To Sever a Loveless Bond
••RadioDust Soulmate AU••
Part 7/?
Something of an interlude chapter and a bit shorter, sorry about that. Doctor stuff slowed me down today.
Guillermo’s was a small cafe on the fifteenth floor of an office building in the Greed District. It was ludicrously exclusive, the kind of place that you had to really know someone in order to get into, and it served as close to real Italian food as you could find in Hell. It was one of the few decent restaurants that wasn’t seen as part of Rosie’s overlord territory, and often saw business from overlords, various high-ranking Hellborn visiting the Pride ring, a few of the Goetian nobility, and even (on one occasion, judging by the framed and signed photo on the wall) the famous imp clown, Fizzarolli. You needed a reservation, and it could take weeks or even months to get in.
Angel Dust had never once had to wait to get into Guillermo’s. No matter when he showed up, there was a table for him, no questions asked. This was because Angel had done the place a favor by keeping the Vees from attempting to interfere with it, a thing that could easily ruin any business. And the reason Angel did them such a favor was because the place was funded—and unofficially managed by—his older brother, Arackniss.
Their entire living existence, Angel and Arackniss had a difficult relationship. Volatile, and often violent, they had at least been unified in their shared hatred of their parents and had managed to become amicable business partners after the death of their father and Arackniss’s subsequent management of the Family Business.
Arackniss had never said it, but Angel was pretty sure that Anthony’s overdose had been the final nail in the coffin of their animosity, and now, they got along well enough for two guys with nothing in common who didn’t see each other for years at a time. It had its perks, especially since Arackniss was still tangled up in Hell’s mafia and had more connections than Vox had ports.
Family is family, I guess. Even down here.