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Pride was full of casinos, underground gambling clubs, and any other honky-tonk joint where money was bet. But nothing compared to The Starlight. A multiple story building that had lights so bright they shone into the next ring. Music, laughter, alcohol, drugs, and money. The Starlight was where a demon became the next millionaire, but also where the unfortunate could find themselves stripped of everything. Including their soul.

The Starlight was on one of the only territories that overlords were free to frequent, as long as everything was kept in order. Despite the open invitation, many overlords in fact, did not visit. But those who found pleasure in the simplicity of man were quick to flood. This is how Husker found himself in the unfortunate situation of playing a semi-important game of poker against Valentino.

Husk strode through the brightly lit corridors, his footsteps silent under the loud jazz that found its way into every cranny of his casino. His sharp yellow eyes surveyed the main gaming floor with a mix of pride and scrutiny. After throwing back the whisky that had previously sat in his right hand, he pushed his way down the stairs. Husk moved through the casino, exchanging nods and brief words with the well-dressed staff who discreetly ensured that everything ran seamlessly. The dealers at the poker tables maintained their professional composure, while the roulette wheels spun with mathematical precision. On the floor below sat the hundreds of slot machines, each area a different theme. Satan’s Dice Roulette, Tiffany Titfucker Jackpots, Mammon’s Money Madness. All crude displays, but they brought in the money, so how could Husk be upset?

Husk, turning a few extra corners, reached the exclusive VIP area, a secluded enclave on the third floor reserved for the highest rollers. The velvet ropes and discreet bouncers signaled the transition into a realm where the stakes were even higher. Here, high-profile gamblers engaged in games that tested items more prized than money. This is where Husk liked to spend his time, finding a cocky soul that was ready to jump headfirst into a personalized bet.

The Box is what the staff called Husk’s private room. Their boss had no shame in playing against the average demon, in fact he enjoyed it immensely. If he wasn’t down in bottles of liquor, gambling was his next love. But every so often, someone had pressed just enough to earn a private game with The Overlord of Gambling. If the common John found himself in The Box, it was practically a re-death sentence. Souls were usually the only things gambled in that room.

A yellow-lit bar sat in the rear of the VIP area, accompanied by a well-rounded hellhound that served pretty drinks. Husk noticed that she would occasionally lean a little too forward, hoping to gain a wealthy tip if she caught the right demon’s eye. He had no issue with this. He had no issue with any of his staff attempting to gain the extra cash. He paid his staff well, but he understood the game of life. Grab what you can and hold on tight. While at the bar, Husker called for the barista to pour him a glass of wine. The barista nodded as she served multiple other guests that sat along the bar. It would take a moment, so he let his eyes traverse from broad to john to broad until a rather unpleasant scent caught his nose.

Husker couldn't help but let out a groan when he saw the red smoke that drifted from a velvet L-couch that sat behind a small cluster of dark wood tables. Turning his back, he leaned against the counter with the attempt to hide himself. He knew he was too late when the noise from the couch dwindled and a familiar voice chuckled from behind, the moth must have been keeping a purposeful eye out. Damn his oversized wings!

“Ah! The Husker himself.” Valentino chirped, standing next to Husk as he waited for his drink.

“Valentino, I can’t say it's a pleasure seeing you here.” He tipped his head, the slicked hair staying firm between his ears. Husk had tried his best in keeping his emotions to himself, but it was as clear as day he was not fond of the other overlord’s presence, and he no longer attempted to hide. Husk wasn’t usually fond of any other overlord. Keeping to himself was the best way to keep his status, but there was something about Valentino that gave Husk a headache even at the mere mention of the moth demon. His aura was akin to a smell that made someone nauseous. He wasn’t sure whether Valentino was too stupid to know, or just didn’t care that Husk didn’t like him. But the moth had been pestering Husker for the past two weeks on the idea of a ‘special game’ as Val put it. Husk would have taken the opportunity in a heartbeat if it were Valentino’s soul on the line, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

The barista finally slid Husker the glass of red wine, giving him a soft wink as the cat demon handed her a larger bill as a tip. He turned away from the bar, heading towards the exit of the VIP lounge. And Of course, Valentino stuck next to him, with the attempt to keep their interaction continuing. The moth demon leaned to Husker’s right side in the bold attempt to make fine conversation.

“Surely you have spent some time going over my proposal-” Of course Valentino wouldn’t drop the fucking idea, which made Husker grimace as he took a drink of the wine. “Is ah- everything alright, Husker?”

“This wine tastes shitter than usual.” He gruffed, continuing to pace forward. The wine, in fact, did not taste shitty. He would never pay for less than a well-aged wine. But all he wanted was to leave Valentino’s presence, at the very least change the topic of conversation.

“Yes, well, as I was saying,” Husk rolled his eyes. “I am sure that you will be pleased with what I have to offer, mi amigo.” Valentino’s eye twitched and he took a step in front of Husk to cease their walking. Husk’s ears shot back, eyes glaring up toward the overlord. Valentino towered over Husk, but they both knew they were equally as powerful.

“Ballsy fucking move, moth.”

“Listen, gatito. One game is all I ask, and I’ll be out of your hair.” His antenna twitched as he turned to the couch he and his entourage had been sitting at previously. “What I offer is here in the casino today, Husker. Take the opportunity.” Husk kept his yellow eyes fixed on the moth demon. After a minute, he waved down a floor runner. The small imp hesitantly looked between the two overlords before approaching.

“Get my room ready.” The demon quickly nodded and ran off, speaking to a bouncer before exiting the lounge. Husk straightened his lapels, maneuvering around the overlord. Valentino couldn't help but give a dastardly grin as he took a breath of his cigarette.

“Good answer.”

“You have ten minutes to get whatever the fuck you need.” The cat demon pushed his way past the red curtains and out of the VIP lounge, finding the direction of The Box. Secretly, Husk liked the idea of his gambling room having a name. He never spoke to the staff about it, but the title still ran through the air like a breeze of wind. Husk was powerful, but it was the whispers that pulled the image of him along.

Corner after corner, finally a long red hallway lit by yellow flames paved the path to a tall door. Sleek and decorated in a gold leaf that created a spindle design that climbed up the engraved arches. Above the door on the siding sat a golden plaque, too small to read unless you were inches away.

