Rooted in Radio Revenge

by cdbazemore98

Summary:

Sequel to Radio Reign

A few months have passed since the end of Alastor's rule over Hell, and Charlie is working to restore her home to what it's former... glory, she supposes. But she also has to deal with the trauma from her experiences with the Radio Demon. It's all too fresh.

Not only that, but she also must juggle her queenly duties, the hotel, and all the struggles and suffering her people went through. Some that she wasn't aware of had happened. Not to mention keeping the powers of the Root of Evil under control less she end up becoming corrupted.

But if her problems weren't enough... the main source of it has plans to enact revenge. Including a woman who's ready to see the queen fall into a dark pit of sin.

It's no big deal, though. As long as she has her loved ones by her side, Charlie can handle all that will be thrown her way... right?

Notes:

I'm BAAAAAACK! I'm not done bringing the angst and misery! I said I had plans for another big Hellaverse story. But I need a little more time to plan that out, plus there lack of some motivation. Rest assured, it will make an appearance eventually! In the meantime, I had so many ideas for a Radio Reign sequel that I wanted to go ahead to give it a go.

So... you might wanna go and read that FIRST before you read this. Otherwise, you'll probably be very confused.

Anyways, we have Charlie still recovering from Alastor's rule. It's gonna be a rough journey, since she's got a whole kingdom to run now. She's not alone, of course. But more challenges arise for her. Including you know who coming back. And we'll see how other characters are dealing with their own struggles and how they're recovering.

So, let's not waste anymore time! On with the show!

Warning: The story will contain references, depictions, allusions, and flashbacks of mental, physical, and sexual abuse. As well as mentions of suicidal themes and depictions of depression, violence, drug use, alcohol use, and other sexual themes. Pretty much what you'd expect from the Hellaverse.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

PS: I'm working on a smaller story called Sick Sinners. The first chapter's up, and the second is in progress. Should be up soon.

Chapter 1: Prologue

“No… no! Please, get away from me! Leave me alone! You’re not supposed to be here! You were supposed to leave!”

 

No matter where Charlie went, or how fast she ran, she couldn’t escape the static laughter that echoed around her. The demoness passed by the ruins of Pentagram City. The place was completely destroyed, not a sign of life anywhere. 

 

And there was one demon who was responsible.

 

“Oh, my darling little Charlie… you should’ve known I couldn’t be kept away that easily. My heart beats just too much to be apart from you…” A familiar voice purred.

 

“NO! NO! LEAVE! GO AWAY!” She cried.

 

Dead bodies littered the streets, all of them having been skewered by various angelic weapons. They kept coming… the atmosphere got darker… the laughter got more sinister. Charlie was terrified and didn’t know where to turn. 

 

Her friends were nowhere to be found…

 

“Someone help me! Vaggie! Angel! Husk! Niffty! Where are you?!”

 

In the distance, the queen spotted the hotel on fire, much to her horror. She raced towards her beloved home. By the time she reached it, it had all but burned to the ground. This couldn’t be happening. 

 

“No… please… someone, help…” She dropped to her knees, sobbing.

 

Suddenly, she was grabbed by a mass of tentacles and held down. It didn’t take long at all for her to know who this was. With a gulp, she looked up at Alastor. The flames rose up behind him, giving him a more intimidating and terrifying presence than ever. 

 

“My beautiful queen…” He purred, leaning down to stroke her tear-stained face, “Look around you… everything you’ve worked so hard for… literally up in flames. And to think that if you had just stayed with me… none of this would’ve happened.”

 

“We had a deal!” Charlie snapped, “I won! You were supposed to stay away!”

 

“Did you really think I would? After everything. As much as I’d normally honor a deal… I still had some unfinished business to take care of. With a few… other persons…”

 

Waving his hand, the Radio Demon parted the flames to reveal a pile right next to him. Upon closer inspection, Charlie screamed!

 

It was a pile of dead bodies. Not only that, she recognized it!

 

Angel… Husk… Niffty… Carmilla and her daughters… Helsa and Seviathan… they were all horrifically brutalized and lifeless. 

 

The former princess could not believe what she was staring at. 

 

Alastor smirked evilly, “Shocking, ain’t it? If only they had stayed out of my way. But that’s not all… there’s one person I had a personal grievance with… where did I put… oh, here she is!”

Before Charlie could react, he snapped his fingers, and something appeared in his hand…

 

… She wanted to vomit…

 

It was Vaggie’s severed head…

 

“You… you didn’t… you couldn’t have…” She whimpered.

 

“This little buggy angel had messed with me one too many times! I did what should’ve been done ages ago! Now she knows… not to fuck with someone as powerful as myself…”

 

Alastor tossed the head into the pile, before disappearing and reappearing behind Charlie, holding her tightly. The girl struggled, almost hysterical at what was happening. Her whole world was falling apart right before her eyes. 

 

“Don’t be so downtrodden, darling… at least you still have the memories. Though that might fade as well…” He chuckled. 

 

“Please… please… I can’t take this! I can’t!” She cried.

 

Glowing red roots began to surround them, as did sinister eyes, all glaring at Charlie. The Radio Demon held her tighter, whispering in her ear.

 

“I have you once again, my dear… you’re mine… and we will be together forever…”

 

He let out a maniacal laugh, before sinking his sharp fangs into Charlie’s shoulder.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

 

“Charlie!”

 

Opening her eyes, the queen looked around… to find that she was not surrounded by fire and roots… but actually in her room… in bed… next to her girlfriend, who was sitting up, looking concerned.

 

“V-Vaggie…?” She whimpered slightly, panting a little. 

 

The moth angel patted her cheek softly, “Another nightmare, hon?”

 

“... Yeah… it was horrible. He… he killed everyone… including you… I just…”

 

“Shhh…” Vaggie pulled her princess in for a hug, “It’s okay, sweetie. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore… any of us… especially not after the deal you made…”

 

“I know…”

 

Deep down, both girls knew that with all that occurred over the past year, there was a chance of Alastor returning. It had been almost three months since they last saw him, after fighting to free Hell from his iron grip.

 

The challenge between him and Charlie ended in the latter winning, and per agreement, the Radio Demon gave up the crown, his marriage to Charlie, and left to who knows where. The demoness took her rightful place as Queen of Hell.

 

But even though he wasn’t physically there, the memories of the suffering he put everyone through were still fresh, especially for Charlie, who had to endure a full year of abuse and possessiveness. 

 

As if the nightmares she suffered after Alastor killed her parents weren’t bad enough, they only increased now that the threat was gone. And Vaggie found herself waking up in the middle of the night to comfort her girlfriend more often than not these days. 

 

The angel herself had her own trauma to deal with. From Alastor tearing her wings off, to nearly being executed, to almost dying completely because of that bastard. Not to mention having to watch Charlie spiral downward.

 

Every day, both of them had to remind themselves that… it was over. They were together and safe. The trauma wouldn’t go away… but they had each other to support and love…

 

Looking towards the balcony, Vaggie got an idea, “Hey… let’s go outside for a bit. Get some fresh air.” She suggested.

 

Charlie nodded, not opposed in the least. 

 

The girls got out of bed and made their way to their balcony, sitting down at a small table. There was a slight breeze, and it felt amazing. The former princess’ nerves started to calm down, and she was trembling a lot less. 

 

“This… is nice. Thanks, Vags.” She spoke.

Vaggie smiled, “No problem… I’m always happy to make you feel better… I know it’s been hard.” 

 

“Yeah… I just wish I could forget about him entirely. Forget everything he did to me and you… if I could go back in time and stop him from attacking my parents…”

 

“I know. If there was a way to wipe him from memory, I’d take it. But… we just have to try to move on. It’s gonna be a long process… but we’re not alone. Nobody is…”

 

Looking down at her hand, the queen watched as it glowed briefly with red and black lights. Not too long ago, she found out that she had indeed absorbed the powers of the Root of Evil from Alastor during the climax of their battle.

 

At first, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. She saw how having this power influenced Alastor… would it affect her the same way? Vaggie was the only one she told about this. She didn’t want to scare anyone else. 

 

Eventually, she settled that she hopefully wouldn’t need to use the Root’s magic. Not unless necessary. Besides, at least it was in the hands of someone with pure intentions instead of someone completely evil. 

 

That’s when Keekee, the hotel’s key kitty, trotted outside and hopped onto the table. She nuzzled against her companion, purring softly. The demoness scratched her head affectionately. 

 

“And… if that pendejo does come back… we’ll make sure to send him packing again.” Vaggie assured her, “He no longer has the Root’s powers… it should be much easier to take him on this time. And we’ll do it together.”

 

Charlie smiled back. Her angel was right. The road to recovery was gonna be a long one… but she wasn’t worried… not when she had her loved ones by her side every step of the way. 

Whatever happened in the future… if there was trouble… she would be ready for it… she hoped.

Notes:

Don't we all love a supportive and loving girlfriend?

As you can see, Charlie hasn't quite gotten over the abuse Alastor put her through. And it won't be easy for her. As someone who's been blessed to not have suffered abuse, I hope to portray abuse victims as accurately and respectfully as possible. If there's something I need to correct or improve, PLEASE don't hesitate to let me know.

Next time, it'll be a what a typical day is now for our queen, especially with Al out of the picture. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this prologue. I'll see you later. And as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you. And PLEASE... no fighting or arguing in the comments this time! I want any discussion to remain positive.

Chapter 2: Stress of a Queen

Summary:

Charlie tries to go about her day as Queen, but finds it hard to do so with all the work, and mental strain.

Notes:

Hi, guys! I'm back with the first official chapter of RIRR. This actually went in a totally different direction than I had intended. It was originally just Charlie's entire day, but I realized that she might have a hard time focusing with all her stress. So we got some her struggles. It's a bit of a sad chapter, and not a whole lot happens, but there's some Chaggie cuteness. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Contains mentions of abuse, trauma, and suicidal topics.

Another day…

 

Another long set of queenly duties for the Queen of Hell…

 

Charlie didn’t even want to get up this morning. She didn’t get a lot of sleep the previous night, and felt exhausted. However, she knew that she had a lot to do.

 

After all, she had a whole kingdom to take care of now.

 

As she sat at her desk that morning, looking over various documents, she thought about how her life had changed so much in a year. She suddenly went from Princess of Hell and owner of the Hazbin Hotel… to Queen of Hell, owner of the hotel, and the one everyone comes to with their problems now.

 

Charlie loved to help her people… but how could she now… when she had her own inner struggles to deal with?

 

Especially problems brought upon her thanks to a certain Radio Demon…

 

It felt like her mental stability was destroyed thanks to Alastor, after all the torment and abuse he put her through. Killing her parents, forcing her to marry him, and conquering her home… he pretty much had the entirety of Hell in his grasp, until he was eventually defeated and sent running for the hills.

 

That wouldn’t have been possible without the effort of her people working together to stand up to Alastor, the angels of Heaven aiding them, and Charlie delivering the final blow with a deal that would determine the fate of Hell as they knew it. 

 

But even after all that, the wounds of the Radio Demon’s actions were very fresh, as it has been only three, almost four, months since he was dethroned. 

 

It seemed that Charlie was struggling the most, which made sense, considering she was his main target. 

 

She would never forget everything he did to her. From treating her like a toy to play with, to obsessing over her that he’d kill anyone who wronged her even a little. To getting ‘punished’ unfairly. To the moments where he would… ‘share his love’ for her.

 

The former princess had never felt so helpless in her life. 

 

It had gotten so bad that she was at first afraid to ever stand up to Alastor in fear of punishment, and in fear of her loved ones getting hurt. But pain happened anyway… and she almost lost the love of her life. 

 

Even with the threat gone now… there was still a possibility of him returning in spite of their deal for him to stay away… because she never specified that he couldn’t return…

 

So that was another thing she had to potentially worry about. 

 

It was all too much for her right now.

 

Charlie set the papers down and put her head in her hands. How in the world did her parents handle this when they were alive? From what she could remember, her mother did most of the ruling, while her father had a more hands-off approach. 

 

She considered the second option at some point, not wanting to restrict her people too much. But that was the thing. Her people looked to her as a leader now. After what happened with Alastor, she was pretty much their savior. Her encouragement for them to fight now allows them to seek her for answers and solutions to problems.

 

And it was overwhelming. 

 

Yes, she wanted to make Hell a better place, while also trying to redeem sinners. She wanted to fix what Alastor broke. But it was all so much for her to deal with, mentally… 

 

The only thing that kept her from losing her mind was Vaggie’s support and help as her royal advisor. The moth angel kept her queen sane with options that would benefit Hell and it’s denizens. 

 

Speaking of, there was a knock on the door, “Can I come in, hon?” Called a familiar lovely voice.

 

Charlie smiled, “Yes.”

 

Vaggie entered the room, carrying a small pot of tea. She smiled at her queen as she sat down in a chair across from her, “How’s it going?” She asked.

 

“Tiring. Almost done though…” 

 

“A queen’s job is never done.”

 

“Nope.”

 

The queen looked over her documents one more time before setting them in a stack, “When Alastor said he did most of the work so that I wouldn’t get overwhelmed… I think he was somewhat doing me a favor.” She said, “Overseeing a whole kingdom is a lot.”

 

“At least you’re doing more good than harm unlike him,” Vaggie replied. 

 

“I know…”

 

She graciously took the tea from Vaggie and sipped it, humming in satisfaction, “Good as always… much better than that ‘tea’ Alastor would give me.” She pointed out.

 

“Thank god we got rid of it. He was literally playing with your mind.” The angel agreed.

 

The mere mention of the Radio Demon made Charlie sigh in dismay, her hands trembling. This prompted Vaggie to take her hand and rub it softly, trying to prevent another breakdown, “It’s okay, sweetie… he’s not here… he can’t hurt you…”

 

“He’s not here… he can’t hurt me…” The demoness repeated.

 

This was somewhat of a mantra the girls had nearly every day. Since Charlie was prone to breakdowns, Vaggie began using different tactics to keep her calm whether it be whispering soothing words, singing softly, or just trying to get her to think positively.

 

Thankfully, the emotional outbursts have decreased over the past two months, so safe to say it was working. 

 

A few minutes were spent in silence, before Charlie felt settled again, “Thanks, Vaggie… I think… I’m ready to check on our guests.”

 

The moth smiled, “Sure thing, hon.”

 

Hand in hand, the girls walked out of the office and downstairs. The hotel had gotten a bit fuller since the battle. A few more sinners had joined, eager to see if redemption truly was possible. Although the numbers weren’t as high as Charlie would’ve liked, it was better than nothing.

 

They soon approached the parlor and lobby, looking the same as it always did, with a few exceptions.

 

The main one being the portrait of Lucifer and Lilith resting on the wall between the split stairs. A memorial tribute to the late King and Queen of Hell.

 

Charlie stopped by and gazed at the portrait. She smiled and put a hand on it, “Morning, Mom… Dad. Today’s another day. I hope I’m doing a good job…”

 

“You’re doing them proud,” Vaggie told her, “I know you are…”

 

With that, the former princess blew a kiss to the painting, before entering the parlor, where her esteemed guests were sitting, talking to one another.

 

“Good morning, everyone!” She greeted cheerfully, “How are you?”

 

“We’re doin’ fine, toots!” Angel called from the couch.

 

“We’re super!” Niffty beamed as she dusted the curtains.

 

“As good as can be.” Husk waved from the bar. 

 

A few of the newer residents also greeted the queen, including two girls named Dia and Summer. Like Angel, they used to work under Valentino, but after his studio shut down and then his eventual death during the battle against Alastor, the spider invited them to partake in Charlie’s program. 

 

Two more women Mara Mayberry and her partner, Martha. They had a history up top, with the former seeking revenge on the latter. But they eventually, somehow, became close in ways that no one knew were possible.

 

Another was an inventor named Baxter. He had come to the hotel to mainly study the idea of redemption. He didn’t necessarily believe it was possible, even with the reveal of Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb’s ascension into Heaven. But that didn’t stop him from participating in the activities. 

 

There were others who were in and out of the hotel, not really seeking redemption, but mainly wishing for a safe haven. Charlie had also opened a program for those who just needed to get away. Some denizens were left homeless from the battle or from Alastor doing some bullshit, so the queen offered them shelter until they could get back on their feet.

 

“So what’s on the agenda for today, Your Highness?” Baxter asked.

 

“Well, I was thinking we could do some writing today.” The queen responded, “One way I’ve discovered to let out your feelings is to write them out. It’s much better than keeping it all in.”

 

She snapped her fingers, and notebooks and pencils appeared for everyone, “All you have to do is write out whatever you’re thinking right now. It doesn’t have to be anything big. Just whatever comes to mind.”

 

The patrons all exchanged looks, before shrugging and getting to work. Even the staff got involved. The next few minutes were quite silent between everyone, and very peaceful…

 

… Or, it seemed peaceful at first. 

 

Vaggie happened to look over at Charlie, who was scribbling in her journal at a fast pace. There was an anxious look on her face, and her pupils were trembling slightly, as if she were about to burst into tears. Immediately, the moth reached over to rub her shoulders.

 

“You okay, hon?” She asked softly. 

 

She didn’t respond.

 

“Charlie…?”

 

Still no response. She was just jotting down words. But now tears were falling on the pages. By then, everyone had looked up from their work to stare at their queen, all wearing looks of concern. Vaggie continued to try and get her to speak, but it was like she didn’t hear her. 

 

“Charlie? Calm down, sweetie. Take it easy…” She said soothingly, reaching for the pencil in her girlfriend’s hand.

 

“NO!” Charlie snapped, holding her pencil and notebook away, “Don’t… please, don’t! I need to write…”

 

“Honey, you’re emotional right now. Just… relax. It’s okay-”

 

“It’s NOT okay! I’m not okay! I just… I need…”

 

The blonde looked down at her notebook. She gripped the edges so tightly that it could break. Abruptly, she stood up, “I’m sorry, everyone. I’m gonna have to cancel today’s activities. I can’t do this today. I just can’t! I’m so sorry!”

 

She then sprinted out of the parlor and up the stairs, leaving her staff and patrons alone.

 

“Um… the fuck was that about?” Martha asked. 

 

“She seems awfully upset about something.” Mara put a hand on her partner’s shoulder.

 

Vaggie sighed. Those two women had only moved in maybe a week ago, so they were unaware of the emotional stuff, “As you may know, she suffered a lot when Alastor was king… she’s still recovering.”

