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He spends much of his time on Earth collecting souls to keep them out of Heaven's grasp.

He returns to Hell at Lucifer's call.

This is the news story of the night?

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"WAIT."

"IT WASN'T A HENTAI!"

IT WAS A FUCKIN' EPISODE OF WINNIE THE POOH!"

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"Is it that none of you are strong enough to get the four-foot imp outta the wall, or is it because watching an imp stuck in the wall is your idea of a good time?"

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Tyco knew. He knew when he learned that, during their time apart, Angel had sold his soul to Valentino... he knew things were different.

Maybe it was because Angel was such a great actor... maybe it was because Tyco himself refused to think about it much... but he knew what selling your soul was like. He knew what overlords were like. He was an overlord, and when the souls he owned made him angry.

... and, as far as overlords go, he's regarded as one of the least violent. Valentino-- he's garnered the reputation for loving violence and carnage even more than most.

At first, Tyco tried to come around-- just to check on Angel. He could make the excuse that he was there to keep things friendly with Val-- to try to get on his good side after his existence pissed the moth off so much, but Angel wouldn't have it. Tyco would be a distraction. Angel spoke in such a dismissive and playful voice that it was easy for Tyco to go along. Yes, Angel sold his soul, but Angel was Valentino's biggest money-maker. Valentino couldn't hurt Angel-- it would slow down his filming schedule. Valentino didn't have a reason to hurt Angel-- he brought in so much business.

They're both actors. They both know how to play a part. They both know that, down here, playing a part is the best way to stay alive.

Yet, in this moment, they're both faced with a reality... and they can't act like they aren't.

Fluff and warmth press against his chest, and Tyco's elongated arms quickly grasp onto Angel-- as if he can snatch him and take off. As if that will fix something.

He can't be here? He can't not be here. If he stands Val up, they're both--

That shriek fills the air, and while Tyco wants to hold onto Angel tighter, his arms loosen.

Angel needs him to keep acting... so he'll put on a smile.

"I didn't see anything, cher."

He didn't think anything could make him sick to his stomach anymore-- much less simple words, yet here he was.

"Not a thing."

He lets Angel go, only letting his fingers brush over Angel's cheek for a fleeting second before stepping away from him.

"I'll make you dinner tonight, d'accord?"

There were levels to Valentino's temper. Throwing shit around raised few alarm bells in Angel's head, often not bothering to even get up from what he was doing when he wasn't the one who caused it. Could be his shitshow with Vox, could be another whore that really fucked with Val on the wrong day - who knows. The guy was a psychopathic freak that Angel long since just wanted to get away from. The bottle went flying at his skull but Angel dunked with an expression that read 'this is nothing new'. In that instance, he wasn't afraid of Val.

Terror didn't wash over his features until he saw Tyco not a second later, staring right at him in shock - and then in red. Val was going to think Angel sent his boyfriend here to hide behind, to weasel out of work - and when other people got involved in their contract - that's when it always got ugly.

How many years had Angel kept his work and private life separate so the Overlord he went home to never knew a thing? As far as portrayed Angel Dust was living the life of glamour. Money, drugs, clothes, fame ; Angel had everything ( but his freedom and his soul ).

This should be the part where Angel scoffed with a roll of his eyes and a smarmy smirk, brushing off any concerns and worries. This is the part where the drugs get brought out or a hand starts traveling down pants, both to serve as a distraction. Angel Dust lived and partied like there wasn't a tomorrow.

He couldn't wear that outfit in front of Tyco. All of Hell saw him naked. Tyco was one of so few that's ever seen him cry.

"Invited y' 'ere - what do ya mean he invited ya 'ere?" And neither of them thought to bring this up to HIM? Angel scoffs ; of course Val wouldn't. Tyco - Angel wants to be angry with him and for a few seconds he is .. he's swatted him away from visiting him at the studio before saying he'd be too much of a distraction - he'd want to keep pulling him into the costume closets. But he didn't know.

Mix-matched eyes drop from Tyco and to the hand extending to him, the hesitation only a moment before he takes it and steps forward, resting against him chest to chest with his forehead burying into his shoulder

"Y'can't be here."

"WHERE THE FUCK DID ANGEL GO? That FUCKING SLUT-"

Angel's head pulls back from Tyco's shoulder and the panic that'd been swallowed down right back on his face. They were hidden but Angel couldn't stay here forever.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK - if Val invited him here, what the fuck is he supposed to do?

"Tyco - baby, listen to me - you didn't see nothin', okay? Tell me you saw nothin'."

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For every person who suggests Angel kill him, ask someone else to kill him, or sick the king of Hell on him, he's shooting Angel. With a shotgun.

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"What's this about Gritt in a wall?"

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Naberius in Beware the Ides of March: Has little say or concern for anything because Lucifer hasn't appeared to give him a directive.

Naberius when Lucifer is upset in front of him: Do you want me to slaughter them, or do you want me to hunt them down and deliver them to you to personally torture?

