For Angel Dust, today was another shitty day in the studio, like normal, or as close as normal could be for him. He had pretty much just clocked in and, after a confrontation with Val, was going to his changing room to get ready for his shoot.

But as Angel passed the break room, he spotted a demon in there, adjusting something on the counter and humming cheerfully. He paused, recognizing the humming from the few times he’d heard it. It was the newest of Val’s employees. He was the sort that could light up a room with a smile, but clearly not the brightest bulb in the Christmas tree, considering how easily he could be talked into doing pretty much anything.

Angel Dust probably shouldn’t care too much, his soul already belonged to Val, which meant he was pretty much already screwed, right? But something about the other demon, about the way Val looked at him, reminded him of himself, back before things got really bad. Fuck it. Angel thought as he stepped into the room with a performative smirk, watching him fumbling with whatever had him so focused...looked like sweets he’d brought with him. Probably to share.

“Heya, toots.” Angel starts, watching him jump, stepping forward to steady him so he wouldn’t fall before he continued. “Look, I’m sure we don’t have much time to talk before whatever shoot Val has planned, so I’ll make this quick.” He pauses, trying to piece together exactly the advice he had for the other sinner. “It’s just...I’ve noticed how Val’s been treatin’ you, and lookin’ at you, ya know? So, I guess I wanted to warn you...he’s not what he seems, so be careful. Try not to hold his attention too much, yeah?” Shit, why am I even doing this?