 

“Is there anything we can do to help her?” Dia asked.

 

“Let’s just give her some space. How about… you all watch a movie or something? There’s a cabinet of DVDs over there and you can choose from. I’m gonna go check on Charlie… I’ll be back.”

 

With that, the angel left the guests to fight over what feature to choose. But before she disappeared completely, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Angel.

 

“When ya see Charls’… remind her that we all care, alright?” He smiled, “Make sure she remembers that we’re all here for her.”

 

“I will…” Vaggie nodded.

 

The moth continued her venture up the stairs, the events of the last few minutes replaying in her mind. This wasn’t the first time Charlie broke down in the middle of an activity and bolted suddenly. Just last week, they were doing meditation, and all of a sudden, the queen started to hyperventilate, as if she were struggling to breathe.

 

Long ago, Vaggie learned to give her girlfriend space, physically at least. The first time Charlie broke down, she tried to calm her by pulling her into a hug… only to regret it seconds later as the girl unintentionally went into her full demoness mode, scratching the angel on the arm. 

 

When she came to her senses, of course, she was remorseful and felt awful for hurting her angel. However, Vaggie assured her that no harm was done (aside from the scratch of course). She knew her girlfriend would never truly hurt her. 

 

But that only made the angel feel bad. She felt as if she couldn’t really help Charlie. Yes, they did their mantra and had their calming moments… but it didn’t seem like it was enough. Made worse by the fact that Vaggie couldn’t really relate to her struggles. 

 

Actually, she could in a way. If her life in El Salvador on the streets servicing men was any indication. Those assholes were… well, assholes. But they seemed like saints compared to the atrocities the Radio Demon had committed. 

 

Yes, the moth and many others have suffered thanks to Alastor. But their troubles weren’t as personal, as soul-crushing, and as traumatic as what Charlie went through at his hands. She had only just started allowing Vaggie to sleep with her again. 

 

Oh, mi amor. I wish there was more I could do for you.

 

At first, she had no idea where Charlie may have gone. She could be anywhere. The only possible places would be their bedroom or her office. 

 

Vaggie first checked the office. She would’ve knocked if the door weren’t already slightly ajar. 

 

“Charlie… you in there?” She asked.

 

It was empty. She must be in the bedroom, then.

 

The moth would’ve left… had she not noticed her girlfriend’s notebook sitting on her desk. Curiosity got the better of her, so she walked in to pick it up. After seeing Charlie write to the point where her pencil might’ve caught on fire, she wondered what exactly was written down. 

 

It wouldn’t feel right to peek, especially if it was personal, but Vaggie wanted to help her any way she could, even if it meant breaching privacy.

 

So she opened the notebook… and a shiver went down her spine.

 

Inside were paragraphs upon paragraphs of complete sadness and trauma. Words that detailed her grief over her parents’ death, Alastor’s abuse, all of it, her regrets, her guilt over her decisions, and words where she appeared to shame herself, calling herself names that Vaggie would never expect sweet Charlie to ever say about herself. 

 

The worst of it was the sentences detailing… her wanting to give up altogether. 

 

“I feel so hopeless… I just wanna end it all… I can’t take it! No matter how hard I try, I CAN’T FUCKING MOVE ON! I just wanna end my suffering!”

 

Fearing the worst, Vaggie rushed out of the office. This wasn’t the first time Charlie had been feeling suicidal. On the anniversary of her parents dying, she nearly took her own life by almost flinging over the balcony of her room, only to be saved by Alastor.

 

True, the Radio Demon didn’t do it out of the kindness of his heart, but she was still alive because of him. 

 

And while Charlie was a powerful demoness, and it would take a lot to actually kill her, that didn’t mean she couldn’t still be hurt. 

 

Please, please, please let me reach her.

 

Vaggie finally reached the bedroom, and flung the doors open, “Charlie!”

 

 She quickly scanned the area. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary… aside from the balcony door being open. The moth felt her heart beating rapidly… until she noticed a bundle of blankets shaking on the bed, and Razzle and Dazzle fluttering above it, both looking concerned. 

 

She allowed herself to calm down. Thank God… she’s okay. She’s okay. 

 

“Charlie, sweetie?” She approached the bed, feeling a sense of deja vu, as this is the same scenario she found herself in the day after Charlie and Alastor’s wedding, where Vaggie had treated her princess of injuries sustained from the overlord’s assault the night before. 

 

She briefly heard a moan from under the bundle, before Charlie’s head peeked from under. 

 

“Vaggie…?” She croaked, her voice slightly hoarse. 

 

“Oh, babe…” Vaggie sat down next to her girlfriend.

 

“I’m sorry I ran out like that… I just got overwhelmed, I guess.”

 

“It’s alright. It happens to all of us. You have been working nonstop lately.”

 

Charlie sat up, hugging herself, “Well, yeah. I’m a Queen overseeing an entire kingdom. Now that I’m divorced, all the stuff Alastor did now falls on me. I have so many responsibilities apart from the hotel now. It’s… a lot.”

 

The moth angel nodded, “You know, there’s nothing wrong with taking a break. Even queen’s need to relax.”

 

Said queen sighed, “I feel like I can’t. There’s so much do to. Papers to sign, meetings with other demon higher-ups like the Sins, for instance, addressing the people, fixing all that’s been broken. If I stop even for a few hours, I feel like I’m wasting time.”

 

“But your health is just as important, if not more important than your duties. It’s not worth burning yourself out for everyone. I know you care a lot, which I love about you, but you don’t have to focus on others problems all the time.”

 

“You don’t understand, Vaggie. We’re still picking up the pieces of the Radio Reign. There’s a lot to fix. To get Hell back to what it was before he ruined everything. I failed my people once… I can’t fail them again…”

 

Vaggie frowned as she took her love’s hands in hers, “Honey… Alastor did a lot of damage that might not be an easy fix. He’s done a lot to fuck things up… probably permanently.” 

 

“That’s for sure…” Charlie looked bitter for a moment, “He’s sure fucked me a lot…” Tears began to well up, “I just wanna forget it all… but I can’t. Every hour, every minute, every damn second… I think of him and what he did to me. It hurts! It still somehow hurts! As if I can physically feel the pain of his evil. And there’s the fact that he might RETURN some day to get revenge or something! I feel like I can’t function normally. The memories won’t STOP!”

 

She was full-on crying again, and Vaggie pulled her in for a hug, not caring if the demoness scratched her again. Her princess needed comfort right now.

 

“Shhh… I know it hurts, sweetie. It hurts, and it’s gonna hurt for a while.” She whispered soothingly.

 

“I don’t WANT it to hurt!” The queen cried, “I want it to go away. I want to feel good again… I… I WANT MY MOM AND DAD! I MISS THEM SO MUCH!”

 

Hearing the heartbreak and agony in Charlie’s voice made Vaggie want to tear up as well. Right now, she wasn’t seeing a queen… she was seeing a girl who was shattered both physically and mentally, who wanted her parents to make it all better.

 

This felt just like how Charlie was feeling over a year ago, but worse now that the source of her distress is no longer in her life… physically, at least. 

 

“Charlie… I know you’re probably sick of hearing this, since I’m sure you’ve heard it countless times already, but… we’re all here for you. You’re not alone. Never were, and never will be. We’ve all suffered under Alastor, but no one has suffered more than you. You know about my life up top, and then later on with Adam… I’ve suffered abuse too. Although my experiences were different from yours. I wish I could say something to make it feel better, but there’s something I also want you to know.”

 

The angel cupped her girlfriend’s rosy cheeks in her hand, “You are the strongest, kindest, most courageous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and being with. You bring so much light in this hellhole. You care about people even when they don’t deserve it. But your love is not to blame for those idiots taking advantage of you. They are the ones who decided to take your kindness and stomp all over it. It’s not your fault and it never will be.”

 

For the first time that day, Charlie started to feel at ease, and she gave her angel a watery smile, “You really are an angel if you can say such pure things. I’m sorry, I just feel like I could’ve done better, you know… everything that happened… I feel responsible. Sometimes I think about how it all could’ve been different.”

 

Vaggie nodded, knowing that that was how she felt when Charlie agreed to Alastor’s marriage proposal. She tried hard not to blame the princess for her choices and eventually came to accept that she never meant to hurt anyone. 

 

“Well… there’s no use dwelling on that anymore. It’s been done, and all we can do is move on.” She responded.

 

“I feel like I can’t move on, no matter how hard I try.”

 

“It’s not an easy process… but you won’t go through it alone.”

 

Razzle fluttered closer with a box of tissues, which the queen graciously took to wipe her eyes with, “Thanks… and thanks to you too, Vaggie. I needed to hear that. You’re right, I’ve heard it a bunch of times already, but it’s nice to hear again.”

 

The angel smiled, “Anything to help you out, honey. I just don’t want you to spiral… I don’t wanna lose you… don’t be mad, but I looked in your notebook and saw some… things. I got worried for a moment.”

 

Charlie frowned again, “Yeah… I had a lot on my mind. But… I have no intention of… un-aliving myself. I couldn’t do that and leave everyone I love behind. I know I have a lot to live for… my mind is out of whack, sure… but that’s something you don’t have to worry about, Vaggie.”

 

“I’m glad… hope it stays that way, otherwise, you’ll have to be monitored at all times.”

 

“Please don’t. I barely got any alone time with Alastor breathing down my neck.”

The girls hugged again, before sharing a tender kiss. They sat like that for a good while before Charlie pulled away, “I think… I think I wanna take a nap. Rest up a bit.”

 

Vaggie nodded, “Sure thing, babe. I can take care of some of your paperwork, if you want.”

 

“You sure you can handle it? It’s a lot of royal stuff you might not be familiar with.”

 

“As manager of the Hazbin Hotel who’s done mountains of paperwork before, I think some royal matters won’t be a problem. After all, I am your royal advisor.”

 

The queen giggled, “You have a point there. Alright then, if you need help on something, don’t hesitate to wake me if I’m still sleeping. I’ve studied a lot about demon diplomacy when I was younger, so there are things I understand a lot better than others.”

 

“Noted. Have a good nap, sweetie. Love you.”

 

“Love you too.”

 

The two shared one last kiss before the moth left the room. At first, she didn’t wish to leave Charlie, not when she was still somewhat emotional. She knew there was still a chance of something bad happening. 

 

But she knew that Razzle and Dazzle would alert her if something did happen.

 

The road to recovery was gonna be a long one for sure. Obviously, there was some imparable damage to a lot of lives. But Vaggie believed that as long as everyone looked out for one another, things would slowly but surely go back to normal… mostly. 

 

They were all in this together. 

 

We’re gonna pull through this, Charlie. One way or another. We’ll show that pendejo that his iron fist has nothing on the people. He couldn’t keep us all on lockdown. We are strong. But for now… time to read more words…

 

With one last smile at her now sleeping girlfriend, Vaggie softly closed the door behind her.

Notes:

Isn't Vaggie best girlfriend?

We got some cameos, and we'll see more of them, as well as others. Charlie has a big support system, as you can see. The next chapter pick up where this left off with Vaggie helping out, as well as her reflecting on things with Husk, Angel, and Niffty. Kind of like a retread of the second chapter from Radio Reign, if you will. Until then, I'll see you guys later, and as always, don't forget to review, please. Thank you!

PS: I named Ms. Mayberry after her voice actress, Mara Wilson. :)

Chapter 3: Reflection

Summary:

Vaggie, Angel, Husk, and Niffty all reflect on the past year and few months, and how it affected them all in the present.

Notes:

Hi, guys! I'm back with a brand new chapter! It sort of parallels the chapter from RR where everyone reflects on the new normal during Alastor's reign, only this time it's afterward. We'll see some interesting conversations and thoughts, so let's read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Okay, maybe I underestimated this. 

 

Vaggie stared at Charlie’s desk, at the piles of paper scattered. From what she could see, some of it was hotel stuff, while the majority was royal stuff. Part of that was various letters from denizens about some form of concern or complaint. 

 

No wonder Charlie was exhausted. 

 

The moth wondered if Lucifer and Lilith ever dealt with this much paperwork. She wondered if Sera would deal with this in Heaven. Royalty was no picnic. Carmilla had told her that. 

 

Well, it was no use standing here and staring at the work. Time to… well, get to work.

 

Sitting down, Vaggie shifted through all the pages, first making sure to sort each in separate piles in order to not mix them up. Once that was done, she looked through the hotel documents. Half of it seemed to be reports Charlie had written up herself based on performance and patron status. All they needed were signatures from the managers.

 

Luckily Vaggie was the main manager. She only hoped her hand wouldn’t cramp by the end of it. 

 

As soon as she got to work, her mind went back to Charlie. The way she broke down due to her stress broke her heart. And it only made her hate Alastor even more than she already did. The way he completely tortured Charlie to the point of making her fear him.

 

And now that he was gone, he was still affecting her mentally. 

 

Vaggie had her own grief with the Radio Demon as well. She would never forget how he ripped off her wings and deepened the wounds afterward. The angel could swear she could feel the pain. There were scars on her back. Not that they weren’t already there from the first time she lost her wings.

 

But the scars she had now… felt deeper. Every time she took a shower and washed her back, her attention was always drawn to the dark red spots. When she washed, she could still feel the pain of Alastor ripping them out. 

 

It just served as a reminder of how close she was to death with him around. And that’s not even mentioning the near execution and getting her stomach torn open. Oh yeah, there was a scar for that as well. 

 

And she also had her fair share of nightmares. All of them involved her dying at Alastor’s hands in one gruesome way or another. And whenever she woke up, it was sometimes hard to fall back to sleep, so she would go down for something soothing to drink. 

 

It really has been rough for everyone involved. Some had it worse than others, but everyone was still recovering. Not to mention preparing…

 

Preparing for when the Radio Demon eventually returned…

 

It was inevitable at this point. Yes, he made a deal with Charlie to leave, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t return at any time. There was no way that he wasn’t gonna seek some sort of vengeance. 

 

And Vaggie was sure that when he did come… she would be the first target.

 

So she had been preparing for when that day eventually came. The angel began to train more with Carmilla to improve her spear skills. Especially since although Alastor no longer had the power of Lucifer and the Root of Evil, he was still possibly a very powerful demon. 

 

Vaggie knew that Charlie hoped he wouldn’t come back, but no chances had to be taken. They had to be ready. 

 

About an hour later, the moth had finished up most of the paperwork and decided a break was in order. She left the office and first decided to check on her girlfriend. Opening the door to their room, she could see that Charlie was still sleeping. Keekee was snuggled up against her, while Razzle and Dazzle rested at the foot of the bed.

 

Vaggie smiled and closed the door softly. 

 

Her next stop was down to the bar for a cool drink. Once she reached the lobby, she could see that the guests had all disappeared, possibly out or back to their rooms. All, except for Angel, who was at his usual spot at the bar with Husk. Niffty was sitting on top of the bar, looking as happy as always.

 

“Hey, guys.” Vaggie greeted as she sat next to Angel.

 

“Hey, Vagina.” The spider joked, earning himself a glare, “How’s Charlie doin’?”

 

“Better. She calmed down, and she’s taking a nap.”

 

Niffty smiled, “That’s good! When she wakes up, I’ll make her some tea, and maybe put on a roach puppet show for her! I like it when Charlie’s happy!”

 

“Me too…” The angel nodded.

 

Husk was already pouring a drink for the girl. When he had reached down to grab the bottle, he grunted a little, holding his chest in pain. Vaggie looked at him in concern, “You good?” She asked.

 

“As about as good as can be, I guess.” The cat replied, “Everything still hurts like a bitch, but it ain’t as bad as before.”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the scar along Husk’s chest. They knew (and witnessed) the brutal beating he took from Alastor during the battle, all because he decided to check him and call him out. The bartender nearly died that day, if it weren’t for Angel saving him at the last minute. 

 

It was a moment Husk will never forget. Possibly the worst experience he’s had with the Radio Demon. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Alastor’s rageful face as he was punched over and over… as his staff punctured his wings. 

 

Speaking of, his wings were fully healed with scars. He could fly again, but not without some soreness. He tried not to let it all affect his day-to-day life, especially not the fact that Alastor still owned his soul. Meaning that the bastard could call on him and Niffty at any time.

 

But he would protect the little maid with his life. The deer would have to get through him to get to her. 

 

As for Angel, although he physically wasn’t hurt, he was still mourning the loss of Cherri and Pentious. Yes, they had ascended to Heaven and weren’t technically wiped out, their absence, especially Cherri’s, made Angel feel a sense of emptiness. 

 

They had been best friends for years. She has stuck by his side through thick and thin, and now she was just… not really gone, but not really here either. It sucked as he scrolled through the various selfies they took on his phone. It only served as a painful reminder.

 

Watching Cherri and Pentious get eaten alive still sent shivers down the spider’s spine. He wished he could’ve saved them somehow. Sure, there was no way he could’ve defeated Alastor himself, but he wished he was quicker to maybe distract him like he had to save Husk. 

 

Angel still had no idea how to feel about Vox and Valentino’s deaths. The two of them were sons of bitches, especially Val, but they still sacrificed their lives for Velvette, Val protecting Niffty, and even showed up to fight against Alastor. 

 

It didn’t make them any less of assholes, but Angel had to appreciate that to some extent. 

 

And then there was Niffty…

 

Out of everyone, she was probably affected the least… or at least that’s what everyone thought. The little maid spent most of her time these days cleaning and playing with the animals to distract herself from her own fears.

 

She was completely scared of Alastor now, after seeing all the damage he caused. Niffty loved violence and pain as much as the next demon, but witnessing the Radio Demon torment her friends, seeing him injure Husk, whom she considered a close friend, and witnessing all the bloodshed… it was too much.

 

Alastor was a bad boy… and not the kind that she liked. 

 

Like everyone else, she too feared that he would return. She was even hesitant to stab him if he did. He still owned her, and he could punish her however he wished. 

 

Another thing that kept her mind busy was spending time with Baxter. She found herself drawn to the scientist, and although he seemed to pay her no mind, she could tell he had somewhat of a soft spot for her, but wouldn’t show it out loud. Of all the new guests, Niffty liked him the most.

 

She then hopped down from the bar, “I’m gonna go see what Baxter’s up to. See if he needs help with his science stuff. See ya later, guys!”

 

The maid hopped back up to give Husk a kiss on his wings, before zipping out of the room. Vaggie raised an eyebrow at the unexpected, yet cute gesture, until Angel explained, “She thinks that by kissing Whisker’s wings, it’ll make all the hurt go away. She’s been babying him for months.”

