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Chapter 25: The Girl's Evening Out

Sleep is an emotional reset. I don’t feel as bumped as yesterday. It’s easier to think of something else. And, when I remember that I have some venison to sell from yesterday, I grab my stuff and go.

Despite of what I’ve heard, I don’t see anyone actively searching for someone. Anyone. The streets of Hell are as they were before. Which isn’t necessarily a relief.

Half a day I hunt, keeping my mind empty of remorse. The other half I sell todays and yesterday’s meat. I save a wild boar for the hotel, keeping Charlie’s sweet smile in my mind.

When I return to the hotel, I find Angel on the verge of leaving. Well, as quickly as he can be when he’s flirting with Husk. The latter one looks seriously like he wants to kill the spider demon.

“What are you doing, Angel?” I ask him jovial.

“Hi, Elsa!” he turns to me. I see my nickname stuck. “D’you wanna join me, Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri?”

“Where?”

“A girl’s night - I mean an evening out,” he smiles.

“Plus you,” I point out.

“Plus me,” he winks.

“I suppose I don’t have anything else to do...” I look around me for the effect. I see a couple of sinners near the fireplace, testing it with different substances. After one tiny explosion, I decide on going as fast as possible. “Yeah, let’s go!” After one moment, though, I remember Niffty. “Wait! Isn’t Niffty going to join us?”

“She’s too young!” Angel waves his hand. “Let her entertain Husky here!”

Husk mutters something while Angel offers his arm to me like a merry girl.

I offer my arm instead and he simply takes it. We exit the hotel to see Charlie and Vaggie, arm in arm. Looking different than usual.

“Diana!” Charlie comes to hug me. Awkwardly still, I pat her back until she releases me. “I’ve wanted to invite you myself, but I couldn’t find you!”

“Lucky me I’ve stumbled upon Angel,” I smile at the spider.

“When’s Cherri coming?” Vaggie asks Angel without emotion.

“She’ll meet us there,” Angel simply says.

“Is this a sane idea?” Vaggie means to whisper to Charlie, but we all hear her. “Leaving everyone without any supervision? I hope we won’t find the hotel burnt down.”

A burning corpse flashes before my eyes.

“Relax, Vaggie,” Charlie embraces her. “I left Al a note. Also, we’re returning for dinner.”

We start strolling on the streets of Hell in two pairs. I watch the girls whispering sweetly at each other.

“So, tell me, toots,” Angel asks me. “Are ya considerin’ an acting career?”

I catch Vaggie’s healthy eye glimpse at me for a second. I don’t know what to make of it.

“Ha ha, very funny, Angel,” I almost whisper.

“No, seriously! That play was the right thing at the right time! It made my day.”

“Then I’m happy you’ve relished my suffering,” I mumble.

“It was predisposed to be boring, to be honest. Shakespeare? Why? But ya made it... Laughable! I have the video! D’you wanna watch it?”

“God, no!” I cut him short.

“Suit yaself!” he closes his eyes.

We talk and walk for the next five minutes until we reach a hair salon. Cherri waits for us in front of it.

“Angie! Elsa!” she greets us loudly. “Took ya long enough!”

“Sorry, tits! You tryna win over Husky!” Angel half excuses himself.

“Fortunately for me, I choose better than you.” Then she blinks sweetly at me and whispers in a seductive way: “So, Diana, how you doin’?”

“Ha! No chance,” I chuckle.

“You were sayin’...?” Angel smirks.

“Are we goin’ in or what?” Vaggie speaks out impatiently. She’s been watching us in annoyance. Charlie caresses her arm in an effort to soothe her.

“Tell me again, Vagina,” Angel rolls his eyes. “Why d’you wanna come in the first place?”

“It’s a girl’s evening, Angel,” Charlie reminds him.

“Plus Angel,” Vaggie points out.

“Plus Angel,” Charlie repeats.

“Let’s go, then!” Cherri nudges us.

I don’t get why we are in a hair salon in the first place until I find out that it is a tattoo and piercing salon as well.

“Who’s getting tattoos?” I ask curiously.

“Me and Vaggie!” Charlie jumps excitedly.

“And me,” Cherri adds.

We all turn to Angel, who shakes his head.

“Uhm, hello? This body is flawless!”

“And already full of pink stripes,” Vaggie points out.

“No one asked ya to look, Vags,” Angel hisses.

