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Show business was a cut throat business. At least that’s what the humans say, a famous old phrase said in Hollywood. Of course it doesn’t really involved cutting people’s throats, it’s just an expression. But down here in Hell it was exactly that.
And Cherri Bomb has seen it enough time by her best friends’ side.
“Where is that asshole?” Cherri grumbled for the eleventh time, checking her phone.
“Angie will be here soon, Cherri. Trying to relax,” Molly assured her with a smile.
“What is this thing we are doing tonight again?” Cherri asked.
“We’re doing a big promotion for an Overlord that is paying us a lot of money for Angel’s appearance,” Molly informed her.
“Please tell me it’s not for Vox,” Cherri shivered at the thought of that bastard.
“Hell no! I will never arrange anything with him,” Molly scowled at the thought of him, “I would never have anything to do with him or Valentino. Do you really think I would do that to Angel after what happened?”
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten at all. But who is it?”
“Someone you wouldn’t know, they’re more low-key. You probably wouldn’t care anyway.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Let’s head in and wait for Angie,” suggested Molly, getting out of the car.
Cherri moved out from the passage seat, stretching her small bat wings before stretching her arms up above her head. Being in the car for so long really wasn’t ideal when you have wings and a tail. The only good thing that Molly’s car provided was that it didn’t have a top so that their horns didn’t scratch the roof of it. Cherri would hate herself if she ruined Molly’s car because she wasn’t careful with her horns.
Following Molly to the back of the car Molly popped open the trunk and grabbed a large makeup case and bag, while Cherri grabbed the shoe bag and cloth bag. Once they got what they need Molly locked the car up and headed inside the large convention center where the promotion party was being held.
The place was large inside, where it was getting set up for tonight’s big event, as demons rushed all over the place to make sure everything was in order for tonight. Molly managed to flutter over to one of the demons that weren’t too busy, asking directions of where they are needed, the demon quickly told her and pointing to where they needed to go, towards the elevators. She thanked the demon and headed back to Cherri.
“I’m going to call him,” Cherri stated, brushing her long bangs to reveal both of her eyes before it fell back and hid half of her face again.
“That might be a good idea. We do need time to make sure he’s ready for tonight,” Molly agreed.
They came to the elevators, Molly pressing the button that will take them up.
Cherri dialed Angel’s number with her free hand, bring it to her ear.
The phone rang a few times before he finally answered.
“What’s up, sugar tits,” answered Angel.
“Where the fuck are you, bitch?” demanded Cherri, with no real bite to her voice.
The elevator dinged at its arrival, opening the doors for the girls to allow them inside.
“Relax; I’m on my way as we speak. We had a small, unexpected, detour because the bastard I hired wanted to enjoy his coffee!” Angel yelled but it wasn’t directed at Cherri.
In the background she could faintly hear what sounded like old music with a little radio static.
“Well just hurry up,” Cherri followed Molly in, “The event starts in an hour now and you need to get ready.”
Molly pressed the button to go up once the doors closed.
Angel sighed, “Trust me; I’m very aware of that. We’ll be there as soon as possible. So just-What?” Angel paused, sounding as if someone on the other end was talking to him, “Fuck duh, you asshole. Of course I would like to get there faster! At this rate we’ll arrive when the event is over!”
Molly looked to Cherri curiously, who shrugged at Molly for she wasn’t sure what was going on.
“What do you mean you can get there in a jiff? You drive-SHIT!!” Angel screamed.
Cherri jumped when Angel screamed, even startling Molly.
“Angel! Angel, are you okay!” Cherri yelled.
“I’m fine!” Angel called over the phone, sounding terrified, “Looks like we’ll be there soon, Cherri. If I survive the ride! Watch the pole! Watch the pole!”
The call cut off from there.
“What’s wrong? Is Angie okay?” Molly asked, scared of what happened to her brother.
Cherri looked at her phone for a moment before answering, “I think he’ll be here shortly,” she said.
The elevator stopped, dinging, as the doors opened.
Molly sighed, “I guess we have no choice but to wait for him,” she stepped out first.
Cherri followed Molly out, still concern for Angel, but knew he will be here in one piece.