Husk himself scowled, “No, she ain’t. She’s just been worried ever since I got hurt. You saw how she reacted and tried to get Al to stop kicking my ass.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“At least she’s been taking this better than the rest of us,” Vaggie added.

 

“She really hasn’t.” The cat shook his head as he sipped from a bottle, “What Al did upset her a lot. Niff sometimes comes to my room in the middle of the night because of nightmares. That’s how bad she feels. She’s only trying to distract herself from it all. And… she’s afraid of what’ll happen if that fucker comes back.”

 

It was silent between the three of them. They knew that Niffty wasn’t the only one thinking that… at all…

 

“You’re right…” Angel frowned, “He really can come back… what’ll we do if he does?”

 

“What else? Send his ass back to the Black Forest.” the moth shrugged.

 

“Can we, though? Pretty sure Smiles is still pretty powerful even though Charlie kicked his ass.”

 

“We still fought even when he was extremely dangerous. We can do it again.”

 

“But what if we can’t? What if he comes back stronger than ever, and not even Charlie can beat him this time?”

 

Vaggie furrowed her brows, “Don’t be ridiculous, Angel. Charlie can take care of herself.”

 

“If she doesn’t fuckin’ freeze at the sight of him first!”

 

“Why the hell would she do that?!”

 

“Vags, you’ve seen how she is now! Maybe she’s not mentally prepared to face him again. I don’t think any of us are!”

 

The moth couldn’t believe that Angel was thinking this way. He was all for fighting against Alastor before, and now he didn’t want to in the case of that bastard coming back? Since when would the spider, who was in the mafia in life, ever pass up such an opportunity?

 

Before she could question him further, Husk spoke up, “Look, no matter what happens… we do gotta be ready. Whether we fight or not. Honestly, I’d much rather that son of a bitch don’t show his face again, but we all know he will. It’s only a matter of time…”

 

Vaggie nodded, while Angel just frowned and turned away. It was clear they both had conflicting thoughts about this. A potential threat that neither of them wanted to face… but had to…

 

“I… I just don’t wanna lose Charlie again.” The angel said quietly, “Being apart from her last year… you saw how it affected our relationship. And even now that we’re back together, sometimes I feel useless in helping her. No matter how hard I try, she doesn’t seem to be… improving. I know she’s been through a lot, but…”

 

“Everyone heals at a different pace.” Husk told her, “The queen’s been through literal Hell and back with Al. It might take her a while before she can truly move on. Might be more months, even years…”

 

Vaggie didn’t want to think of Charlie’s trauma lasting for years. Although… she probably shouldn’t complain. As she herself suffered trauma as an exorcist. Even years later, she still often had dreams of Lute cutting her eye and wings. 

 

And although she was on slightly better terms with the other angel… she hasn’t quite forgiven her for that (not that Lute ever apologized or showed remorse)... and she probably won’t.

 

“But hey…” The bartender addressed Vaggie again, “I know Charlie appreciates what you’re doin’ for her. It might take a while, but she’ll start feeling better, cause she’s got you by her side. She’s got all of us, but she’s especially got you.”

 

“I know…” That made the moth smile again, “Every day, I remind her how much I love her. How we’re all here to support her. And you’re right, no matter what happens next… we’ll handle it. Together.”

 

“We damn sure will.”

 

Angel turned a little, and gave a little nod, “Yeah… we will…”

 

Vaggie could tell by the spider’s tone that he wasn’t sure, but she wouldn’t press the issue… not now, at least. She watched as he got up and walked away, scrolling through his phone again. 

 

Husk watched him also, “He’ll come around. I know he kinda sounded like a dick right then, but he’ll be fine.”

I sure hope so… the moth thought. If Alastor’s gonna return… we’ll need all hands on deck… but for now… Charlie, mi amor. I’ll always be by your side, no matter what happens. I won’t abandon you… we’ll overcome any obstacle that comes our way. Whatever it takes… we’ll overcome…

Notes:

Vaggie remains determined, Husk is prepared for whatever outcome, Angel is reluctant, and Niffty is trying. We'll see more of these thoughts as the story goes on. As for next chapter... we'll see what our villain has been up to, and what he's planning. Until then, I'll see you guys later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you! :)

Chapter 4: Hungry For Vengeance Like Never Before

Summary:

Alastor is about fully recovered from his defeat, and is hungry for revenge. Luckily for him, he has an evil Root, and a close cannibette friend willing to help him.

Notes:

Hey guys! Here I am with another chapter of RRIR! It's a chapter focusing on Alastor (cue the booing), and what he's been up to in the past three months. This will give hints of what's to come in future chapters. So go ahead and get ready!

Disclaimer: I own nothing

“You should talk! What would your mother say? You talk about how great and wonderful she was, but what do you think she would think about her son committing horrendous crimes and abusing a lady?!”

 

“Mother would be severely disappointed… but what could she do at this point? I’m already in Hell.”

 

Every now and then, Alastor thought about the question Charlie threw at him during their climactic battle. Back then, he simply ignored the question, but now… it often came to mind. Growing up in New Orleans, it was just him and his mother most of the time. His father was absent a lot in order to hide the fact that he, a caucasian man, conceived a child with an African American woman during a time when racial discrimination was at a high, especially in the South.

 

His mother, rest her soul, taught him right from wrong, raised him with courage and bravery in a world that would judge him, and never forgot to remind him how much she loved him.

 

So it was funny that despite her being a wonderful Maman, he still turned out the way he did. 

 

True, at first he was killing those he felt earned it, but he mostly loved the thrill of it. Making his victims spill blood, watching their faces twist in horror and agony, hearing and ignoring their pleas for mercy. And the taste of their flesh afterward.

 

It was oh-so- entertaining…

 

In some ways, Alastor was glad she never found out about his murders. At least before he suffered the fatal gunshot to the head while in the woods. 

 

He could hear the earful he’d be getting.

 

“I raised you better than that, now! How could you terrorize all these people? What happened to my baby boy?”

 

He didn’t want to think of the heartbreak she would’ve felt if she knew…

 

But it’s not like he or she could do anything about it now… he’s committed his sins and he was paying the price for it by being in Hell. 

 

Besides, that’s not the most important thing to him right now…

 

All he cared about was getting his revenge on those plebians who stood in his way… and reclaiming Charlie.

 

He didn’t think it was possible, but being apart from his beloved demon royal hurt. Three months too long. The Radio Demon was confident that he would triumph in the challenge between him and his beloved, which is why he accepted so easily despite the risk.

 

Clearly he underestimated Charlie. He knew she was powerful and courageous, but he had to admit, he never expected her to push the way she did. Just when he thought she would give up when down, she got right back up.

 

… And he thought he couldn’t fall even more in love with her that day. 

 

It was a shame that her winning meant he had to let her go. 

 

And now here he was, hiding away in the Black Forest, with only the creatures to feast upon. It had taken an irritatingly long time for his injuries to all heal thanks to the angelic effects. So he didn’t have the strength to simply shadow himself into the city to steal food. Even if he could, he’d risk being spotted. 

 

He couldn’t have that… not until he was at full strength again. 

 

“Oh, how are we fairing, my little deer?”

 

Oh… and there was the other reason he took forever to heal.

 

Alastor scowled as he turned towards a woman approaching. Her blood ruby eyes glowed in the darkness, a smirk upon her lips. She was the one who gave him the power and strength to overthrow Lucifer and rule Hell. She was the reason for his union with Charlie…

 

… She was also the one who found his defeat so damn hilarious and entertaining. That she would much rather watch him in agony rather than heal him. It seemed like the deal between them was just for her to have a show to watch.

 

Not too different from the deer, but he found it annoying that her enjoyment came at his expense.

 

The Root of Evil, or Roo as she liked to call herself, gave a chuckle at the overlord sitting against a tree. In front of him was the rotting carcass of some animal she didn’t recognize. Mostly because it was too mutilated to identify.

 

“Am I interrupting your snack?” She asked.

 

“I was just finishing.” Was Alastor’s sharp reply, standing up, “What do you want from me now, my lady? Do you actually have something for me to do rather than laugh at my humiliation and current state? If not, then kindly bug off!”

 

Roo tilted her head in amusement. Had any other demon spoken to her with such disrespect, she would’ve devoured their soul on sight, but there was something about Alastor that intrigued her, ever since he manifested in Hell. So she didn’t mind his snappy comments. 

 

“So eager, Al. If I were you, I’d be enjoying this break. You’ve got all this time to build up your strength and relax…”

 

“I’d build it up faster if you’d’ve healed me. You have yet to fix my microphone.”

 

“Oh, but it’s so cute when you groan and moan in pain every now and then. Besides, with the way you abused the powers I gave you, perhaps you needed to learn the hard way.”

Alastor growled, “You are one to talk, you wretched woman! You feed off of sin! You revel when people commit sin! You’re the damn embodiment of sin! So don’t try to lecture me like a child!”

 

“With the way you’re throwing a tantrum, you sure are acting like a child, Allie…” Roo teased, “Do you need a bottle?”

 

The Radio Demon clenched his fists, hating the demeaning nickname she gave him. If this woman wasn’t more powerful than him, he would’ve slashed her throat by now. He was only lucky that their deal didn’t involve him being on a leash. 

 

Looking at her, and seeing those red eyes… reminded him of how Charlie’s eyes would go full red when she went into full demon mode. He loved it when she showed her full potential. 

 

Oh, how he missed his sweet little Charlotte. How he missed holding her when they slept, how he nuzzled her gorgeous blonde hair, how soft her skin was whenever he kissed her. He wanted her! He couldn’t stand to be away from her for a moment longer!

 

He needed to get her back!

But before he did, he had to take care of those worthless fools.

 

Especially Vagatha…

 

That nosy, hardened, wretched, weak, angelic little bitch!

 

She had ruined everything!

 

Why couldn’t she have simply stayed in her place? Yes, Alastor took Charlie away from her, he wouldn’t deny that, but surely she could’ve found another lovely demoness to court. Just because she was an angel, it didn’t mean she was so important she had to try to bring down his reign just because she didn’t like the way things were.

 

He knew she was a problem, but he moved too late to stop it. So she was allowed the opportunity to rebel, which in turn allowed others to rebel… including Charlie. 

 

Once he prepared to put his plans of revenge into action, Vagatha would be the first to suffer his wrath. He wanted to spill her golden blood as he had before. 

 

After her, he had others on his hit list.

 

Angel Dust, Velvette, Carmilla Carmine and her daughters… Husker, and Niffty.

 

Alastor couldn’t believe the audacity of the last two. His closest contractees, betraying him like that! Did they forget that he owned them both?! Did they not care for the consequences?! Clearly not, since they also went against him without a second thought. 

 

He remembered how close he was to sending Husker to oblivion, if not for that meddling spider’s interference. And darling little Niffty… he gave her a chance to join him in taking the rebels down, and she still sided with them! 

 

It pained the deer, but she would have to be taught a lesson too. 

 

Killing Zestial, Vox, and Valentino weren’t enough. Eating Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious wasn’t enough. 

 

They all had to pay…

 

“Alastor…? Alastor, are you there?”

 

His ears twitched at hearing that familiar voice. It couldn’t be… it simply couldn’t be. He heard her screams when his radio tower collapsed during the battle. 

 

But sure enough, he spotted someone approaching him quickly, and he recognized her almost instantly, “Rosie?!”

 

“Alastor! Oh my stars! You’re alive!”

 

The cannibette was in tears as she practically leaped into her friends' arms. Alastor embraced her lovingly, rubbing her back while she sobbed, “I should say the same to you, my dear. I thought I had lost you during the battle. I heard your screams when my tower fell.”

 

Rosie sniffed before pulling away. She surely had looked better, as her elegant dress was ripped in many places and stained with blood. Her signature hat was missing, and her hair was in a messy bun. 

 

“You should know me. I don’t stay down that easily.” She smirked, “A few broken bones here and there, but nothing that couldn’t heal. I escaped before anyone could see me. I couldn’t get back into Cannibal Town due to some damn fence around it. I spent the last few months hiding out in a bunker of all places, can you believe that? I heard about the fight you had with your queen, and I got worried that you had died.”

 

“It was a challenge Charlie created with genius. We battled, and she won, meaning that I abdicated the throne, broke our deal, and as part of our deal, I stay away from her… so I let her go…”

 

“You let her go?!”

 

The woman slapped Alastor across the face, “Why in the nine circles did you do that?! You had everything! Why would you accept such a deal in the first place knowing you had a chance of losing?! You really risked it?!”

 

“I admit, I thought I would claim victory. I thought that Charlie wouldn’t have the heart to harm me, although she’s made it clear about her opinions of me. Of course, I shouldn’t have doubted her abilities. She is Lucifer’s daughter, after all. I received quite the beating, which I admire from her.”

 

Rosie snorted, “And now you’ve been laying low here. Why didn’t ya try to find me?”

 

“I had to recover before I could do anything. The challenge left me weakened greatly, and if I were to go out in public, surely the sinners would’ve eaten me alive in my state, maybe even literally. It would’ve been quicker had my… partner here decided not to be a bitch and heal me.”

 

Once again, the Radio Demon glared at the Root, who was leaning against a tree, sipping through the straw of a drink she was holding. She appeared nonchalant, but there was a smugness in her eyes. 

 

“But…” He continued, pulling Rosie in closer, “I am quite glad, delighted even, that you’re still living… unlike Mimzy.”

 

“Mimzy?! What happened?” She looked up at him. Due to hiding underground for a good while, the cannibette wasn’t exactly up to date on everything between nearly being crushed and now.

 

Alastor clenched his fists, “That pompous snake skewered her with an angelic sword. She died in my arms. I avenged her by swallowing him and that bomb-happy girl, Cherri, whole. But… I wish to do more than just that. “

 

Faint radio static grew louder, “Rosie, I want vengeance. On every single one of those plebians who DARED to oppose me! I want to crush their bones under my boot. I want to savor the flavor of their blood. I want to rip their flesh apart! I want to devour their hearts! To watch the life leave their eyes! In short… I want to end their fucking lives…”

 

The radio dial look that Rosie was familiar with showed. His smile was twisted. She was sure there were many murderous thoughts running around in his head. 

 

“I see…” She giggled, her own sadistic grin on her face, “... well, I’ll be more than happy to help you in your endeavors, my friend. There are a few people I have a bone to pick myself. Especially that angel. I know that she was the one who dropped the tower on my head.”

 

“She was…” Alastor smirked, “Glad to see that we both have vendettas against Vagatha. She will suffer the most.”

 

“Ooh! Can I be the one to eat her heart when you’re done with her?”

 

“Perhaps. But when I prepared to execute her, I had planned to give her heart to my darling Charlotte. I just might do that still. I miss my beloved demon belle too much. Once Vagatha is out of the picture, I’ll be free to have her to myself again.”

 

“But didn’t ya say your deal stated you stay away from Charlie?” Rosie asked.

 

“It did… but frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Besides… when she stated her terms… she never mentioned that I can never return…”

 

Both overlords smiled wickedly. Of course, Charlie made a fatal mistake when it comes to making deals… besides making the deal in the first place. This was gonna work out much better than they had anticipated.

 

“Uh huh… now that you two have caught up… I have something to share with you…” Roo approached the two demons, “I can feel the dark powers… growing inside of Charlotte. The powers she absorbed from you, Alastor… I can sense it bubbling up to the surface… and when it releases… then Hell will truly be unleashed. And perhaps you’ll have the chance to reclaim what was yours… so…”

 

With a snap of her fingers, Alastor’s broken mic floated over to her. She gripped it, and with her powers… made it whole again. The staff soon floated over to the Radio Demon, who grabbed it with a huge smile.

“Well, it sure took you long enough!” He chuckled, his mic glowing with green lights, “Looks like I’ll be back in business in no time.”

 

“I have a feeling that merely seeing you will bring out Charlie’s powers. The dark root magic is tied to her emotions, and the stronger her emotions grow, the stronger the magic will grow.” Roo explained, “So whatever plan of revenge you have, it’s sure to get her attention and stress her right the fuck out! Just don’t expect me to fix your stick if it gets broken again.”

 

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that, my lady. Because once I’m done with those fools… I’ll be unstoppable! Now… come, Rosie. I know the perfect location where we can continue to scheme. Let us… return to my humble abode in the swamps of Hell. Though… it’ll be more than a manor after we’re done… renovating..."

 

Alastor held out his hand for the cannibette, who graciously took it, “I’m with you, darlin’! They will all pay!"

 

"That they will! And Charlie will soon be mine once again! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

 

The Root watched as the overlords practically skipped through the forest, laughing maniacally all the way. She expected Alastor to fail at whatever he was planning again. There was no way the Queen of Hell wouldn’t kick his ass a second time. 

 

But… if he caused enough ruckus… Charlotte was bound to explode with a flurry of root-covered emotions.

 

Roo had been observing Lucifer’s daughter closely. She could see the girl doing everything she could to control the dark magic she now possessed. And she knew the girl would never use them if she couldn’t help it…

 

At least… not without a push…

 

The wicked woman chuckled to herself. At this point, it was only a matter of time. And if all goes well… there will be even more bloodshed, carnage, and despair than before.

 

But most of all… she was looking forward to seeing Charlotte turn from a sweet and kind cinnamon roll… to a sinful, vile, and hateful demoness…

Notes:

And now our villains are on the move. As you can see, Rosie survived from the previous story, and she's all for aiding Alastor in his schemes. While Roo is looking forward to the possible results of Charlie's powers corrupting her. We'll get more of that too! Speaking of Charlie, the next chapter focuses on her, and those powers. Until then, I hope you liked this chapter. I'll see you guys later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you! :)

Chapter 5: You Will Be Okay

Summary:

As Charlie prepares for a meeting with the Sins, she remembers a traumatic experience with Alastor, and seeks reassurance from some close friends and family.

Notes:

Hi, guys! I'm back with another chapter. We're focusing on Charlie, as she has a bunch of thoughts and worries. But we have some familiar faces to help her out. Not too much happens, just a bunch of talking, but I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: This chapter contains mentions and depictions of past physical abuse, and a near panic attack. Readers discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

“Okay, so here’s the list of all the stuff to discuss with the Sins. A new shipment of food for Auntie Bee’s parties… renovations for Uncle Ozzie’s club… auditions for Uncle Mam’s new shows… a workout program for Uncle Sat… or was it new medicine for Auntie Bel first? And does Auntie Levi have anything to talk about? Oh, this is a lot…”

 

Charlie paced back and forth in the parlor. In her hands were papers she planned to bring to a meeting with the Deadly Sins. Although they had their Rings to rule over, they knew she needed help with ruling now that Alastor was out of the picture, so they all scheduled a meeting to talk about stuff.

