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Assistant: Title: One helluva time with Iruma kun
        Author: 616mcu 616mcu 
        Chapter: 58/60 
        Summary: We know that Iruma is capable of surving pretty much anything. Avoiding danger is just second nature to the little guy, espically when it comes to the underworld. But what happened when his parents sell him to hell ... the wrong hell ... with the wrong demon. In a much cruler world, ful of sadistic radio dear, IMPs that never make his life easier, an angel unable to help, and a plucky princess with dreams, or delusions, of a better tomorrow, can he keep his smile on, or is dispair his ultimate fate?
        Contents: Chapter 58: Chapter 55: What counts as a Father Figure?
    

    
      

        
          
          
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  KeeKee watched as the deer with a fun voice dusted off his suit. 
  
    “I believe that covers all the damage Asmodeus wrecked upon the hotel.”
  
   It was two days since the giant chicken bursted in to start smashing up the place in a blind and fiery rage. 
  
    “To be honest, I half expected him to be scarier than Angel Dust’s attempts at flirting.”
  

  “The hotel wouldn’t have taken so much damage if you had just 
  
    told 
  
  him where Iruma and the clown was!” The angry moth that mated with master shouted.

  
    “Where was the fun in that? They were having so much fun on their little adventure. And I’m sure Young Suzuki was quite happy to finally sink his teeth into that Striker fellow again.”
  

  “He still tastes like a loan shark.” The blue puppy gagged as he brushed his tongue. “I still have the aftertaste in my mouth.”

  “I can clean it out.” The roach held out her hand, eagerly smiling. “I’m all 
  
    yours 
  
  to 
  
    taste
  
  , bad boy.”

  “Pretty sure his teeth are reserved for his girlfriend and his hellhound side piece.” The spider snickered.

  “Yes—wait what do you mean by side piece?” The dog asked with a blink.

  “You’re right. Your songbird wants a bite out of the dog too.” The spider nodded. “My mistake.”

  “… Just going to ignore that for a more important question.” The puppy pointed to the main room. “When are we going to talk about Charlie?”

  He was, of course, gesturing to the master, who was gazing frantically from picture to picture on a massive board tied together with red yarn. “Okay okay okay! So what if Iruma was kidnapped again and Asmodeus wrecked the hotel and scared off any potential recruits? So what if we haven’t had another patron since Sir Pentious in the last five months? This is 
  
    still doable!” 
  
  Master exclaimed. “We still can make this work and get them into Heaven even if they 
  
    refuse to let an innocent child up there, 
  
  
    yes yes, very doable, very!”
  
   The universe began to shake from her nervous laughter.

  
    “Hahaha, she finally broke from the pressure! Took longer than I expected, but the payoff is incredible!”
  

  “F-Fu-gah!” The puppy grumbled. “I still can’t say it, anyone else?” He asked.

  Slam

  A goat hoof fell down next to them as the burning eyes of the now giant princess of hell glared with fiery horns on her head, black blood vessels in her red sclera. 
  
    “F@CK OFF, ALASTOR!”
  

  “… Huh.” Her fellow cat muttered as he took a drink. “Didn’t know she had hooves.”

  “Mew.” It was hard to tell under the pants and shoes.

  “There there, hun.” The moth woman hugged the master’s leg, getting her to shrink down. “You got this.”

  “Do we!?” Master shouted as her horns were still sticking out, and blood vessels were now red as her sclera was back to yellow . “We only have one month left until the extermination, and we’ve yet to prove to heaven that redemption is possible for sinners!”

  “Charlie …” The puppy placed a hand on the master’s shoulder. “I love your idea, and I think that hope is a beautiful thing.”

  “Aww, Iruma …”

  “But you need to stop having faith that they’re going to ever let any of us into heaven, ever.” That made master pout. “You’ve talked to heaven and they said they wanted to kill everyone. I’m not sure how further up we can take that.”

  “Further up…. Iruma, you’re a genius!” Charlie hugged the boy with a big smile and kissed him on the head.
“He is?” Most of the hotel spoke in unison.
  “I am?” The puppy blinked, confused.

  “Yes, he gave us the answer!”

  “You mean killing everyone?” Vaggie questioned.

  
    “I’ll get the pitchforks right away!”
  

  “No, no not that! The part about going further up.”

  “Aww.” The roach lady pouted.

  “Adam may have been an @ssh@l@, but he’s not the one in charge of Heaven. If I go to a higher authority than him, then I might have a chance at convincing them the hotel can work!” Charlie cheered.

  “That won’t help either.” Iruma shook his head. “Emily is higher up than Adam. And if she was kept in the dark, then it means someone higher up than her is supporting the extermination.”

  “How the heck did you piece that one together?” The spider asked.

  “I just based it on a model of how my parents never got in trouble with the law.” The puppy shrugged.

  “I have to give it my best shot in either case.” Master sighed. “And Emily said she’d vouch for us upstairs, so that’s already one angel’s support than we had … Iruma…” She turned to the pup. “I need you and the imps to stay on Earth long enough to get her attention.”

  “Not that I’m against it, but why?” The pup asked.

  “She’s our only connection to heaven and they can get us a meeting with the higher ups.” Master explained.

  
    “Sadly that won’t work I’m afraid.”
  
   The deer man shook his head. 
  
    “As much as I adore the idea of listening to her wails when she realizes all angels are genocidal, the Seraphim is on as tight of a leash as Young Suzuki. Used up one too many of her cards to see him when all of heaven is trying so hard to keep the wool over her eyes.”
  

  “It’s... it’s not that bad, right?” Master weakly asked the pup.

  “She did say she had to sneak out to see me on Earth.” He nodded. “And I spent a week on Earth during the camp mission and didn’t run into her… they might have banned her from going to Earth outright.”

  “Fuuuuuuuuck.” Charlie banged her head on the board, groaning in frustration. “There had to be another way to get into contact with heaven. There has to be.”

  The moth looked at her mate and sighed. “You know you already have a link to heaven on your phone, right hun?”

  “I do?” Charlie blinked, before wincing. “Ooooooh… noooo, no, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “I think …”

  “No …”

  “We need to talk to …”

  “Don’t say it, Vaggie.”

  “Your dad.”

  “Ahhhhh! I said not to say it!” Charlie screamed into a pillow.

  “I thought your dad was nice.” The pup nodded.

  “Yeah, he’s nice, but he’s also the one that allowed the exterminations to begin with!” Master screamed. “He just said ‘oh go ahead and kill everyone’, and that was that!”

  “Sounds like my kind of bad boy~” The roach lady giggled.

  “I wouldn’t mind meetin’ the Big Bad King of Hell himself.” The spider smirked.

  “You don’t want him over because of your daddy issues, right?” The cat questioned her master.

  Charlie laughed off unconvincingly. “What? Pfft, seriously guys, since when did you ever get the idea that I have daddy issues?”

  “You mean like when you awkwardly pusssshed the king of Pride away during that ssssscavenger hunt?” The snake pointed out.

  “....I regret so much right now.” Master curled up in a ball.