The floor they were on was nice, everything looked clean and neat, as if someone actually gave a shit about the building and wished to keep it nice. Up here is where more of the offices and large lounge rooms were located, acting as dressings from what the demon told Molly downstairs.
There were only two demons up here, one sitting up behind a large desk, who pointed to the direction they needed to go when Cherri asked where they need to be. Following their direction they passed one guard standing in the restricted section, allow the girls in.
Molly fiddled around inside the large bag over her shoulder with her free hand, trying to find her organizer for the event.
She hit something soiled, not watching where she was going, falling backwards to the ground as everything in her bag rolled out onto the floor.
“Ow,” she whined.
“You okay, Molls?” Cherri asked, instantly at her side.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered.
“Sorry about that,” Molly’s organizer was held up in front of her, “I hope you aren’t hurt.”
Molly looked up to see a large grey Hellhound was crouched down in front of her, holding her book.
“You fucking brute,” Cherri hissed at him, “You should-“
“It’s alright, Cherri,” Molly cut her off; “He didn’t do anything. It’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Yeah, it was an accident, relax,” said the Hellhound.
Molly took the organizer, smiling at the Hellhound as he helped her up.
“Thank you,” she said.
“No problem. Let me help you out here,” he said, kneeling down to pick up Molly’s fallen items.
“Oh, you don’t need, to,” Molly told him, kneeling down to put everything into her bag.
“I don’t mind, it’s all cool,” said the Hellhound.
With help from the Hellhound, Molly managed to gather everything back into her bang.
“Thank you again,” said Molly, “I’m Molly by the way.”
“The name is Vortex. But my friends call me Tex,” Vortex introduced himself.
“It’s nice to meet you, Tex. This is my friend, Cherri Bomb,” Molly introduced.
“What up?” Cherri greeted.
“You guys here for the event as well?” Tex asked.
“Yeah, my brother is a celebrity guest tonight,” said Molly.
“Oh, you mean Angel Dust? That’s cool. I didn’t know he had a sister,” said Tex.
“We’re twins actually,” stated Molly.
“I can defiantly see the resemblance. I never met the guy but I have seen one of his performances once,” said Tex.
“You’re not a weird fan are ya?” Cherri eyed him, “Is that why you are here.”
“Nah, I’m actually here for security for my boss tonight. She’s preforming for the event,” answered Tex.
“Preforming?” Cherri asked.
“We didn’t know there was another celebrity guest tonight, we thought it was just Angie,” said Molly.
“Yeah, I guess they wanted to do a show too, so they got Verosika at the last minute two days ago,” explained Tex.
Somewhere in the back, you could almost hear a train wreck.
“Excuse me, who did you say was performing,” Cherri asked calmly.
“Verosika Mayday,” answered Tex.
Molly groaned.
Cherri seethed in rage, looking behind Tex to see the temporally dressing rooms. One door held a nice sign with Verosika’s name on it. The other had a sign with Angel Dust’s name on it but it was scribbled off and was replaced with Verosika’s name in a black sharpie.
Cherri dropped her stuff and marched to the door.
“Cherri!” Molly called out, chasing after her.
But Molly was ignored as Cherri flung open the door, blasted in the face with pop music and the smell of weed. The room was filled with Verosika’s crew; lounge around, laughing and drinking, with the bitch herself at the center off it.
Cherri marched over to the stereo, turning it off with her fists, catching everyone attention in the room.
“Get out of our room!” Cherri demanded.
Silence fell over the room before they all burst out laughing at Cherri, making her even angrier.
“Look what the mangled cat dragged in,” Kiki, one of Verosika’s crew said.
“I didn’t realize the zoo was missing a gorilla,” said Ace.
They laughed again.
Cherri’s temper rose, “Shut your fucking mouths you two cent sluts! This is our room, we were assigned to it. So get the fuck out!”
“Yeah, no,” Verosika said, making herself comfortable on the couch, “I like this room better; it has better lighting for my complexion. The other is like a cave, so dark and dreary, perfect for you guys since no one bothers to look at your ugly asses. I’m doing you a favor.”
Cherri growled.
“Cherri,” Molly, placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her, “Why don’t you let me handle this.”
“Hey, it looks like shit bomb needs someone to fight her battles for her,” said Milky.
Everyone laughed.
Molly glared at that commented.
