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The gangster scoffed, taking a haul off his cigarette as he shook his head, brows knitting together as he ducked his head and decided on walking by. If he opened his mouth, he knew he was going to say something 'Angel' wouldn't want to hear and he figured it was best for both of them, that he didn't though that didn't stop him from letting out a grunt of disgust as he passed him by, slipping a hand in his pocket as he did.

"Disgraceful." He muttered louder then he probably meant to but it was harder not to comment on Angels line of work then he originally thought.

Valentino could have him skinned alive for this. He knew that Anthony was strictly off-limits, that nobody had the authority to touch him or look at him lustfully, unless Valentino was showing him off. He did that rather frequently at the various galas and other royal gatherings, displaying his betrothed as though he were some coveted trophy or item. That was where and how Ash had met him, in fact. He may have been a knight, but he had never been fond of such gatherings, and generally liked to keep himself to himself. When he had gone out to ostensibly get some air, he’d seen Anthony, crying to himself over the shameful treatment he’d gone through, both in public and private. One thing led to another, and they began to talk. Ash had expressed a genuine interest in Anthony as a person, not as a “forbidden fruit”. They continued to meet secretly over the next few months, and in time, they fell in love.

(@spinningawebofsin Angel was in the mood for Christmas threads. Hope this is ok!)

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Angel laughed. “Good~” he purred as he started getting out ingredients for them to cook with. “So, what should we do first~?”

Fuck, he was sore... Cypher had sworn he would never get himself into this sort of trouble again. Not after Rich and the figurative hell the man had put him through. And yet, here he was. Really, it was because he hadn't had a choice. He'd been faced with an overlord declaring Cypher was cutting in on his territory. He really hadn't wanted to deal with that.

And so here he was. The last client he'd been sent to was awful. The man had seemed fascinated by the numbers that appeared carved into his skin. Cypher had barely gotten through that without any additional carvings. The fact that coming back to the studio was a relief was a pretty terrible commentary.

As he trudged back up the stairs, he spotted a familiar face. He had seen Angel's Dust around the studio. There was no way he could fail to recognize him. The spider's face was everywhere. Right now, though, the sinner looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. Cypher watched him for a second, trying to decide whether or not to get involved. He hadn't really decided before he found himself asking quietly, "Hey. You alright?"

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Stolas was slightly ashamed of having made the call. He knew that would be looked down upon among the Goetia. Soliciting a prostitute, of all things. Bitterly, he thought they'd probably rather a sinner demon than an imp. But that wasn't why he had chosen Angel Dust. The man was stunning, not to mention a skilled dancer. He hoped he'd be just as good at providing a bit of company. He had described it as something almost resembling a date and had cringed at the implications of that, but had pressed on anyway. At least this time both parties were clear going into it that this was just a transaction. There would be no romantic entanglements and no unexpected sense of one using the other.