  “It’s alright.” The wolf reassured Master. “I have daddy issues too. According to Blitz, I don’t have any father figures in my life since Moxxie doesn’t count for some reason.”

  “Well, he is the second prissiest demon we know.” The spider laughed.

  “Aside from you?” The moth woman glared.

  “Hey, I own it, and the kid does too.”

  “I don’t like dresses, but other women’s clothing are up in the air.” The pup raised a hand. “Would totally wear a crop top if Alastor let me.”

  
    “Either a suit or dress, one must wear only success, not modern 
    trashy trends that deserve to die in a fire …”
  
   The deer began that rando ominous nonsense.

  “Charlie, I think your dad’s the only option we have.” Vaggie sighed. “I mean, you’ve written down some really outlandish stuff on your board trying to come up with ideas.”

  “Clapping handsssss, cupcakessss, find a unicorn to ussse it’sssss magic.” The snake listed off as he walked into the billboard.

  “Wait, what’s this say?” Wolf boy looked to the coroner of the wall. “Iruma’s family tree pla—”

  “That’s nothing, that’s nothing at all. Don’t look at it!! IT DOESN’T EXIST!” Charlie took out a fire ball and burned the paper, and the entire coroner of the bulletin board, making everyone stare at her. “....There was a bug on it…” She made a forced smile.

  “I should have known!” The cockroach lady pulled out a flamethrower. “I shall take inspiration from the camps! 
  No survivors!”
   And then she began setting the hotel on fire, laughing maniacally.

  
    “Iruma, be a dear and please—”
  

  
    “Grrr!”
  

  “… You did that on purpose.” Charlie glared as she held the growling pup in her arms.

  
    “Just wanted to see if it was still going on. Rampaging beasts can be fun if you know how to use them.”
  
   The deer smirked with a shrug.

  “We got a 
  
    lot 
  
  of work to do.” The moth muttered. “Charlie?”

  “I’ll call dad once Iruma calms down.” Master sighed as she rubbed the boy’s head. “There there, it’ll be alright …”

  
    “Prrrrrrrrrr.”
  
   The doggie purred as he curled up closer, his fur getting fluffier as he closed his eyes, a tail growing out as it hugged her back.

  “Awwwww.” The snake cooed as he took a picture from his steampunk style camera. “Thisssssssss isssss a sssssssssweeeet mother-sssssssson moment.”

  “What? Nah No Pfffft… What gives you that impression?” Master waved off.

  “The fact you two make the same face when you try to lie.” The spider grinned.

  “Not a lie, not a lie at all!” Master had way too many issues to unpack. Just like her creator.

  ========================================================================

  Lucifer cackled. “Hahahaha!!!  Soon, it shall be complete …” His most amazing creation yet … his most wonderful of masterpieces … “The microwave duck! That backflips!”

  “Quack.” The duck flipped as it spat out a mini parse out of its mouth. “Quack.”

  “Success!” He laughed. “Yes, thank you for your applause! Thank you!”

  
    “Quack! Quack! Quack!”
  
   The wonderful and glorious creations of Lucifer Morningstar chanted out.

  
    Quack.
  
   “Oh what do you know, depression?” 
  
    Quack quack.
  
   “No, I am 
  
    not 
  
  in denial! Lilith just… left to get milk!” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “So what if we divorced? That doesn’t mean the love we have sizzled out or went away or faded out. It’s nothing like that!” 

  
    Quack.
  
   “No! My daughter didn’t leave me. She just went to do her own thing!” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “We talked five months ago! It’s not like it’s been a year!” 
  
    Quack quack.
  
   “Well of course what she’s trying to do is pointless but I can’t tell her that for the one hundred and fiftieth time, she’ll lose her optimism and get depressed!” 
  
    Quack
  
  . “Yes like me … wait no—” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “That was a cheap shot and you know it!” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “Why you little—!” He began strangling the little b@st@rd as he tumbled into the ground. “I’m not letting your intrusive thoughts win again! I am, and will be a happy—!”

  
    Ba ba badadada ba da ba da
  

  Lucifer stopped as his favorite ringtone began playing on his phone. He checked it. “Hmm? Charlie’s calling.” He idly noted. “... Charli—Charlie’s calling!” He screamed with wide eyes, grabbing it and looking at the screen. “This is the first time 
  
    she 
  
  called 
  
    me
  
   in years!” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “You’re right, I need to play it cool! Hey Char-Char … no, that’s stupid!” Lucifer winced. He needed to be less cringey than that. “Hey, Charlie!” Too excited. “So, Charlie, how’s it been?” Too casual. Come on, think, think, what would Charlie find appealing but not too clingy or creepy that would turn her away for the next seven years?

  Before the call could go to voicemail, he answered, and he answered with the best possible option in his head. He smiled. “HEY, B@TCH!” 
  
    …Quack.
  
   Quiet you, not the time!

  “…. Hey, dad…” 
  Charlie answered with a slow response … She responded, so that meant he didn’t turn her away which meant Charlie loved him! 
  “Are ... are you busy?”

  “Yeah, yeah, super busy, you know…” He looked around at the pile of ducks that he never released to the public. “Just doing my stuff, king of hell, you know how it is …”

  
    “Got it … I guess I’ll call you later then—”
  

  “NO!” He screamed, nearly dropping his phone. “None of that is more important than you! I mean, I’m the king, I can always put it off for later— I mean, it’s hell, not like time’s an issue, cause I got all the time you need to tell me what’s on your mind!”

  
    “Right …”
  

  “So how’ve you been? What’ve you been up to!? Where are you living these days?”

  
    “…. Dad, I’ve explained this months ago! My dream, you know, using the old hotel to help rehabilitate sinners? I’ve made a commercial and everything.”
  

  “Oooh… right...” Lucifer’s shoulders slumped. He actually didn’t think Charlie went 
  
    through 
  
  with her idea. Rehabilitating sinners … it sounded 
  
    amazing and spectacular … 
  
  but impossible ... and it was pointless to chase the impossible. “Well, I don’t really watch a lot of tv, you know, rattles the brain.” He made funny face and noises while twirly gesturing his noggin and wiggling his sticking out tongue. Then Lucifer’s smiling expression returned. “As that’s why I gave myself a year of zen and just … destroyed all the technology inside my house. Besides my phone of course, so you could always reach me.”

  
    “Right… uh… so… this is going to be a bit awkward.. but... I have a bit of a favor to ask, and it’s a big favor.”
  

  Lucifer’s smile widened. “Name it, anything you ask!” He yelled. “Anything you ask is within my power to grant!”

  
    “I need you to set up a meeting 
    
      in
    
     heaven.”
  

  “…. Anything but that!” He exclaimed again, his smile now strained. “What about that unicorn you wanted when you were fifty? I can even add that rainbow laser that can make it rain down gumdrops!”

  
    “No, dad I… okay, maybe later for Iruma, but I’m serious about the meeting! I’ve made some real good progress on my patrons and I want Heaven to know we 
    
      are 
    
    doing good work here.”
  