“Verosika,” Molly stepped forward, remaining calm as she stared Verosika down, “We were assigned rooms. You cannot go and change them because you didn’t like the lighting. So I’m going to ask you nicely, one last time, to please leave and return to your own room.”
Verosika smirked, standing up to face Molly, “So the clone bitch is trying to play nice. Well, my answer is fuck off.”
Molly glared at her, “I’m trying to be polite, I have manners after all. Unfortunately I thought you would have some to but it seems you live in a cave, banged a few to many Neanderthals that caused you to drop your IQ down, did they?”
“Burn!” Cherri laughed.
Verosika growled, glaring behind her when she heard a few snickers from her crew, who shut up instantly.
“Vortex!” she called.
Vortex entered the room.
“Get rid of these losers! They’re trespassing in MY dressing room,” she ordered.
“This is our room, whore!” Cherri yelled at her.
“Sorry ladies. I have to ask you to leave. Or else I will have to make you,” Vortex warned.
“This is bullshit!” yelled Cherri, “Just because you are a star doesn’t give you the right to do whatever the fuck you want! Angel is just as big as a star as you! And he doesn’t have to take shit from a rat bitch like you, and neither will we.”
“Is that a threat?” Verosika glared.
Vortex growled, moving to stand in front of Verosika to protect her.
“Cherri,” Molly warned her but it fell on death ears.
“And what if it was?” Cherri stepped in front of Vortex, hovering in the air to stare him down at eye level.
“Damn Cherri, I can hear you yelling all the way down at the main floor.”
Molly looked to the doorway to see her brother standing there, in all his glory, looking to be in one piece.
Angel took a moment to look at the room before stepping in, lifting his sunglasses up.
“You guys having a party in here without inviting me? I’m hurt,” Angel joked with a smirk.
Verosika glared at Angel, “Angel Dust.”
Angel look to her, returning the look, “Verosika Mayday,” he moved to stand in front of her, passing Vortex.
“I heard you were going to be at this event when they told me about it. They most have figured they needed me to save this thing that you obviously can’t,” she said.
“Actually, they told me yesterday you might be here when they called me and begged me to come and make an appearance. They even offered me a car just to show up. So they must figure I would be able to save this thing if they already got you,” Angel smirked.
“At least I’m a real performer that can bring the house down. You are just a wannabe tap dancer that spins around on a pole all day,” she shot back.
Angel leered at her for a moment before smirked again, “At least people want me for my body, my natural body,” he ran his hands down his curves, catching the attention of Verosika’s boys in her crew, “I just have to move a little bit to gain people’s attention, while you have to actually try to gain attention by being on a large stage, with your fake boobs, which I totally can see you had them done again.”
Cherri and Molly snorted behind their hands, trying not to laugh.
“At least I have a bigger fan base then you with everyone climbing over each other to get a piece of this ass,” Verosika shot back.
Angel snorted, “You mean people like Blitzo?”
“Oh! No he didn’t!” yelled Apple.
“As lovely as our chats are, get the fuck out of my room,” sneered Verosika.
“Last I check this was my dressing room,” Angel pointed to the open door where the paper sign with Verosika’s name was on the ground now, revealing Angel’s name on the door, “So I’m going to ask you to get out.”
Verosika laughed, “Really, now? You think I’m going to do what you ask?”
“Oh I’m not asking; I’m telling ya, whore.”
“Here’s the thing, I don’t have to do anything. I have you met my new bodyguard, Vortex,” she pointed to.
Angel looked up at Vortex, looking at him lazily.
“I’m afraid I’m going to ask you to leave, I will only warn you once,” stated Vortex.
“Cute puppy you got there. Where did you find him, at the pound,” Angel teased.
Outside of the room, in the hall, the lights started to dim as shadows began to crawl up the walls.
“Vortex is employed by the best protection programs in Hell, that only the most famous can afford, which sadly doesn’t apply to you,” said Verosika.
Angel scuffed, “Best protection my ass. I got something even better than that.”
That’s when the sound of an old radio began to fill the room.
Angel smirked, “Let me introduced you my bodyguard.”
Outside of the door, hidden in the shadows, you could see a tall dark form with glowing red eyes and a large fang smile. The dark form stepped into the light of the room, revealing a tall, red and black, Hellhound, in red stripe suit, a staff in hand, as he continued to smile everyone in the room, sending cold shivers down their spines.