Gambling Room No.1

The first room that Husk created in The Starlight. The average demon wouldn’t have been able to tell the age of the room outside of the bronze circular door handle that was dull and chipped. Aged with time and use. For many, this would be the last door that a demon opened. How poetic.

Husk opened the door. Black walls and ceiling, a red carpeted floor, a singular ceiling lamp with a pull cord, and a green poker table placed in the middle. This was everything that Husker needed. He had hoped for this to be Valentino’s last sight, but the moth bastard was so insistent on betting something else rather than his miserable excuse of a soul.

He sat at the head of the table, facing the black door as he spelled a whisky on the rocks into his right palm. Soon, an imp found himself making his way into the room, checking that everything was clean and ready. Husk furrowed his brows when the imp sat two chairs across from him. He didn’t comment on it.

Eventually after a few bouncers had been placed outside and inside the room, two voices chimed through the air in the hallway. One was clearly Valentino, deep and sensual. The other had a higher raspy pitch with an additional twang to the occasional word. The handle was twisted and pulled open, revealing the purple moth demon in his recognizable red apparel. Strutting next to him was a white and pink spider demon wearing a scandalous blue silk dress that fit tightly around the waist and legs. The fluff of the spider’s chest was exaggerated by the short bust of the dress. Around the hem on the top was a gray-leaning boa that looked more expensive than what half of Husk’s customers downstairs could afford. Husk was also very keen to notice the thigh high boots with stiletto heels and bracelets on both arms.

Angel Dust, Husk knew. He was an old bastard, but some urges never dwindled. The cat had found himself visiting special websites in the darkest and drunkest of nights. Not knowing Angel Dust was more surprising than knowing him. And Husker did not miss the zebra-print decorated arm that slid around the porn star’s waist, pulling them hip to hip as they entered the room together.

Valentino took a breath of his cigarette, his nasty yellow teeth smiling as he took one of the two seats. Husk kept his eyes on the pair as he started to loosely shuffle his deck of cards to keep his twitching hands occupied.

Angel Dust did not take the other chair, but instead practically crawled his way into Valentino’s lap. One pair of arms wrapped around the overlord’s neck, while the others played with his clothes. Husk, as usual, could not keep a grimace to himself. And the spider quickly caught on.

“You like whatchya’ see, kitty cat?” Angel Dust leaned forward and bit his lip, dark eyes trailing up and down Husk’s body.

“All I see is a drugged-up rent boy who doesn't know how to sit in his own fuckin’ seat.”

“Owch!” The porn star hissed through his teeth, raising a hand to cover his mouth in pretend shock. “If you aint likin’ where I’m sittin’ baby, I can move over to your chair...”

Husk gave a quiet hiss, adjusting his sitting position. The sooner he could get this done, the sooner that both of these sex-addicts could leave his casino. Husk’s ears pinned against his head as Angel Dust let out a nasally laugh and leaned back into a pair of Valentino’s arms.

“I’m guessing your style is traditional Texas Hold ‘Em” Valentino let his voice drift into an exaggerated southern accent. “Let's start off easy, old man.” And so, the game began.

Husker made a few exaggerated shuffles before playing three cards into the middle of the table, his paws glowing a bright yellow as the cards were slid in between the men. Angel Dust openly voiced raunchy words of encouragement as Valentino checked his two cards. The moth attempted to make no movement with his features, keeping his large red eyes set on Husker, who he was practically born and bred for this game. Simply in spirit, Husk knew that Valentino was cocky when he knew his playing was high, but Husker had luck coursing through his veins.

It started off with a small fortune by Valentino’s bet. Angel threw the moth’s money into the pot himself, keeping his eye on the winged cat for a few seconds extra than necessary. Back to Husk, he chose to raise, bringing the small fortune into the common John’s dream. He knew Valentino’s goal was big, so why not play along. It was the least Husker could do to keep himself entertained. Another card was flipped by Husker’s yellow magic, and eyes shot towards each other in an attempt to read. Husk let his brows furrow for only a split second, but a split second was all Valentino needed to raise the pot once again. And again. And again.

“Enough with the child’s play.” Husk leaned back in his chair, letting his paws play with his dice-topped cane that leaned against his wooden chair. Valentino perked.

“But I’m having so much fun!” The moth laughed, leaning his head onto Angel Dust’s chest and taking another smoke of his cigarette. It had been burning the whole game, but he had made sure that the red smoke stayed on Valentino’s side of the room.

“Raise it or fold.”

“Fine!” He shouted, maneuvering his arms before thrusting Angel Dust off his lap and in the direction of the poker table. The spider grunted as he caught himself against the green felt and dark wood and turned back to Valentino with a look of shock painted across his white fur. “How does this suit your tastes, gatito?”

“What the fuck?” Angel responded and pushed himself up while straightening his dress. “What do you mean? I ain’t gonna be bet off like some prized fuckin’ pig, Val!”

“But you are, baby,” Valentino sounded as he was going to continue the sentence, but the look that passed between the moth and spider was enough language for even Husk to understand. He was just meat to sell, at the end of the day. Angel Dust must have known. He was working with the overlord of lust; a demon who was never remembered for his kindness towards his staff. Angel Dust kept his mouth closed, but his eyes spoke a thousand words.

“Bold play.” Husk laughed. Angel Dust glared.

“And you better match.”

“You sound like ‘ya already have something in mind.”

“How about your Casino?”

Now Husk would have been stupid not to expect that, but it still shocked him that Valentino would be so bold to even try. At moments like these, when the bets got big, The Box felt small. But that's when the blood in Husk’s veins grew hot and the adrenaline flew through him. These were the moments that Husk knew gambling was what he was made for. The cat smirked, taking the cane that was resting on the side of his chair and throwing it into the middle of the pot. Valentino dragged his cigarette, letting the smoke spill from behind his teeth that were stuck in a temporary smile. The golden magic surrounded the last card, flipping it in what felt like slow motion.

King of Spades.