  Lucifer winced, his face brimming with hesitation and uneasiness. “I … really can’t …” Heaven would never accept her. They would punish her for daring to go against their words and laws. Lucifer tried so many years ago … so many times … nothing. “It’s not like I’ve been on good terms with them in the last ten thousand years...”

  
    “Dad, please! If you could just see what we’re doing at the hotel for yourself, then maybe you’d believe—”
  

  “Wait…” Lucifer interrupted, blinking, “see for myself… are... are you inviting me over!?” He beamed. Was this too good to be true!?

  
    “Um … yeah?”
  

  “I’ll be over in ten!” He hung up. “She needs me … AHA! MY DAUGHTER NEEDS ME! SHE REALLY NEEDS ME!” He cheered, throwing his latest duck on the ground. “Take that, depression!” 
  
    Quack.
  
   “Don’t be hating just because I’ve conquered you today! My daughter needs me, and I’m going to be there for her like a good dad!” He laughed.

  
    Quack.
  
   “Yes! Even if her dreams … are crushed … again …” He winced. “I mean… it’s not like dreams are all that important… I mean, she can run a hotel... a regular hotel…” Lucifer shook his head, “and it’ll be good enough! Right! That will do! That’s what life is all about! Good ole compromise!” And that would be enough … hopefully … 
  
    Quack.
  
   Quiet you!

  ========================================================================

  Alastor smirked as he gazed over the room. 
  
    “Oh what wonderful decorum to treat our lovely guest with.”
  
   He chuckled. 
  
    “Banners with the wrong occasion printed out, cookies with threatening messages written out on them, and two less than ideal patrons to prove dear miss Charlotte’s point. Why, it’s practically perfect.”
  
   Alastor smiled with delight.

  “I don’t get it.” Young Suzuki asked their violent manager. “Lucifer rules hell, why would angels care what he has to say when they don’t care about any demon at all?”

  “Lucifer may be the king of hell, but he’s also an angel, a seraphim, at that.” Vaggie nodded as she explained. “Even if he’s fallen, he’s still powerful enough to give most angels pause, so when he has something to say, they’ll listen, even if he’s forbidden to enter heaven again.”

  “Ah.” The young boy nodded. “So if we can somehow convince him that heaven can actually be talked to even if they’ll never actually listen to us, he’ll get us a pass up there?”

  “Precisely!” Charlie grinned as she jumped for joy. “So we need to show him our best foot forward. Nifty, keep cleaning till there’s not a single speck of dust left-no matches.” The princess picked the fire starters out of her hands.

  “But bugs.” She pouted.

  “Husk, no getting TOO drunk on the job, and keep up a smile!”

  “F@ck.” The bartender groaned as he slammed his head on the counter.

  “Angel Dust, he is my dad, and married, so keep flirting to a minimum.”

  “I’ll try my best to resist his angelic charms.” The prostitute shrugged.

  “Iruma and Pentious … just be yourselves.”

  “I will approach thissssssss missssssion witttttthhhh the upmossssssssst resssssspect and delicacccccccy!” The snake nodded.

  “Will do Charlie.” The young boy saluted.

  “Nifty … try to keep the murderous undertones minimized for the next three hours, and we’ll talk about biting.”

  “Yaaaay!” Nifty grinned as he leaned onto Iruma’s leg, staring into the mouths on his arms. “Those teeth are 
  
    mine.”
  

  “... I’ll worry about that later.” The boy muttered.

  
    “What about me, Ms. Morningstar? What will be 
    
      my
    
     specially designated task?”
  

  “And Alastor… just no.” The princess shook her head. “No... no, no, no to everything, just no.”

  
    “Hmm, what about-”
  

  “No.”

  
    “Then-”
  

  “No.”

  
    “A-”
  

  “No.” She stated firmly. “You are the antithesis of everything that this hotel stands for.”

  
    “That’s a bit rude.”
  
   He chuckled. 
  
    “I’ve done nothing but help this hotel and it’s patrons. Barring Young Suzuki, every request is fulfilled to the letter.”
  

  “And yet you still proudly proclaim the torture of a innocent fourteen year old, so everything you’re saying is just going in one ear and out the other to me.” Charlie put on a forced smile. “That alone is justification for everything I’ve said and will say to you.” Ah, so polite yet so firm, such a fun little girl. “And if you so much as do ANYTHING like that today, one word is all my dad needs to end you right here and now.”
“Ooooh, looks like the bellhop isn’t the only one that’s been growing out their fangs.” Like he was afraid of the king of hell….no one scared him. “Worry not dear Charlotte, best behavior today. Co-owner's honor.”
  “That’ll have to do.” Charlie sighed as she turned to the clock. “Everyone in position?”

  “Friendly and non-seductive posture revved to go.” The prostitute shot a finger gun at the princess.

  “Okay, ready … ready …” She took a breath and opened the door. “Hey dad-”

  “Charlie!” The admittedly tiny man hugged the girl with a huge smile. “So good to see you! You look like you’re doing well!” He shouted jovially, letting go and looking at their cat. His face softened childishly. “Oh, and my precious little KeeKee is still as adorable as ever.” The king rubbed the creature, who purred in delight. “Yesss you are, yesss you are.”

  “... Wow, he’s the mirror image of Charlie.” The prostitute muttered off to the side.

  “Oh Razzle, Dazzle, how are my favorite little dollies.” He held onto the two guardians. “You’ve been taking care of Char Char right? … 
  If not you’re beyond dead.”
   And instantly let them go. “It’s so nice to see you again!”

  “Not an exxxxxact mirror.” The snake deadpanned.

  “No, that’s how Charlie gets whenever Iruma’s in trouble.” Nifty corrected. “So pretty much a perfect mirror.”

  “So this is your hotel, it’s … eh …” Lucifer looked at the cookies with bl@@dy knives painted on them.

  “Yes, welcome to the Hap-” Alastor coughed loudly as Charlie gave a small grumble. “-Hazbin Hotel. Where you’re happy to leave, cause you’re booking into heaven next... Hopefully.”

  “It…. certainly has... Character to it.” The diminutive king laughed, looking around. “It’s definitely nicer than it was about a hundred years ago-” He stopped himself, his face scrunched in disgust, “-oh-oh what in the unholy hell is that!?” Lucifer pointed with his cane to his added renovations, the bar and pool area. “It’s like someone patched a swamp into the middle of everything.”

  
    “That would be my personal little touch. A slight touch of vice, 
    
      just
    
     enough to allow a gradual ease out of evil instead of just forcing them into it.”
  
   Alastor smirked.

  “...And you are?” The king looked at him with confusion. “Charlie, who’s this, the bellhop or something?”

  “Pfffttt.” Iruma held in a snicker.

  Alastor chose to hold off 
  
    ripping the brat’s arm off
  
   as he started recomposing himself. 
  
    “Name’s Alastor, your Majesty, it’s quite the pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!”
  
   He popped out from behind the diminutive moron as he aggressively shook his hand, the movements caused the fallen angel’s hat dipped forward blocking his eyesight. 
  
    “I happen to be the co-owner of this little project. I assume you heard of me from my radio broadcasts?”
  