Cherri laughs while Vaggie only frowns at Angel.

“What are you going to get?” I ask Charlie and Vaggie.

“Oh, nothing...!” Charlie waves her hand. “Only a pair of tattoos to symbolize our eternal and infinite love for each other!”

“No biggie, in short words,” Angel rolls his eyes.

Vaggie sends him daggers from her eyes. I notice Cherri’s absence and look for her, only to find her seated already.

We start spreading throughout the salon. Charlie and Vaggie sit next to each other, while Cherri’s done with her bomb tattoo and goes for a new ear piercing. Angel’s satisfied with a new haircut.

“Angie!” Cherri screams from the other side of the salon. “You look so funny with curls!!!”

“Fear not, bestie, for not everyone can handle this level of fabulousness!”

I snort amused and lean on his chair.

“I think you look kinda cute,” I whisper to him.

“Whatcha doin’?” he looks at me in the mirror.

“Now? Nothing.”

“No, toots!” he chuckles. “Whatcha tryin’ here?”

I’ve thought about that. I’ve conceded there was no way everyone was going to ignore the fact that I haven’t tried anything. But I don’t want to make holes in my skin for no reason. And I’m not too fond of tattoos. I’ve got plenty already.

“I suppose I’ll try something with my hair as well.”

I sit on a chair in front of a mirror, studying my appearance. My color palette is mostly gray, black, and blue from my eyelids and irises. The only out-of-the-place aspect is my hair. The same one I had when I was alive.

“What do you want with your hair, sweetheart?” a succubi demon asks from my behind.

I’m not the same girl I was. I’m a demon, a sinner in Hell. Why keep something so inconsequential as my hair color to keep lying to myself that I don’t belong here?

“I want it black,” I declare.

“You sure?” she questions my choice, irritating me. “Black black would contrast with your pale-gray skin in a nasty way.”

“Then, what do you suggest?” I ask ironically.

Either she hasn’t caught the sarcasm or ignores it. She simply resumes: “You have a nice thing going on with the wolf thing. And the eyes are majestic! I’d suggest something that would highlight them. Like platinum white?”

A flashback turns my mirror reflection into the young girl I was. At my father’s parties, there were awfully lots of guests who looked at me, then at my father, and then asked me where my mother was from. I always kept answering that she was from France and she lived there for all of her life, as well as her parents until she moved to Scotland with my father. But they always were skeptical.

It annoyed me a lot.

Then, there were these maids that sometimes would exaggerate in dressing me in light colors that wouldn’t advantage me at all just to illustrate the perfect daughter of a perfect father.

Bright colors and especially white became a symbol of everything I should be and I am not. It was a lie that became a truth to hide the dark secrets that lay in me and my family.

“No white,” I reject.

The succubi look thoughtful for several seconds, playing with my hair, until her face brightens with an idea: “What about a dark blue? Dark navy? It would match your make-up!”

“I don’t do make-up,” I tell her.

“You don’t?” she looks at my eyelids. “Then...” She means to brush them, but I slap her hand.

“Ok. Dark navy it is.”

She squeals excitedly and begins to work.

After a quarter of an hour, I stare at someone resembling a sad poltergeist. I like it.

“Nice one, Elsa!” Angel winks. I look at him on my left. He’s a beauty.

“You’re one to talk,” I laugh shyly. Then I stand up and go to Charlie and Vaggie. They look at each other’s shoulders enchanted. Charlie has a small purple moth and Vaggie has a small red apple.

“They’re lovely,” I compliment them.

“They’re perfect!” Charlie trembles with energy. Vaggie is not far from it.

We all turn to see Cherri, who catwalks to us, showing off her biceps with the bomb tattoo.

“That’s fire!” Angel’s eyes shine.

“Wait for it!” Cherri stops him.

She takes her hair out of her face to exhibit her three new earrings. They’re positioned at the same distance on the earlobe.

“Oh, my Satan! I’m gonna faint!” Angel puts his hand on his forehead.

We all laugh and walk out of the salon.

“It suits you,” Charlie winks and I smile warmly.

We leave Cherri on our way to the hotel. I watch her jumping on the buildings as if they are trampolines.

We arrive at the hotel, only for an amazing smell to greet us. Husk has disappeared in the meantime, probably to dinner. We enter the dining room together and see the other three in the middle of what looked like a spat between the bartender and the overlord.