Angel Dust’s heterochromic eyes were the first to meet with Husk’s yellows, and they both knew what Valentino didn’t yet. Valentino was stupid to have played Husk’s own game. Whatever the moth had, the cat had better. Almost in a premature defiance, the spider stood tall. Husk looked back to Valentino when he let out a small chuckle that quickly made its way into a loud cackle. The moth threw his cards onto the table revealing a straight of spades. Husker let himself stay seated as Valentino stood and leaned against the table, letting his spindly fingers curl around the dark stained wood that surrounded the green felt.

“I really did have fun, Husker. And I thank you for being such a good sport.”

Husker listened and grinned, finishing his whiskey before he flipped his cards over. As if on unspoken command the room fell deathly silent, the gravity of the moment settling in like a bullet to the chest. There on the table sat an ace of spades and ten of spades. At moments like these, Husk would usually chant on the floor at the top of his lungs: ‘full fucking house’! But he felt this was a time to savor the moment that whether or not he received Valentino’s soul, he played the bastard as hard as he could and he fucking won.

The air was cold in The Box, but Husk immediately noticed the sweat that started to pool on Valentino’s forehead. The cigarette that sat in the moth's hand was quickly crushed, which happened to be the loudest thing in the room at that moment. Eyes moved from Valentino to Angel Dust, to Valentino and so forth. For the first time that night Husker let out a gut laugh, grabbing his cane that he threw on the table.

“If you really wanted the casino, you should have known better than playing me in my own fuckin’ game.” The bouncer took that as official game end, and opened the door, letting the jazz bleed its way into the chamber of a room. Although the Jazz could not cover the humming that came from the trembling Valentino (who’s purple face was swiftly growing a deep shade of red).

“Erg- Take the fucking bitch, I don’t care!” Valentino snapped and a bright golden contract dropped on top of the pile of money. The overlord of lust’s red smoke that still sat at the bottom of the room wrapped itself around Angel Dust’s neck and created a chain that pulled itself through Valentino’s clenched hand. He pulled the porn star close. “Whether or not your names on my contract, you know who you belong to.” Words of straight venom.

“Luck won’t favor you forever, Husker!”

“You’re right, but she really liked me tonight.”

Valentino practically let a yowl pass his lips as he threw Angel Dust to the ground. With a click of his heels and a few obscenities, the moth spun and left the room, growing close to shoulder checking a few staff members on the way out. Husk gave a nod to the bouncers in the room as they dispatched back to their respectful stations on the floor. Soon all there sat was a cat and spider.

Husker reached for the golden contract that was on the table, opening it and staring at the Anthony that had been written on the bottom of the magic-induced paper. His gaze then drifted past the page and onto the subject of the matter, who still had the pink chain glowing around his neck. Husker leaned down slightly, keeping his eyes on the porn star as he took the chain and crushed the top of the link in his paw, echoing the rest into following pursuit and ultimately evaporating into a pink light that slowly dissipated. Angel Dust kept his mouth shut silently, brows furrowing.

“You know, I didn’t think ‘Tino would be a dumbass to bet you over my casino.” Husk spoke firmly and leaned back on his cane, watching as the spider remained seated on the ground. Now that Angel Dust was officially under contract with him, Husk would put him to work. “Here’s some rules. Ya want cash, dope, a boat, anything with a tag, I’ll give ya it. Do what you want, but put that famous face o’ yours to work and bring guests in.” Husker reached out a clawed hand. After letting the words settle, Angel Dust realized that Husk’s hand was waiting for his.

He softly placed his hand half into the cat’s paw, blushing very faintly at the soft and delicate touch of the overlord that surprisingly, didn’t take his soul the second he won the poker game. Husk’s eyes looked over Angel’s dress for a moment before he decided to continue.

“No wearing blue. I fucking hate that color. And there’s no such thing as “free” in my casino. Everyone’s gotta pay up. Nothing here is cheap so no weapons beyond the doors. Whether you live in the casino or get your own place, I don't care. As long as ya’ show up to work I don’t need to know where you are.” Angel’s eyes focused on his right hand which was now covered in Husk’s signature golden magic. Right on his middle finger sat a golden ring that was brightly polished and relatively bland. There were no special gems, or engravings that Angel Dust could see; it was just the average band.

“If you’re hungry, I’ll get ya something for that. Same thing goes if you’re tired, want some privacy-” Husk let his fingers tighten on the spider's hand, encouraging Angel to meet his eyes. “And if someone here is treating you like ass, I’ll have them shot.” Husk practically growled. “But as long as you’re under me, do your job and hustle the hell out of the lowlifes here.” The overlord pulled Angel halfway up to his feet, letting the spider stand the rest of the way and tower over him similar to Valentino.
“I’ll have one of the bouncers here take you to talk to something that can get you started. If you have any questions, my office is on the top floor.” Husker opened the black door of The Box, maneuvering his cane alongside every step he took. The last thing that Angel Dust heard as the overlord left was,

“Welcome to The Starlight.”

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Angel Dust was, the least to say, perplexed by the last ten minutes spent in the shady excuse of a room. Not only had his contract with Valentino just ended without bloodshed, but it had been given to a new overlord who put a ring on his finger thirty minutes after meeting the bastard. It was bright and golden as it sat on his bare hand. Angel couldn't help but scoff, taking it off to check all its crevices. There was nothing unique about the ring besides a faint glow, but that was barely noticeable even in a dark room! If a strange man were to give him a ring, he would have hoped for at least a diamond hitched to the top. In the midst of his ring analysis, he pushed himself off the ground, lifting the jewelry towards the sole lamp to see if that changed anything.

The spider jumped at an abrupt pair of footsteps that rushed down the hallway and dropped the ring by accident. He quickly reached, but froze and came to the conclusion that the band should have hit the ground. Angel was confused at the sight of it suddenly back on his finger, yellow and gleaming. He didn’t have much time to think before a short goat demon appeared through the door, clearing his throat.

“Angel Dust, is it?” He was bland, a dark gray with small ears and horns. But he was dressed in a slick black suit and orange tie that was held by a golden clip. In his breast pocket sat a matching orange silk square. What a clean look for such a boring john.

“And who wants to know?” Angle placed a hand on his hip.