   He smirked.

  The King of Hell straightened his hat. “Nope, I take it upon myself to not listen to unimaginative messages.” Lucifer smirked. “I guess that’s why Charlie called it the Hazbin Hotel.”

  
    “Haha, It was my name, actually!”
  

  “Haha, so it was a self-deprecating joke!”

  
    “HAHA, at least I’m not shorter than person!”
  

  “HAHA, at least people actually 
  
    know
  
   me on sight!”

  
    “HAHA, well f@ck you.”
  
   This man would die one day by his hands.

  “Nifty, get the popcorn!” The boy grinned. 

  “Already got it.” The spider guy handed him a bag.

  “I see why you called me over, Charlie.” The b@st@rd shook his head. “You need to get rid of this pest right?”

  “It’s… complicated.” The princess sighed. “I know he’s… him, but he was the first person to give the hotel some actual backing and support. Without him, this place would be in pieces by now.”

  Charlie admitting to his 
  
    good
  
   contribution in combination with her daddy issues playing out before them…. Oh Alastor knew 
  
    exactly
  
   how to stir the pot here. 
  
    “Charlie has a very…
    
      unique
    
     vision. One I never saw before in all of hell. Even if I don’t believe or want redemption for myself, I decided that such an endeavor 
    
      must
    
     be backed with support.”
  

  Charlotte stared, lips thinned. “And yet you belittle us on the daily.” 

  
    “What’s life without a devil on your shoulder?”
  
   Alastor grinned to the fuming looking b@st@rd. 
  
    “It’s not like anyone 
    
      else
    
     was available to help you out in all this time.”
  

  Oh that pasty white face was absolutely EXPLODING with rage. Would he destroy the hotel in a blind frenzy and doom even MORE of Charlie’s hopes? Make her more and more vulnerable emotionally? Or would he bottle it all up and suffer the indignity in silence? Instead, Lucifer then laughed it off. “HAHAHA, lovely to meet you, Charlie, why don’t you introduce me to your OTHER FRIENDS!?!?” Bottling it was… for 
  
    now
  
   at least.

  “Well, this is Vaggie …” The princess smiled, her arm wrapped around her courted. “My girlfriend.” The manager waved shyly.

  He laughed more. “You’re into girls, so am I! We have so much in common! Put ‘em there, Maggie!” The man awkwardly tried to relate as he grabbed onto the manager.

  “Oh this is so awkward..” Vaggie flinched as she was hugged tightly.

  “Hehehehe, she’s so pretty, heh…” The man had no idea what he was doing…. Oh this was going to be delightful to 
  
    savor.
  

  “This right here is our front deskman, Husk.” The princess went on.

  “Hello.” Husker gave an unenthusiastic wave of a hand.

  “...That's the first thing people see when they walk into the hotel?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

  “... And over here we have our patrons, Angel Dust and Sir Pentious.” She gestured the sinners.

  “Greetingsssss, your majessssty.” The snake bowed formally, accidentally falling on his face due to his overly enthusiastic motions.

  “Heya, short king.” And their ‘star resident’ smirked and blew a kiss.

  “....Is the ring not big enough?” The pr@ck asked, looking at his wedding band on his finger. “Should I carry a sign?”

  “I thought Charlie said you were-” Iruma began to speak up, before Charlie scooted him over and shoved a cookie into his mouth.

  “Dad, you remember Iruma, right?!” Charlie laughed nervously

  “Of course, I could never forget such a bright eyed and open minded young man.” The little pr@ck smiled. “Although you look hairier somehow … new hairstyle?”

  “I wish, I can never get rid of this cowlick.” The boy nodded. “And it’s always on fire now, makes it hard to sleep sometimes.”

  “I suggest taking a nice cold shower, that usually helps when I catch on fire.” Lucifer offered with a grin … This entire family was a naive mess, adopted or not.

  “Well, I wanted to talk to you about something since we now have the time.” Charlie cleared her throat as she placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “He’s a special case, a hu-”

  “Hello!” Nifty grinned, running up on the pr@ck’s chest. “I’m Nifty! I clean the place!” She smirked. “And I can clean you too.”

  “Seriously, is the ring not-”

  “By 
  *Bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep*ing
   me, king of bad boys.”

  There was a long … LONG and uncomfortable silence … before the man gently placed the woman down. “... I don’t know what’s more disturbing.” The king said, his voice and face blank. “That she said that to a stranger, or the fact that’s what Lily asked me to do on our honeymoon.”

  “Eh, it's actually on the tamer side of what’s she said-Look out!” The boy pushed the king out of the way as a chandelier fell on top of Young Suzuki. “Gaah … bruised but alright.” The teenager grumbled.

  “You…. you just…. “ The king looked baffled beyond belief… oh he was going to enjoy replaying THIS moment in his head, seeing that confused b@st@rd’s face over and over again. “I would’ve been fine.”

  “But it was the nice thing to do.” The boy shrugged as he got out.

  “...” Lucifer turned his daughter. “Are you sure you don’t want this guy as your boyfriend? He’s awesome!” He grinned widely.

  “Wait what?” Vaggie blinked.

  “You are literally the FIRST genuinely nice person I’ve met other than my Lily!” The man exclaimed happily, hugging the boy tightly. “Tell me, has anyone ever hurt you down here? I’ll make sure they can never do it again!”

  “That’s going to be a very long list of names.” The boy muttered. “Do I start with sinners, imps, or the sins first?”

  “Any order’s fine, I’ll warm up while I prepare to rip off some arms.”

  “Heheh, dad, as much as I love that you’re getting along with one of my friends...” Charlie chuckled nervously. “We still have really, 
  
    really
  
   urgent business to discuss.”

  
    “Why yes.”
  
   Alastor smirked. 
  
    “It’s almost as if you’re avoiding the topic by constantly switching things up. What’s wrong, don’t want to support dear Charlotte’s wish to go up to heaven?”
  

  The king’s eyes twitched as he looked back at them. “Well, obviously the reason why it hasn’t gone anywhere is because of the half-hazzard help YOU’VE been giving her!”

  
    “Oh, and you can do better, Mr. Absentee father?”
  

  Lucifer smirked. “Oh can’t I …” He snapped his fingers as multiple small statues of himself began playing trumpets, grabbing Charlie as he dragged her into another world. 
  
    “Haha, looks like you could use some help, from the big boss of Hell himself!”
  
   He exclaimed from on top a six winged throne of fire. “
  
    Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp!”
  
   He showed off his views on a phone.

  
    
      “Five stars! Flawless! Greater than great!”
    
  
   The b@st@rd had puppets pop out of it to sing his own praises.

  “Oooh, puppet ssssssshow.” The wannabe overlord snake clapped his hands with a smile, fascinated. “One witttttttthout roaches.”

  
    “Oh, with the punch of a pentagram!”
  
   He slammed his fist onto the world, creating a pentagram that he himself popped out of. 
  
    “I wap-bam-boom, alakazam!” 
  
   

  
    “Making up your own words, how tacky.”
  
   Alastor muttered as he felt himself getting tied up. 
  “What the-!?”
   He was startled.