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Were he not so indignant on his lord's behalf, the comparison would earn a smile. So much destruction, but, yes, this was the equivalent of egging a human house: Obnoxious, and with a tedious cleanup, but at the end of the day... hardly detrimental.

"Hellborns did this?" He asks with a small tilt of his head. He would have assumed sinners. "Fear not, my lord, we can have this back to rights in no time at all~" He says with a quick adjustment of his gloves. He can have the debris cleared away and the divots filled in an hour. As for the plants... that will take some searching.

A murder of crows descends upon the garden, collecting the smaller bits of debris and flying off with them. The Marquis steps forward, taking a small bag of seeds from his breast pocket. They're one of Lucifer's favorites-- and hard to find, so he keeps them close at hand... just in case. "Would you like them terminated, or would you prefer to handle them yourself?" There's the smallest glint in his eye as he asks.

He loved all the names his loyal follower had picked up over the years however Sebastian did remain his favorite, it was funny seeing him react to being called that . As well as well, that form was rather good for opening pickle jars and reaching tall places he couldn’t .

He stood in the middle of his ruined garden and front of his home, eyes bright and shining with unshed tears .. his garden his precious garden

“Sebastian!.. there you are .. look what these Hellborn did! My garden it’s ruined and they basically egged the front of my home!” He ran to his loyal servant , “all my hard work in my garden ruined!

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"Differen' heights, differen' skin tone, differen' bi'th ma'ks, differen' eye shape, differen' tail shape, differen' ho'n shape.

Only thin' tha's so'ta the same is the hai'."

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"You don't look anything like your dad. If you did, I would'a hit on him."

// to basically everybody who says

"YOU'RE THE SPITTING IMAGE OF YOUR (horrible) FATHER"

MOXXIE: "oh. so all imps look the same?"

no it doesn't matter if you're an imp too

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"This question has been asked and answered. On at least five separate occasions. The horse, as they say, is dead. You may stop beating it."

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Generally speaking, Tyco wasn't an angry person. His soul had existed for centuries, and he had seen more than enough in all of that time to have him grow considerably jaded. Even The Vee's attempts to destroy his theatre house by review bombing every review site in Hell left the cyclops doing little more than rolling his eye. Rising up in outrage is what they wanted, and, even if he wanted to, he couldn't take them out. There were three of them and one of him.

Valentino was determined to get revenge on Tyco for stealing his style... and, usually, Tyco waved him off as a childish pissant who couldn't tolerate that another demon wore stripes. That being said... Tyco and Valentino both worked in the world of actors and scripts. There were times when Valentino graciously set aside his hatred of Tyco so they could talk business-- aka: Valentino wanted to use one of Tyco's actors for some movie, and Tyco wanted Valentino's money-- and the satisfaction of having something the moth wanted.

Of course, Tyco knew Angel worked for Valentino, and, of course, Tyco knew that Valentino was from a good person to work for. Though, Tyco had assumed that, considering the amount of money Angel brought in, that Valentino went considerably easier on his biggest star than he did his other performers.

That's why... when he stepped into the studio and saw Valentino heaving something at Angel-- something that hit the wall hard enough to shatter-- something that just barely missed Angel-- Angel... with a swelling eye...

He saw red.

He wanted blood.

... and had Angel not jerked him out of the studio before he could see clearly enough to reach for his rifle...

...

That anger had to get choked down. Angel was--

... was he scared?

Tyco couldn't remember the last time he saw Angel scared, but that... this urgency, this... desperation in his voice and quiver in his speech...

"Angel--" the overlord says quietly as he takes a step forward. "Valentino invited me here." -- Fuck. He shouldn't have said that. Something else-- say something-- do something else.

His eye gleams as he casts an illusion around the pair-- blocking them from view.

"-- No one can see us now, Angel," he tries this again, reaching his hand out to his boyfriend.

"Tout va bien, mon ange."

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Angel could probably count the number of times he's seen Tyco angry on one hand, even with all the anger in his life that just felt like one big blur. The spider rushes the other out of the studio before someone else can bother to notice, too busy screaming and throwing his own tantrums to worry about his star for now.

"I didn't know you were comin' to my work - y'can't BE here, Tyco-"

He must be angry at him - hearing him talk like a whore. It's one thing to know it. It's another to hear it. Angel keeps at least an arms length away - he knew what to do with Val was angry but despite knowing the other man even longer .. he's shocked he doesn't know. "Just go home and wait for me, alright?"

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do you ever see your sibling and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? like my brother will walk into the room and i’m like “oh man i guess i have to end you”

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As someone who is scared to death to put my ocs out there, I love to see people who are confident in theirs, and I really love it when people support their partners' ocs. <3

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I have no idea what the dash is on about~

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"FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN'S PUCKERED ASSHOLE: WE HAVE BEATEN THIS FUCKIN' TOPIC INTO THE GOD DAMN DIRT."

"IF YOU THINK GOIN' TO THERAPY MAKES YOU A FUCKIN' PUSS, DON'T DO IT. AND FUCK OUTTA EVERYONE ELSE'S BUSINESS."

"IT'S

NOT.

HARD."

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