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The guttural crackling and shattering of his neck alarmed.Angeldust, wincing as he saw the moth demon flutter it's wings in a failed attempt to flee from the danger, unable to move from the position he was forced into by the flaming mass gripping its collapsed larynx.
The giant red hand with veins glowing in a volcanic warmth that held the overlord hostage was none other than the daughter of hell.
Demon princess Charlie Morningstar who at that moment was unreachable, in a psychic sense that her focus was narrowed on the one who she deemed worthy of her flames and her wrath. Charlie tightened her grip, blood or whatever disgusting liquid could circulate within the pathetic overlord, the liquid dripped from her hand and flowed down to her arm seeping into her sleeves.
Her face contours into that of pure anger,
“I knew handling trash would get me a little dirty but you soiled my favorite suit, that's going on your invoice.”
Charlie made a show of completely crushing her red hand and swiftly flung the lifeless body of the once powerful Vee through the wall smashing it with ease, afterwards she unsuccessfully shook the moth's fluids from her arm.
Before she can even ask, a demon placed a clean cloth for her to wipe the other demons cowered in front of her as she diligently dried her hand and bloodied arm.
Silence grew inside the building, as every demon held their breath afraid to upset the princess, but Angel Dust finally felt his legs come to and he walked over to Charlie body trembling from relief and fear of the scene he witnessed, he placed his dominant arms to her shoulders and hugged her as tight as his terror stricken body could.
“Aweeee Angel ! you're initiating contact! I'm so glad you're trusting me now, thank you so much for this-”
Angel only squeezed her tighter to muffle her immediate rambling, seemingly back to her bubbly self.
Over at the corpse lying a few feet away from them, Valentino was left with a neck the width of a pickle, and his eyes bulged right out of his sockets like a perpetual stress ball; he looked like a dehydrated grape. Demons rallied around the corpse in awe of how their worst nightmare became nothing in a mere minute of disrespecting Hell's royalty.
Due to the fire the alarms of the building were turned on, and it had alerted the rest of the Vee's, immediately Vox entered scanning the room and finding his business partner a crumpled up cadaver in the corner as the princess and the hell's most wanted whore were having their making up session. The lower demons scatter to the wind leaving only the overlords with Angel and Charlie.
“Your highness good day, I hope you wouldn't mind my Interrupting your happy reunion but what in the heavens happened here?”
Vox tried to be polite, but he was a little unnerved by seeing Valentinos corpse, he would come back later but that was something for future Vox to think about.
“Oh I'm sorry about the mess, but i couldn't really stop him from bleeding out but i'll send you a new carpet from cannibal town I've got a pretty good coupon!”
she smiled gleefully with a full set of sharp teeth, even when she already reverted to her most common form by then. The TV demon was slightly amused by the princess and her shenanigans but he was still gonna try to milk her naivety for a new pawn.
“I don't feel like we can be sure of your promise so my don't we just make a deal your highness.”
Angel dust felt uncomfortable in the Presence of the Media demon and found himself behind Charlie, Vox began to reach for Charlie's hand to shake on it but she swats it away without a care, making the Screen glitch in irritation.
“Don't make this hard for us both Princess, we could just shake on it and be on my merry way.”
He spoke with false cheer in his voice. He took the Girl's arm roughly and tried to shake her hand; the one which destroyed his partner's spine and pharynx. She stared at him with a blank expression and raised her opposite hand and in a chopping motion cut her arm clean off, leaving the limp arm in Vox's hand.
No blood came off but she was still armless but a bit less joyful than earlier.
The TV demon shudders slightly, the temperature in the room felt too chilly for hell. He drops the arm and steps back,
“I understand now, me and my partners will leave you and the whor- spider, as you wish. My deepest apologies to your highness.”
He bowed his boxy head, annoyance in his face as he promptly teleported away from them.
Angel in a far more traumatized existence speaks up.
“Charlie, do you need some help? Do you want some ice on that? Or something?”
He inquired, openly staring at the mound of flesh on the floor,
Charlie also stares at her old appendage, before it burns to ash in front of their eyes.
“It's fine Angel, it's beyond a good sanitizer at that point.”
They look at the destroyed set and the still limp body of the moth demon, and agree to go home early today, call it a sick day.
They return home with the rest of the hotel shocked, the two were dirty ashy, one missing arm and one black eye. Vaggie’s eye widened at the sight of her girlfriend covered in soot and blood, and an amputee, but in a snap Charlie's lost limb returned like a magic trick, she kissed her angelic girlfriend as a greeting and they headed upstairs so she could change.
“ I'm going to bathe in hot lava. Can you take care of Angel's bruise please, husk?”
The normally nonchalant Husk was a little fazed by the lizard-like regeneration of the princess,but followed her orders immediately. Angel relayed the events of the day to the rest of the hotel while Husk patched him up, everyone amazed by Charlie's out of character outburst.
“I must say, that makes me respect her a lot more. If the princess can't ask nicely she can force it out of you.”
Husker commented, everyone gives their own hum of acknowledgement, agreeing whole heartedly.
All the while Charlie was in her lava bath while Vaggie tried to either purify the suit and opted to just burn it in the end.