel’s dick.
“Yeah, uh, you too.”
Oz gestured to the couch across from Fizz. “Please, have a seat. Would you like a drink?”
“Can ya do a double margarita?” Angel asked as he sat down and spread his arms out.
“Sure thing.”
Angel had managed to have his confident persona on, but he was freaking out a little on the inside. Aside from finally getting to meet the sexy and funny and amazing Fizzarolli, he was weirded out by the fact that the king was the one making drinks.
“By the way,” Fizz started after a sec, “we didn’t ask you over here for fucking. We just wanna talk.”
Relief and disappointment simultaneously rushed through him. “You invited over a porn actor just to talk?”
“We have our reasons.” Fizz didn’t look away as he sipped his drink and Angel felt another rush of desire.
Oz finished making two drinks, handed one to Angel, and sat next to Fizz with his own drink. “So, Angel—Can we call you Angel?”
“You can call me whatever ya want,” he replied, subtly checking his drink, and not seeing any signs of spiking.
“Tell me, Angel, how do you feel about your boss, Valentino?”
Angel immediately choked a little but managed to recover quickly and slap a smile on. “Well, like you said, he’s my boss. He treats me well.” He almost choked again trying to force the words out. “Yeah, he’s kinda…assertive, but he runs a porn studio, so he’s gotta be. And he just tries ta, ya know, make me an even bigger star. So, he does what he can to do that and if he’s ever, like, rough or whatever, it’s because I brought it on myself. I did sign his contract, after all.” He forced himself to stop rambling and downed the rest of his drink. He had no fucking clue why the King of the Lust Ring was asking about Val, but he hoped what he said never got back to him. He’d meant to spout some bullshit about how great Val was and he had no idea why he’d actually said anything against him.
The two other demons looked at each other in a weird way before Fizz gave Angel a look of such concern and kindness that Angel almost started crying. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone who wasn’t Charlie had given him a look like that. “Angel, did you hear about what went down between me and Mammon?”
“Yeah, I saw it on VTube. It was pretty badass, standin’ up to a Sin like that. And the song was real catchy.”
“Thanks. Listen, I worked for Mammon for ten years. And that entire time, he was insulting me, grabbing me, throwing me, forcing me into really dangerous performances, and forcing me to starve myself so I would be skinny as fuck. And the entire time, I was making excuses and making myself be okay with it, making myself believe that it was okay and that it was my fault any time he hurt me or insulted me. Because I had to be okay with it. Because he gave me everything.”
The more he talked, the more Angel realized what he was saying. He didn’t know how they knew about Val’s bad side, but it seemed like they did. He also hadn’t realized just how bad it had been for Fizz. He knows what I’m going through. He’s gone through the same shit. Not includin’ all the sex stuff, but still. The realization made his façade fall in a way it had ever done before. Yeah, he’d dropped it for Husk and Val, but Husk hadn’t gone through the same exact shit (and neither had Fizz, but it was a lot closer) and Val forced him to drop it. Fizz was different. Fizz had also dealt with a shitty and abusive boss. Fizz had also forced himself to be okay with everything because his boss was the reason behind everything he had. It was a level of connection Angel had never experienced before and his throat actually got all tight. Fizz’s smile was so kind and supportive that it almost hurt.
“Oz was the reason I was able to get away from him,” Fizz continued. “And both of us can help you.”
“But, it’s…it’s Valentino. He’s an Overlord.”
“And Ozzie is a Deadly Sin. He outranks him.”
“But Charlie tried talking to him and it just made everything worse.”
The king let out a deep chuckle so kind that it went right to a super buried part of Angel’s heart. “Charlie has power, but she’s never been one to want to use it. I, however, have no problem with using my power and authority. I can help you, Angel. I promise.”
Over the course of his life and death, Angel had met a shit ton of guys he’d called daddy, but Asmodeus was different. He definitely looked like a daddy, but with his baritone dark chocolate voice and the genuine kindness in his eyes…it was different. It was like he was touching some part of Angel he hadn’t known still existed. It was like he was an actual good dad that Angel had never had before. He wanted to throw himself into Asmodeus’ arms and trust that he would be taken care of.
To his horror, tears started sliding down his face and he scrubbed them away and looked down. “Fuck. I just… I don’t…” His voice cracked and more tears came out.
Fizz moved next to Angel and took two of his hands. His eyes were just as kind, promising safety that Angel didn’t deserve. “You don’t have to be with him anymore. You’re not alone, Angel. And you deserve so much more than him.”
It was pathetic, but a noise between a sob and laughter burst out of him and he was sobbing into his hands. It didn’t make sense why he was cryin’ so much when Fizz and Oz had barely said anything. But it was like what they did say hit him in a super intense way. He felt Fizz guide him against his chest and Angel clung to him with all four arms, tears soaking his fancy shirt. He was cryin’ and snottin’ everywhere, but Fizz just kept holding him and gently rocking him.
When he finally stopped cryin’ and saw the state of Fizz’s shirt, he turned away from the imp and wrapped his arms around himself. “Sorry.” His accent had dropped, but he could find it within himself to care.
Fizz’s hand landed on his shoulder and that smile came back. “You don’t have to be sorry about anything.”
“You can really help me? Make Val let me go?”
“We can.”
“…What do I have to do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Oz assured. “I’ll meet with Valentino and convince him to give you to me.”
“How are you gonna do that? He owns me.”
“I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”
Fizz took two of his hands again. “You don’t have to worry about it. Ozzie will take care of it. If he can beat another Sin in a stand-off, he can beat some shithead wannabe Overlord.”
“You can trust us, Angel,” Oz said. “We’ll take care of you.”
Angel looked between them. He didn’t know why he was the whore they’d chosen to help. For all he knew, they were just actin’ so they could fuck him. Maybe goin’ along with them would end up with him destroyed. But, even if he was hurt again, at least he would be away from Val. “Okay. I trust you.”