“My name is Phineas, sir. I am the department head of The Starlight, and will be your introductory advisor as chosen by Husker.” Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, looking the demon up and down. “Please follow me.” Phineas commented after a moment under the judgmental spider’s eyes. Angel was hesitant, due to the unfamiliar circumstances, but followed anyway. He crossed both pairs of arms, keeping close to himself but stood tall.

They passed hallway after hallway, walking at a relatively slow pace. He hadn’t noticed earlier due to Valentino’s urgency to reach the VIP lounge, but the hallways were beautiful. Each one was decorated by intricate archways that spanned the empty halls, orange rope was placed on both sides of the red carpeted paths to protect large hanging pieces of artwork. Soft orange lights casted shadows on the tallest of the ceilings. Angel Dust was soon to notice that there was not a single inch of blue besides the dress that he was wearing. What a way to stick out like a sore thumb. In his head, Angel couldn’t help but think that despite the beauty of the casino, he wished the overlord would have stuck to a different color pallet. Orange wasn’t terrible, per se, it was just tacky. Blue, he concluded, might have been a better decision.

They soon reached a large warm-colored lounge. In the middle of the lounge stood a grand reception desk that seemed crafted from a dark polished mahogany wood, adorned with intricate gold leaf accents that held a vintage design. Pendant lights hung gracefully from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the space which contrasted the bright neon lights from the game floor which was visible from multiple open archways. Angel Dust was the least to say awed by the obvious luxury of the casino, or hotel? Most likely both, he decided as he noticed guests and staff carrying suitcases.

Phineas passed by the desk that Angel now knew to be the check-in space. When walking by, he couldn’t help but give a sly wink towards two staff members that had kept their eyes on the porn star for a few moments too long. Phineas calmly led the spider to a mass set of elevators made of glass. As they strolled through the opulent lobby, a vibrant tapestry of life unfolded before Angel’s eyes. The air buzzed with anticipation and a faint hint of decadence, setting the stage for a diverse cast of gamblers.

He first noticed the high-rollers in designer suits and dresses, their confident and self-assured strides echoing the clinks of poker chips in their pockets. On the opposite end of the room, a group of wide-eyed sinners navigated the lounge while wearing nervous expressions. Clutching guidebooks and maps, they cautiously approached the casino floor, eager to try their luck. Bedazzled in shimmering warm-colored uniforms, staff passed through at momentous speed. Carrying items like drinks and poker chips, as well as broken items and bags that Angel could only assume were full of money. A specific group of sinners added a touch of foolhardy energy to the scene, their laughter echoing against the ivory walls. Clad in matching shirts and fueled by camaraderie, they moved as a unit, ready to conquer both the tables and the night.

“What’s this place, then?” Angel asked loudly, keeping his hands close to his body as he spun to look at all angles of the tall building. The two entered one of four glass elevators. Angel Dust leaned back against the paneling and golden railing, keeping his eyes on the goat who pressed the highest number.

“The Starlight is simultaneously a casino and resort, similar to ones found in current day Las Vegas, Nevada. We are currently headed to your room.” Phineas spoke astutely, keeping the front of his body facing the door.

“My room? You should know to take a gal out to dinner first.” Angel Dust joked, but either the joke went over the goat’s head, or he just didn’t find it funny. Tough crowd. “Actually though, you mean, like, my room room? One I’ll be livin’ in?”

“Yes sir, you will be given a room here unless you request a private lease elsewhere.”

“I mean, I appreciate it and all, but I already have an apartment. And all my shit is there anyway!”

“That will not be an issue, sir. After a tour of the room, we will escort you to your current apartment to retrieve your items. You may terminate your contract with your current housing and The Starlight will pay for any possible fees or repercussions. If you decide you do not like our housing and decide to stay in your apartment, we will pay for your part of the apartment until your contract with Husker has reached its end.”

Angel huffed. “Well it seems like you ain’t struggling in the funds department-,” The spider’s words were caught in his throat when the elevator opened to a short hallway with a luxurious door at the end. The antique brown wood was decorated by the ivory pillars that wrapped around the exterior. Small carvings of cards were intricately sculpted into the frame, which bled into a larger carving of a king of hearts card that embellished the top of the door. The goat demon stepped from the elevator and pulled a golden key from his pocket to unlock the door.

When Angel entered, the first thing he noticed was the vast view of Pentagram City that shone through a wall of windows. He had been able to see glimpses from the V Tower when he visited Valentino’s room, but having the whole wall open and lights pouring in from below left him speechless (as most of The Starlight did, but it would be difficult to confess that). It took a brief moment, but Angel realized it reminded him of New York City, not that he had thought of it in a while. He took a few steps forward past multiple masses he couldn't make out due to the lack of light with the attempt to gage a better view of the city. But Angel Dust spun when the lights turned on, casting a white glow from the ceiling that faintly reflected against the windows. He took a moment to look around at the apartment. Or more like suite, he corrected himself.

“Damn!” He exclaimed. The front door opened to a living room, which Angle was currently standing in. It radiated opulence, ivory walls were bright and beautiful, bordered with thin trim and small pillars built into sharp corners. Behind the cream of the paint were smaller, darker curving patterns that were barely visible yet added layers of affluence, which was complemented by the flecks of gold leaf that were painted into the walls and trim. There was a larger television haltered onto the wall above a small fireplace that Angel could definitely see himself using. Surrounding him was a longer cream couch which faced the TV, two similarly colored chairs that sat adjacent to each other, and a small oval-shaped coffee table that carried gold accents. On the coffee table sat a rotary dial phone with a laminated page of numbers next to it.

He turned back to the window and looked at the dark red velvet drapes that were pulled to the sides and held back by a classic golden rope. The window spanned the entirety of the wall, so when Angel hypothetically wanted to close the drapes, he would have to take a few steps each way. Next to the double doors from where he entered was a classic kitchen with a tall refrigerator, oven, and even a lacquered-wood island. There were two high seated chairs which were placed next to the island. Following the theme of the casino, behind the couch and almost in the corner of the long living room sat a classic pool table. The spider let out a loud laugh as he quickly passed through the large living space, picking apart every detail. They expected that Angel would possibly want to stay in his rinky-dink apartment after showing him a place like this? It would be like placing a million bucks in front of him and asking the spider not to take it.

