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Overlord Angel Dust AU

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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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.

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?

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."

"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'?"

"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."

"Ah, gotcha. I've had a few fuckers come after me for revenge." Mostly idiots he fired for stealing his money or getting into his drug stash, they made up stories about how Angel abused them. Which didn't fly, since for all Angel's many faults he's got Reasons not to bully the people who work for him.

"Your wings aint lookin' too good."

Angel doesn't typically give a shit about strangers. He got into the overlord biz around the time Husk fell, so this is the first time they met. And right now Angel's supposed to be going to another club to get laid.

Except he can't just leave this guy here. Fuck.

"Eh. They'll be fine. I don't use 'em much really. I'll just grab a drink after I report in to Al."

He shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Y've probably got better places to be than worryin' about a stray cat, so thanks for the assist, and I'll get out of your way."

Ugh. Angel doesn't like how this guy's making him feel bad for him. Mainly because he doesn't like thinking about how rough he had it during his first day in Hell. Or his later years during life.

Angel is not the kindly altruistic type, can't afford to be. But there's just something about this damn cat.

"Look, why don't you report to your boss, then meet me at Consent for a drink, okay? On me."

"You don't have to, really." Husk looks up at the tall spider, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure you've got other places to be."

A pause. "But if you're sure, give me half an hour and I'll see you there."

"Eh, no biggie. I can go out and get laid some other time." Angel shrugs. "Sure thing, kitty."

The driver takes him to Consent, one of Angel's favorite places. It's pretty wild, the lighting is a bit on the purple side, but being a regular has its perks. Like drinks half-off.

Husk takes the information to Al's apartment, taking five minutes to shower and pick out some of the worst of the hanging feathers, then leaving again.

Once he gets to Consent, he sticks his hands in his pockets, looking around for the tall, sparkly spider. Why the hell did he agree to this? Oh, right. Because he wanted a drink.

Angel's easy to spot among the regulars, he likes bright colors and especially pink. Plus, he's eight feet tall. And...wow, kitty cat sure does clean up good. He's not dressed up or anything but he looks better than he did earlier.

"Have a seat. Remember, it's on me and I've got plenty of cash," Angel says before ordering himself a Harder, Daddy. Yes, the porn overlord is a bottom.

Husk orders a gin and tonic, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't have thought you of all people would be a bottom." Why yes, he figured that out from the drink order.

"Yeah, well. Not all overlords wanna be dominant everywhere, y'know? Sex is all about stress relief and havin' fun for me." Angel smirks. "Didn't know you could tell people's sexual preferences based on their drink orders."

"I can tell a lot of things about people by their drink orders, or their bar conversations." He smirks right back. "I've been a bartender off and on for years. Just part of the job."

"Really." Angel laughs. "Yeah, you seem the type. Gruff and short with the kind of voice that makes people wanna buy a drink or complain just to hear you answer 'em."

Damn. Angel's good at this flirty teasy stuff, can slip into it on a dime. But somehow it hits differently with this guy.

He raises an eyebrow. "Could be that. Considerin' I'm always blunt with what I say. Tend to call people idiots and assholes when I see it."

A pause. This guy's a bit of an enigma. Hiding behind the carefree Overlord, but there's more to him than it would seem. Husk can tell.

"Bet they love that," Angel chuckles. He can be pretty blunt himself, but mainly about his need to get high or get dicked down. Telling people shit they need to hear...not so much. Once you've been schmoozing long enough it's just embedded into your very being.

"Some punch my face in. I've had more than a few bottles thrown at my head. But then again, some people thank me for it. Fuck if I know why."

He shrugs, taking a drink. "Everyone bitches to the bartender. Sometimes they get something out of it."

Angel sips his own drink, nodding a little.

"Used to do my share of bitching. Still do sometimes, bein' a big name aint easy. Those overlord meetings?" Angel rolls his eyes. "So fuckin' boring!"

"So fucking boring." He rolls his eyes. "Almost fell asleep in a few of them myself. Especially when people started talking about shit I didn't even care about." Which was most of the time.

There's a dry laugh from him as he finishes his drink. "Think I fell asleep once when Zestiel was rambling about... something. Probably street lights."

"Ugh, that guy is so boring," Angel groans. "But you can't tell him to get to the point or else Carmilla'll go off on you. Dunno what their deal is, if they're married or fucking or what, but she's really protective of the old dude." He sighs. "Still, I'll take him over the TV guy."

"Yes. And I really don't want to get on her bad side."

Husk snorts, downing the rest of his drink. "Oh, don't even. I am so sick of hearing about that TV guy. Al's got some kind of odd boner for him. I don't ask, but I hear about it."

"Really? I always thought it was the other way around," Angel snickers, finishing his own drink. "TV guy's always starin' and acting pissy whenever Al's at those meetings. Then again, wouldn't be the first time two morons have a thing for each other but won't do anything about it."

He's seen some things. Two of the actresses in his stable, particularly.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's a mutual boner that neither of them wants to admit to. Al just keeps everything close to the chest, and doesn't tell anyone fuckin' anything. TV guy's an open book. Something happened between them before I showed up, but I have no clue what it is."

He snorts. "Yeah, that happens a whole lot. People just... not seeing what everyone else can."

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