Angel fluttered over the hound’s side; snuggling up to his side as he felt the hound tense under his touch and the radio music screeched a little.
“This is Alastor, he’s my new bodyguard. He’s temporally unfortunately but I’m trying to persuade him to be full time,” Angel purred.
“Boundaries, remember,” Alastor said, gently pushing Angel off of him with his staff, gaining a pout.
Angel grumbled before looking to Verosika and her crew, noting that the cocky attitudes they once had was now gone, replaced with uneasiness at the sight of Alastor.
“Al,” Angle started, “Verosika here is sadly trespassing in my dressing room and refuses to leave. Even threaten little old me,” he gave him a cute pout.
“You probably deserve it,” Alastor mumbled, earning a glare from Angel.
“Angie’s right,” said Molly, coming up beside Alastor, “Cherri and I have asked them to leave but they refused to do so before you guys arrived.”
“Well that simply won’t do!” Alastor’s smile widens as he looked to Vortex, who looked uneasy now, “My dear boy, surely I know you have enough manners in you to do what these lovely ladies ask you, and leave.”
“It’s-“ Vortex’s voice cracked before he cleared his throat and tried again, “It’s actually Verosika’s decision of what to do. I-I just do what I am told to do, sir.”
Alastor’s gaze shifted to Verosika, who actually looked scared as her crew coward in the back.
“Madam,” he began in a sweet voice, “I must ask you to leave on the behalf of my employers.”
Not one for being told what to do Verosiks gathered her courage and glared at Alastor.
“And what, old man? You think you can walk in here and tell me what to do. Ha, don’t make me laugh, you bag of fleas that can’t even get it up,” mocked Verosika, making her crew behind her laugh.
But Alastor’s smile never wavered as he watched them laugh, while Angel, Molly, and Cherri looked to Verosika in shock that she actually had the nerve to say that to Alastor of all people.
That’s when Angel realized that Verosika didn’t know who Alastor was.
Alastor then stepped forward, towering over Verosika as she fell silent.
“I will ask one more time,” he said, as the shadows in the room began to climb up the walls, while his smile widens unnaturally and his eyes turned into radio dials, “LeAvE iF yOu VaLuE yOuR mIsErAbLe LiVeS.”
Suddenly Verosika, Tex, and the rest of the crew quickly fled out of the room as fast as they could, leaving Alastor, Angel, Molly, and Cherri the only ones inside.
Cherri suddenly laughed, “Oh that was so awesome! Did you see the looks on their faces? It was priceless.”
“Bitch had it coming,” Angel casually commented.
“This place is a mess now,” Molly signed at the state Verosika’s crew left it in.
“Worry not, my dear!” Alastor snapped his fingers, as his voodoo magic got to work to clean the place up, making it spotless.
“Ah, much better,” sighed Molly.
“Let’s get things set up,” commented Cherri, “Where is did I put the clothes again?”
“You left them in the hall,” said Molly, placing her stuff on the couch.
“I knew that… sort of,” Cherri lied.
Molly sighed, “Come on, I’ll help you get them.”
The girls left the room, leaving Alastor and Angel alone.
“Cherri did have a good point,” Angel was at Alastor’s side again, running a finger up Alastor’s furry chest as he purred, “That was awesome to see that bitch run scared for her lift, hot even.”
Alastor gave Angel annoyed looked.
“It even got me hot and bothered,” Angel continued, pressing himself against Alastor, “I’m sure you can smell how wet I am with that nose,” he gently bopped Alastor on said nose.
Alastor sighed, pushing Angel off of him again, “We have a professional relationship. Please remember that. I am only here to finish my end of the deal.”
“But you were the one that came to me to make that deal, remember. You needed me,” Angel said with a cheeky attitude.
“And I regret doing so,” grumbled Alastor.
“I’m warming up to you, I know I am,” said Angel, “I bet before our deal is finished you’ll want a piece of this gorgeous ass. I always wanted to try a Hellhound’s cock. I’ve been told that their knots are mind blowing.”
The radio screeched out for a moment as Alastor coughed, hiding his embarrassment.
Alastor was really regretting coming to Angel Dust for that deal now.