Overlord Angel Dust AU

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Life has a funny way of working out. Alive, Anthony was a mafia brat who killed his dad, died of a drug overdose, and went right to Hell where he cut ties to his mafia origins and got into sex work.

Well, one of his customers happened to be a very rich sinner who was so impressed with his skills that word spread, Angel got so much business his pimp eventually retired and handed him the stable, and Angel rose in the ranks pretty quickly.

Becoming an overlord was not something he anticipated, but here we are. Overlord of the adult industry, actor in and producer of multiple successful films, moonlights as a drag queen and a singer as well. Angel just really likes to entertain and if he can make money and be powerful while doing so, why not?

He's also a decent boss to his stable. But he's also crude, crass, a huge slut, and addicted to drugs. The fact that he treats his people well is a bug, not a feature.

In any event, he's just leaving a club after a drag performance. Sadly, he didn't see anyone there who caught his fancy for the evening, so he's calls his driver to take him somewhere else.

Ten minutes later he's still waiting. Angel grumbles, wondering if he's going to have to have a talk with the guy, what's the hold-up? Then he sees the car stuck waiting for...some assholes fighting in the middle of the street.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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[strutwhenyourebluffin]

When he was alive, Howard was a gambler, a drunk, and a generally down-on-his luck person. After a string of really bad hands, he literally drank until he died, and ended up in Hell.

Using the only skills he had, he quickly rose to power as the Gambling Overlord. And then his luck turned, and he lost it all, reduced to an errand boy.

This particularly shitty night, he'd bumped into some loan sharks who he knew from the old days, who he'd thrown out of his casino. They're now finding it absolutely hilarious that he's on a rope, and decide to get some revenge for being kicked out of the gambling district years ago.

Husk is holding his own, using playing cards and exploding dice as weapons, but a few well-placed shots are getting to his wings, severely limiting his mobility.

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Angel doesn't recognize the guy being ganged up on right away, all he knows is that this bullshit's keeping him from getting where he needs to go and if he has to step in to put a stop to it, he will.

(Also he may be siding with the one guy. He's...not a fan of people being ganged up on. No, he won't explain why.)

"Okay, who wants a letter from my Chicago Typewriter?!" he shouts, pulling out a pair of tommy guns and firing at the sharks. Up close, he recognizes the exploding dice and playing cards.

Wait, seriously? That's him?

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Husk is startled when someone steps in to help. This is Hell, generally no one helps. However, he won't turn down the assistance to get rid of those assholes. It isn't long before they're just a smear on the pavement.

After a bit, he lands, catching his breath, and leaning on a light pole. Glancing over at his helper, he raises an eyebrow. That's... the porn overlord. What the crap.

"Thanks for the help."

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"Sure, you're welcome, whatever. Didn't do it for you, those fuckers were just in my way." Angel snorts, adjusting his chest fluff within the revealing dress he's wearing.

"Aint you the gambling overlord who lost it all thanks to Freakyface? What happened, you owe those guys money or somethin'?"

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"Those fuckers were in everyone's way." He takes a breath, fluffing his wings just a bit. Broken feathers drop off, as well as bits of blood. He'll have to have Niffty fix them later.

"Nah. I kicked them outta my casino years ago. Can't stand those predatory fuckers." He shrugs. "Now they just wanted revenge, I guess. Not that their business really suffered all that much, they still have plenty of idiots who are linin' up to get money from them."

The porn overlord has some nasty vices

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Things follow a person into their afterlife, and Angel's drug addiction is Anthony's times ten. Down here, drugs are especially easy to get, they have vending machines full of them. And, well, Angel has plenty of money to burn.

Tonight he may have gotten a little carried away and had too much fun at a wrap party for one of his movies. It's been a long one, what they'd call "development hell" and "troubled production" up there - actors being replaced, one director being fired for turf war bullshit, script revisions, it was an ordeal. The finished product was worth it, though, and Angel treated himself to plenty of Bolivian Marching Powder as compensation for all the struggles.

Bad thing: He's pretty fucked up, and the last time he did this much, the crash was Not Fun.

[strutwhenyourebluffin]

Husk was a little surprised when an invitation came for him to attend the wrap party for one of Angel's films, but considering the time they've been spending together lately, he's not completely floored. Al was a little dubious, but Husk just flipped him off and went.

He was mostly staying to the side of the party, watching everyone interact (both sexily and not) with an amused expression. However, when he sees the Overlord of the Hour wobbling slightly, he's at his side quickly.

"Angel? You ok?" He's seen crashes before, and he has a feeling there's going to be a big one, considering the amount of powder that's around this room.

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"Yeeeah, I'm good." Angel's slurring a little, even though he's had way more powder than he's has drinks. "You're a good kitty cat f'r askin', though. Nice kitty cat..." He laughs, a high breathy sound. "Y'havin' a good time? Toldja it'd be fun, these're decent people. They've been good t'ya."

A few whispers of what's the fallen overlord doing here or Husk's connection to Alastor, but no one's tried to make him feel unwelcome. In fact...quite a few of them tried to hit on Husk, and Angel doesn't know why that bothers him.

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"They have." A bit of stray flirting here and there, but no one tried to get handsy. "It's been a great party, Angel, but I think you need to sit down."

He takes one of Angel's arms and guides him to a sofa off to the side. "Can't have the powerful Overlord falling over in the middle of his own party, can we?"

Premiere night

[aschmoozerandadummy]

The big night's finally arrived! Angel's movie, "Unforseen Circumstances", is finally ready to show the public and premiering at the Sassy Spider. It's a classic "enemies to lovers" scenario about a gangster and a cop running from the same guy who wants to kill them and naturally, sex ensues. Lots of it. Including a threesome with their mutual enemy.