Past the living room and to the right of the entrance was a separate door that Angel opened. The room was almost the same size as the living room, but instead of a kitchen and pool table, it held a king sized bed. Night stands were situated on either side, with multiple drawers. In the room also sat a large vanity with light bulbs, small dressers, and two more window walls that carried their own pairs of red drapes. It was relatively empty, besides the cloud-looking bed and classic amenities.

“Oh I could definitely get used to this.” Angel purred to himself after looking into the large bathroom. It had a large shower, a bathtub that looked more like a jacuzzi, and he definitely noticed the bidet instead of the casual toilet. He made a mental note to check out the special aspects of the bathroom when he had more time. Moving to another room from the master bedroom was a large walk-in closet that might have been half of the size of Angel’s current apartment. First goal of his new place: fill the closet. What ‘big daddy’ was willing to pay for, Angel would buy (and as he remembered, that would be anything with a price tag).

“Hopefully everything suits your tastes?” Phineas asked when Angel walked out from the closet.

“Suits my tastes? Babe, I was made for this type of luxury.” He sat on the bed, falling back and letting his arms and legs spread. “Just gimme the key and I’m ready to call it home. Speaking of, when am I gonna have time to grab my stuff? As soon as I can get my shit in here, the better.”

“We have a few more tasks to turn to, but as soon as we finish with those we can retrieve your items.” And Angel did not need to hear another sentence. Although, he wished he would have asked more because ‘a few more tasks’ sounded like an hour at most. Not the multiple he had been subjected to while filling out paperwork, clothing fittings, and a strenuous history lesson of the casino (which he had snoozed off for most of). The blue dress that he had been wearing previously now sat neatly folded in his arms, replaced by a casual and surprisingly comfy black suit and orange bowtie.

Finally, the two returned to the lobby after Phineas had made a pit stop to grab three muscular demons who Angel couldn’t help but send flirtatious eyes at. When they made their way to a vehicle, a limo had been the last thing expected. He had been in his fair share of limos belonging to Valentino, but it was still nice. Angel dust hopped in, followed by the three bouncer-looking men. The ride had been quick, filled with flirting and raunchy looks. When they pulled up to the familiar apartment, he quickly made his way upstairs to unlock the door.

Angel was relieved to see a squeaking Fat Nuggets on the other side, who he pet while making his way into the shabby living space. The others had taken a few moments longer, bringing foldable boxes up the stairs and into the small room. With four extra pairs of hands, they quickly made their way through emptying Angel Dust’s apartment. He had made sure to grab every single poster, shoe, and toy buried in the deepest drawer. In less than two hours they were in and out, leaving behind the larger items like the bed frame, mattress, and vanity. Angel had better ones at his new place. After a final lock of the door, he tossed the key to Phineas who stated he would ‘take care of it’. With a hop, skip, and a jump they were back into the limo and dispatching towards The Starlight.

As soon as they returned, and with Nuggets in hand the group swiftly made their way to the room and immediately started their unpacking. Angel moved from room to room, placing items in their new corresponding drawers. He happened to pass the walk-in-closet multiple times. There was something amusing about watching a muscular man hanging up his skimpy dresses, but he was the last one to be against it. Nuggets swaddled his way around the suite, which he realized was not as pet friendly as he had hoped. Angel would have to do some personal renovation and addition to make it comfortable for the demon pig. Eventually, the demons who had been helping him were dismissed by Phineas who stood in front of Angel’s bed. Angel had sat down with his pig in hand, still gazing around the room in awe. They had unpacked almost everything, and yet the space looked practically unlived in.

“I have left your key on the table in the living room. Please refrain from losing it.” He gave a crack of a nervous look. “Husker has left a gift for you as well, also placed on the table. He will see to you in an hour. If you have any questions, please let us know.” The demon gave a curt bow before exiting the bedroom, and the suite all together.

Angel let himself and Nuggets sit in silence for a few moments after hearing the front door close. “A gift, huh?” He stood and placed Fat Nuggets onto the ground to follow. He turned towards the living room and noticed a white box neatly set on the coffee table. It had no note, no bow, it was just a plain white box. Angel leaned down and opened it, instantly clocking the sparkling orange that looked back at him. He pulled out the long sleek dress, laying it across the top of the couch. Underneath the dress still in the box was two pairs of black gloves, four in total, with white fluff sewed around the openings, and multiple pearl necklaces.

“Well that was fast.” Angel laughed, packing away the items and bringing them to his room. “If the kitty cat wants to treat me nice, I’ve gotta look the part, don’t I?” Fat Nuggets only gave a snort in response when Angel started to get undressed.

Necks were craning as Angel Dust strutted through the staff hallway, his glistening orange dress breaking at the leg as his black heels took one step in front of the other. On his arms he wore the black gloves, accented by the golden bracelet and ring he had decided to keep on. And his eyes were smoked with orange and strong winged eyeliner, which balanced surprisingly well with his deep red lip. He looked absolutely stunning, but groaned to himself as the dress moved up his thigh a little too much. With such a sudden ‘uniform’ he knew it would have been almost impossible to get his exact measurements, and Angel decided he would stop at a tailor to get it fixed. The last thing he wanted was the dress not to fit because despite the continuously opinionated distaste of orange, he looked like a million bucks.

Angel Dust clicked the down arrow on a simple gray elevator, which was extensively more tame than the rest of The Starlight. The door opened and he stepped inside, clicking the ‘B’ and watched the door close. When they opened again they revealed a hallway that somehow felt dangerous. It was immaculately clean, with polished marble floors that reflected the dim light overhead. The walls bore the marks of time and hidden dealings—faint stains and scuff marks that hinted at a history best left a secret. Dimly lit sconces lined the corridor, casting tall shadows. The air carried a faint scent of old cigar smoke and booze, and the lack of music created tension that hung in the air.

At the hallway's end stood a heavy, ornate door. The wood was darkened with age yet similar to Angel’s. The gold-plated handle gleamed, a stark contrast to the seemingly gritty surroundings. His heels echoed against the silence as Angel approached, holding out his ringed hand to knock at the door. Was this the right place? Phineas had warned Angel Dust of Husker’s unusual office placement, but it felt too grungy for an overlord. All of the V’s had their offices relatively near the top of the V Tower, but Angel knew this casino would not be like Porn Studios. And he hoped that Husker would not be like Valentino. Angel knocked.

