Requested by: @minosseade

Pairing: Angel Dust & fem!Reader (ft. Husk)

Summary: Angel Dust's daughter in the living world comes down to Hell after a long time, still mad at her father for leaving her after he committed suicide.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, smoking, drinking, and profanity.

POV: 2nd person & a little bit of 1st person

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You were Angel Dust's daughter. At least, that's his new name. You still couldn't believe he preferred being named after a drug rather than his own name, one that felt all too familiar in your mouth, aside from "Dad."

You knew he suffered from many mental health illnesses and got wasted all too often. Maybe that's why he was able to hold off his death for so long. Because you were the one thing that motivated him, and kept him going.

But it turned out you were playing a game that neither of you won in the end.

The day you came home you saw his suicide note.

"Y/N--
I'm sorry. The pressure from everyone and everything was too much for me to take and I had to end it. I will always love you, and I know you'll do all too well when I'm gone.
Yours,
Dad"

That day you cried all the tears you had. You cried and cried and cried.

You were by yourself, 18 and alone.
Your mother left you when you were only 4.
And your dad died of suicide.

You were angry and sad at the same time. You were mad at Anthony, at your mother, and all of your stupid friends...but most of all, you were mad at yourself.

How could you've let this happen? You were the reason why he died, weren't you?

Yet here you were, seeing him eye to eye once again. In a different life. The afterlife. In Hell of all places.

He greeted you with open arms. He looked so much more different...yet the same all at once. The nostalgia and sadness was too much for you to handle.

You saw the look in his eyes soften more and more, his heart breaking with every word you spat.

Because he knew...it really was his fault.

"How could you have ended up like this?! You let yourself die, knowing I had no one! NO ONE! I was a fucking child!" You screamed, tears streaming down your cheeks. You hit him in the chest. "You think I want to see you after all this time?! YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG!" You yelled, feeling your own heart break as he sobbed, not even able to look you in the eyes.

"Fucking coward..." You muttered, running as fast as your legs could carry you. You just wanted to get as far away as possible. As far away as you could be...from him.

Human or not, you didn't want to see his face ever again.

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-Husk's POV-

The hotel was empty, everyone else had gone to bed and I was drowning my stress in yet another bottle of cheap booze.

I heard the hotel door creak open.

"We're closed!" I called in a gruff voice as I wiped down another shot glass. I looked up at the visitor. "Oh, it's just you Angel." I had to do a double take before seeing that he was...crying?

"Are you okay...?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Give me the strongest thing you have." Angel replied through sniffles, plopping himself on the stool across from me.

"We're closed."
"The strongest fucking thing you have...please..." Angel said, combing back his hair as he stared at the counter, avoiding eye contact.

I nodded, turning around to fix the poor guy a drink.

After a while, I came back with a strong bottle of booze, one I've been saving for a special occasion...or emergency. There must've been something really serious that happened to wreck someone like Angel Dust.

The once charismatic and flirty Angel that I had known was now replaced by the heartbroken loner sitting in front of me.

No more jokes, no more flirts...just silence as the mood crept through the walls of our hotel's bar.
Angel took a swig of the bottle and pulled out a cigarette.

"You can't light that in here," I said.

Angel ignored me, pulling out a match.
"I said you can't light that shit in here!" I said a bit louder. Again, he ignored me. "Angel!"

"WHAT?!" He yelled back, his voice cracking slightly. The match slipped out of his hands, dropping on the floor.

"Fuck!" I yelled, rushing to the other side as I extinguished the mini fire with my foot, stomping it out. Angel was fanning it. I slapped his hand. "You don't extinguish a fire like that dumbass!"

Angel looked embarrassed. Which is...so unlike Angel...

I sighed, returning to the other side of the bar, going back to cleaning glasses before clearing my throat. "Looks like you need a bartender to talk to," I said.

Angel rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his drink. "I'm sure every wasted drunk that comes into this bar tells you all their dirty secrets."

I shrugged. "You're not wrong about that, Angel. But with my experience, you'd know that I'm good at giving advice then, hm?" I said, raising my booze to him.

Angel opened his mouth to differ but I interrupted. "I won't judge. Trust me, I've heard it all," I said, trying my best to sound as genuine as possible.

Angel sighed in defeat. "Listen, I never told anyone this...but, I committed suicide..."

I was surprised, but I tried not to show it.

"And my daughter died today...she saw me and...screamed at me..." He continued, wiping more tears off of his face. "S-she's...she's still mad at me..." He trailed off, looking sorrowfully down his now empty bottle of booze. "Ring me up another one of these, Husk," he said, waving it in the air.

"You're not gonna find the solution to your problem at the bottom of a shot glass. Trust me, I've looked...too many times..." I said, taking his bottle. "What you do need, is to talk to your daughter."

"I tried! She...hates me..." He turned away, his eyes glossy with tears.

I shook my head. "Where is she?" I asked.

"Fuck...not sure...probably someplace to hide away from me," he said glumly, tracing his finger along the counter.

I nodded. "I think I might know where she is," I said. "Wait here."

"W-woah! You can't do that!!" Angel called after me. But it was too late, I was already out of the door.

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-No one's POV-

You were sitting on the stool of a bar only a few blocks away from the hotel, drowning your sorrows in alcohol. (Like father, like daughter.)

You were ordering your...what was it now? It had to at least be your fourth or fifth glass of whiskey.

"Haven't seen you around here," said a gruff voice. You turned around to see where it was coming from and saw a cat demon taking a seat next to you.

"Yeah...I'm new," you said, taking a long drink.

"You also don't seem like you're here for beer..." he said knowingly. "I mean...you are, but you're trying to tune out another problem with...your sixth glass of whiskey," he said, motioning towards your drink.

You looked down at the cup. "How'd you know--?"

The stranger shrugged. "I'm a bartender myself. We know things like that. I've also been in your position...too many times for a man to admit."

"Oh..." You said, pushing away the drink.

The stranger raised his eyebrows. "Hm, smart kid. Your father on the other hand..." he said with a chuckle.

"How do you know who my father is?"
"Well, I happen to know him. I'm Husk by the way," Husk said.

"Pleasure. I'm--"
"Y/N. I know," Husk said with a smile.

"Right. Well if you're here to tell me to go back to my father, don't waste your breath, because I'm not."

Husk nodded. "Okay. Well, that was exactly what I was going to do...so...I'll leave you to it!" He said, turning to leave.

Your eyes widened. "Wait."

Husk gave a coy smile and sat back down. "I know that's what you really want. To see your father again."

"Well...maybe..."

"And I know for a fact he wants to talk to you."

I slowly nodded. Husk continued, "I know where he is. Follow me, let's set things right," he said, helping me off of the stool and slapping down his own money on the counter. "On me," he said with a smile.