Angel Dust

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Angel was always protective of you. Always. You were his friend in life and in death. He waited for you when he first died, watching you arrive in Hell simply months after he did. You were one of his only friends beside Cherri Bomb. So when a battle between angels and demons broke out, he tried to fight alongside you but got sidetracked. After the battle, he found you with many bruises. You were fine though.

"Stupid fuckin' angels...If they even think of comin' back down 'ere and touching ya again-!" He mumbles angrily, his tommy gun being held by his second pair of arms. "I don't give a shit if it's God him-fuckin'-self! No one touches my best friend."

He uses one pair of hands to wrap your cuts on your arms, being soft and murmuring more curses. A lot of curses. He gives your now bandaged arm a small pat as he helps you up, his second pair of arms dusting you off. He picks up his tommy gun, holding it with his bottom pair of hands. He gently pats your back.

"Ya good? No more big ol' cuts?" You shake your head. "Good. Let's go find ya some water or...sum'."

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