"Fuckin asshole. Leaves without saying fuckin shit to anyone. Oh, Angel can ya make me some, fuckin food. Of course darling, I'll make sure that yah choke on the fuckin thing. Leavin me lookin like a fuckin idiot!" Angel spat as he trudged past the Cannibal Colony sign. The pink backpack popped against his white crop top and a strip of rainbow fabric ran down the middle of the bag. In his lower arms he held Fat Nuggets who gave a faint noise from its owner's obvious anger.

"Can ya believe that asshole? Fuckin ditching me like some cheap whore." Angel growled. An oink snapped Angel out of his thoughts before the spider continued his walk. The others were concerned to see the spider demon storming out of the hotel with as little as a single word passing the others lips. They didn't try to follow him though, something he was actually surprised about. Angel grumbled again, as he crossed his upper arms.

Someone sprinted past him on the sidewalk, catching the porn star's attention, fully snapping him back into reality. More people rushed past him, before a crackle of thunder took the man's attention upwards. Lightning flashed across the sky, making him slow his steps before he came to a full halt staring up at the darkening air. Storms weren't common in Hell so what the fuck was going on?

The noise of the radio caught his attention as the speakers almost screamed, into the space between. Angel suddenly started sprinting, his heart racing in his chest as another crash of thunder roared above him. Rosie's Emporium wasn't that far away now, he didn't know where Alastor's home was. But he could probably guess that if he kept following the loud noise of the radio's he'd probably find him. Then again, he wanted to see if it was smart to even go to the radio demon.

"Ah, Angel. I've been waiting for you." Rosie said as she gazed up at him when he entered the building. The woman raised an eyebrow at him before shifting her gaze to the pig in his arms.

"Yeah, I know this looks weird but... I couldn't just leave him at home." Rosie chuckled at the statement.

"I'm certain he will be fine as long as you don't enter the circle." Rosie responded, getting Angel to look at her questioningly.

"What circle?"

"Darling, do you understand what's happening out there?" Rosie asked.

"Not particularly that's kind of why I came here."

"Alastor is trying to gain more power, he's making a deal with the Eldritch at least I hope it's a deal. He could be trying to overpower them again."

"Why the fuck would he do that!" Angel waved his arms.

"Don't know, perhaps he doesn't think he's strong enough to do what needs to be done."

"What happens if they say no?"

"Do you need directions to his place?" Rosie asked as Angel stared at her for a moment. She wasn't going to answer him and that didn't sit well with him. "Follow me." Rosie guided the spider outside and into the storm whose wind was picking up, blowing garbage cans around. Rosie pointed into the blowing wind, a dark tower stood in the distance almost glowing against the bleak skyline.

"Fuckin shit... Dammit Al." Angel huffed before thanking Rosie and starting towards the tower. "Had to go fuck with the Eldritch. Of course, yah fuckin did. I ain't surprised." Angel hissed. Another gust of wind slammed into him, partially stopping the spider in his tracks before he started forward again, this time it was much harder.

"Why!" Angel yelled as he heard the slamming of doors and windows around him. If he was smart he would have already gone off and hidden somewhere away from the chaos that was happening around him. He continued onwards as more wind soared in his face trying to push him backwards. A flicker of a shadow swam around his feet as he moved, the shadow racing up his leg to perch on his shoulder.

"Not helpful." Angel hissed at the shadow. His progress was slower than he would have liked but after a bit he finally came upon a small wooden house, the massive radio tower rising out of the building. Angel huffed as he got to the front door testing the handle, happy to find it unlocked. Nuggets gave a noise from his arms, as the demon pushed his way into the house. A knife flew at him, giving Angel barely any time to duck.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Angel screamed as he dove to the ground. Everything twirled around in the air; chairs, pots, pans, utensils, books, anything that wasn't bolted down. A dark shadowy creature roared from inside a chalk circle, blood red eyes turned to look at Angel. Static screamed across the room, as the shifting eyes stared at the spider for a few moments. A snarl escaped the monster as Angel scrambled backwards, his back pressing against the door.

"What the fuck, Al..." Angel whispered. A surge of electricity sparked across the beast's body, getting a loud wail to rip from the monster's throat. Tightening his hold on Nuggets, Angel tried to relax as the creature tore at its shadowy skin exposing the red sweatshirt underneath. Angel wanted to shout or do something but everything in his head told him not to move, he could make it worse.

Don't enter the circle.

Rosie's words rang through his head, he couldn't just sit here and do nothing though.

"Alastor, can you hear me?" A chirp came from the two shadows in the rafters before they came to the spider's side. The shadows' hollow eyes stared at him, before the two cocked their heads to the side listening to the demon. "I'm assuming that's a yes." Angel mumbled.