  
    “Usually, I charge a sacrificial lamb.”
  
   The man exclaimed, holding a knife over him on an altar with clones of himself in robes surrounding Alastor. 
  
    “But you get the family rate!”
  

  
    “Thanks dad!”
  
   Charlie was forced into saying with all of those clones surrounding and pressuring her.

  “You can afford to stab him a little.” Husker called out.

  And now Alastor was forced into a new position serving them. 
  
    “Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef?”
  
   And he was cooked into a dish.

  
    
      “Woah-oh-oh.”
    
  
   Multiple clones dining at tables exclaimed.

  
    “Michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte.”
  

  “This…. This is beautiful.” Iruma smiled as he bit into the deer head. “Best meat I’ve ever had.”

  “Cannibalism …” Charlotte winced.

  
    “I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref!”
  
   Lucifer created a slot machine as he spilled out of it, surfing on top of the golden coins. “
  
    Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to start!”
  

  “You’re going up as one of my favorite sins!” Iruma shouted gleefully as he ate one of the caviar mountains in two bites.

  Adding his own little spells to the area, Alastor added himself to the song. 
  
    
      “Who's been here since day one?”
    
  
   He questioned with a smirk. 
  
    
      “Who's been faithful as a nun?”
    
  
   Alastor asked, putting on an nun outfit with a prayer in mind. 
  
    
      “Makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun?”
    
  
   He questioned the group. 
  
    “Your executive producer!”
  

  “... Well, that’s… technically true…” Charlie muttered.
“I'm your guy, your day-to-day!” He asked, standing to her left, right, up, and down. “Your chum, your steadfast hotelier!” Always a shoulder to lean on and learn about. “Remember when I fixed the wall today?”
  
    “It’s always broken, thank you sir!”
  
   Nifty exclaimed with a grateful smile.

  “I mean … he really 
  
    does 
  
  have a point there.” Young Suzuki muttered.

  
    
      “I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond.”
    
  
   He smiled, holding her hand as he danced on the stairs with her.

  “Really?” Charlie raised an eyebrow

  “Since when?” Iruma glared.

  
    
      “You're like the child that I wish that I had.”
    
  

  
    “Uh, what?”
  
   Lucifer and Iruma questioned at the same time.

  
    “I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned.”
  
   Alastor tucked the woman into bed.

  “Hold on now!”

  
    
      “It's a little funny, you could almost call me, daaaaaad!”
    
  
   He smirked to the king of hell.

  “That’s a horrifying thought.” The child deadpanned.
  
     
  

  As for the king’s response … a golden violin, played violently as a way of threatening. So Alastor decided to drop a piano on the man and play himself a merry little tune. In spite of either’s interference they continued to play, even as Lucifer switched to playing the accordion, making him wince.

  “.... I am SO lost right now.” Angel Dust scratched his head.

  “I get the picture.” Husker nodded as he took a sip. “Al’s a petty b@st@rd and the king’s a needy man.”

  “... Yep, that pretty much sums it up.” Vaggie nodded.

  
    
      “They say, when you're looking for assistance!”
    
  
   Alastor dumped many weights onto Charlotte. 
  
    
      “It's smart to pick the path of least resistance!”
    
  
   He exclaimed as he lifted them up.

  
    “Others say, that in your needy hour!”
  
   The man tapped danced next to his daughter’s side. 
  
    “There's no substitute for pure
  
  
     angelic power!”
  
   The man exclaimed with a lightshow and wings … before getting in close to Charlie with a deranged look on his face. 
  
    “Who just happens to also be your blood!”
  

  
    
      “Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud!
    
    ”
  
   Alastor shoved the man out of the way into the nearest wall.

  “He sort of has a point there.” Iruma muttered bitterly.
“They say the family you choose is better!” He presented a picture of the hotel staff, with Suzuki at the center for emotional emphasis.
  
    “What a bunch of losers!”
  
   The king exclaimed as he shoved Alastor.

  
    
      “Can you b@tt out of my song?!”
    
  

  
    “Your song? I started this!”
  

  Alastor forcefully placed his face on Lucifer’s, sneering. 
  
    
      “I'm singing it, I'll 
    
    
      finish it!”
    
  

  The fallen angel snarled. 
  
    “Oh, you
  
  
     tacky piece of—!”
  
   The king exclaimed as his wings burned bright-

  
    SLAM!
  
  
     
  

  
    “It's me!”
  
   Mimzy exclaimed with a big smile as she burst into the room.
  
     “Yes it's me!” 
  
  Unexpected, but not unwelcome. 
  
    “I know you were all waiting for me!”
  
   She cackled as she pranced around.

  “Okay, now I’m REALLY lost.” Angel Dust looked around.

  
    “I'm here, what a gas!”
  
   She threw a bunch of confetti at the spider. “
  
    Took a while, but I'm present at last!”
  
   And Vaggie as well.

  The manager winced. “Gah, in my eye.”

  
    “It's me, it's me!”
  
   She exclaimed loudly, doing a slide as the music crescendoed. 
  
    “Mimzzzzzzyyyyyyy!”
  

  The whole group stared at the woman in confusion.“... Who?” Lucifer questioned.

  “Hey Mimzy.” Iruma waved his hand, munching on popcorn with his other arm. “Alastor’s losing his cool with Charlie’s dad, have some popcorn.”

  “Oooh, don’t mind if I do, bluebird.” She munched on a handful, swallowing it up. “Speakin’ of, Alastor! Been a hot minute!” She grinned.

  
    “Mimzy, darling, good to see you!”
  
   He gave the woman a hug. A 
  
    very
  
   selective right.

  “Oh you heartless hedonist, you disappear for seven years, pop back up and drop out again into this ritzy joint, come on, this gal can only take so much.” Mimzy snickered as she returned the hug.

  
    “Funny, I remember your dancing skills being able to keep up MUCH more than what I’ve done so far.”
  
   Alastor chuckled.

  “... So …” Charlie spoke up awkwardly, looking perplexed. “You know each other?”

  “Know each other?” Mimzy scoffed. “We ran in the same circles when we were 
  
    alive
  
  . A real live wire this guy, even if his suit seems prim and proper.”

  
    “Nothing compared to you in your heyday, I’m sure.”
  

  “Hey, no age comments, I’m still in my prime.” 

  The others stared in bafflement. “Thissss … isssss…” The snake trailed off.

  “I know, it’s disturbing.” Iruma looked at the two patrons and the Hotel Manager. “Alastor with a normal friend.” Keep it together Al, you can always harm him for funsies later. Right now you had an image to play for Charlie and to 
  
    spite that twerpy pasty b@st@rd!
  

  
    “Why don’t you get settled in, me and dear Charlotte are currently giving his majesty a tour.”
  

  “His what now?” She blinked, turning to the man. “Al.” Mimzy growled quietly. “You gotta warn a girl when she’s in mixed company.”

  “In what now?” Iruma tilted his head.

  “Fascinating to meet you, but I’m sure Charlie has A LOT to say to me while she gives me a 
  
    private
  
   tour of this establishment 
  
    alone.”
  