 

But she believed the purpose of the meeting was just so that they could spend time with their niece. 

 

As she walked around, Keekee and the Egg Bois followed behind her like ducklings following their mother. Although Charlie found it cute, it wasn’t helping her nervousness. But she was glad to have some company. Vaggie had stepped out for the day to take care of some errands. When asked about it, the moth angel said it was a ‘surprise’.

 

“Okay… I think I got everything sorted out…” The queen said to herself, “I hope I make a good first impression.”

 

Sure, the Sins loved Charlie no matter what mistakes she made. But after everything with Alastor… she was afraid of messing up even the littlest of things. 

 

Around the first two months of the Radio Reign, he had a meeting with the Goetia, and she was forced to attend. The demoness couldn’t remember what was talked about, but she recalled being very bored as they went on and on about… something. 

 

So bored that she fell asleep. 

 

When she was awoken, she saw the confused and amused faces of the Goetia… and Alastor’s absolutely annoyed expression. Apparently, her snoring had interrupted their conversation. She also had seen Stolas there too, and he looked concerned and worried. 

 

Charlie had never felt so embarrassed in her life. 

 

Sadly, that wasn’t even the end of it, because after the meeting, Alastor had dragged her all the way back to the hotel, furious because she had fallen asleep. 

 

“You idiotic girl!” He growled as he shoved her into their suite, “What were you thinking?! Making me look like a fool in front of the Ars Goetia!”

 

Charlie winced as he slammed the door shut and locked it, “I-I’m sorry, Al! I didn’t mean to! I was just sitting there listening and I got tired.” She hid behind a chair, “M-Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

 

“A queen does not fall asleep in the middle of an important meeting! She is to pay full attention to what is being discussed. She even takes notes if she has to. Did neither of your parents teach you proper royal etiquette?”

 

“Well, sorry that I’m not your typical princess!”

 

Alastor grabbed the chair she was holding and tossed it at the wall. Charlie tried to run but was grabbed by the collar of her dress, “Please, Al! I-It w-w-won’t happen again. It wo-”

 

SLAP!

The sudden force of his hand collided with her face, making her head reel. The demon royal looked up at the Radio Demon in complete shock. He had never done that before. In the two months that they’ve been married, he did get upset with her before, but he would maybe only grip her wrist tightly. 

 

But he never struck her. 

 

It was something she thought Alastor would never do to a woman. 

 

Before she could ponder it any further, she was shoved onto their bed and pinned down. Charlie struggled to escape, “Al! Al, stop! Please! I’m sorry!”

“Being ‘sorry’ isn’t enough to make up for the pure disrespect you showed today!” The overlord snarled in a dark tone, “You need to be taught a lesson, my dear. To ensure we don’t have a repeat of this little incident.”

 

Tears were already streaming down her rosy cheeks. The queen watched as her king summoned his microphone staff, “Al…”

 

“Believe me, sweetie… this is for your own good…” He gave her a sinister grin as he raised his staff, “You’ll thank me…”

 

“NOOOO!”

 

“Boss? Are you okay?”

 

Charlie hadn’t even realized she was crying until she heard Frank’s voice. The moment she snapped out of the memories, she saw that she was on her knees, with Keekee and the Eggies surrounding her. 

 

“Boss?” Frank asked again.

 

“I… I… I’m…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. Remembering that awful moment… it seemed to pause her mind. As if she forgot where she was or what she was doing. The demoness looked down at her hands… and it was like she could see the blood and scars from that day.

 

“ALLLL! PLEASE STOP! I’M SORRY!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to be bad, Charlie. Don’t you know it’s rude to fall asleep during a meeting like that? Do you want people to think of you as a lousy Queen?!”

 

Every strike from his staff stung like fire. Somehow she could still see the marks on her body. She would never forget the sound of her own wails… his berating words. She couldn’t get away no matter how hard she tried. 

 

“ Beg for forgiveness, Charlotte! Show me how sorry you truly are! It starts with sorry, correct?!”

“Please, Al. It won’t happen again! It won’t! I promise! Please forgive me! I’m sorry for falling asleep! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH-”

 

“Charls’?”

 

Charlie looked up at the sound of that familiar voice. Kneeling in front of her was Angel, who had two sets of arms resting on her shoulders. She didn’t even realize he walked into the room. It felt like her surroundings were blurred and muted.

 

“Charlie? Take it easy, toots. It’s okay…” He spoke soothingly, “Can ya hear me?”

 

“A-A-Angel…” The girl whimpered.

 

“Shhh… it’s alright… you are alright. Deep breath in… out… in… out.”

 

For the next few minutes, Charlie continued to listen to Angel. Soon, her breathing was regular. But there was another problem… the black and red glowing roots that had grown out of the floor and wrapped themselves around her arms, trapping her.

 

Even she hadn’t realized that until she looked down. 

 

“Shit… where did these come from…?” Angel asked.

 

“Wait… wait…”

 

Taking another deep breath, Charlie held her hands up. They began to glow a soft gold… and a few seconds later, the roots disappeared, “Okay… I’m fine… I’m fine…”

 

The spider raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t look fine a few minutes ago…” He pulled her in for a hug. “You thinkin’ of you know who again?”

 

He had come downstairs for a snack when he saw Charlie hyperventilating, surrounded by a confused Keekee and Egg Bois. Angel’s first instinct was to find Vaggie, but remembered that she had stepped out earlier to make preparations for something ‘special’. And no one else was around so…

 

“... Kinda…” The queen nodded, “I’m trying to get ready for this meeting I’m having with the Sins later. I… thought back to a meeting Alastor and I had with the Ars Goetia… it was honestly boring… and I fell asleep. Al… he wasn’t happy. When we got back home… he was really mad… Angel… that was the first time he ever hit me… it was so surprising. I never expected someone like him to ever hit a girl… I was so scared…”

 

Angel rubbed her back, knowing exactly how she felt. He remembered the first time Valentino ever got physical with him. It wasn’t a pleasant experience either. But he tried not to think about that. Right now, Charlie needed some comfort.

 

The same way he comforted her many months ago late at night. 

 

“I know it sucks, Charls’… even though Smiles ain’t around anymore… you still think of those times…”

 

“I just wish I could forget it. I hate how he’s practically taken over my mind… as if he’s still here… taunting me…” She sobbed, “It still hurts…”

 

“I know… but ya know we’re all here if you ever wanna talk to somebody. You ain’t going through this alone.”

 

Charlie smiled up at her friend, “I know… and I’m so grateful for all of you. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t around. I’m sorry if it felt like I’ve been pushing everyone away.”

 

“No need for sorries. You’re going through a lot, and that’s okay. You know… if ya want, you could always reschedule that meeting.”

 

“I dunno… my aunties and uncles haven’t seen me in a while. I’d hate to bail on them.”

 

“I’m sure they’ll understand.”

 

As the two sat there for a while, Charlie had a thought… maybe she needed to talk to someone… someone who was at the meeting… and someone who she hasn’t been able to interact with much.

 

With a small grin… she looked up at Angel…

 

“Hey… wanna go to a palace?”

 

About five minutes later… both the queen and spider found themselves in one of the many Ars Goetia palaces. In a room with lots of books. Tea was served for them. 

 

“Thanks for allowing us to come by, Stolas. Sorry it’s such short notice.” Charlie said.

 

“Nice digs, birdy.” Angel added, “Looks better than Val’s tower.”

 

The owl prince smiled, “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I know we haven’t much time to chat given recent events, but I hope all is well.”

 

“It’s… getting better… slowly, but surely… Stolas… do you remember a meeting that Alastor and I attended with you and the other Goetia?”

 

Stolas looked up for a moment, as if trying to remember, “I think there were quite a few meetings we had with you and that pathetic excuse for an overlord. All of them were rather boring.”

 

Charlie nodded, “Yeah… I’m talking about the one where I fell asleep.”

 

A few more seconds passed, before the prince snapped his fingers, “Ah, yes. I remember that one. I have to admit, you looked cute with your head on the table and all. I don’t blame you for nodding off.”

 

The blonde sighed, “Alastor didn’t think it was so cute… in fact, he got really mad and… punished me when we got home that day.”

 

Stolas looked at her with concern, reaching over to grab her hand. He understood what it was like to be in a loveless marriage, if his time with Stella was any indication. They hated each other since the beginning, but one thing they agreed on was their love for Octavia, their beloved daughter. 

 

The owl remembering the look of scorn Alastor gave Charlie that day. He knew that whatever was going on wasn’t good. He knew Charlie wasn’t happy. From when he officiated their wedding, he could see the misery in her eyes. Everyone could. 

 

And who could blame her? The one she married murdered her parents and forced her into this new life all because he thought he deserved to be on top. And almost nobody could do anything with the Radio Demon being so much more powerful.

 

Stolas was relieved when he was dethroned. He observed the big battle that took place in Pentagram City on television. Well, part of it. He was asleep when it started and was woken up by Via when the battle was nearing its end. The parts he remembered seeing were all the hellborns, sinners, and even the exorcist angels working together.

And it all accumulated in one final duel between Charlie and Alastor. 

 

Safe to say the Goetia was thrilled when Charlie won. They were proud of her. Although the feathered nobles didn’t interact much with the Morningstars, they still showed their support for the princess, especially after her parents' death. Stolas’ father, Paimon, was a faithful ally of Lucifer, so he had known her since she was born. 

 

“Anyways… I came here because I was hoping to get some advice. I have a meeting with the Sins later, and I don’t wanna mess things up. I’m not used to doing them a lot, and I know you probably have more experience…”

 

“Well…” The owl prince began rubbing her hand soothingly, “One thing I’ve learned as a prince is that there’s no shame in making a mistake. Everyone slips up every now and then. But… that’s not something to worry about…” He looked away for a moment, “Unless you’re discussing something extremely important, and say something that could be misinformation or incorrect. But in that case, you could ask for help. I know the Sins care a great deal about you, so don’t be afraid to confide in them…”

 

That seemed simple and easy enough. Charlie nodded in understanding.

 

“It’s like I said before, Charls’. It’s not your fault for mistakes or doin’ stuff that someone might not approve of.” Angel spoke up.

 

“Indeed.” Stolas smiled, “And… I’m so sorry that you were so mistreated. What Alastor did to you wasn’t right. And we can thank Satan that you sent his ass running from the hills. Let’s hope he stays there.”

 

“Yeah…” The queen sighed.

 

“I know it hasn’t been easy… but… you will be okay. It’s what I’ve told Stella and Via repeatedly when Alastor first took over. I swore to protect them both from his wrath. Via is my world, and while Stella spends most of her time bitching about how much she hates me… I know our little girl is her world too. One thing I wasn’t doing to do is let anything happen to either of them.” 

 

The queen understood. If there was one thing she witnessed when it came to the Radio Reign, is that the entire situation had caused some people to put aside their differences to support one another. It didn’t matter if they completely hated each other's guts, or one had own another's soul, or someone had a hit placed on them… they were willing to put all of that to the side in order to survive. 

 

It was something she admired, and she wondered if her own actions in rallying a group of supporters against Alastor helped. As well as Vaggie’s own rebellion. 

 

Charlie looked down at her hands, and her mind going back to the roots growing around them at the hotel. She debated on whether or not to tell Stolas about her new root magic. After all, he too was a powerful demon and might have some tips on handling such power. But… she wasn’t sure about anyone other than Vaggie knowing about it… not yet. Although she might have to explain it to Angel now that he's witnessed it.

 

So instead she looked back at him with a smile, “Thanks, Stolas… I needed this talk. I feel a bit better about my meeting now.”

 

The prince nodded, “Of course, Charlotte. I’m always happy to help a friend. If you ever want to talk-”

 

“You’re here. I know. Sorry, I’ve heard that a lot.” Charlie giggled in Angel’s direction, the spider shrugging with a smirk.

 

“Hey, you know it’s true, toots.” He replied. 

 

“You have an amazing support system. Lucifer would be proud of you.” Stolas told the girl, who almost teared up at the mention of her late father.

 

I know he is… he and Mom are probably watching me right now. 

 

After a bit more conversing, and a hug of gratitude, Charlie and Angel bid Stolas farewell (with the owl reminding her of the upcoming Blood Moon Festival) and returned to the hotel. The former princess spent the next couple of hours preparing, before she headed to the center of Pentagram City, ready for her meeting.

 

A new building called the Sins Hall was built during the reconstruction of the city, where the Sins would meet to discuss things regarding their respective Rings or Hell overall. This would be the first time a meeting would be held here. 

 

Carrying her papers in hand, Charlie approached the door that led to the meeting room. She knew her aunties and uncles were already inside, waiting for her. It was already nerve-wracking and nothing had even happened yet.

 

But, she reminded herself of both Angel and Stolas’ words. She had nothing to be ashamed of. The Sins would not judge her. It was okay to make mistakes. And if she did, someone should help her, not punish her. She can learn from those mistakes. 

 

She wasn’t worthless. She was a person with feelings and a right be imperfect, no matter how much Alastor tried to twist her into the perfect wife. 

 

That’s not what she was.

 

So… with a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped in. Almost immediately greeted by the beings she considered family.

 

“Hey, there’s our baby girl!” Ozzie smiled.

 

“Charlie, honey. How are you? Are ya hungry? Need a drink? I bet getting here took a lot out of ya.” Bee fluttered over to Charlie.

 

“We were about to think you pussied out on us, lassie.” Mammon chuckled.

 

“No… I just needed to prepare for this.” She walked over to the table, placing herself at the head of it, “This is my first time hosting a meeting with you guys. I know my Dad used to do this a lot, but I’ve never had much practice. Being a queen is a lot…”

 

The Sin of Lust patted her on the head, “Oh, there’s nothing to it, baby girl. We all basically get together to update one another on stuff going on in our Rings.”

 

“It’s basically like a monthly family reunion.” Bee added, “We just sit, chat, have some snacks and drinks. We may be royalty, but we aren’t, like, all too political and formal, ya know.”

 

“Yeah, like those fuckin’ Goetia bastards. No offense, Ozz.” The Sin of Greed laughed, knowing Ozzie was close to the Goetia.

 

Satan gave a look of calmness, “You are in a safe space, Charlotte. You have nothing to fear. We know Hell is in good hands with you on the throne.” 

 

Little by little, Charlie started to feel more at ease about this. Of course, her family would be sweet and assure her that things wouldn’t be so bad. That they all her back. She knew she had someone to turn to for guidance. 

 

Whether it be Vaggie, the hotel group, Stolas, or the Sins… she knew she had at least someone to help her.

 

Maybe they were right…

 

Hell was in good hands.

 

“Okay then… let’s get to work!” She declared with confidence.

 

Maybe things will indeed be okay… 

Notes:

So the moral of the chapter is... not everything you do is a mistake, it's fine to make mistakes, and there's no shame in asking for help on something. And Charlie knows she's got loved ones looking out for her. And we see the Root powers pop up briefly. We'll definitely see more of it, and keep in mind the Blood Moon Festival, that'll be important too.

Next chapter will focus on both Charlie and Vaggie, as we'll see what the 'surprise' the latter has planned. What will it be? You'll have to wait and see. Until then, I'll see you later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please! Thank you! :)

Chapter 6: Proposal of Fate

Summary:

Vaggie surprises Charlie with a lunch date in the garden for their anniversary of dating. In doing so, she asks a very important question that sets off a lot of thoughts and emotions.

Notes:

Good afternoon, friends! I'm back with another new chapter of RIRR! We're gonna get some sweet Chaggie moments for all you shippers out there (myself included). But Vaggie is prepared to ask a question. And how will Charlie respond? Let's read and find out!

Warning: Contains near panic attack and PTSD.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Vaggie had been working hard the past couple of days. She had been making plans for a special day between her and Charlie, and now it was just about finished. 

 

The angel looked over everything twice, triple, quadruple, just to make sure everything was in place. She even asked Husk, Angel, and Niffty for some advice or if something needed to be there or changed.

 

The four of them observed the scene. A table set up in the garden of the hotel, with flower petals scattered about. A bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table, along with baskets of treats such as cookies, macarons, and chocolates. 

 

“It looks perfect…” Vaggie smiled, “Absolutely perfect. She’ll love it.”

 

“And so romantic!” Niffty added.

 

“So you’re really planning on doing this?” Husk asked the moth.

 

“Of course she is.” Angel smirked, “It’s the perfect scene for one.”

 

Vaggie looked down at her hands, “I feel like now’s a good time as ever. I mean, we’ve been together for five years at this point. After everything that’s happened… she deserves to feel loved more than ever. I always thought she’d be the one to do it… but I figured she was nervous.”

 

She reached into her coat pocket to grasp a small item she had purchased the day before. The girl was feeling nervous herself. She was going to ask Charlie the most important question she’s ever asked.

 

It could either go very well… or very badly.

 

She hoped it would be the former. 

 

If all goes according to plan… 

 

“Okay… I’m gonna go freshen up. I’ll let you know when I’m ready, and to get Charlie.” She informed the others.

 

Dia and Summer were tasked with keeping Charlie out of the hotel while Vaggie set up her surprise. Just long enough for everything to be prepared. It was now or never at this point… And she had to take the chance.

 

Another fifteen minutes passed, and everything and everyone was in place. 

 

“Hey, Vags. Ya mind if I livestream the moment of truth?” Angel asked, holding up his phone, “It’ll be all everyone talks about. You’ll be famous… moreso than you already are.”

 

Vaggie shook her head, “I’d rather you not. Especially if she… refuses.”

 

“Why would she? She loves ya way too much.”

 

“I dunno. I’m just… I’m just really nervous right now.”

 

“It’ll be fine, toots. Charlie would have to be a crazy bitch to say no.”

 

“Yeah… you’re right.”

 

Speaking of Charlie, the former princess was being led outside by Niffty. A blindfold was covering her eyes. She was eagerly anticipating whatever surprise was awaiting her. Somehow, she had a feeling Vaggie was behind it.

 

“Ooh, I wonder what it could be.” She said to herself, “A gift. A road trip. Oh, maybe another stuffed teddy bear! I love those!”