It's a wild scenario, but the actors had a blast making it. Angel's getting ready as Husk stops by, just like they'd planned.

Re: Premiere night

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Husk has spent much more time than usual with his appearance, ditching his usual hat for a pinstripe suit and tie, much like his Overlord days. He still has a bandage on his arm under his shirt from the wound that doesn't really want to heal (He's beginning to wonder if somehow someone got a hold of Angelic Steel, but he'll deal with that... at some point.) but otherwise, he looks extremely good.

He stops at a flower vendor and gets a single rose for Angel, all he can really afford. Thank fuck Al is off doing... Alastor things tonight and he should be able to have a peaceful evening. When he gets to the building, he has the doorman call up to let Angel know he's there.

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The doorman, a cheerful young tarantula demon named Lance, lets Angel know his date is here...not a date, okay, but Angel just shrugs because Lance is a romantic like that. He's traded in his usual pink pinstripes for a sexy red dress. Sleeveless, strapless, a slit up one leg, matching heels, and a long wig in a shade of pink just a bit darker than his fur.

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Woah. Just... woah. Husk's eyes widen for a moment, then he coughs. "You clean up damn well, Angel." He offers the rose which almost feels a bit... cheap compared to everything. "Then again, why should I be surprised that you'd want to be sexy at your own movie?"

The radio show has been put on hiatus

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It's just another overlord meeting until Vox stands up, shushes everyone, and announces that Alastor has disappeared. He's gloating like crazy while his associate, some new kid who just joined the biz, talks about the hashtags trending about the radio demon's sudden vanishing act.

Normally Angel would just shrug it off, but that was before he met Husk, who Alastor owns. He makes it through about 15 minutes of the meeting before pretending there's some kind of emergency at the studio and hightails it out of there.

Somehow his roadster survives the manic drive to Husk's apartment building, and he only hits one person. Luckily it's just Travis and he survives.

Fuck, please be there...!

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Husk's in his apartment, staring at a note. He's not really sure what to do with himself, now that Al moved on without him. Not that he cares per se, it's just that now he doesn't know what to do with himself. Rent's due on his apartment, and he barely has anything to scrape together. He doesn't want to take advantage of Angel, and he's not sure where he can get a job. Fuck.

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Angel knocks frantically on the door. "Husk! Husk, you in there?!" If Al made off with him Angel's tempted to give the studio to some manager and chase him down.

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"Angel?" Husk gets up and opens the door. "What's wrong?" His face is immediately concerned. "Come in. What's wrong, love?"

A face from the past

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Unfortunately, overlord meetings are still very much a thing Angel has to contend with. And while he considers Husk his equal in every way, shape, and form, he's treated as an "assistant", so Angel reluctantly has to drag him along for the ride.

"Sorry, babe," he mutters, "I know you hated these things back when you were an overlord." But once they get there, Angel's not the only one who brought a partner. Vox arrived early, and he's got a very tall moth clinging to his arm. "Aw, fuck."

"It's him!" the moth cries out. "Vox, that's the one I told you about, he fired me for asking for bigger roles!" Angel facepalms. Valentino hadn't just asked, he'd offered to sleep with Angel knowing that wasn't how his studio worked. Dirtybadwrong was fine for his movies, but not offscreen.

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"It's alright. I don't mind. Hopefully people will just ignore me." He eyes the moth for a moment, then shakes his head.

"Did he think that the porn overlord wouldn't be at an Overlord meeting?" Husk runs a hand down his face. "The air must be thinner up there, cause he seems to be missing some brain cells."

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"Excuse you, kitty cat, of course I knew he'd be here," the moth hisses, "I was simply pointing out to Vox that he's the man-"

"Who rightfully tossed you out for being a creep?" Angel cuts him off. "Look, you knew damn well I didn't go in for that casting couch shit. I was tryin' to be decent!"

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Vox puts a hand on Valentino's arm. "Val, darling, why don't we go sit down."

"Yeah, listen to your TV. He's got a point." Husk snorts, and pulls out a chair for Angel, sitting down next to him. In theory, he has double right to be here, considering Al isn't around, and he is an Overlord with power, and Husk is his second as well.

In which the Porn Overlord and his kitty boyfriend meet a Princess

[aschmoozerandadummy]

As far as Angel's concerned, Hell is the end of the line. You're dead, you're here, you can either lament your fate, shrug and make the best of it, or embrace it. He's the porn overlord, he's got an amazing boyfriend, he's made himself a good life down here.

Then one day he sees that homophobic bitch from 666 news mocking and humiliating someone on TV - no, not just anyone. The Princess of Hell because apparently some people are fucking idiots who want to get their asses kicked. Or don't care. Either way, the Princess bursts into a song and dance about a rainbow inside every demon and how sinners can totally be redeemed at a place called the Happy Hotel.

It's so over the top Angel can't help it, he starts laughing so hard he startles Fat Nuggets.

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Husk is not paying attention at all to the news. He never does. He's reading a book, and looks up, startled.

"Angel? What's up?"

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Angel just points to the TV screen as he tries to get his laughter under control. He feels sorry for the Princess being bullied by that asshole reporter, of course. But the whole thing reminds him of those "summer camps" or charm schools where "naughty children" got sent to learn how to stop having fun so Jesus wouldn't cry or some shit like that. Which logically should trigger unpleasant feelings but the whole thing is so fucking ridiculous it borders on parody.

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Husk just stares, muttering under his breath in Russian. "What even is she doing? Half of the people here wouldn't even want to go up there, and the other half really shouldn't."

He sighs, shaking his head. "Also, how the hell did she get to be so... innocent? That is... wow."

A pause. "You know, I think Al might have mentioned something about this. He's been talking about some hotel he's been working with."