   The diminutive king chuckled as he pushed Charlie ahead.

  
    “Nonsense.”
  
   He got in their way. 
  
    “We raised this hotel together, and we will take equal responsibility for it.”
  
   He smirked. 
  
    “Isn’t that right?”
  

  “...Right…” The princess looked at him skeptically, before shaking her head. 

  
    “Excellent!”
  
   Alastor grinned. 
  
    “Husker, pour the lady a drink. Iruma, do what she says and asks.”
  

  “So the normal routine?”

  
    “Like clockwork!”
  
   At least the child still understood his place.

  ========================================================================

  Charlie… felt weird. Not just because her dad was trying to just ... place himself in her life after so long, not just because he felt like Iruma was a good boyfriend for HER (which one, good for Iruma for getting through her dad’s shell, but also, wrong wrong WRONG on SO many levels), but for the sudden change in Alastor’s demeanor, trying to play himself up as some kind of father figure that’s been propping her up for the last five months. 
  
    “As you can see, our darling Nifty has cleaned a good ninety percent of this hotel in the time we’ve been together. Very soon we can officially call it bug free.”
  

  “But you’ll still be living here?”

  
    “Charlotte said I’m free to roam this establishment for as long as I please!”
  

  Her dad scoffed. “Then it’ll never be
  
     pest 
  
  free.”

  
    “Haha, I dunno, our cleaning lady has been keeping her darlin’ little eye on you ever since you walked in, Mr. Morningstar.”
  
   The demon passive aggressively chuckled with a glare.

  “... So … Mr. Morningstar.” Vaggie started.

  “Please, 
  
    you’re 
  
  my daughter’s girlfriend.” He smiled. “Call me Luci.”

  “...Ah… Mr. Morningstar…” Vaggie repeated after an awkward silence that held for ten seconds. “I believe we should talk about the help we need?”

  “Ah, right.” The man nodded. “This place could definitely use more gold trimmings. And maybe a guardrail. One wrong slip and you go ‘bleeeg’.” He overdramatically exclaimed.

  
    “Deflecting again, are we?”
  

  “And exactly what is 
  
    your
  
   position here?” Her dad glared.

  
    “Co-owner. I provide staff that this hotel lacked, refurbish any destroyed property, offer protection when I have the power to do so, and provide constant exposure that allows all of hell to be aware of dear Charlotte’s dream, which you would know if you actually tuned into my radio show. It’s the most turned in program in all seven circles.”
  

  “Hey, I am perfectly aware of what happens in my daughter’s life.” Dad glared.

  
    “Are you then aware that Adam plans to murder Young Suzuki for the crime of killing an angel?”
  

  “.....AHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAA!” Her dad laughed hysterically.

  “...Do... do you laugh like that?” Vaggie asked with a hesitant expression. 

  “I hope not.” Charlie winced.

  “That-hahahahaha-that kid killing an angel. Ahaahahahaahaha, oh man, that… ahahaha. That might be the funniest thing you’ve actually said all day. Congratulations, Bellhop, you managed to be SLIGHTLY remotely useful!” He smirked. “Don’t worry Charlie, with me around you can kick this guy to the curb. Or turn him into a jester.”

  
    “Ironic, coming from the king of sad clowns, Mr. rubber duck man.”
  

  “Excuse you!” Dad shouted defensively. And he coughed before regaining his regal composure. “... Mammon was the clown. I’m the sad ringmaster. Get your titles straight, hunting sport.”

  “Charlie, this is getting sad.” Vaggie whispered to her out of their earshot. “Like… really… really sad.”

  “You’re the one who kept pushing for him to come over.” Charlie whispered back. “
  
    This 
  
  is why I avoid the man.”

  “...Point taken, but we’re not going to get anywhere with the d@ck measuring contest.” 

  “What measuring contest?” She blinked.

  “...It goes back and forth between you and Iruma for the most naive.” Vaggie sighed. “We need to separate them to actually get something done.”

  “Like what?” Charlie groaned. “The only thing that grabs Alastor’s attention is riling people up and torturing people.”

  
    SMASSSH
  

  The hotel shook from the bottom up.

  “... What was that?” Vaggie asked, on alert.

  
    “That would be one of the many mobs Mimzy has a habit of getting on the wrong side of.”
  
   Alastor stated. 
  
    “She also has a habit of coming to me when she needs me to bail her out of her problems, but like Charlotte says, we always offer second chances to anyone in this hotel, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt.”
  
   He smiled.

  “LOAN SHARKS! WHY IS IT ALWAYS LOAN SHARKS!?” Iruma shouted angrily.

  “TAKE COVVVVVVER EVERYONE, I’LL GET THE RAY GUN!”

  “IT’S STABBIN’ TIME!”

  
     
    “If you excuse me, I believe I will be protecting your daughter’s property, Mr. Morningstar.”
  
   With a bow, the man left through the shadows.

  “… We really need to put a better leash on the sinners here.” Her dad muttered. “That’s what happens when you open up your doors to the denizens of hell, they’ll take everything you have and spit it out and ruin everything.”

  “....Vaggie, could you give me and my dad a minute alone?” Charlie asked with an eye twitch.

  “On it.” The girl walked off.

  “Dad…” Charlie rubbed her head.

  “I know, I know Char-Char, it’s disappointing to accept, but all sinners eventually let you down.” Her dad sighed. “Sure you get one or two decent ones you can talk to, like your mom, that Vaggie girl, and that Iruma boy. But at some point you have to realize that everyone’s down here for a reason. Like the Von Eldritches. They were cultists in real life that sacrificed people to Leviathan. Still friendly people, but they still pay tribute all the time. Not the pleasant kind either.”

  “Dad-”

  “It’s pointless to give them so much when they’re just going to throw it all away-!”

  “Dad, can you for ONCE not talk to me like I’m not here!?” Charlie shouted, giving her father a look of disapproval. “These are our people you’re talking about!

  Her dad looked at her like she said the most insane thing ever. “Charlie, Sinners are not our people, they’re the worst parts of humanity just thrown together in the universe's biggest trash bin. We just got unlucky to be put at the top of it.” Dad groaned. “I tried... 
  
    So
  
   hard to give humans a chance… and this is where it got me.” He gave a laugh … a 
  
    broken
  
   laugh. “I give them free will, I doom them all. I try to make hell a nice place to live, they-they trashed and wrecked it over and over for 
  centuries upon centuries.
   I try to stop the angels from exterminating sinners, and they threaten total genocide of all hellborn in all rings, in a war I …” He sighed. “A war I couldn’t hope to win …”

  Charlie blinked in shock at this revelation…and her dad’s despondent state. “They…. They what…?”

  “Charlie … heaven will never listen …” He cried. “I’ve been trying for 
  
    thousands
  
   of years … the closest I got was a treaty to spare Hellborn if I did 
  nothing
   to impede exorcists. They aren’t free spirited like us, they aren’t open minded…. They’re… they’re hopeless…. It’s hopeless….”

  Like that, something in her 
  
    snapped.
  