“At long last, you’ve made your grand entrance!” Alastor tilts his head, ignoring Husk’s interior blast. “I fretted that our supper would grow frigid whilst awaiting thy arrival!”

He looks my way for a brief moment, either to regard my newest appearance or to mock me. I ignore him, taking my seat next to Angel.

“Sorry, Al!” Charlie sits at the head of the table. “We had a girls’ night - evening out! I’m sure you can understand!” she laughs.

“A girls’ night out?” a foreign voice speaks. We all turn to the other head of the table, where a stylish, jaguar demon poses like a model. “Without moi?”

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Chapter 10: The Dinner(s)

At dinnertime, a loud, awful bell ring scares the hell out of me while I was rehearsing how to use the cutlery. It’s not like I don’t know how to use a fork and knife, but I really don’t know what to expect. Should I know what fork to choose to eat a salad or a piece of meat?

The sudden noise makes the hairs on my tail lift up. I seriously don’t know how I couldn’t hear it yesterday. Was I truly that asleep?

I check myself in the mirror. Other than my usual attire and self, I don’t see something strange. Oh, maybe only the big discomfort my eyes tremble with. I frown and it disappears.

I leave my room emotionless and let myself slide on the railing of the stairs. Even if the Hazbin Hotel is quite tall for a building, I unfortunately soon reach the ground floor. There’s no stalling time. I push the dining room door.

At the table, there are already Charlie and Vaggie. I see that the Husk guy attends this time. Then, I glance at the short girl I’ve never seen before.

I see Charlie sitting at the head of the table, obviously, and Vaggie to her right. The left seat is empty, and then it comes to the short girl, which I assume is the Kylie girl, and then Husker.

Next to Vaggie, there are three empty seats. I choose the farthest away.

“Welcome, Diana!” Charlie greets me as usual. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“The pleasure is mine,” my words taste like poison in my mouth.

I sit down and there immediately appears the plate and the cutlery. I frown at them, all so shiny and regal.

“Wassup, bitches!” Angel Dust makes his (vibrant purple) appearance. He winks at me before taking his seat.

“How many times have I told you?!” Vaggie mutters from his left. “No swearing during dinners!”

“Ok, Mom!” he rolls his eyes. “Wait, did Kylie return from whoever she’s meeting?”

“No,” Charlie answers.

“Then why’s there another seat?” he points to the right one.

“Because Husk and Niffty are here,” Vaggie points out the obvious,

“No shit,” Angel rolls his eyes again.

“Language!” Vaggie shouts.

I hear Husk groaning. The short girl, however, trembles excitingly. Looking at her, a question raises in my head: “Isn’t she...?”

“Sweet Diana, why don’t you come here?” Angel offers the right seat.

I reluctantly switch seats, grabbing my plate and cutlery in the process.

“Who are you then?” I ask the short girl.

“I’m Niffty!” she jumps on the table, startling everybody. Then, she offers her hand. “Nice to meet you!”

I hesitantly take her hand. She shakes it with surprising speed and force, causing my arm to feel like a noodle.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to greet you! I was in Husk’s room, all this time! Trying effortlessly to untangle his mess! You see, whenever I’m in Husk's room, I have to wear a mask because it stinks! And I was focused on doing my job, I forgot how time passes...”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Niffty!” Husk groans again. “You give me a fucking headache!”

“Language!” Vaggie yells again.

“I need a fucking drink...” He ignores her.

“So soon, my friend?”

A choir of laughter accompanies Alastor as he has materialized to Charlie’s left, startling her. Everyone turns their bored gaze toward him, including myself. Except for Niffty, who seems to radiate more energy in his presence.

“Haha! I’d presume you would wait at least for dinner to arrive. See what I have to offer!”

“Now that you’re here, I know I’m too sober for this,” Husk mutters under his breath.

Alastor takes his seat and, with a flick of his hand, materializes food on the center of the table. All of us stare at the delicacies, which smell and look amazing.

“I have to thank you, dear, for the deer! Ha ha!” he smiles at me, amused by his word game. “I’ve missed eating a purple deer, let alone cooking one!”

I study his face to see if there’s any hint of today’s espionage. But he’s all cheer. No hint of his spying. It still doesn’t discourage me.

“You’re most welcome,” I smile back.

I sniff around and identify deer ribeye. I put some on my plate. I vaguely notice the chatter around the table while I stare at the meat. Thoughts whirl in my head, thoughts that I’d let them free if I wasn’t surrounded by so many demons.