The door’s golden handle was engulfed in an orange light, twisting and pulling the door inwards. Now this is what Angel expected an overlord’s office to look like. Back to the dark red carpeting, carved ivory colored walls, and gold accents. In the middle was a dark desk with paper strewn about. To the left of the desk was a globe whiskey rack, missing a glass and bottle which were currently sitting on the desk. Angel’s pink eyes fell onto the cat demon who was looking downward at the papers, a whiskey in one paw and the other resting on the black chair he sat on. Husker looked up at the sudden noise, perking a long red eyebrow.

“Come in.” Husk placed his whiskey on the desk, sitting up straight as Angel entered the room. He closed the door behind him and sat himself in the open chair adjacent to the overlord. Crossing his legs and leaning back into the chair, he let a soft smile crawl on his face as Husk sifted through paperwork.

“Nice little office ya got here.” Angel He looked around, taking in the detail of the small yet powerful room. “It seems like you’re not a fan of natural lighting.” Husk only huffed in response and mirrored Angel Dust’s posture in his own seat.

“Does your uniform fit?” Husker looked at Angel’s dress for only a second before turning his eyes back up towards the spider’s.

“Do you wanna check to make sure?” Angel leaned forward, pressing out his chest. The overlord’s wings shifted behind the cat and pulled inward.

“No.”

“Whateva you say, big guy.” Angel laughed, leaning backwards again. “So what's this meeting for? It is a ‘personal’ visit you’re interested in?”

“It’s business talk.” Straight to the point, Angel thought. Husk placed his elbows on the desk, leaning towards the spider. “I told you earlier, but I need to make it clear again. The matter of your contract wasn't ideal, so I’m just gonna lay it plain and simple. Do whatever the fuck you want here, as long as you’re making me money. I don’t care how you make it, as long as you’re not risking yourself or my business.”

Husker stood, opening a cabinet and pulling out multiple wads of cash. “Now while you’re hustling, there’s hustlers out there coming after your money too, so don’t fucking lose to them. I’ll be giving you cash so you can put your bet in the pots, but your goal is you want twice and a half of what you put in. You’ve got a popular face, make sure to use it. Just don’t go blind and let yourself get fucked over.”

He let the words sink in before commenting. “That last bit doesn't sound half bad, big daddy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Husk glared.

“What?” He teased “You’re paying for my apartment and anything with a price tag, right? I’m applying the name to the game. Let me thank you.” Angel Dust planted himself onto the desk, leaning close to the overlord whose furrowed brows were practically touching his eyes. “Trust me, I know how to move my hands around a sturdy deck of cards.” He was only a few inches away from the cat.

“Knock it off!” He called, leaning further back. Angel fell back into his seat nonchalantly.

“I ain’t your pimp, I’m your boss. Save your seduction for the poor-souls on the floor.” He pushed the wads of money towards Angel Dust.

He smirked, leaning forward to scoop up the cash. “I’m just showing you what I can offer! To you or to the ‘poor-souls’.”

Husk rolled his eyes, taking a swig from his glass. “Yeah, well, just know that this ain’t gonna be easy.”

Angel Dust waved him off, already getting to his feet. “Relax, big guy, I got this under control. Just gonna work my magic on the dice tables, spread a little luck around, you know the drill.” He noticed the way Husker’s eyes twitched. The overlord did not trust him, which was fair, Angel admitted to himself. He was a high priority guy and kept everyone on their toes.

Husk sighed, adjusting himself in his seat. “Yeah, yeah, just don't push your luck too far. I’ll expect to see you on the floor tomorrow night at seven. In uniform, money ready. I’ll explain the job in more detail then.”

Angel Dust grinned over his shoulder, blowing a kiss towards Husk. “Yes, sir.” Husk shook his head, resigned to keeping a watchful eye on his employee. He exited the room back into the shabby hallway, letting the door close behind him. The kitty cat would be a hard nut to crack, but this wouldn’t be his first rodeo. Give it a week and the overlord would be at his feet begging for a night with the porn star. Angel would even bet that at this moment the overlord had regretted his decision and was now sitting in his room with a hand down his pants.

Angel Dust let out a yawn as he entered the elevator, hitting the button to get to the main lounge. As he exited and walked past guests and staff alike, he ran through his mind the process of tomorrow. When to get ready, what time to be down, and how to act. Angel Dust was a sly guy, but he knew this was a job before anything. He knew with Valentino, work came first and play after.

Once he got into the elevator and made his way to the very top of The Starlight, Angel b-lined for his room and laid in his bed with Fat Nuggets resting on the pillow above him. He had decided to make the pig a makeshift bed in the morning, and knew that a night of sharing the king sized bed would be far from painful. In the darkness of the new apartment, Angel had his right hand lifted above his head, staring at the golden ring that still sat above his glove. It glowed softly, illuminating the space around it. After a moment of collecting himself, he undressed and hung up the orange dress, sliding into his pajamas. The day had been one of the longest in Angel’s life.

“Nuggs, what the fuck just happened?” He sat on the bed, facing the headboard where the pig looked back. “I mean, Val has me in his pimpy little grip this morning, and suddenly we are done and out?”

Fat Nuggets stood up, clumsily walking on the bed and into Angel’s leg-crossed lap. The pig gave a soft snort, looking up towards the spider.

“Exactly! I mean, I feel like I’m in the middle of some fuckin’ soap opera!” He picked up the pig with his bottom pair of hands, lifting him to face level. His free hands rubbed into his so hard they created speck of light. “I thought after Valentino it would be over, Nuggs. I don’t wanna be stuck in this loop again.” He and the pig sat in silence for a few moments, letting the words ring into the air.

“But at least I got you, right?” He pulled the pig close and kissed his head, making Fat Nuggets give a squeal of excitement. Angel Dust turned off the lamp on the bed-side table and let himself lay down.

Angel Dust woke up the next afternoon with a kick in his step, and an excitement to start the day. He pushed the fluffy covers off, letting Fat Nuggets stay asleep in his bed. He had multiple hours until his official first shift, so he took the opportunity that he didn’t last night to explore his room in closer detail.