   “I’m SICK and tired of everyone telling me it’s hopeless!” Charlie shouted with annoyance, pushing him back. “I’ve lived in hell for a long time too, not as long as you have, but long enough to know that good people 
  
    do
  
   exist here! I’ve fought and struggled against laughter, peer pressure, mockery, no one respects me or wants to entertain my dream… yet… I’ve gotten this far! I’ve managed to convince Angel Dust AND Pentious to give it a shot! They’ve been well behaved and kind in spite of the suffering that YOU’VE permitted to happen in hell!” Charlie accused with a finger.

  “Charlie...” Dad frowned dejectedly.

  “Heck, even if Alastor doesn’t believe in me in the slightest, he’s still the closest thing I’ve gotten to an actual helping hand!”

  
    “
    You attacked us, now take your beating like a good little demon! Hahahaha!!”
  

  “You can’t put your faith in that-!”

  “Then why can’t you put your faith in me!?” Charlie yelled in frustration. “I’ve gotten help from everyone in this hotel…except 
  
    you.” 
  
  She sniffed. “You say you love me but you’ve never even given me a chance….”

  “It’s more complicated than that, they’re not going to listen!”

  “I won’t know unless I try!”

  “I TRIED, AND I FAILED!” Dad yelled…. Before crying as yellow dust spreaded on the floor. 
  
    “You…..didn't know that when……I tried this all before….”
  
   Angelic dust spread all over as images of angels surrounded them. 
  
    “My dreams were too hard to defend …”
  
   Multiple imposing figures glared down, halos that did not abide three dimensional geometry floated above an array of all seeing eyes. 
  
    “And in the end, I won't lose it all again.”
  
   And those spears … were all aimed at her. 
  
    “Now you're the only thing worth fighting for ….”
  

  “...You... you were trying to protect me…?” Charlie whispered. She never got THAT part of the story before. 

  Dad slowly nodded. “
  
    More than anything…..more than anything…”
  
   He slowly approached her with a gentle and warm hug. 
  
    “I'll shelter and adore you more than anything…..”
  

  She looked at him… at his earnestness….. And pushed it away. “Dad, I don't need you to protect me from this. I know the risk, I know the stakes, I can be ready for what they have-”

  “I just don't want you to be crushed by them like-Like I was.” He cried. “I couldn’t fight them, I couldn’t keep my dream strong, they tramped it to dust … they’ll do the same to you …”

  “Dad…” She sighed, placing her own hand in the dust, shaping her past. 
  
    “When I was young, I didn't really know you at all…”
  
   He was a bright light…. A light so bright she could barely make out his face…. But whenever she approached him… she imagined…. Hope… warmth… and…. Dreams. 
  
    “I always felt so small…”
  
   Just a little demon who didn’t know much of anything about the world… a sheltered little princess.

  
    “But I hеard your stories and I was enthralled…”
  
   The stories of the grand dreamer that dared to change what heaven had in store for the universe. 
  
    “Thе tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly….”
  
   The ducks that would sprout into swans… into something grander than they were originally meant to be… growing, changing… becoming…. Magnificent and beautiful, something beyond what most could dream up. 
  
    “Imagining it could be me!”
  

  She wanted to be that dreamer…. The one that risked everything for all their ideals and hopes. 
  
    “So in the end, it's the view I had of you…..” 
  
  She wanted to be like her father… like the first Morningstar… 
  
    “That showed me dreams can be worth fighting for!!!!” 
  
  She... she could only hope that she could do the same for Iruma.

  
    “More than anything, more than anything….” 
  
   No matter the stakes, no matter the climb, no matter the heartbreak…. 
  
    “I need to save my people more than anything …!”
  
   No matter how much it hurt and how much she struggled.

  “....It means that much to you?” Her dad asked with a small smile.

  “Yes…. Yes….” Charlie nodded with a small tear running down her cheek.

  
    “I've been dyin' to find out who you are …”
  
   He sang with a more uplifted voice.

  
    “I've been waiting, wanting the same thing …”
  
   She grinned.

  
    “Looks like the apple doesn't fall far…” 
  
  He patted her head with his cane.

  
    “Took you a while …”
  
   Charlie teased. It was obviously who she took after.

  
    “I've missed that smile.” 
  
  So many years, not speaking to each other… when they had the most in common in all of hell.

  
    
      “All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open…”
    
  
   They joined hands as they waltzed down the halls. 
  
    “Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again!”
  
   They exclaimed to the world. 
  
    “'Cause in the end, you are part of who I am!” 
  
   Her dad opened a small portal to a pocket dimension, where the golden angel dust swarmed all over….they flew all over as he carried her with his wings…. Hope and faith flowing in eternal unison.

  
    “I'll support your dream, whatever lies in store.”
  
   He exclaimed.

  
    “And who could ask for more?”
  
   She hugged him.

  
    “More than anything, more than anything!”
  
   The two of them sang out. 
  
    
      “More than anything, more than anything! I'm grateful you're my daughter/father more than anything!”
    
  
   They held each other in a graceful spin, before they came out of the pocket dimension…. United…. And… together.. 
  
    
      “More than anything..”
    
  

  Her dad breathed. “Wow … that was …”

  “Reliving?” Charlie grinned. “I know, it’s so rare that I can get people to agree with me through a song.” Guess it helped they both shared a love for musical theater.

  “Yeah … Charlie.” He started with a sigh. “I can get you that meeting. But once you’re there … I can’t protect you.” 

  “I know… thank you. This means so much to me.” She hugged him again. “Thank you… thank you for giving me a chance to try.”

  “...No… thank you for not giving up on this old sad clown.” Dad snickered. “Plus, hey, even if Heaven doesn’t think it’ll work, it can still be a safe house for sinners who don’t want to be @ssh@l@s. I mean, your Iruma friend is still the nicest demon I’ve ever meant, like… wow, he’s… like… WAY beyond anything I’ve seen in hell. It’s like he’s not even a demon at all.”

  Right…. Now would probably be the best time to tell him about her OTHER seemingly impossible dream. “Dad…” She made sure Iruma and Alastor were still downstairs, and cast a bit of fire over the room to get rid of shadows. “Iruma’s a human… not a sinner, not dead, or an angel… he’s alive.”

  “... He’s what now?” The man blinked.

  “He’s human, fully alive. I know, you think that’s impossible, and I thought it was too, but-”

  “Um … Charlie.” Dad squinted. “I understand what you’re saying … but 
  
    his hair is on fire.”
  

  “It’s a long story involving Beelzebub…” Charlie shook her head.

  “What, Bee, what does she have to do with this?” He blinked.

  “She kind of made him her successor …”

  Dad looked pleasantly surprised. “Ah, good on her. That gal deserves to just let loose. Responsibility has never been her thing …” He shook his head. “… So he’s just been trapped down here without any way home?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay.” Dad nodded…… before fire exploded out of his head. “WHY HASN’T ANYONE DONE ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!? HEAVEN, HELL, SOMEONE! Heck, why didn’t 
  I 
  know about this sooner!?” His arms were up and waving hysterically.

