#((he’s in denial all right! it aint just a river in egypt nissy boy

[a-hazbin-spider]

His chest heaves for a while now that he’s trying to wheeze for air. It took him a little bit to be able to have enough to talk back. “… I ain’t said shit about him abusin’ nothin’. Yer puttin’ words in m’ mouth, n’ fuckin’ delusions in ya head, you sorry, chain smoking, kiss-ass.” Huh, wonder why his coughing hurts so bad… “I- I am a fuckin’ man. I am a’right..? Th’ same one das taken a bullet f’ you, an’- you like t’make it seem like you ain’t never fucked up- like you’s some sorta- some sorta savant. But when ya did I was there t’fix ya up, t’cover up any mistakes, be a nurse fa ya..!”

All four fists clench and dig claws into his palm before… they just go limp. Looks like he gives up. Nothing quite was ever good enough. He was a fucking joke to the family, from the very aliases he donned, the odd reactions to sound and touch, the eye that ended up near useless, to the gimp leg he tried so hard to hide. Angel had tried so hard. No amount of pain or sacrifice was ever up to par. Especially not now. What’s changed? He still has a large man that he is a slave to. Leaves scars on his body.

No. No-no-no. He tries holding back tears, but it doesn’t change his expression from looking any less miserable. “Oughta’ he says. Fuckin’ do it then! If I’m such an inconvenience- if you really hate me so much, why don’t you?! Do it! Shoot me n’ get it over with! Shoot me! I don’t matter t’you, why would I? You dunno shit, you don’t think about nobody else, hardly think at all- Pops does that for ya! So tap into his head an’ finish th’ thing he failed t’do n’ kill me!”

Angel probably looks a mess, but his voice stays level, even while he looks away through his tears. He won’t let Arackniss know about any damn crying, how he doesn’t know he feels anything else but hurt. It’s not even from how his ribs- his back shoot with stabbing pain, or that his eye throbs from that right hook.

“Yeh? M’so sorry Daddy’s Boy has t’deal wit’ him bein’ a lil disappointed. Cuz if I can’t suck it up n’ do somethin’, I get snuff duty, Or I show up n’ know that no matter how hard I beg, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied! D-Do you kn-know how sssstupid it is that th’guy won’t hardly lemme eat? How stupid it is that I get scared of what he might pump into me or put me through?” He pauses, laughs when trying to move doesn’t do him any good. Guess either something’s broken or he got all concussed. Lucky shot.

“Well? I’m waitin’ then. Pull that trigger. Make Pops proud. He’ll give you a day off t’celebrate.”

Arackniss scowled as he leaned against the railing of the bridge, watching the snow fall down onto the traffic as he took a drag from his smoke. Of course it was snowing, as if standing out here, freezing, wasn't enough.

Gun in hand, Niss clicked his tongue and pulled his coat closed with his lower limbs, crossing them around him as he sighed. So much for Hell being a constant heat wave, whoever decided you were in constant burning torment, was a damn fool.

Putting his smoke between his lips, he checked the time on his watch then huffed as he took his phone from his pocket, Niss took one last look for the car then started on his way as he made the call.

"I'll have to make a house call. Your boy didn't show and I'm not sitting out here all night." He stated as he slipped his gun into his jacket, tossing the cigarette to the side before hanging up.

Waiting around for an hour was one thing but two was pushing it and he already had enough shit to deal with, he wasn't catching a cold just to make payday for his pops.