First, he started the tub which was definitely a jacuzzi. With a face mask and a glass of wine in one of his hands, he fell into the head of the warm water. After half an hour of soaking, he emptied the tub and maneuvered his way to the kitchen. The fridge wasn’t empty, which was a little bit of a shock. There were some fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as condiments. In the cupboards were canned foods, pots, pans, and utensils. He would have enough to feed Nuggets and himself for a few days until he would be able to go shopping.

The hours went by slowly until it was nearing the time for Angel to start his shift. He grabbed his dress and gloves from the small laundry room, bringing them into the master bedroom to hang. Pulling all of his makeup back onto the vanity, he powdered and primed his face in warm yellows, oranges, and reds. He made sure to blow himself a kiss in the mirror before standing to put his dress on. Angel Dust groaned to himself when he remembered the dress didn’t fit. He had been too busy flirting with Husker to actually inform the overlord of the wrong sizing. Whatever, he would be seeing the cat later, anyway.

When the time arrived, Angel Dust made his way to the game floor. The bustling environment was something that Angel Dust was very used to. Back in Porn Studios there was never a silent night, let alone after a long day of filming. Lines would be laid and gullets would be full until the demon’s next stop was a trip to a toilet. But The Starlight was a different kind of night-life, something that Angel Dust actually felt uncomfortable in. Which was rather pathetic, might he add. One would think after years of working with a demon like Valentino, the newly achieved ‘peace’ of the casino would calm one’s nerves.

Despite the unfavorable color, the building was still staggering. But Angel discovered his favorite part was the grand entrance, which was also the slot and main game room. It was one of the very first areas a guest entered, presented with gargoyles decorating the tops of overhanging arches that sat above large pillars which spanned the ivory walls. Every inch of the room was covered in artificial neon lights that projected from the slot machines. And at the very top of the grand arching ceiling was an intricate red mural that portrayed a delicately painted pentagram. Surrounding the slots were off hand rooms where craps and poker tables were played upon. Nearing the back, there was a large bar nearing a short staircase that led to an elevated area where the roulette wheels and more gambling tables sat. As he was about to enter the threshold, he heard a cough to his left. Husk was leaning against a wall, dice topped cane sitting in his hand. He wore his rich striped black suit, accompanied by the orange bowtie and white undershirt. His hair looked freshly slicked back and well combed.

“Took you long enough.” The overlord commented, pushing himself from the wall and walking past the arch into the casino.

“I’m on time?” Angel Dust questioned, reaching to check his phone that sat with some cash in a small black purse that was draped across his shoulder. As Husker moved, Angel followed behind, scoping out the grounds.

“In this casino, it's be early or be late.” The two made their way down a small pair of steps towards a bar. “ Once you’re familiar with how we run, you gotta find your sweet spot. Whether it's craps, poker, or roulette, I dont give a shit. As long as it makes me money. Tonight I’m putting you on poker, assuming that you know how to play?” Husk turned, facing the tall spider demon once Husk planted himself near the bar.

“Do I know how to play poker? I practically invented the game.”
Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. I need to know you can handle yourself at the table.”

“Relax, boss, I know how to play. I’ll have the money in your hand in no time.” Angel Dust rubbed his hands together, pushing himself away from the bar. It had been awhile since he played, and he was itching for a win.

Husk spoke after a few moments. “I’ll be monitoring you from afar to see how you’ll handle yourself.” Angle paused and turned around, looking down at the overlord.

“What, ya don’t trust me?” He paused, “Not being able to swindle a few extra bucks out of some old limp dick’s wallet?”

“I’m not stupid enough to hand a hustler-for-hire my money. Think twice if you try to hustle me out of my own damn money and don’t think I won’t notice.” The area around the two grew quiet, which was unexpected due to the constant chatting and music. The two held eye contact and he could practically feel the ring glowing on his hand. Husker was an overlord, Angel had to remind himself. As soon as Husker continued, the feeling left.

“Anyways…first task tonight. I just need to see you get one guy. If you can handle doing it, I’ll stop pestering ya and I can get back to work on my tasks. “ If Husker would play that game, so would Angel.

“One guy, huh? Consider it done.” Angel replied, his voice dripping with confidence. To his surprise, Husker turned to leave, which had the spider raising an eyebrow. Didn’t he just say he would be watching? Maybe it was a figure of speech? Or would Husker just be watching from a secret camera like Vox was keen to do?

Angel walked in the opposite direction, practically strutting his way through the lower level of the casino. He took it slow, making sure to stay long enough for people to notice, but not long enough to sate their curiosity. Eventually, he made his way to another bar separate to the one he and Husker had conversed at. This specific bar would be Angel’s home for twenty minutes before a skinny shark sinner peeled his way over next to the spider. He sat a chair away from the porn star, but Angel could practically feel the demon’s eyes bearing into the side of his head.

“Something catch your eye?” Angel spoke after the demon had been staring for at least a minute straight.

“Just trying to add some excitement to my night.” His voice was raspy and soft. “How about a drink? On me.”

“I’ve got expensive tastes, baby. Make it top shelf or I’m not interested.” The shark waved down the bartender and promptly ordered a vodka martini. When he retrieved the drink, Angle took the bottom of the glass between his fingers and lifted the drink to his lips, taking a sip before turning back to the shark.

"What's a handsome man like yourself talking to me for?" The spider batted his eyes, moving his heel to drag on the old geezer's leg. The shark laughed and leaned his arm on the bar top.

"How’s a game of poker sound? A lovely thing like you can join me so you can make sure I win." He stuck his hand behind his jacket pocket and pulled out a large bill, sliding it towards Angel's hand. Playing hard to get, he placed a finger on his lips and took a moment to think if the offer was worth accepting.