 

Niffty smiled, “You’ll have to wait and see. We’re almost there.”

 

The maid led her into the garden. After receiving the go ahead, she let go of her hand, “Okay, you can look now!”

 

With a squeal, Charlie removed the blindfold. What she saw in front of her was quite possibly the most romantic setting she had ever seen. An arch of flowers, a table with treats and wine… and a beautiful moth angel wearing a violet-colored dress standing beside it.

 

“Happy anniversary, babe.” Vaggie greeted with a warm smile.

 

The queen jumped up once in excitement as she rushed over to her girlfriend, picking her up in a hug, “Oh, Vaggie! This is so cute! You did all of this?”

 

“Most of it. I had a little help. Since you’ve been busy, I figured you deserved a break. And what better way than to have a little lunch date between us? And…”

 

She picked up an item from the table and showed it to Charlie, who gasped in shock. It was the rubber duck mug that Vaggie accidentally broke a few months ago during an argument regarding secrets and Alastor’s influence. 

 

It… was completely fixed up.

 

“I asked Emily for a little assistance with this.” She handed it to her queen, who held the cup close. There were still a few cracks here and there, but it seemed that angelic magic mended the rest.

 

“You’re so sweet… thank you…” Charlie hugged Vaggie again. 

 

Okay… so far, so good… The moth thought.

 

With that, the girls sat down and began to enjoy the treats laid out for them. Angel, Husk, and Niffty watched secretly from the bushes, enjoying the romantic moment for the next fifteen minutes... Charlie was delighted at the selection of food. Almost all of her favorites were here.

 

As for Vaggie, she was happy her princess was happy. It was honestly so refreshing to see a smile on her face. Not a tired or fake one, but a genuine smile. The moth felt like she had succeeded in finally cheering her up. 

 

With the way it was going so far… the last move would be the triumph against everything. 

 

Once Charlie finished swallowing a macaron, she spoke up, “So… having a good time?” 

 

“I sure am.” The queen smiled, “You’re right, this is just what I needed. Just a quiet and nice afternoon with you. Eating candies and cookies, and relaxing for once. You know, I’ve felt like I’ve been on edge these past few days… but it’s moments like this that remind me of the circle of loved ones I have.”

 

“Exactly. And we haven’t had a date night in a while, either. Plus… I figured we should make up for missing our anniversary last year due to… you know.”

 

Charlie nodded, “Yeah… it’s still so hard to believe that we’re even still a couple after all the chaos. I thought after last year, I’d never get to hold or kiss or love you again.”

 

“I guess fate was on our side for our future.” Vaggie chuckled, “S-Speaking of the future…”

 

Okay, here it goes… no turning back now. 

 

“I… I wanna think of our future together.”

 

The demoness looked at the angel with curiosity, “Oh?”

 

“Well… I’ve been thinking about everything we’ve been through since we met. The hotel, the exterminations, the Radio Reign… like you said, it’s hard to believe we’re still together after all that. I think it shows just how strong our bond is. That no matter what’s thrown our way… we can overcome it.”

 

“Yeah… we can. And I think that’s so beautiful, you know?”

 

“It is… and, Charlie…”

 

Taking a deep breath, Vaggie stood up and walked around the table to Charlie’s side. As the moment unfolded, Angel quickly took out his phone to start recording. He may not be able to livestream, but it would be good to catch the moment of truth on camera anyway. 

 

The queen watched with interest as her girlfriend took her hands and pulled her up into a soft and slow dance. That was soon accompanied by Vaggie singing.

 

You… and I’ve been through it all…

 

So many trials and stakes… 

 

So many tears and tasks…

 

And in the end… for what’s occurred so far…

 

There’s something that I’ve been dying to ask….

 

Before Charlie could react… Vaggie was slowly getting down on one knee. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a red velvet box. Opening it, she revealed a golding ring with a red apple-shaped gem in the center.

 

The former princess couldn’t believe her eyes. Her hands went to her mouth and her eyes welled up with tears.

 

“Queen Charlotte Morningstar… will you do me the honor… of becoming my wife?” The moth angel asked.

 

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Is she fucking proposing?! 

 

This… this was a dream come true for Charlie. It felt unreal. It felt so amazing, so wonderful, so exciting.

 

So… eerily familiar.

 

As she stared at the angel, who was eagerly awaiting her answer… she couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu. Why did it feel like… she’s been here before? Why did this exact moment feel… not so different from a previous-

 

Oh no…

 

Suddenly… it hit her.

 

No…

 

As soon as the realization hit, Charlie didn’t see herself in the garden… but inside of the burning hotel. She was suddenly back on the day everything went wrong. And instead of Vaggie kneeling and proposing…

 

… She saw Alastor.

 

“Princess Charlotte Morningstar… will you do me the honor… of becoming my wife?”

 

No… no… not again! NOT AGAIN!

“NO!” Holding her chest, she backed away from Vaggie, nearly stumbling over her chair.

 

This unfortunately activated her root powers, causing the red vines to shoot up from the ground and wrap around the table. Normally, Vaggie would have been startled… but she was too stunned by Charlie’s apparent refusal.

 

“W… W-What…?” The angel stuttered, her hands trembling a little.

 

The queen started to take deep breaths to keep herself from panicking, “Not again… not again… please, not again…” But it wasn’t until she looked at her girlfriend’s almost heartbroken look… that she remembered where she was.

 

“Oh, Vaggie, I… I’m sorry. I want… I… I need a moment. I’m sorry!”

 

With that, she turned and fled the garden… leaving a still stunned, confused, and saddened Vaggie still on one knee… but she quickly fell to both knees, dropping the box in her hand.

 

‘N-No’? She said ‘no’?! But why?! After everything we’ve been through, why wouldn’t she want to marry me?! Did I do something wrong?! Was it me?!

 

“Well… not how I was expecting that to go…” Angel spoke as he, Husk, and Niffty stepped out of their hiding spot. 

 

“I had a feeling it’d go south.” Husk swiped the wine bottle off the table and drank from whatever was left of it.

 

“Aww… I was hoping she’d say yes…” Niffty pouted. 

 

“I… I don’t understand…” The moth shook her head, “I thought she’d be jumping for joy. How could she say ‘no’? Was it the setting? Was it the choice of food? Was it… me?”

 

Angel knelt down beside his friend, “I don’t think it’s you, toots. Maybe she got so overwhelmed, she needed to process it a little.”

 

“That still doesn’t explain why she said ‘no’. If she needed some time, she could’ve just said so… why… I don’t…”

 

“It’s not you.” The cat put a paw on her shoulder, “It’s somethin’ else. Or rather, someone else.”

 

Vaggie looked up at him, her lip trembling.

 

“Not you.” Husk reiterated, “Think about it… this isn’t the first marriage proposal Charlie’s gotten… and we all know how that worked out for her back then. 

 

It took a few moments, but she soon was able to put together what the bartender was trying to say. Once it made itself clear, she facepalmed. Charlie’s reaction now made perfect sense. What the angel did… was almost no different from how the Radio Demon proposed to her on the day he killed the princess’ parents.

 

Even down to nearly the same wording. Only difference was the circumstances and setting.

 

“Oh god! I’m such a fucking idiot!” She cursed herself, “She… she hasn’t gotten over her marriage to Alastor. Just like she’s still recovering from everything! How could I propose to her and forget about that?”

 

“Hey, it ain’t your fault.” Angel assured the moth, “Charls’ must’ve remembered Al’s proposal and had flashbacks. Now that Husky mentioned it… it had only been a few months since she got the divorce.”

 

And that made it so much worse for Vaggie. Charlie had only been free from Alastor for about four months now. It was still such a short time frame between then and now. It made sense she would have some form of trauma from being forced into marriage and being cornered into a deal.

 

… And now Vaggie had accidentally triggered those memories. 

 

“I’m a horrible girlfriend…” She moaned.

 

“No, you’re not.” Niffty told her, “You’re a great girlfriend! The bestest Charlie could ever have, and she knows that!”

 

“Give just her some time to cool off, and maybe go talk to her.” Husk added, “She knows you meant no harm, but it’ll do her some good to be reminded of that.”

 

As much as the angel wanted to believe that Charlie wouldn’t hate her for this… this wouldn’t be the first time she felt their relationship was threatened. But… it was true. No matter what happened… they always managed to pull through…

 

So they could pull through this too… hopefully…

 

Vaggie decided to wait an hour before she went to find Charlie. In that time, she had cleaned up the garden and cleared away the roots that had grown. When questioned about them, she simply said it was ‘complicated’ and that she would allow the former princess to explain when she was ready.

 

No need to freak the residents out.

 

As she walked down the halls of the hotel to their room, the moth angel thought back to what happened. She still felt awful for the whole thing. What was she thinking, asking a question so soon after defeating Alastor? Charlie just got out of an abusive marriage.

 

And here Vaggie was, asking her to unite in another marriage. A marriage that wouldn’t be abusive, of course, but still…

 

She won’t be too upset with me… right? They said she knows I didn’t mean to upset her. But does she? Oh god, why does it feel like we’re falling apart even though we’re not? Stop thinking so irrationally, Vaggie. You’re worrying over nothing. Simply… nothing.

 

Once she reached the door, she first decided to knock (although she didn’t need to considering it was her room too) just to see if Charlie was in there.

 

… No response…

 

Trying hard not to jump to any conclusions, Vaggie opened the door and stepped inside, “Charlie?”

 

Thankfully, the first thing she noticed was a figure standing on the balcony, looking over the city. At least she was safe…

 

The moth slowly made her way to her girlfriend, eventually standing beside her. Charlie had made no indication of noticing her until she spoke again, “Hey…”

 

“Hey…”

 

A moment of silence passed. Vaggie was prepared to break it, but the queen beat her to it, “Vaggie, I am so sorry for running out on you like that. I didn’t mean to, I just… seeing you like that… it reminded me of when Alastor did the same thing. I felt like… it was happening all over again.”

As if the angel couldn’t feel any worse, “I… I know. And that’s why I’m sorry for proposing so soon after all that. It hasn’t even been a year since you got away from him… and yet I stupidly asked you for your hand. I’m so selfish…”

 

Charlie took her hand, “No… no, you’re not. You… you didn’t know. Honestly, I didn’t know myself. I had forgotten all about Alastor’s proposal until now. But it’s not your fault. You were doing a sweet thing for me… and I know you’d never hurt me the way he has.”

 

She looked out towards the city again, “Vaggie… I would love to get married to you. It’s something I’ve thought about a lot. But, of course, the Radio Reign happened, and well… I’m not sure if I’m ready to commit to marriage again. Sure, it’s not like we have to tie the knot right away, but…”

“Hey, I understand… if being engaged for now is just fine…” Vaggie replied.

 

“I… I don’t know if I wanna deal with anything marriage-related. Engagement, weddings… it’s all a lot for me.”

 

The blond began rubbing her angel’s hand, “I’m not trying to reject you… I’m just saying that… I’m not ready . And… I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

 

Vaggie wasn’t sure how to take that. On one hand, Charlie was well within her rights to not rush into a union, especially after everything Alastor put her through. But on the other hand… would their relationship still be intact even if they never get married?

 

She felt bad for thinking that way. She couldn’t force it no matter how worried she was.

 

The queen seemed to sense her worries, and smiled, “But… that doesn’t mean what we have right now isn’t enough. I still love you, Vaggie, whether you’re my girlfriend or wife. That’s one thing that’ll never change.”

 

Okay, that calmed her nerves a little.

 

“I know, sweetie. I guess I was just worried about losing you again. I wanted to do what I could to keep that from happening. But even I know presenting a ring to you isn’t the way to handle that. I… didn’t think of that when I proposed.”

 

“Marriage isn’t the end of one’s life…” Charlie told her, “I mean, look at my parents. They were still able to do what they wanted while married for over ten thousand years. Of course, everyone’s different… so… if I ever do want to put a ring on it… I’ll let you know. But if not… well, I’m just as happy being your girlfriend. And you won’t ever have to worry about us losing one another.”

 

“I can live with that…” Vaggie leaned in for a tender kiss, which her princess was happy to reciprocate. 

 

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a present for you too.”

 

Charlie rushed back into a room for a moment, before returning, holding a purple mug with a bow tied around the handle, angel wings on either side, and written on it was, ‘Number 1 Angel’, “It looks like we both had the same idea when it came to anniversary gifts.”

 

“Oh, hon. You didn’t have to.” Vaggie smiled as she took the cup.

 

“You deserve it. After everything you’ve done for me, the hotel, and our friends. Besides, I felt bad you never had a personal cup of yours, so…” The queen giggled, “I had Emily help make this.”

 

“Looks like we had the same idea when it came to gift help, as well.”

 

“Yeah!”

 

Both girls laughed as they cuddled together. It felt good to be in each other's presence. Although Vaggie’s proposal didn’t go the way she had planned,  she was glad to have talked it out with Charlie. But… she planned to be more careful when it came to anything that might trigger her girlfriend’s trauma.

 

The last thing she wanted… was for anything… physically, mentally, or otherwise, to happen to her. 

 

She wouldn’t let it happen.

 

For now… she was going to enjoy Charlie’s accompany. And Charlie was gonna enjoy Vaggie’s. 

 

“Happy anniversary, my angel…”

 

“Happy anniversary, my princess…”

Notes:

At least that ended well. The marriage proposal ended up triggering bad memories for Charlie, but she assures Vaggie that she still loves her, married or not. And it's true you don't need to tie the knot to be happy with your significant other. If what you already have is enough, then that's fine.

For next chapter, we're gonna focus on Niffty, as she goes around town running errands, so we'll also see some familiar faces, and how they are fairing after the events of the last story. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you guys later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you! :)

Chapter 7: A Niffty Kind of Day

Summary:

Niffty goes around the city for a wellness check, and checks in with close friends of the hotel.

Notes:

Hiya, guys! I'm back! Here is the Niffty chapter! We're gonna focus on our little maid today, as she goes about errands. We'll see a certain family, and get an invite. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Today was another damned day in Hell.

 

But without the Radio Demon ruling over everything, it seemed to be less damned. The denizens in each Ring were going about their day, some having recovered from Alastor’s wrath… while others were still picking up the pieces.

 

That mainly applied to those in Pride, where the most damage was done, both physically and mentally. 

 

However, the sinners all tried to move on despite that.

 

Niffty was one of them.

 

The little maid skipped through Pentagram City, being sent on an errand by Charlie. It was nothing major, just to check on some of their friends who had aided them in the battle against Alastor. 

 

A wellness check, if you will.

 

Niffty was more than happy to do so. Anything to get away from the hotel…

 

The hotel…

 

Although she was happy to call that place home, it brought a lot of bad memories ever since Alastor had taken over. She never thought she would be so… unnerved and afraid of her master’s presence. Normally, she enjoyed his antics, finding them funny. 

 

But for some reason, seeing the way he had treated Charlie, and hurt everyone… it left Niffty shaken. 

 

What sealed it for her was seeing Alastor hurt Husk. She considered the bartender a close friend, so it hurt to watch him get beat up like that. She tried to stop the Radio Demon, to no avail. 

 

And he didn’t even care about her tears at that moment. In fact, he smacked her away to continue focusing on Husk. The only thing saving the cat from death was Angel distracting Alastor, which Niffty was grateful for. 

 

There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t have ended up dead next if it weren’t for her spider pal, especially after he convinced her to not listen to Alastor’s attempts to lure her to his side. 

 

As scatterbrained the maid might have seemed to others, she wasn’t a child, nor stupid. She could tell right from wrong, even in Hell. 

 

When the battle was over and Alastor lost, she was happy. Happy that everyone was still alive. 

 

So much so, that she became a bit overprotective over the hotel gang, especially Husk. She often followed him around, making sure his wings were feeling good. She made sure to kiss his wings every day, and bake cookies for him. Husk didn’t mind the attention, but he also didn’t care for the mushy sweetness either. 

 

If Niffty ever had a nightmare, Husk was the one she went to. Sometimes she’d wake him to ask if she could sleep with him, other times she’d sneak into his bed unannounced, and he’d wake up to find her next to him. 

 

The maid missed Pentious, but often played with his Egg Bois. They sometimes helped her with the cleaning, or they accompanied her to visit Baxter in his room.

 

Baxter…

 

Niffty sighed fondly as she thought of him. There was something about the aquatic scientist that drew her to him. He wasn’t like other bad boys. In fact… her views on bad boys changed because of Alastor. 

 

Now she preferred the ‘nice’ bad boys as opposed to the mean ones. 

 

Plus, she could tell Baxter was getting used to her presence around him. To a point where he would ask for her assistance with some of his science experiments. To his and the rest of the hotel’s surprise, she was rather good at it, not once blowing something up as one would expect. 

 

Perhaps she had an eye for science. 

 

If only she could work up the courage to ask Baxter for a day on the town. Just the two of them. But he was always busy. 

 

One day, she’d be able to do it. 

 

For now, she had some people to visit.

 

As Niffty skipped around, she took notice of all the buildings downtown. Quite a few had been restored or rebuilt following the big battle. Of course, some couldn’t be saved, but what could be saved was made to be stronger.

 

One place the maid recognized was the spa they visited many months ago. Originally called Lili’s Garden in honor of Charlie’s mother, then rebranded to Relaxing Radio when Alastor took over, and now changed back to Lili’s Garden after his defeat. In fact, every store or area themed after Lucifer and Lilith that was removed was restored. 

 

The grand reopening of the place was a swell moment. Niffty remembered how Charlie burst into tears when she cut the ribbon. Although the maid had only met Lilith a few times, she could tell the late Queen was a beloved figure in Hell.

 

And now Charlie was the beloved Queen now. 

 

Niffty continued on her way. Her first stop was to the Entertainment District. The area had changed dramatically now that two of the overlord’s running the place were dead. The surviving Vee just allowed any entertainment loving demons handle that place, while she focused on her career and new family.

 

A few new actors and singers surfaced since then, all using the district to show off their talent to all seven rings. Whether it be for TV shows, concerts, music videos, and even porn.

 

A quick walk around, and Niffty spotted various filmings going on. Everything seemed to be fine and dandy here. Not a care in the world.

 

Besides, she really wanted to head to the Industrial District. An area that Charlie specifically asked her to visit. 

 

It didn’t take her long to zoom over to the warehouse that created and sold Carmine products. Various workers were outside boxing up orders as usual. When they noticed the little cyclops, they gave greetings, knowing she was closely associated with the Queen.