“Why, is there something wrong?”

It takes me some seconds to realize the question was meant for me. I look up and see Alastor, with his usual smile. The only difference is his predatory face.

“Not at all,” I smile politely, hoping to hide the ghosts from my past.

“You hardly touched the food,” he sweetly points out.

As a response, I grab my fork and knife and cut a piece, my eyes locked on his. Then, I eat it. The flavourous taste of it makes me forget everything that was clouding me one second ago. I prevent a moan from surfacing.

However, something on my face must have changed, because he grins satisfied, and then resumes eating.

I try to slowly eat, but there’s been a long time since I ate something so well-cooked. I usually just leave my meat to heat up for a while before eating it. There's a saying that they’re two kinds of people: the ones that eat to live or live to eat. I’m the first kind.

Regardless, the richness of flavors ambushed me and all of my instincts tell me to eat it as fast as I can before I lose it. Of course, I have more self-control than that, but it is a kind of torture.

I try to focus on the others.

“Even if we’re not all of us here,” Charlie begins to say, “I am still so grateful that we’re together and we’re welcoming our newest resident, Diana!”

There’re a few glances towards me, but other than that nothing special.

“Since this hotel opened its doors, we’re more and we’re better! I am so thankful for how much this project evolved. Regardless, there’s always room for improvement! So I’m planning on organizing some event, a bigger event, to allure sinners. I know I have already done that several times with little success...” Charlie glances around shyly, “but this time, I want this to be proper and perfect! So there’s no way anyone can question the hotel’s reputation anymore!”

She glimpses at Alastor, but then quickly turns. I don’t get why.

“I am asking you, the residents of this hotel, to offer some ideas of what this event could be!”

The silence that follows her is pressuring everybody.

“I, for instance,” she breaks the silence, “was thinking of a musical!”

“Charlie...” Vaggie sighs.

“Who doesn’t love musicals?” Charlie keeps on, unbothered. “Right, Al?”

“Of course, my dear,” he chuckles.

A fret surrounds the table which seemingly avoids the upper-right corner.

“Shoulda be the ice breaker then?” Angel speaks to a pocket mirror in his hand. Then, he looks at Charlie: “Need I remind ya how ya last musical went?”

“There’s no need,” Vaggie eyes him. Then, she speaks with a fancy woman's voice: “Breaking news! It seems that porn actor Angel Dust just joined the...”

“Ya still upset ‘bout that?” he rolls his eyes. “Just get a life!”

Vaggie’s iris turns into a skull.

“Ah, right!” he chuckles. “Ya can’t.”

“Okayyy...” Charlie cuts in before Vaggie launches at Angel’s throat, “I see your point, Angel, even if... Nevermind! I’m open to other ideas as well!”

She looks around the table, especially at the quiet ones: Niffty, Husk, and me.

My face stays the same: expressionless. I really can’t think of any idea right now that would convince depressed losers and jerks to turn good.

She sees that, so she tries with Husk instead.

“What can you say, Husk?”

“Oh, I dunno,” he shrugs without energy.

“Try!”

“Ugh...” he thinks for a few seconds, eyeing the drink in his hand. “Maybe... A wine tasting?”

“Of course,” Vaggie mutters.

“And what would be the purpose of this wine tasting other than getting yourself even more drunk than this?” Alastor leans his head on his hand, looking at him.

“Hey! She asked me for an idea; I gave her an idea!”

“Ya like tasting, Husky?” Angel speaks seductively. “How about you taste...?”

“ANGEL DUST!” Vaggie shouts at him.

“What?” his eyes sparkle mischievously. “I was just suggesting he should try the Cherry Cider Cherri's selling. It’s divine!”

“So, it is a drink after all!” I point out.

He turns to me to wink funnily. I smile entertained.

The rest of the evening resumes with worse and worse ideas. However, when Angel implies an orgy would be quite effective, the majority of us, including myself, suddenly decide that we had enough of the food. The dinner is over.

I retreat to my room and tune in to the small radio on a nightstand. It feels weird to hear the host talking, now that I know him. It feels weirder to know he’s some feet away, judging by the presence of the radio tower incorporated into the hotel.

No names.

☽

After a long day of hunting, today’s chef, which seems to be Vaggie, decided to keep the rabbit I brought for another time. Instead, she delighted in boiling chicken soup.