"Well how can anyone say no to that?" He purred, standing off the bar seat. The shark wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling the spider through large crowds of drunk gamblers. Eventually they made their way to the back of the room where multiple tables were being reset. The shark, named Don which Angel discovered on their short walk, sat into a free chair and patted his lap. Angel didn't think twice before seating himself on the shark. He struggled to find comfort as the shark's legs felt thin enough to snap, but luckily the spider was light enough to eventually find a middle ground. The game started as usual, money was thrown into the pot and Don whispered explanations and predictions into Angel's ear. Angel played along, laughing at his jokes and softly dragging fingers down the lapels of the shark's cheap suit. After a few raises, the last card was flipped. Angel gave a soft cheer, clapping his bottom pair of hands as the top pair were currently wrapped around the shark’s neck. Don had won the pot, grabbing in the handful of chips and pulling it for Angel to count as another game was started. A few more rounds were played, with the occasional player switch. Don and Angel had gotten comfy, whispers bordering on sensuality kept the shark entranced (as well as a few drinks.)

"Waddya' say if I hopped in for a round?" Angel perked, standing up and grabbing a chair that had just been opened.

"Awe, c'mon. Are you sure you wanna lose your money to me?" Don joked, his raspy laugh grating Angel's ears.

"Yeah! Gimme the cards!" He called towards the dealer, pulling cash out of his dress. He sifted through the money, placing in a small amount to start off easy. It had been awhile since he played but he knew with one round of warm up his luck would quickly find its way. They went around the table, betting until the last card was flipped. The money went to Don once again, who smirked at the spider.

"You start us off, babe." The shark took another drink of glass, leaning back in his chair. Angel, this time, put in a much larger chunk of money than expected. He could tell that Don had not expected the change of price.

"C'mon, let's show off how much money you can win!" Angel smiled. Don didn't hesitate by raising the price, letting the cash practically fall into the spider's hands. Angel had a very good hand, but let himself frown as the cards were flipped by the dealer. He heard one of the other players laugh to herself as she tossed in another hearty sum of chips. It circled around and around until it was a good chunk larger than what Angel had put in. The aura around the table grew tense as the pot rose in price; even Don found himself with furrowed eyes that moved from player to player. Last card was flipped and players showed their hands. Angel, the last to flip, had unsurprisingly won the pot to his contentment. The players at the table and those who ended up surrounding it gave a mixture of cheers and groans as Angel pulled the money and chips towards him. He swiftly piled it all up and held it in his hands.

“How about another round? I gotta show you what a guy like I can really do.” Don smirked, taking down his fourth drink while sitting at the table.

“Why not baby! The night is still young.” He laughed, leaning on the table and throwing in chips. As the table was circled, Angel craned his neck to look at the surrounding casino. He felt a pair of eyes on him, but where? He knew he was doing a good job, but was it enough for The Starlight’s standards? An aching question that he had carried since yesterday afternoon, what would Husk do if he fucked up?

They continued to play round after round, and Angel lost and won some. Eventually, he won a pot that earned him triple than what he originally put in. Husker called it at double and a half, so why not back out now? This would have to be sufficient enough for the pussy cat’s tastes. Angel gave a groan, pushing himself back from the table and off the chair.

“Well boys, I’m gonna have to call it here.” He folded the money and chips into his purse.

"C’mon babe, just another round?" Don asked, slurring his speech.

"I'm going for a victory lap. Winning big is exhausting." He brushed his dress off, feigning a yawn.

"Nah, c’mon! Let's keep the ball rolling!" Angel cringed as the man tumbled over himself in an attempt to stand, not aware of how hard the drinks were hitting him.

Angel flashed a sympathetic smile at Don. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, baby, but maybe it's best to call it a night. I don’t wanna lose all my winnings, would you?"

Don waved his hand dismissively, nearly knocking over his current drink in the process. "Ah, we can handle it! You’re doing good, don’t just walk away now."

"We can come back another time and keep the winning streak going, yeah?" He tried.
But Don wasn't having it, his eyes blazing with defiance as he leaned in closer to Angel. He reached for Angel’s arm, luckily standing far away enough to miss. Angel's heart jumped at the shark’s stubbornness, realizing that convincing him to leave was going to be an uphill battle. He was familiar with these types of scenarios, but with the situation at hand he couldn’t risk messing it up. He glanced around the crowded casino floor and blanched at the pair of glowing golden eyes that met him from across the room. Husker sat at a bar adjacent to their table, fist over his mouth as he watched with an unreadable expression. Angel needed to get this shit settled. Now.

"Look, Don, I've got some other plans tonight," Angel said, trying to sound casual as he edged away from the table. "You keep playing, I'll catch up with you later, alright?"

But Don wasn't about to let Angel off the hook that easily, his grip finding its way to Angel's arm as he pulled him back towards the table. "No way, Angel. You're not going anywhere until I say so. You’re my lucky charm!" Husker was right there! Think, Angel, think! This was turning straight south. He gave a quiet groan towards himself, taking a step closer to the drunkard.

“Hey, maybe next time I can offer you more than just luck. Stay here, I might join you for an extra round or two later.” He let a hand rub against Don’s nape. He only laughed and nodded, falling back into his chair to continue another round. Angel let out a loud huff, stepping away from the table and towards the gleaning cat. He pushed his hair up and fixed his dress, creating an aura of perfection.

“Here’s your dirty money, from one old man to another.” He pulled the cash and chips out of the purse, setting them on the counter a little harder than Husk anticipated. “And, with a little bit of interest.” He smirked, leaning on the bar.

“Not bad, kid.” He gruffed, breaking the tense eye contact to grab the money. “ ‘Could definitely do a better transition on the exit, but you did fine today. Just make sure not to leave the clients unhappy or else they won’t be comin’ back.”

Angel let his eyes roll dramatically, giving a soft scoff. “Whatever you say, boss.”

“Just call me Husk. I’m not really into the formality bullshit.” He said offhandedly, pocketing the money and leaving a chunk on the bar for, Angel assumed, himself.

“Whatever you say, Husky.”

“Husk.” He said with a boost of force, shooting the cocky spider a glare. “Keep running until two. If anything happens, just call any staff member and they’ll get whatever you caused sorted out.” He took a step off the chair, opening his wings behind him as he turned to leave.

“You did good.” Husk commented before letting his cane lead him to wherever he was needed, the orange tailcoat flowing behind him dramatically. Angel only watched, grabbing the extra cash and putting it in his purse. A glimmer of hope shot through his body at the awareness that Husk wasn’t similar to Valentino, at least now. And maybe orange wasn’t such a terrible color.