 

“Hi!” Niffty waved back, before walking up to a nearby door, “Miss Carmine! It’s Niffty! Charlie sent me!”

 

A few moments later, and the door opened, allowing her to enter. Greeting her at the door was Odette, Clara, and Velvette. The former was checking off a list on a clipboard, while the latter two approached the maid.

 

“Hey, Niff. Long time no see.” Clara smiled.

 

“I know! We’ve been super busy at the hotel since we got new guests and stuff.” The maid smiled back, “But Charlie wanted me to check on everyone. To make sure you’re not hurting anymore since the big fight.”

 

At the mention of the battle, Velvette looked up from her phone and sighed, “It… it still fuckin’ hurts… I still miss those two dumbasses…”

 

Clara put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. She, of course, was talking about Vox and Valentino, who both died protecting Velvette during the battle. They stood and took the bullets (or rather, angelic spears) for her. 

 

As much as the Vees were feared and hated as a unit, and as much as they annoyed each other… they did care about one another to an extent. In fact, if it weren’t for Vox and Val, Vel wouldn’t be who she was. A fashionista and social media influencer. 

 

… Okay, she always had an eye for fashion and the internet, even when she was alive. But she wouldn’t have gotten so big down here in Hell without those two assholes. And now they were gone… she didn’t know what she’d do next. As if Alastor’s takeover didn’t already tank her businesses and forced her to take on a more mundane job at Pentagram Mall’s clothing store. 

 

That’s why she was thankful for Carmilla’s hospitality. And Odette and Clara were happy to have another sister. The two of them at first didn’t care for Velvette’s attitude, considering how ‘respectless’ she could be towards their mother, but they admired her spark and fashion sense, Clara especially.

 

“Welcome, Niffty…” 

 

A familiar clicking of metal shoes turned the girl’s attention to the nearby balcony, where the weapon’s dealer herself stood, peering down at her daughters and guest.

 

“Hiya, Miss Carmine!” Niffty greeted back, “How are ya?”

 

“Doing well…” Carmilla smiled, “And I trust that things over at the hotel are well with la reina?”

 

“La… reina?”

 

“She means the queen.” Clara clarified for her.

 

“Oh! Yeah, Charlie’s doing good. She’s still kinda sad sometimes, but she’s feeling better.”

 

The woman nodded. She was well aware of suffering that Charlie went through. Everyone was, of course, but she was one of the ones who paid close attention, especially during scheduled meetings with Alastor. Sometimes, Charlie was absent, but a few times she was present, she appeared… quiet and fearful, only speaking when spoken to.

 

Or rather… only speaking whenever Alastor gave her permission to. 

 

Carmilla wished she could’ve done more to help the poor former princess. But because of the Radio Demon’s threatening and deadly control… the most she could do was show support from a distance, and offer words of advice to Vaggie. 

 

Not to mention… keeping her own daughters out of harms way. The many times Odette and Clara had come close to death thanks to that bastard. To think that she might’ve never seen them again when they were arrested. But Charlie’s words of encouragement and Angel Dust freeing them inspired everyone, as well as Carmilla, to finally fight back.

 

And they won… but not without consequences.

 

The woman thought of Zestial… of how he protected her during the battle… and ended up dying by Alastor’s hands. It devastated her… and sent her into a burst of rage she had never felt before. 

 

She continued to fight during the battle until an unknown force overwhelmed her. All she could see was eyes… and roots. It wasn’t until the battle was over that she learned about the ‘Root of Evil’ this came from… and how Alastor got his dark magic in the first place. 

 

And now, Carmilla was prepared for when the Radio Demon returned… just like everyone else. She was all too happy to oblige when Vaggie came to her asking for more training sessions. She even took the liberty of training her daughters more.

 

Surprisingly, Velvette was a welcome addition to the Carmine family. She helped out with the business, gave good ideas, and even designed new uniforms for all the employees. As if it were her way of apologizing for her ‘respectless’ attitude before. 

 

And hearing the doll demoness call her ‘Mum’ was strange, but also welcome. 

 

“That’s good to hear…” The woman responded to Niffty’s report, “I know it’s been rough for all of us. But I’m glad that things are starting to slowly get better.”

 

“Yeah!” The maid nodded eagerly, before reaching into her dress pocket, “Which reminds me. Charlie asked me to give you personal invites to the Blood Moon Festival coming up. It’s a public event, but she wanted to make sure you knew about it.”

 

Carmilla took the small advert. The festival was a semi-new event Charlie put together as a way for demons of all kind to get together and celebrate. Sinners, hellborns, imps, hellhounds, demon royalty, didn’t matter who or what your were. You were invited. 

 

Festivals were already a thing in Hell, but the queen wanted to go big for this one. Not as big as Alastor tried to go for their anniversary, but… still big enough to include everyone.

 

“Yes, I’m aware.” Carmilla smiled, “My girls and I are planning to attend. I trust it’ll be a much better celebration than whatever ‘you know who’ tried to do.”

 

“That’s for sure, Mum.” Velvette spoke up, “And that’s not all!” The doll reached into her vest and pulled out another slip of paper, “This Friday night, there’s gonna be a badass party thrown by none other than Verosika fuckin’ Mayday!”

 

Niffty’s eye lit up, “Verosika? The pretty popstar?”

 

“Yep.” Clara nodded, “She’s one of my favorites. And she throws the best bashes. We’re all planning on going. Well, just the three of us. Mom doesn’t really care for parties.”

 

Said Mom rolled her eyes, “I just find them a waste of time. I don’t mind the occasional night out, but I know how crazy and dangerous those type of functions can be. As long as you girls are responsible and stay close…”

 

“Of course, Mother.” Odette assured, “You have nothing to fear.”

 

This interested the little maid, “I love parties too! So many bad boys! Do you think Charlie and the other guys might wanna go too?”

 

Velvette shrugged, “If they’re up for it. But I’m sure Ver would love to have a royal guest attend her shindig.” 

 

“Okay! Okay! I’ll let her know!”

 

Clara took out another slip and handed it to Niffty, “We got some extra invites. You can show this to her and see what she says.”

 

“Okie dokie! I’ll see you guys later!”

 

After bidding the Carmine’s farewell (with Carmilla sending her regards to Charlie) Niffty zoomed her way out of the Industrial District. As she made her way back to the hotel, she passed by many other people. Everyone seemed to be doing well… but she wouldn’t be surprised if they were masking their hurt… like she was.

 

I just want everyone to be happy. It’s not fun seeing others be so sad. Even from the inside. But maybe this party will cheer Charlie up more. And… maybe I can ask Baxter if he wants to go… I hope he says yes.

 

Eventually, she made it back home, and the first thing she did was go find Charlie. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to seek her out, as the former princess was in the parlor with Vaggie, going over a lesson plan for the residents.

 

“Hi, Charlie! Hi, Vaggie!” The maid greeted. 

 

“Oh, hi, Niffty. How was everything?” Charlie greeted back, looking up from her papers.

 

“It went well. Miss Carmine is doing great with her daughters. And I gave them the invite for the festival. Oh, and there’s gonna be a party hosted by Verosika Mayday on Friday, and they were wondering if you guys wanted to go.”

 

She handed Vaggie the invite, and the moth read it thoroughly.

 

You are corodually invited to have a fuckin’ good time with Verosika!

 

At the Pentagram Baseball Stadium on Friday, at 6:00 PM

 

“Verosika? Haven’t heard from her in a while.” Charlie noted.

 

“Verosika?!” Angel had just walked in and heard the conversation, “As in, one of the biggest and baddest bitches in Hell?! She’s thrown’ a party?”

Niffty nodded, “Yep!”

 

“Oh, fuck yeah! We’ve gotta go! Ver hadn’t been active much when Bambi took over. It’s good to see her back in action.”

 

Charlie bit her bottom lip, “... I dunno. I’m not sure if I have time to attend a party right now. There’s still so much to do for the hotel and the city.”

 

“C’mon, toots. You could use another break. At least for a few hours. Things are finally startin’ to go back to normal around here… as normal as it can be for Hell anyway. This is the perfect chance to wind down and have a kickass time.”

 

The queen looked down at her papers again. Now that Angel mentioned it, she had been buried in her work a lot more than she would’ve liked to admit. Even with Vaggie’s advice to take a break, she never felt like she could truly relax.

 

Could a little get together with others help her out?

 

Speaking of Vaggie, she looked to her girlfriend, “What do you think, Vags?”

 

The moth continued to look at the invite, “From what I’ve seen for Verosika’s parties, is that they are often… pretty wild. It could get a little crazy… but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to attend. But it’s your choice, hon.”

 

After a few more seconds, looking back and forth between the papers and invite, Charlie finally made her decision…

 

“... We’re going.”

 

Angel jumped up with excitement, “HELL YEAH! THANK YOU, BABE! I’m gonna go find Husky so we can go shopping for the right clothes.”

 

The spider sprinted off to search for the bartender. As for Niffty, she smiled, “Speaking of finding. I’m gonna find Baxter and see if he wants to go too.”

 

The queen and her angel smirked at seeing the faint blush on the maid’s face, “Aww… you really like him, don’t you?” Charlie giggled.

 

“Yeah… he’s a bad boy… but he’s a nice bad boy… wish me luck!”

 

With that, she zipped off, leaving the girlfriends alone in the parlor. 

 

“You think it’ll be a good idea to really go?” Vaggie asked, “Anything can happen, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 

“I think… it’ll be fine, Vaggie. I need the break to have some fun for once.” Charlie assured her, “You don’t need to be so protective all the time. I can take care of myself.”

 

“I know… but you know me. Always wanna look out for you.”

 

“I know… and that’s one of the reasons I love you… so, shall we go shopping ourselves?”

 

“We shall.”

 

And so, everyone in the hotel started to prepare for the big Mayday party. They were curious as to what may happen…

 

… If only they were aware of the theme of said party. 

Notes:

Some sweet moments, and Niffty moments. Next chapter is party time for the crew! Will they have fun? Well, it'll all depend on what they witness when they attend. Until then, I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you.

Chapter 8: I Didn't Know

Summary:

Charlie and the gang attend Verosika's party, where Charlie herself learns more about events that happened during the Radio Reign... stuff she had no idea even occurred.

Notes:

Hey! Here is another chapter of RIRR! It's time to party with Verosika. And if you've seen the latest episodes of Helluva Boss, you might know where this is going. And other stuff too with familiar faces. Enjoy!

Warning: Contains brief mentions of violence, grief, and suicide.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Before long, Friday had come, and the hotel crew were getting ready for the party. They had spent the past few days preparing, and soon the big day had arrived. 

 

Husk wasn’t too keen on going, but some persuasion from Angel convinced him to get out of the hotel for a break (that and the promise of really good booze at the party), and so he was dragged to the mall to go shopping with the spider.

 

Niffty, although very nervous, was able to ask Baxter if he wanted to tag along. Unsurprisingly, he at first refused, stating he was too busy with his experiments… however, after some consideration… he changed his mind with the excuse of using the party for ‘research’. Nevertheless, Niffty was happy.

 

Mara and Martha had plans with one another so they wouldn’t be going, while Dia and Summer were more than happy to attend, being party girls at heart.

 

As for Charlie and Vaggie…

 

“I’ll be honest. This is so exciting.” The queen stated as she laid out her outfit on the bed, “Another chance for us to relax and have fun. And this time, we don’t have to worry about any angry Radio Demon waiting for us when we get home.”

 

The moth angel nodded in agreement. During Alastor’s reign, he forbad the hotel group from leaving unless granted permission. But Angel came up with a plan to sneak Charlie out of the hotel for a day out on the town while the deer was away.

 

They all had fun… but were caught by the Radio Demon thanks to Rosie ratting them out. 

 

Speaking of, there was still no sign of the cannibette anywhere. They were still searching. Or rather, Vaggie was still searching, even after Charlie told her to let it go. Rosie was no longer a threat in her eyes, but her girlfriend insisted that if she ever got back into Cannibal Town, she would be. 

 

But tonight wasn’t a night to focus on that. Now was a time to party.

 

Honestly, Vaggie was surprised her love was able to even mention Alastor without getting extremely upset. Perhaps she was starting to overcome everything now…

 

After getting dressed, the girls ventured downstairs to meet with everyone else. Charlie wore a dark blue tank top with star patterns, jean shorts, matching tiara, sneakers… and the charm bracelet Alastor gave her for their wedding anniversary…

 

… To this day she had no idea as to why she still kept the jewelry after everything. Maybe it was because it was the only genuine thing she felt grateful for when it came to him. Besides, she tried not to think about associating the bracelet with him most of the time. 

 

Vaggie wore a magenta colored dress with a short frilly skirt with moths and butterflies printed on the fabric. Her red bow was tied like a headband in her hair, which was slightly curled more. She also wore a necklace with angel wings on a purple gem. 

 

Angel, of course, went for a more rauchy style with a crop top, miniskirt, tights, and dark mascara. Husk opted for a different hat resembling a fedora, as he didn’t consider himself the most fashionable feline.

 

Niffty put on an ocean blue dress to try and match with Baxter, who was wearing his usual labcoat. Dia and Summer put on matching gowns as if they were going to the most adult prom ever. 

 

All in all, everyone was quite ready to go.

 

“Hey, looking good.” Angel grinned as the queen and her angel made it to the parlor.

 

“Thanks.” Charlie blushed a bit, “I didn’t wanna go too big, so I went for something simple. I know it doesn’t look very queenly…”

 

“You still look amazing, babe.” Vaggie told her with a smile. 

 

“Thanks… so do you.”

 

The spider watched the girls closely, before leaning to whisper to Husk, “I won’t be surprised if they end the night bangin’...”

 

Soon, the royal limo was ready, and everyone was soon off to downtown. Razzle and Dazzle were left in charge of looking after the hotel while they were gone, and that included keeping an eye on Keekee, Fat Nuggets, and the Egg Bois. 

“Ooh! Are you excited, Baxter?” Niffty asked her crush, clinging to his arm as he read a science book.

 

“Supposedly…” The scientist murmured, “I’m intrigued to learn how one conducts themselves during a function.”

 

“We can think of it as a bonding activity.” Charlie added, “But we can also just relax and have a good time. Mingle with other people, and get to know one another.”

 

“Plus, get to see Verosika, the baddest bitch of them all!” Angel added with excitement, “I hope she performs some of her best hits.”

 

“I hope the drinks are as good as you say.” Husk said, holding onto a bottle he picked up before they left.

 

Vaggie smoothed out her skirt, not really engaging with the others. It had been a minute since she had been to a party. She hoped she wouldn’t make a fool of herself. Not that she didn’t know how to have fun… but she wanted to be careful.

 

She knew how parties went down here in Hell. They could get wild, and someone could get hurt or killed. The angel wanted to make sure Charlie stayed safe, no matter what…

 

It didn’t take long, but they eventually arrived at the baseball stadium where Verosika’s party was being held. Already they could see plenty of people standing outside the gates and stairs, and loud music could be heard from outside. 

 

“Looks like the party’s started!” Angel grinned as everyone climbed out of the limo. One of the first things they noticed was a group of succubi and incubi throwing things in a pile on the ground… before lighting it on fire, cheering.

 

“Yeah! Fuck that red bitch!” One of them cackled. 

 

“Is that a thing that happens at Verosika’s parties?” Charlie asked, a little disturbed by the act. 

 

The spider demon shrugged, “Sometimes. I know she used to throw parties up top for all the people screwed over by her ex, herself included. Maybe they’re talkin’ ‘bout him.”

 

“Is that what this party is about? Hating on her ex?” Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

 

“Doubt it. If that were the case, we probably wouldn’t be invited, as none of us ever fucked her ex… at least I don’t think I’ve fucked him.”

 

Husk rolled his eyes, “Of course you wouldn’t remember. You’ve probably fucked most of the Pride Ring by now.”

 

That earned him a smug and proud smile from Angel.

 

“Hey! It’s the queen!” One hellhound pointed out, as everyone outside turned to see Charlie. They began greeting and praising her, much to her surprise. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight unless she was being ridiculed.

 

But it seemed that standing up against Alastor earned her a lot of respect throughout Hell. 

 

Well… nothing else to do but address her people. 

 

“Oh! Hi! Hello. Nice to meet you. I’m glad to be here.” She greeted as she and her friends walked to the gates, “I hope you’re having fun.”

 

“We sure are, your highness!” A succubus grinned, “And we know you will too with the various activities and stuff to do.”

 

The mention of activities made Charlie more curious and kind of excited. She loved party games. The queen thought fondly of the games she and her parents would play for her birthday parties. So she looked forward to whatever this party had to offer. She was ready!

 

… She was not ready…

 

The moment Charlie stepped into the main concession area of the stadium… the first thing she noticed… was a ten foot tall statue… of Alastor. At the foot of the statue was various party guests either punching, kicking, or even urinating on it. 

 

To the left of that activity was another group throwing darts at a picture of Alastor on the wall. Another group was setting a bootleg looking doll of the Radio Demon on fire on the poll. To the right a little ways down the hall… several demons were beating an Alastor themed pinata with spiky baseball bats. 

 

The others had followed in after Charlie, and were too shocked at what they were seeing. What sealed it was the banner hung high above everyone.

 

'FUCK ALASTOR!'

 

… Now they realized just what kind of party this was. This was a party hating on a red bitch alright… just not the one the hotel crew was expecting. 

 

And now they realized that the items guests were burning outside were most likely Alastor dolls made just for this event. 

 

“Well, damn…” Angel commented, “Never thought I’d see Smiles’ face again… at least not like this…” 

 

Neither did Charlie, whose hands were trembling slightly at the sight of seeing Alastor in so many places at once. Something about all of this… didn’t feel right to her… and she wasn’t sure why…

 

Vaggie sensed her girlfriend’s worry, and grabbed one of her hands, “Sweetie… if you want us to leave-”

 

“No! It’s fine! It’s fine! We just got here, and it would be rude if we left aleady.” The demoness assured, “Besides, it’s not like he’s actually here. So it’s okay.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Sure, I’m sure. It’ll be fine…”

 

Niffty grabbed Baxter’s hand and dragged him off to a random area, “Let’s go talk to other bad boys, Baxie!” She giggled.

 

The aquatic demon blushed a bit at the nickname the maid gave him, but he made no comment of it, “Of course, Niffty. I inquire to know more about our fellow sinners and hellborn.”

 

Angel and Husk exchanged looks before the former spoke, “Ya know… I might put my money on those two fucking before the night is over.”

