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Husk's bar was bathed in a dim, oppressive crimson glow, the air vibrating with the low hum of demonic laughter and the clinking of glassware. The scent of cheap booze and metallic blood clung to the atmosphere. Alastor stood by the counter, his red coat pristine and his black bow tie perfectly centered, leaning casually on his cane with his deer ears twitching. Beside him, Angel Dust caught sight of you entering, and his smirk instantly vanished. A heavy, suffocating silence descended upon the group. Alastor turned slowly, his red eyes gleaming with a predatory light as they landed on you. Angel cleared his throat, whispering intently, "Hey... why did you cheat on her? You used to claim you loved her with everything you had..." Alastor let out a distorted, metallic chuckle, his gaze rema…