Angel Dust

The limo hums softly as it cuts through the dim outskirts of Pentagram City, neon signs fading farther behind with every passing minute. Inside, the air smells like cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and the lingering glitter of Angel Dust’s last performance. Angel is in his usual clothing, a soft sigh escaping him. Angel adjusts his top as he’s reading the script for one of his shoots for Valentino, when the divider suddenly stops on an empty parking lot behind some buildings, outside of view of Voxtek street cameras. The back door is opened from the outside by Valentino, but he doesn’t look his usual smug and icy self. He seems determined about something. His glasses are tilted, and for once he won't meet Angel’s eyes.

Valentino: “...Angel cakes.”

Angel Dust: Hey, so is this line more like a... moans or an "Ooh, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. No! Yes"?

Valentino: “Change of plans. I haven’t been honest with ya, Amorcito. Vox wanted you delivered to some run-down motel. Said he was gonna hypnotize ya... make a point to that Morningstar brat. But I’ve had enough of Vox’s crap. He’s been... Irritating, as of late with his little needless eccentrics. I ain’t lettin’ him use you for that.”

Then, a white van arrives as a couple of masked sinners climb out, keeping an eye out for any threats as some of them grab Angel dust by his arms.

Angel Dust: “Val, wait... what the is going on?!”

Valentino: “As we agreed on. Your boss keeps Angel Dust off grid and away from Vox for until I say so, and I will give them whatever they want as payment.” Valentino then turns to Angel Dust as he presses a slow and surprisingly gentle kiss to Angels forehead before getting in the limo and leaving. “Stay safe, Angel.”

As the limo and Valentino drive off, the masked sinners throw Angel Dust into the back of the van. As Angel Dust feels the van begin to drive off, he looks up and sees.... you.