“This was my abuela’s recipe,” my ears pick up her whispered words towards Charlie.

The Princess smiles warmingly and kisses her on the cheek. Angel pointedly drops his spoon into the soup.

“So,” Charlie speaks up, a little bit flustered, “after our talk yesterday, as well as some advising here and there,” she glances first at Alastor, then at Vaggie, “I came to the conclusion of organizing a gala in one month!”

“Gala?” Angel sighs. “Not a party?”

“Seeming that at the last party you ended up out of it, we think it’s the best idea,” Vaggie bites.

“I’m so sorry, Vaggie,” Angel says sarcastically, “that the only way to have fun around here is to drink.”

Vaggie breathes hard as if to refrain. I don’t know whose idea was to put them next to each other.

“Anyway,” Charlie breaks the silence, “I was thinking of the theme of flowers for the gala. They’re so rare here, and beautiful! They might cheer some demons up!”

“Or give ‘em allergies,” Angel mutters under his breath.

“What do you all think?” Charlie asks us.

“Ah! I personally think it’s quite an elegant idea!” Alastor answers. “I shall help you with the music, then!”

“Is it going to be ol’ music again?” Angel asks, almost exasperated. “Last time you chose, some of the guests died of boredom. Literally.”

“This time we won’t invite anyone!” Charlie cuts in before Alastor can say something. “It is meant to attract more... distinguished demons. Like Alastor’s friend, Rosie.”

I notice a pleasant smile on Alastor’s face.

“Does this mean Angel can’t come?” Husk asks, relieved.

Angel starts to say something, showing him a middle finger, but Charlie interrupts him: “Everyone at the hotel is invited, Husk. Including you.”

“To serve drinks, I presume,” he mutters under his breath.

“No, to attend,” Charlie clarifies.

He looks at her quite bewildered. I don’t know how it was in the past, but I guess he was never invited as a guest.

“Why invite only a few?” I ask Charlie. “Isn’t it a kind of discrimination?”

Vaggie looks at me with a warning eye, but Charlie merely gestures: “Giving the last two galas, where we did invite anyone and ended poorly, this time I target a selective few. I think that if we start small first, we can spread good energy about the hotel and then attract other demons as well.”

“Does it mean inviting mainly Overlords?” I wonder.

“Not really,” she disagrees. “It means inviting influential people. Only for this gala. See if we can accomplish something this way.”

“An experiment...” I whisper.

“Does it mean I can wear my new dress?” Niffty suddenly asks with big eyes.

“Yes, of course!” Charlie looks at her dearly. I suppose the girl attracts quite easily the affection of others. I met her yesterday for the first time, but I feel I would unreasonably fight for her if she’d be put in any danger.

“Can I wear my new dress too?” Angel bats his eyelashes, copying Niffty.

“Uhm... Sure?”

“As long as it’s appropriate,” Vaggie hisses at him.

“And it doesn’t give you any improper ideas!” Alastor cocks one eyebrow.

“Can it give you any ideas?” Angel... flirts with Alastor?

“I can assure you, niminy-piminy spider, that Hell’s going to freeze before that happens.”

“Y’know,” Angel stretches himself over the table towards the Radio Demon, “I am the reason why Hell’s so hot!”

“Amazing! So all it takes is to remove you and then it gets back to normal!” Alastor snickers.

“Oh, boy,” Angel kind of whispers to himself. “I didn’t think this through.”

“E-xactly!”

“Can we all go back to discussing the pressing issue?” Vaggie sighs, annoyed.

“Which was...?” Angel asks.

“My dress!” Niffty jumps from her seat.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts.

Niffty sits back deflated. Her smile is still there, though.

What’s the matter with this non-stop smiling? It’s creepy.

For the rest of dinner, they all discuss details about this supposed Gala. I listen, mostly watching the ongoing debate like a ping-pong match. There are Angel Dust’s sexual jokes or Vaggie’s non-stop complaints... It’s almost comical.

In my room, I turn on the TV where, on 666 news, a similar battle like the one from dinner takes place between two hosts and a chef.

No names.

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Day three. Dinner number three. And it seemed it all went the same. We even had soup again.

I managed to get used to this new environment of non-stop buzzing around me.

And when I say that, I mean I completely ignore it.

However, the conversation takes a weird turn, and I prick up my ears.