"Alastor whatever happens you've got this. If it's a fight, you can beat that idiot." Angel yelled as the shadows chattered. Another spark of electricity surged across the monster's body, as it gave another shrill cry. "You're hurting it!" Angel shouted. The current tore at the form, breaking away the shadow finally giving way to Alastor. He sputtered laying back, the items around the space slamming to the ground around them. Angel yelped as a chair landed at his feet, pulling Nuggets closer to his chest trying to shield him from anything.

"Your... you're late..." Alastor panted.

"The fuck yah mean I'm late!" Angel screamed, getting the radio demon to chuckle.

"I expected you to come earlier, and to be a lot more angry." Alastor stated as he started to sit up, a spark of electricity surging across his skin.

"What the fuck, Al."

"Clarify for me dear." Alastor mumbled, wiping some of the sweat off his face.

"Yah look like ya just had sex." Angel grinned only to feel the deers glare.

"I just won a fight against the Eldritch. I'm expected to be sweaty and gross." Alastor informed as the shadows flew down from the rafters moving the items back to their places. Another silhouette swooped low, picking up the candles and cleaning the chalk.

"Sure, sure. So what was up with me getting yah food, Smiles?"

"Did you bring it?"

"Did I bring it! What am I, some sort of a food delivery service!" Angel shouted as Alastor raised an eyebrow at the spider. "Yah I fuckin brought it..." Angel mumbled as he got to his feet pulling the backpack off. Producing the Tupperware he walked it over to the table that was being set up by the shadows.

"You brought... The pig?" Alastor asked as his shadow brought him his microphone and the radio demon got to his feet.

"His name is Fat Nuggets and I couldn't just leave him at the hotel." Angel informed, as Alastor rolled his eyes. Angel pulled out a chair for him, before the spider looked around the kitchen. "I'd heat this up for yah, if ya had a fuckin microwave."

"Useless technology, just pass it here. I can eat it cold." Alastor stated before Angel slid the container across the table. Alastor started to dig in, ignoring the need for a fork or knife, taking notice of Angel moving around his place.

"Pretty empty, Al." Angel pointed out before moving to the mantle and repositioning the radio.

"Never spent a lot of time here. I do my broadcasts and then I would just go out and wander." Alastor mumbled, by Lucifer he didn't realize how hungry he actually was. "Why are you here?" Alastor asked after a few minutes. Angel shifted on his feet for a moment before continuing his investigation of the space.

"Yah left the hotel, ya fuck."

"And that pertains to you hunting me down?"

"Well, yah."

"How so?"

"You're hurt, yah idiot. I'd be fuckin surprised if ya could get yourself out of a fuckin paper bag right now. Plus it's sorta my job." Angel stated as Alastor's ears perked up at that. A towel landed beside the deer demon, allowing him to clean the blood off his face and hands.

"How exactly are my wounds your job?" Alastor questioned leaning back in his chair. Setting down Nuggets, the spider scooped up a floral piece of cloth taking care to unwrap the object within. "Angel." Alastor hissed electricity sparking along his fingers, causing the demon to mumble a soft curse as the current burned his fingertips.

"Yah alright there?"

"Put that down." Alastor ordered, causing Angel to stop mid flip, he was close to opening it.

"I wanted to see what it was."

"I will not ask again." Alastor hissed a crackle coming from the radio, as static started to grow.

"Fine, jeez." Angel mumbled before returning the cloth and object to its place.

"What do you mean by it's your job?" Alastor asked again after a minute.

"Yah know. Ya own my contract."

"Angel." Alastor grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't own you. We've already discussed this, you can be whoever or whatever you want. You just have to come when I call."

"Well, I want to be helpful to yah." Angel said as he kicked the chair out on the other side across from Alastor. Alastor hissed at himself, he knew Angel wouldn't know what to do with himself once he got his contract. What he didn't imagine was how much the spider actually clung to him. He didn't mind it but right now, he just needed to think and focus on his magic. Another surge of pain came from his injuries as he moved his right leg, he most certainly needed to deal with this. A thought occurred to him.

"Then can you do something for me?"

"Whatever ya say." Angel batted his eyes.

"I need you to call someone."

"Huh? Like Rosie, I mean she's not that far away I can go fetch her." Angel suggested as he started getting to his feet.

"No, not Rosie. She is only going to lecture me, and be of no use for what I need. In my studio on my desk there should be a leather bound address book, please call the number at the top of the first page and ask them to come." Alastor explained as Angel got to his feet going to fetch the book.