"Angel tucked the papers under one arm and scooted, whispering at Alastor as he left the records room. “Hiya. How’s my time?” “Just under ten,” Alastor admitted. “Very impressive, Angel.” Damn you say Thank you Angel

"Alastor: My thoughts exactly, my dear. Angel sighed with a smile. My dear. He shook himself. Holy shit, I’m pathetic. " (They're texting) EBFVGRYUCFG UJIH B HELPIMDYING

Theroy time for who knows why spoiler alert read the book first it's, https://archiveofourown.org/works/21641209/chapters/52370878#workskin I think the person that Val is trying to take out isn't Alastor I think Alastor is working together with Val to take down some one else possibly Angel.

"“Hey, you guys talking about me?” He said teasingly. Charlie’s gaze flicked to Alastor. The Radio Demon turned and winked at Angel. He said, “Only good things, darling!” “Obviously,” Angel said. “Anyways, Al, I’m here for a bit, but I have to be getting back to the studio.” THE PLAN IS IN FULL PURSUIT MY RADIODUSTERS HFVIEYDUSCVFJHHVRTJ

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Alastor is so well mannered vuiyurgfdjhgfcgxsgh

Angel saw ****ing red. "He heard Val’s screech before he tasted his pimp’s blood -- Angel’s venomous incisors sunk into Valentino’s arm and ripped away fabric and skin. Angel was halfway down the hallway before he realized there was meat in his mouth. Angel spat it out, feeling sick, but there was no time for that." RUN ANGEL RUNNNNN OH MY RUN TO ALASTOR

“You ****ing *****!” Valentino roared. “You goddamn stupid slut!” *heavy breathing* HE IS NOT SLUT YOU **** EVENTHOHESAPORNSTARBUTBRUH *Angry vibrating intensifies*

"“There’s only one way out of this room,” Val said, louder. “And even if you make it out, Stolas is at the end of the hallway. And he can turn your organs inside out, baby. Just by lifting a finger.” Oh shit. Well, that was unpleasant news. Angel thought of his night with Stolas. The owl had been polite, treated him well during their tussle, and had walked him to the door the morning after. He’d kissed his hand. He hadn’t called Angel a slut or a whore. Angel thought of Alastor -- undemanding, taking only what Angel was able to offer. Angel was stuck in this ****ing room because of his own errors. He hadn’t been ordered or chased here by Alastor’s deal. Val’s shadow was creeping closer. Angel set his jaw and shimmied away, eyes on the exit. “I won’t hurt your pretty face, Angel,” Val cooed breathlessly. “I’ll just break a finger or two. You’ve got plenty, after all. I’ll still have use for you after this, don’t you worry. You can still come home to Daddy.

Angel shuddered, feeling nauseous. Val was coming around the corner. Now. Angel shot to his feet, brandishing a revolver in each hand. “You’ve made a big mistake, Valentino,” he hissed. Angel Dust opened fire." YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

KICK HIS NO GOOD FACE Im not like this oh shiz this book is changing me

“Oh god --” Angel couldn’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Someone was gently holding his upper right arm, rubbing circles. Someone was stroking his hair. Al is stroking my hair. Ah ****. Angel told himself sternly to calm down. It took several deep, difficult breaths, but soon Angel was able to look Alastor in the eye. Alastor’s muted grin brightened. “I got your fax.” “Thank ****,” Angel sighed. He closed his eyes. Al’s hand fell to his face, wiping away a spot of green. “Rosie has until this weekend. Maybe longer, since I --” “Why hello, Alastor.” Stolas was smiling in the doorway both Angel and Alastor had forgotten to close. Alastor was deadly silent. Purposefully, he stepped in front of Angel. His microphone stand sizzled into his palm with a pop of lime. “Hello, Stolas. You’re as punctual as ever.” *heavy breathing* suspense

"Alastor was lit like a satellite, red hair frazzled with static. The tails of his coat were fluttering, despite the lack of wind, and he seemed taller than he’d ever been before. It was terrifying. It was also very sexy." God dammit Angel

YES YES THE WHORE KING IS DEAD OUR ANGEL IS FREE FREE I TELL YOU but not free to buy, no no

wait maybe he's dead

ANGEL IS HOLDING HANDS WITH ALAASYUDDFEYUISDHOJODF

NO WHY HASEYF WHYYYYY ITS NOT FINNISHED THAT WAS THE LAST CHAPTER

oh wait is done

where*

Here's the book uwu https://archiveofourown.org/works/21641209/chapters/52370878#workskin