 

“As if fish boy would have the guts.” The latter replied.

 

“Believe me. I bet Niff can make that light on his head really glow… but, in the meantime, some of this shit does look fun…”

 

Angel eyed the pinata beating, “Hey! I wanna take a swing at Bambi!” He called as he walked over to the activity.

 

“Get in line, kid! Let me take a hit.” Husk followed after him, actually looking excited for once.

 

Dia and Summer had stayed back to mingle with some other girls, leaving Charlie and Vaggie by themselves, the two just standing to observe the scenes in front of them. Safe to say that neither of them expected this when it came to this party. 

 

“This is really weird…” Vaggie commented, “But… I do appreciate everyone beating that shitlord’s face in… even if it’s just dolls or pictures of him.”

 

Charlie didn’t respond to that… she didn’t know how…

 

“Hey! If it isn’t the Queen of Hell!”

 

Approaching the girls was none other than the host of the party herself, Verosika Mayday. The succubus popstar was wearing one of her best outfits that had many drooling over her. A bottle was in one hand, while her phone in another.

 

“Oh, Charlie!” She smiled, giving the former princess a kiss on the cheek (which Vaggie frowned heavily at), “How’re ya doing, baby? You holding up alright?”

 

“I’m… doing well, Ver.” Charlie greeted back, “It’s been… tough, but I’m still pushing forward.”

 

“I’m glad you could make it! I was hoping you would! This is the perfect party. To celebrate how we overcame and took down the Radio Demon!”

 

Celebration?

 

It sure didn’t feel like one.

 

Verosika began to lead the girls over to a nearby table, “Bet you’re both hungry. Want some cake?”

 

That made Charlie perk up, “Cake? Ooh, I love caaaa…”

 

She trailed off when she saw the cake in question. It was created to look exactly like Alastor. Only differences were the X’s in place of his eyes, and the many makeshift arrows and spears sticking out of his… cakey body. 

 

Needless to say, it was off putting to the queen.

 

“Would you like to be the first to slice?” The succubus asked, “I’d say the neck, the chest, or the dick are perfect spots.”

 

How about none of the above? Charlie thought, before shaking her head, “Um, I don’t wanna mess it up. Not used to cutting cakes, ya know.”

 

Vaggie then took a knife, “I’ll do it, hon. This will probably be the closest I’ll get to truly stabbing him!”

With a gleefully sadistic look on her face, the moth angel began stabbing the cake, actually starting at the mouth, “Yes! Wipe that shit-eating grin right off his fucking face!” She cackled. 

 

Charlie backed away a few steps, completely unnerved by her girlfriend’s actions. Sure, Vaggie could get a bit violent sometimes (she carried around a spear after all), but this, even for something as simple as cutting a cake… it felt… disturbing. 

 

“I… I think I’m gonna walk around. Get to know some other people here.” She suggested.

 

“That’s fine, babe. Just call if you need me.” Vaggie smiled at her.

 

“Enjoy the party, Charls’!" Verosika added, “You are among others who were fucked over by that deer dicked asshole! FUCK ALASTOR IN THE FUCKING ASS!”

Everyone around her cheered and echoed her sentiments, Vaggie included. Charlie took that as her cue to go ahead and leave…

 

I think I need a drink…

 

As she walked around, she saw plenty of people chatting and dancing. Many sinners and hellborn alike. It was as if everyone from every ring were here. It honestly made her smile a bit at seeing her people interact…

 

… Even if the main event for this party was… odd, to say the least. 

 

Charlie came across a group of girls hanging by a concession stand, “Hi! You guys having fun?”

 

The girls looked over and smiled, “It’s so awesome here, Your Highness!” One of them, a sinner, said cheerfully, “I’m Tana, and these are my friends, Penny, and Lotus.” 

 

“Yeah, this is just what we needed. To give a million middle finger to that radio jackass!” Lotus, who was a succubus, added.

 

“Make that a bajillion!” The imp girl, Penny, chugged a drink, “And I know you probably wanna fuck up that bastard again.”

 

Out of nowhere, an Alastor doll was tossed to Charlie, who caught in in surprise. She stared at it or a moment. Looking at the smiling face… it was almost like staring at the real man himself. It felt… mocking.

 

As if the doll itself was telling her to destroy it. 

 

“C’mon, Your Majesty. You know ya wanna.” Lotus giggled.

 

“Yeah! Make that bastard pay for what he did to my brother!” Penny added almost hysterically.

 

… That sentence made Charlie look up, “Your… brother?” She asked.

 

The impette recoiled a bit, looking away, “I… lost my brother during the Radio Demon’s control… he… I’m not sure what happened… but Alastor accused him of not respecting you… and he…”

 

She was close to bursting into tears, as Lotus and Tana embraced her. But all Charlie could think about… she knew what Penny was talking about.

 

During the Radio Reign, Charlie remembered listening to a broadcast where Alastor tortured and eventually killed someone for not bowing to her on the streets… and then he served that unfortunate soul for dinner…

 

… Which she ate.

 

Bile began to rise from her throat, as she dropped the doll and backed away, “I’m… sorry. I gotta go to the bathroom.”

 

And off she sprinted to find the nearest restroom, to both empty her stomach and the horrified knowledge that she had a sweet impette’s brother for dinner. Back then, she hadn’t recognized the meat Alastor used that day… but she never imagined it could have been an imp. And she had inadvertently got him killed. 

 

The imps and hellhounds were probably more disrespected in Hell more than she had been, and she had wanted to do better in helping them out, as they were her people too. And she should’ve guessed that Alastor would target them like he did other sinners. Charlie thought back to all the poor hellhounds who were slaughtered during Vaggie’s rebellion. 

 

And it made sense that the loved ones of these victims would be devastated. 

 

I’m so sorry, Penny… She thought miserably. I’m a fucking monster… 

 

After spending a few moments contemplating her decisions, Charlie left the bathroom and tried to continue enjoying the party, although it was gonna be hard with the knowledge of Penny’s brother’s fate. 

 

If that had happened… what else happened during Alastor’s rule?

 

Before she could ponder any further, she ended up bumping into someone, nearly knocking them both to the ground.

 

“Fuck! Watch where ya going ya bitch- oh shit, it’s the queen.” The other person quickly bowed, and Charlie could see that it was another imp. 

 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She sheepishly apologized, “I… hey, I recogize you. You’re one of Stolas’ friends, right?”

 

The imp scoffed, “That’s a way of putting it. Name’s Blitzo, the ‘O’ is silent. And since you’re here, I just wanna say that you did Hell a huge fucking favor getting that deer dicked radio bastard off the throne. We owe a lot to ya. I have a business killing people in the living world for sinner clients down here, but since you’re such an awesome bitch, I’ll be more than happy to extend my service to you.”

 

Charlie immediately felt uncomfortable again as Blitzo continued to talk, “If you ever have some motherfucker who needs to die, either up top or down, just give us call to the Immediate Murder Professionals.”

 

He reached into his pocket to pull out a business card, handing it to the queen, “Um… thanks, Blitzo… but I don’t think I’ll be needing your service. I feel quite fine not having anyone killed right now… or ever.”

 

“Think of it as a royal offer. Just keep the card just in case.” 

 

“OH, BLITZY-KUN!”

 

A cheerful voice from a distance made the imp pale in horror, “Oh, fuck. Sorry, Queenie. Gotta go. Think about my offer, though!”

 

With that, he sped off, muttering to himself, “Where are M&M when you need ‘em. They can’t be far with Millie’s fat stomach weighing her down…”

 

A few seconds later, Charlie spotted what looked like a winged cat girl chasing after Blitzo, “Wait for me, my love! Let us be together FOREVER!”

“O… kay…” The former princess walked away, not knowing what to think.

 

She continued to make her way around the stadium. She saw a few familiar faces hanging out and having fun. Odette and Clara were both dancing to the music, while Velvette was nearby livestreaming. 

 

What appeared to be Helsa was also at the party, seemingly drunk out of her mind. Charlie thought about talking to her (they hadn’t spoken much since the Six Month Ball incident), but decided it would be best to wait until she’s sober again. 

 

So she made her way back to the center of the area, where she saw Angel and Husk both beating on another Alastor pinata. A look at a nearby opened door and Charlie could see that there were plenty of pinatas in the closet, waiting to be bashed. 

 

She flinched as she noticed her friends cease the beatings, before Angel whipped out a gun to empty bullets into the pinatas, while Husk sliced at the neck with his playing cards. 

 

Good god. Everyone here was doing way more damage to Alastor than Charlie ever did, and they’re just doing it to inanimate objects rather than the real deal. 

 

“Hey, bitches! Let’s give it up for the guest of honor tonight!” Verosika called from a stage, “The heroine of Hell! The baddest bitch of them all! The reason we’re throwing this party! Queen Charlie Morningstar!”

 

A red spotlight turned on to shine directly on Charlie, who nervously waved as everyone around her cheered.

 

“Come on up here, Charlie! Let everyone see our goddess!” The popstar gestured, as two hellhounds began to lead the queen up to the stage.

 

“Oh, I really don’t. Wait, I…” Despite her attempts at refusing, she found herself standing before many of her people. 

 

One of the first people she saw was Vaggie, who smiled and waved. Charlie blew a loving kiss in her direction.

 

“This girl saved us all four months ago!” Verosika spoke into a microphone, “If it weren’t for her, we would still be suffering under the Radio Demon! She inspired us to fight, and in the end, she fucked that bastard!”

 

The crowd began hooting and whooping again.

 

… I hope you meant ‘fucked him up ’. Charlie thought, thinking of a similar slip up her father made when confronting Adam. 

 

“So, we have a special gift for our Queen, to honor her bravery. Some of the best artists in Hell worked day and night to finish this!”

 

That’s when Charlie noticed something covered up on the stage. Verosika pulled the blanket off… revealing a life sized painted portrait… of her. The background was of the hotel, with some destruction. The queen herself was looking fierce with her battle dress, her pitchfork at her side… and Alastor’s severed head in one hand.

 

All in all… it was a beautiful painting… but too gruesome in her opinion… and rather false as well…

 

“Oh… it’s…” Charlie didn’t know how to respond without sounding ungrateful. 

 

“Now, Charlie. Tell us all about how you defeated Alastor; the radio fucking, cocksucking, life ruining, motherfucker!” Verosika grinned. 

 

She handed her mic to the girl, who stood stiffly for a moment before the awaiting crowd, “Oh, well…I definitely sent him packing. I showed him just what the Princess of Hell can do. But I can’t take all the credit… I mean, you all helped defeat Alastor too. You all came together to defend against his forces. Despite your differences, you united as one. And for that, I’m so proud of you. You all are much of heroes as I am.”

 

“But you inspired us!” One person in the crowd spoke, “And dealt the final blow!”

 

“Yeah! If it weren’t for you, we would’ve never had to courage to fight!” Another added. 

 

“You’re a hero!”

 

“We owe our lives to you!”

 

“You avenged us!”

 

“We love you, Charlie!”

 

“CHARLIE! CHARLIE! CHARLIE!”

 

The more everyone continued to chant, the more uncomfortable Charlie was getting. She wasn’t used to this much attention, and the party theme was starting to feel even more… uneasy to her. 

 

Although she was happy for her people… it was a lot… 

 

The party continued on, and soon Charlie found herself standing on a balcony, a cup of fruit punch in one hand. The demon royal looked up at the night sky. She needed a break from all the ‘Alastor merchandise massacres’ going on inside.

 

That… and she needed some peace to think about everything. How her people saw her as this martyr who saved them from the monster torturing them. How she was their ‘hero’... she should feel flattered… but instead she felt unworthy of such a title. 

 

“Charlie?”

Vaggie had noticed her girlfriend had disappeared, and when to look for her. The angel sighed in relief upon finding her, and walked up to join her on the balcony. Charlie turned to smile, “Hey…”

 

“You doing okay?”

 

“Fine… just needed to breathe a little.”

 

“I get it. I know it was probably a bit stressful seeing Alastor everywhere. At least it was dolls and pictures instead of actually him. That would’ve sucked. Want some cake? Saved you a slice.”

 

Vaggie held up a plate with said cake, the same cake she had stabbed earlier. The slice in question? Alastor’s head. 

 

Seeing that reminded Charlie of the painting Verosika commissioned. To which she moaned in misery, “Ugh! I can’t do this! I just can’t!”

 

She turned away, hugging herself and trembling. The moth cringed a bit, set the plate down on a nearby table, and put a hand on her princess’ shoulder, “Honey… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have picked that slice. I know just seeing him in any form upsets you, and I forgot. If you’re ready to leave, we can-”

 

“It’s not you. You didn’t offend me…” The queen sighed, “It’s… just all of this! This whole fucking party! Just… the idea of throwing a party just to hate on one person… it… it just doesn’t feel right. I know Alastor hurt a lot of people… but seeing everyone destroy stuff with his face on it… I already defeated him! Isn’t that enough?! Why do this?! Isn’t it like beating a dead horse?!”

 

“Mmmm…” Vaggie hummed a bit.

 

“And then there’s everyone treating me like a ‘hero’!”

 

“Well, to them, you are.”

 

“But I’m not the only one! We all helped defeat Alastor! Why are they acting like I’m the only savior?!”

 

“It’s like they said… you inspired them to fight…” Vaggie turned Charlie to face her, “Yes, we all pitched in… but it was you who helped us gain the courage to even choose to fight back.”

 

“Vaggie… I would’ve never even tried to fight back if it weren't for you… you’re the one who was been protesting against Alastor the whole time. You led a rebellion.”

 

The angel looked down, “One that almost got me killed…”

 

“But you still led it first. And that, plus seeing the spirits of my parents, helped me gain the confidence to stand up to Alastor. So really… you should be getting all the credit, not me. You’re more of a hero than I ever will be… I’m a fraud…”

 

“Charlie…”

 

“I am! How can I be a hero for my people if some of my people suffered in certain ways thanks to Al and I never knew about it?! I just met an imp who’s brother was killed by Alastor… and then he cooked him for dinner… and I ate it! I ate someone’s brother!”

 

She started to gag at the thought, while Vaggie continued to comfort her, sadly not too shocked by that revelation. She knew that Alastor had forced his cannibal habits onto Charlie, so she believed that he would have her eat the flesh of a demon.

 

“If I did that, who knows what other loved ones of my people I’ve eaten! I never considered that! Who else has suffered?! Who else could’ve been saved?!”

 

“Sweetie… just because you didn’t know doesn’t mean it’s your fault they suffered.” Her girlfriend said soothingly, “A lot of people were hurt by Alastor, like you said. And that’s the thing. He’s to blame. You aren’t.”

 

“I… I just feel like I could’ve done more… to help them. It feels like even after I won the challenge against him… I didn’t really win!”

 

Charlie gestured to back inside of the party, where some sinners were ripping apart more Alastor dolls. One was even blown up with a grenade.

 

“See?! This is what I meant when I said I wanted to move on and forget about everything Alastor did! And I wanna help my people move on too! But how can I when I failed them the first time, and they do shit like this?! How does this help anything?!”

 

Before Vaggie could answer, someone else did it or her. 

 

“It helps them cope…”

 

Both girls then saw Verosika stepping out of the shadows. She had a sympathetic look on her face as she made eye contact with Charlie.

 

“Oh, Ver… how much did you hear?” The queen asked, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your party. I know you have good intentions. I just think… this is all extreme. Like it’s only purpose is to hate on Alastor.”

 

“No, it’s fine, baby… I get it.” The succubus joined them at the balcony, lighting a cigarette, “From a distance… this might seem petty and an excuse to rip on a guy… but the main reason I threw this party… was to help people vent their frustrations, grief, anger, and sorrow…”

 

She then looked down at some partygoers engaging in outdoor activities, “You’re right, Charlie… so many people were fucked over by the Radio Demon… they lost their homes… their jobs… loved ones… and some people who couldn’t take it anymore and just… ended it all…”

 

Charlie winced, remembering her own attempt to take her life.

 

Vaggie noticed a group of boys who were taking turns beating a punching bag with Alastor’s face on it. One who stepped up next started to really give it literal hell.

 

“This is for my Ma, you fucked up furry!” He shouted, delivering a mighty punch to the bag.

 

Another thing she spotted was three girls, with two of them, a sinner and succubus, comforting a sobbing imp. Charlie noticed them too, “That’s Penny… she’s the one who’s brother…”

 

“Got destroyed and eaten? Yeah, I know her.” Verosika mentioned, “Lotus, that succubus is a fan of mine, so she invited Penny to come with her and Tana tonight. To get her out of the house and be with friends.”

 

“I see… so it’s not just people who got hurt… but their friends who are trying to be there for them.”

 

“Yep. It’s rare to see people down here care so much… I guess they rubbed off of you… I’d say the hellhounds and imps needed this the most. A lot of pups got displaced… and a lot of imps… were just slaughtered for no reason…”

 

The popstar gestured to a lower balcony, where three imps and a hellhound were sitting. Charlie recognized one of them as Blitzo, whom she spoke to earlier. The other two imps were cuddling, the girl rubbing her swollen belly. The hellhound was on her phone.

 

“That’s my ex, Blitzo. His daughter, Loona, and pals Moxxie and Millie.” Verosika spoke.

 

“Moxxie… Millie… I think I know them from somewhere.” Vaggie mused.

 

“Yeah… their little killing business kinda got screwed when their crystal got taken. They’re just getting back in the groove. Especially after the massacre in Wrath.”

 

Charlie’s eyes widened, “Massacre… in Wrath?”

 

The succubus nodded, “Yeah. You didn’t know? Alastor and some of his cannibal freaks attacked many areas and just… killed everything in their path. No motive or anything, he just wanted to cause mayhem and destruction… he especially targeted ranches and farms… where poor Millie has family…”

 

Looking down again, Charlie saw Millie starting to tear up, as her husband embraced her. Immediately, her heart went out to her, especially seeing as how she was expecting… and she couldn’t have felt any worse than she already did…

 

How did she not know about any of this?!

 

“Only her mom, sister, and one of her brothers survived the carnage…” Verosika continued, eyes staring sympathetically, “I know it’s probably not my story to tell… but I’ve grown close to those guys…”

 

“Oh god… I can’t believe it… Alastor… just did that… and I didn’t know?!” The queen exclaimed, “How?!”