“And this is why a smile saves you lots of troubles,” Alastor tells Vaggie. “Speaking of trouble, have you heard, my dear? What happened some days ago in the center?”

“The hide-and-seek party that turned into an orgy?” Angel’s eyes widen.

“No,” Alastor bluntly cuts him. Then, he turns to Vaggie.

“That some fools tried to steal from Jewls fashion shop, then?” she asks, confused.

The Deer Demon nods.

“Yeah, apparently they escaped,” Vaggie shrugs. “For now.”

A chill goes through me and I look at Angel. He looks quite relaxed, but I notice his stillness. He doesn’t know what Alastor knows. Judging by the approach to this discussion, I suspect what the Radio Demon tries to achieve.

“Didn’t they identify them?” Charlie asks worriedly. “To steal from this kind of shop... It’s almost suicidal.”

“Apparently, they only have their descriptions for now,” Vaggie says uninterested. “They’ll identify them in a matter of hours.”

“Oh no, they already did,” Alastor smiles enormously. “Well, at least one of them.”

I stare at him as if to say You’re on thin ice, but I know it’s fruitless. My hand clenches on the knife. For therapeutic reasons.

Angel swallows heavily on my left. I don’t look at him, not to give any clue of anything unusual here. Still, I feel him tense.

I am tense.

“Really?” Vaggie asks uninterested. “And why should I trouble myself on knowing them?”

“Hey, Alastor!” I call him. He turns to me, with one eyebrow up. Curious. Arrogant. “How about I tell you why you’re so obvious?”

Everyone turns to me, quite surprised by my sudden intervention. I am pretty sure they already have a quiet picture of me. My sudden outburst, especially directed at the Radio Demon, is not something even I could have foreseen.

However, it seems Alastor doesn’t think the same, as his smile only widens.

Maybe he’s the only one who knows what I’m trying to do. A deal. I give him an opportunity to receive information, something that he clearly wants, based on his spying and constant teleports. In exchange, he keeps his mouth shut.

A choice for him: knowledge versus entertainment.

I ignore the fact that I don’t quite know what I can offer him to be useful. I have some ideas and, as long as I play confidently, I can earn what I want.

“I’d be delighted to hear your piercing observation,” he leans his head to one side.

“Even if you have the element of surprise, you do the same thing every time,” I say sweetly. “Your pattern is your weakness, and some demons can see it.”

I hear Angel snort next to me. I may have subtly borrowed some of his words.

Alastor’s smile remains, but his eyes narrow. I can tell it didn’t quite satisfy him. But is it sufficient? It was an honest answer.

“Oh, she burnt ya!” Husk laughs. I see that he already has an empty glass at his side.

However, everyone else stays still, waiting for him. There’s always this tense atmosphere that I don’t really get. Sure, he’s an Overlord, but Charlie is the freaking Princess of Hell. If it’s about power, wouldn’t they be more scared of her?

“Thank you, dear,” he says. “I shall consider your remark.”

It’s neither a yes nor a no. I can’t decide if he took the deal.

I look at Angel for a brief second. He seems a little bit more relieved. I want to say to him something to loosen up, but I can’t dare to suggest letting his guard down. For all we know, the shop owners know him. And he’s famous. Quite easy to find.

“Anyway...” Charlie breaks the silence, “Speaking of interesting events... I’ve already made the list of guests! It is non-negotiable, I’m afraid!” she glances at Alastor. “I’ve already started making the invites!”

“Oh, then I suppose you’ll have to announce your gala soon enough,” Alastor wonders. “Or, to say, I shall.”

“Thank you, Al!” she looks at him gratefully, as it seems there’s no opposition to the guest's list.

However, she doesn’t seem to have picked on his dark implication. Vaggie has, though, as she stiffens.

“Why do you say soon?” she asks him suspiciously.

“Oh, just for everyone to have time to get ready,” he waves a hand. “Some of the guests might have some other pressing issues... to deal with.”

“If you know something, Alastor, just bloody say it,” Vaggie gets impatient.

She somehow broke her own rule, but I don’t get to react anyhow since Alastor has decided to drop a bomb:

“Oh, nothing much! Only that they’ll be occupied with chasing Angel Dust.”

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A/N: Hey, guys!

I just wanted to say that I am so grateful of your support! I worked so hard on this story and drawings and there will be definitely more… maybe even a second book? Who knows?

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