  “Because you spent the entire year without any electronics except your smartphone, which you barely used?” She deadpanned.

  “...Touche.” Lucifer nodded. “Still, heaven alone...” He muttered.

  She grimaced. “Yeah, they kind of … sort of … believe the lie that Alastor told you earlier because there 
  is
   a legitimate angel corpse in hell.”

  “There’s what-Okay, okay, okay, I think I may have a problem with isolation.” Charlie gave him a knowingly glare. His face went sheepish. “...Fair, fair.”

  “Yes, I’ve been looking into everything I can to help him, because his soul belongs to Alastor, so I’ve had to keep him around just so he doesn’t suffer too much.”

  Dad blinked a bit, before glaring intensely. His hand tightened around his cane. 
  “I can get him out.”
   He growled, light almost blinding the room in rage.
Out…. out… Charlie quickly attempts to calm him down. “Dad, I’d want that more than anything in the world, but it’s not that simple. He got thrown down here by his awful parents who SOLD their family name for money… even if I get him out of here, he doesn’t have anywhere to go that’ll treat him right.”
  “Then …” He looked contemplative.

  “I was thinking … maybe we could …” She whispered her plan to him. A plan that no one knew about, a plan that she hadn’t told anyone, not even Vaggie.

   “...Oooh…..
  
    ooooohh
  
  .” His eyes slowly brightened, his lips pulling upwards. “Now THAT’S the kind of wild and creative plan I can get behind!”

  “But you have to keep it on the down low. If the radio demon or Iruma get wind of this, they’ll set something up.” She stated firmly.

  “Charlie … I made the entire human world think I didn’t exist.” He chuckled. “I can handle subtlety.” He snapped his fingers

  POOOOOF

  An explosion like poof blared through the room, along with sparkling lights and circus music as Dad vanished. “...Maybe I should’ve told him outside the hotel.” 

  ========================================================================

  Vaggie groaned as the last loan shark went down. “How do they keep multiplying?” She didn’t think there could be anything worse than sinners or imps.

  “They’re living parasites that live solely on their greed for money, they practically spawn from thin air.” Iruma muttered as he came out from underneath a thrown couch. “And they smell like sewer water and desperation.”

  “You tell ‘em, bluebird.” Mimzy laughed as she crawled out from behind the bar. “Gotta say, it’s always a pleasure watching you work, Al. It’s like the blood catches on fire when it goes sprayin’.” Maybe it should have been a red flag that Iruma knew them. He had a habit of running into troublesome people. Then again, this was a supposed FRIEND of Alastor, that should’ve been a sign to kick them out on the spot.

  
    “Yes, yes, quite the pleasure to help out an old friend, but you best be on your way now.”
  
   Alastor wiped himself clean.

  
    “… Say what now?”
  
   Mimzy, Husk, Nifty, and Iruma all asked in confusion.

  
    “You deliberately brought danger to this hotel, I can’t have that.”
  
   He stated rather sharply.

  “....Isn’t that what you 
  
    usually
  
   do?” Angel Dust questioned.

  
    “No, that would be Iruma Suzuki, who works for free and gained a fondness in dear Charlotte’s mind.”
  
   The cheeky b@st@rd chuckled. 
  
    “I’ve agreed to fix up any messes that comes after them and threatens the hotel, but Mimzy came here KNOWING that trouble would come and expected me to fix it. There’s a fine detail of distinction to be had.”
  

  Mimzy smiled innocently. “Oh come on, you love cleaning up my messes. And it’s not like you actually care about this place.” The small sinner poked him in the chest. “You heartless, no good, son of a b@tch.” The b@tch said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

  
    “You’re welcome to stay if you’re willing to give redemption a shot, but we both know that isn’t your style.”
  
   Alastor gently removed her finger from his space before walking in front of the group. He turned to the female sinner, he tapped his cane on the ground strictly, 
  
    “So you should skip on down the road before more trouble comes.”
  

  “… Husk, you’ve known him longer. How big of a red flag is this?” Iruma asked quietly.

  “Best not to ask.” The cat grumbled as he rubbed his neck.

  Mimzy scowled. “Fine, whatever, see if I care, f@ck@r.” The b@tch flipped him off as she walked out of the many holes in the ground. “Good luck having fun without me in this slob factory!”

  “....Even I don’t know what to say to that.” Nifty scratched her head, before turning to Alastor. “Is she free to stab?”

  
    “Help me clean up, then you may stab to your heart’s content.”
  

  “Good point. A mess is much more dangerous than any foe!” She screamed excitedly, running at the rubble.

  “I think that’s a good sign to come downstairs, but with Nifty it’s never too sure.” Charlie spoke up as she walked down.

  “Charlie, where’s your dad?” Vaggie asked in concern.

  “He had to leave, but… it was on a good note.” Charlie smiled with that too bright for words. “I got the meeting with heaven.”

  “Really?” Iruma blinked. “That…. That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

  
    “Ah, so dear old Lucifer was 
    
      charmed 
    
    by my radiant personality I take it?”
  
   The b@st@rd cackled.

  “F@ck off Alastor.” Charlie shook her head. “We did it Vaggie … we finally have a shot to talk it out!”

  “I’m glad, hun.” Vaggie slowly nodded. “But it’s not going to be easy.”

  “I know I know, but we can officially give it a shot!” Charlie grinned. “The two of us are going to do great in heaven!”

  “...You mean metaphorically I’m going to help you do great things in heaven?” Vaggie winced.

  “If by metaphorically you mean you’re going to be right next to me every step of the way in heaven, then yes!” Charlie exclaimed joyfully as she hugged her.

  “…Yaaaaaaaaay.” Vaggie tried to be as happy as possible, considering heaven was the 
  
    last 
  
  place she wanted to be.

  “Shouldn’t the kid go?” Angel asked, and for once, Vaggie agreed with the pornstar. “He’s got a mommy angel and everything.”

  Charlie made a frown. “Adam refused to believe Iruma could be innocent and blatantly told me they wanted to murder him. If we have to face him again up there, I don’t like to imagine what he’d do.” Vaggie…. Vaggie couldn’t argue with that. “And Iruma’s appearance might not inspire the most… confidence in the other angels.”

  “I understand.” He shrugged. “I still can’t bring myself to tell Emily about Adam’s lie …”

  
    “Which brings up quite the 
    
      interesting
    
     moral dilemma for dear Charlotte.”
  
   The sh@t lord grinned.
  
     “Will you tell dear Emily about the extermination, or not?”
  

  “... I don’t know.” Charlie sighed. “Adam may be below her, but if he knows something that a seraphim doesn’t know ... I don’t want to test just how far he’s able to extend his authority if he was permitted to 
  
    kill
  
   Iruma.”

  “Plea-” Iruma gagged. “… That word, don’t. In case this fails … I don’t want her worrying about something she can’t fix for a month.”

  “... I promise.” Charlie hugged the kid. “But we 
  
    are 
  
  going to work this out. Don’t worry about anything.” Vaggie hoped so … even if she knew the truth … that they couldn’t argue against Sera …'
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