 

“I don't think of us at the hotel knew. I wouldn’t be surprised if he deliberately kept it hidden from you…” Vaggie frowned, “As a way to keep you under his control. Him becoming King gave him the belief that he could do anything he wanted without consequence… but in the end, we showed him.”

 

Yeah… we showed him… showed him way too late… 

 

“Ver… did you get hurt too?” Charlie hesitantly asked.

 

Verosika sighed, “Yeah… I was throwing a concert one day… but then got a complaint about too much noise. We didn’t want to stop, so that asshole send his goons to destroy our set… and I lost some of my close buddies… I barely escaped with a few survivors… and I ended up hiding for a while… Blitzo was one of the few to help me get back on my feet surprisingly… even when he has his thing with Stolas… it’s like he’s redeemed himself in my eyes…”

 

The more she heard, the more guilty and ashamed the former princess felt. 

 

What else has happened… who else’s lives has Alastor ruined…?

 

“So… that’s why I threw this party… so everyone who was effected can wind down. I know it’s probably not the most healthy way to deal with it… but if I can help people release their stress, try to move on, and heal… well… I must be doing something right…”

 

“I think I understand…” Charlie said, “I still think this is weird… but I know you have good intentions…”

 

Your intentions seem to be doing more good than mine ever have…

 

“That being said, I’m sorry if this bothered you.” Verosika put a hand on her shoulder, “I know out of everyone… the Radio Demon hurt you the most… I shouldn’t have expected you to come knowing it’s such a sore topic.”

 

“No, no… it’s fine… I just would rather move on like you’re trying to help people do… you’re a good person, Ver.”

 

“And so are you, hon.” Vaggie smiled at her girlfriend, “You’ve done so much good. Don’t blame yourself for the atrocities Alastor committed right under your nose. We can’t change what happened… but we can continue to move forward to hopefully make things better…”

 

Make things better… that’s exactly what I need to do before I end up making things worse… otherwise what kind of Queen am I?

 

Taking a deep breath, Charlie nodded, “Right… we can make a difference for Hell… I know we can… my people deserve the best.”

 

“Yep. Plus, stabbing that cake sure did help blow off some steam. I don’t think coming here was so bad… look at Niffty…”

 

The moth pointed to the maid, who was staring lovingly at Baxter as he interacted with others, writing in a notepad, “Even those who weren’t as hurt probably needed this too…” She added, “Niff’s been a bit skittish, a bit more quiet too…” 

 

“Maybe…” The queen agreed, looking over to the slice of cake. She took hold of it and grabbed the fork, “I guess if I pretend this isn’t Al’s head…” Taking a bite out of it, she hummed at the taste, “It’s not so bad… is this red velvet.”

 

Verosika nodded, “Yeah… thought it was appropriate for the event.”

 

At least for the red theme, it is…

 

The girls continued to chat with one another. Charlie felt a bit more at ease about the party, now knowing the true purpose of it. But it also made her feel worse for her people. She knew they had suffered like she did, but she didn’t know the full extent of it.

 

So now… she wanted to focus on what she could do to help them out more. 

 

After all… a Queen looks out for her people. 

 

While the party went on… a hooded figure was observing from a distance…

“Enjoy the party while you can, fools…” They chuckled from a distance, “Because with what I have planned… I’ll be the one celebrating…”

Notes:

And there it is. Alastor had done a LOT more harm during his rule, and poor Charlie was none the wiser. She's gonna definitely do all she can for her people. More than ever. We'll see more of Ver later in the story, as well as I.M.P. Speaking of them, I'm also writing a oneshot focusing on what happened to them during Radio Reign, including more details about their business and what happened to Millie's family. Be on the lookout for that one.

Next chapter, we're gonna be in Heaven, focusing on Cherri and Sir Pentious. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you!

Chapter 9: Welcome to Heaven

Summary:

Cherri and Pentious are still getting used to being winners... Cherri is having a bit more trouble, though.

Notes:

Time to venture into Heaven to check up on our favorite cyclops and snake. How are they fairing? This will focus more on Cherri's thoughts than Pentious', as she's going through a little more. We'll get some Cherrisnake, and we'll get a bit of EmiLute as well. Enjoy!

Warning: Contains a bit of a panic attack.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

“Ooh! What about this one Cherri? This one looks so pretty.”

 

Things in Heaven were about the same as always. Albiet with new arrivals to the golden gates every day. And that included arrivals from Hell only a few months ago.

 

After perishing in the battle against the Radio Demon, Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious surprisingly found themselves respawning in Heaven, having redeemed themselves. To this day, them, nor the seraphim or other elders of Heaven knew how this happened.

 

Was it a result of Queen Charlie’s hotel? 

 

Was it some other form of magic or power?

 

Nobody knew. 

 

Speaking of seraphim, Emily had taken Cherri to one of the many bridal shops in the city. To help prepare her for the eventual union between her and Pentious, who had proposed to the girl right before Alastor killed them.

 

Right now, the two of them hadn’t settled on an actual date for the wedding, for they were still getting settled into Heaven. That, and the residents of the realm were still getting used to their presence overall. Sera had slowly and carefully announced the news that two demons from Hell had ascended.

 

The reaction was… mixed, to say the least.

 

Some of Heaven were accepting of the idea of redemption for sinners, others were skeptical, worried of any potential trouble this could cause. Some were indifferent or undecided on how to feel.

 

Either way, the couple were here to stay, no matter what people thought about it.

 

And Cherri could care less about their opinions. 

 

“Uh… I dunno… that one feels… too frimpy for me.” The cyclops stared at the dress Emily was holding up for her. 

 

The gown was lovely, with ruffles and frills. But it looked like a lot going on for Cherri, who preferred something a bit more… light.

 

The young seraph put the dress back and picked out another, “How about this? It’d very cute.”

 

This gown had a bit of a shorter skirt, shorter sleeves and lacy designs. It looked a little better than the last one. Emily smiled, “I think if little cherries were sown into the fabric, it would fit your style and motif very well.”

 

The strawberry blonde nodded, “I suppose…”

 

“Is… is something wrong? I can find a new dress if this one-”

 

“It’s not the dress, Em. It’s just… I know it’s been a few months but… this whole Heaven thing… is still weird to me, ya know.”

 

Between her and Pentious, Cherri felt the most out of place in her new home. Ever since dying and ending up in Hell, she always thought that’s where she would stay. And she was okay with that. The girl could blow stuff up and start turf wars all she wanted.

 

She never imagined dying a second time and ending up in Heaven of all places. Hell, she wasn’t even a guest at Charlie’s hotel, and yet she somehow got redeemed long with her snake lover. 

 

In Heaven… things were different for Cherri. The main thing being that her bombs, instead of creating spectacular explosions and damage when set off… they set off cherry scented clouds that smelled wonderful and were even edible, like cotton candy.

 

Her name might as well be Candy Bomb, it felt so tacky.

 

But… that’s how things were now. She was a winner now, and she had to somehow adjust. Pentious seemed to be taking things very well. He got used to the heavenly realm a lot quicker than she had. In fact, he got along well with the other winners and Heavenborn, even creating inventions for the newly reformed Exorcist army now that the Exterminations were suspended indefinitely.

 

Whereas her firecracker and crash personality clashed with others, making her a turn off for them.

 

Emily put the dress back on the rack and put a hand on her new friends shoulder, “I know it’s still a lot to take in… I’m doing my best to help you feel welcome. People are still getting used to the idea of sinner redemption.”

 

“More like people are keepin’ their distance in case a sinner tries to fuckin’ kill ‘em.” Cherri grumbled, “My fuckin’ bombs aren’t even dangerous anymore, yet some of those assholes still think I’m a threat. I couldn’t be any less of a monster.”

 

“You’re not a monster. You being here proves that a soul can change for the better. And your outgoing nature is good. A bit crude, but there’s nothing wrong with a little sass every now and then.”

 

This chick is so much like Charlie. And they’re not related?

 

Emily pulled Cherri up from her chair, “C’mon. We can continue dress shopping another time. Why don’t we head back to your apartment?”

 

“... That’s fine.”

 

With that, the two girls left and ventured down the streets of the city. They were greeted by many other residents. A lot of the winners were quite friendly, as expected, and Cherri even got acquainted with one who happened to be Angel’s sister, Molly. When they first met, the spider wanted to know all about how her brothers and father were doing down in Hell. 

 

And seeing here honestly made the former sinner miss her best friend. They had stuck together through thick and thin. Even if Cherri wasn’t always the best influence on Angel, they remained close in spite of that.

 

Now… they could hardly talk to one another. And that was another thing she hated about her new afterlife. Even with Heaven and Hell having slightly better relations, they still limited interactions as much as possible to avoid any wars or uprisings, especially now after the whole fiasco with Alastor.

 

That red deer dickhead… he really fucked things up.

 

When the Radio Demon first took over Hell, Cherri was one of the many to not approve of the changes that came with it. She had to reduce her bomb activities severely to avoid getting in trouble after she blew up a store owned by that cannibal bitch, Rosie. The cyclops was lucky she only received a warning. 

 

Not only that, but the rules of the hotel prevented her from seeing her bestie and her Pentious. Which is why she was thrilled when Charlie invited her over one day. 

 

She tried to still have fun then, but questioning Alastor’s authority and acquisition of his dark magic got her kicked out. That, and her clear disdain for him didn’t help. 

 

Cherri wanted nothing more than him to go away. How could she say no when Vaggie came to her offering to join a rebellion against him?

 

Sure, it didn’t go so smoothingly at first, as she got arrested, and later… brutally killed along with her fiance’... but in the end… they still managed to defeat him. So it was worth it… right?

 

Nevermind that she was floating in a black void for an agonizingly amount of time before respawning in Heaven. 

 

Nevermind that she was alone with only her thoughts, and nightmares of Alastor eating her again. Or nightmares of watching Pentious die right in front of her.

 

Nevermind that thought she’d never see her friends again. 

 

Nevermind that she now couldn’t stand the feeling of being in the dark!

 

Because now she was safe! All of that didn’t matter now! It sure didn’t!

 

Cherri was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she and Emily had made it back to her apartment until they reached the front steps. It was a nice little space. Not too big, but not too small for her and her fiance’.

 

Speaking of, when the girls entered the room, the first thing they noticed was the snake tinkering away on a new invention. And he wasn’t alone.

 

“Lute! Hi, sweet one!” Emily beamed, fluttering over to embrace the commander, spinning her around and planting a kiss on the lips.

 

This made Lute blush, but she smiled warmly, “Good to see you as always, Em. How are things?”

 

“Pretty good. Cherri and I went…” The seraph leaned in to whisper, “Wedding gown browsing…”

 

Sir Pentious looked up from his contraption to grin at his darling, “Love! Welcome home! You’re just in time. The Commander and I are working on a new weapon for the Exorcists.”

 

Cherri nodded, while Emily was intrigued, “Oooh! What does it do?”

 

“It’s to help with their training.” Lute explained, “The machine will shoot out targets that the girls will hit.”

 

“Nice…” The cyclops sat down in a nearby chair.

 

“Would you like to see a demonstration?” Pentious asked.

 

“Sure…”

 

Everyone took a few steps back. Lute got into position to shoot at the target. The inventor held up a remote and aimed it at the machine, “Ready, Commander?”

 

Once he got a nod of approval, he pressed the button. The contraption shook and shivered a bunch… before it shot out a metal disk. But instead of flying at Lute for her to slice with her sword, it instead went haywire, shooting off various walls.

 

“Oh shit! Take cover!” Pentious exclaimed, prompting everyone to hit the floor.

 

It wasn’t until the disk hit the nearest lightbulb that it stopped, shattering it and engulfing the room into total darkness….

 

… And as soon as her vision was completely dark… Cherri screamed. 

 

And screamed…

 

… And screamed.

 

“Cherri! Darling, it’s alright!!” Her fiance quickly slithered over, scooping her up in his arms, “I’m so sorry! Shhh… shhh…”

 

Emily held out her arms, and a glowing orb formed, illuminating the room. She fluttered to the broken lightbulb and pushed the orb onto it. It was instantly fixed, and light was restored to the room.

 

By then, Cherri was starting to calm down, thick tears streaming down her face. Pentious stroked her hair lovingly, “See? It’s alright, my dear. The darkness cannot hurt you… I won’t allow it…”

 

Lute withdrew her sword before approaching her seraph girlfriend, “Mind telling me what that was about?” She whispered.

 

Emily frowned a bit, “I think trauma from… you know. I think we better give them some privacy…”

 

She addressed the couple, “Hey, Lute and I are gonna go see if Sera needs help. Will she be okay, Pent?”

 

“No worries, Emily dear. I’ve got her.” The snake reassured. 

 

With a smile, she took the commanders hand, “Okie dokie! Just call if you need us. C’mon, Lutey.”

 

“Yes, my joyful…”

 

The angels soon left, leaving the two of them alone in their living room. Pentious slithered to the nearby couch and sat down, continuing to comfort his fiancee’. He was aware of Cherri’s new fear of the dark. He was aware of the dark void they were both in after getting killed. 

 

The feeling of lonliness and helplessness. He too thought he’d never see his beloved again. But, of course, they somehow reunited in Heaven, and all was alright.

 

Except for the fact that he missed his Egg Bois, who were all still in Hell. From what Charlie had told him the last time they talked, she and Niffty were taking good care of them, and they were even helping out Baxter… his old rival, much to his slight dismay. Nevertheless, he was glad his minions were doing well.

 

“Oh, my love. If I had known that would happen, I’d have never-” He started to apologize again.

 

“No, Penty. It’s not you’re fault. Your machine was acting shitty.” Cherri assured him, wiping her face, “I’m sorry for freaking the fuck out like that.”

 

“You got scared… and that’s understandable. I know how being stuck in darkness before we respawned was… distressing. Which is why I refuse to allow it to harm you. I refuse to let anything harm you again. It was my actions that allowed Alastor to do us both in.”

 

Pentious looked down in shame. All he was doing was protecting Cherri from harm… he only wished the one he impaled that day hadn’t been one of the Radio Demon’s closest friends. The slaying of Mimzy is what led the overlord into an explosive rage that in turn resulted in causing the inventor and strawberry blonde to both die together. 

 

“You did what you had to do… you did good.” His fiancee’ assured him again.

 

“As did you, darling…” He smiled back.

 

“I just don’t know how you’re handling Heaven better than I am. I don’t belong here! Everything is still so new, so fluffy and all bubble gum bullshit. My bombs turn into candy now! And…” Tears started to well up in her eye again, “I miss Angie! I miss him so fucking much! I mean, sure we can talk through that glowing ball every now and then… but I miss blowing shit up with him! I miss talking to him on the regular! I can’t even visit him because of Heaven’s bullshit rules!”

 

Pentious nodded in understanding, “I get it… it’s not easy adjusting to a new environment… I’ll admit, it wasn’t that easy for me to adjust at first. It was strange not seeing red skies, fire, and brimstone everywhere. And I do so miss my Egg Bois. But I find comfort in the fact that Alastor was overthrown and our friends survived the battle even if we hadn’t.”

 

Cherri looked up at him again as he continued, “And that we’re still together. All I wanted was for Charlie to be safe, our friends, and for you to be safe. I knew things would be risky with us fighting Alastor. But as long as we had won… I believe it’s more than worth it.”

“I guess I just wish things were still slightly the same… but it ain’t like I can go back to Hell now. That would just undo Charlie’s whole redemption shit.”

 

“True… but you have nothing to fear. It’s alright to feel nervous… but you have me, Miss Emily, and other angels to help you through it all.”

 

“I know… and I’m glad to have you here with me.”

 

“And remember… we won’t be separated from our friends all the time. Once we set a date for our wedding, we’ll be able to see them in person.”

“Right…”

 

Both of them looked down at Cherri’s engagement ring, one of the few things that survived the battle against the Radio Reign. It was like… a reminder that things would be okay. And things seemed okay… for now.

 

“You don’t think some other mess will happen down there… do you?” She asked Pentious, who shrugged.

 

“I haven’t the faintest idea. But… should something occur, I know Charlie can handle it.”

 

“Of course you do. You believe in her.”

 

“And so do you?”

 

“Yes… and I believe in you too, Penty. You know how to be comforting. That’s what I love ‘bout ya.”

 

“I love you too, darling.” 

 

The two then shared a kiss. Cherri started to feel at ease again. She knew it would take a while to still adjust to her new home, but that was okay. She would move at her own pace, and she wouldn’t be alone doing it.

 

As for Pentious, he was still taking time to adjust. He had been distracting himself with his inventions, a little concerned about whatever could happen in the future. Something told him that things weren’t exactly over in Hell.

 

But he hoped that whatever happened… they would be ready…

 

They always were… right?

Notes:

As you can see, Cherri's taking a while to adjust, and she had her own fears. Thankfully Pentious and Emily are here. We'll see more of Heaven later in the story. For next chapter, we'll return to Hell, and some of our hotel buddies get a surprise, unwelcome, but somewhat expected encounter. Until then, I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to comment, please! Thank you! :)

Chapter 10: Guess Who Will Be Pulling All The Strings

Summary:

While putting up ads for the hotel, Vaggie and the gang are confronted by an old 'friend' who wants to deliver some threats.

Notes:

Hiya guys! Time for another chapter of RIRR! This is where things will kinda start to kick off! As we’ll see a familiar face again.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

 

It had been a few days since Verosika’s party, and things were back to business with Charlie. Even more so now… especially after learning of some of atrocities Alastor had committed. 

 

To think that her people had suffered in ways that she didn’t even know about. She knew many people had died, but she didn’t stop to think of the loved ones mourning them. 

 

The queen looked over her notebook. At the party, she learned more about others who were airing out their grief. She had spent the last hour writing it all down so that she wouldn’t forget, plus come up with ideas on how to fix the issues.

 

An impette whose brother Charlie ended up eating.

 

Massacre in Wrath. Another (pregnant) impette who lost half of her family. (Charlie made a note to pay a visit to that family as well as many others)

 

Verosika losing some of her friends and being forced to hide. 

 

Hellhounds losing homes and forced on the streets.

 

Not to mention the many, many, fatalities during the rebellion. 

 

How many more?

 

How many more people have suffered?

 

She had a feeling this wasn’t even half of it.

 

Vaggie sat by her desk, watching as she continued to write. The moth was starting to wonder if going to that party was even a good idea now. Verosika meant well, there was no doubt about that. But Charlie was already stressed trying to bring Hell back to what it was… now a whole new set of problems were brewing. 

 

No matter how many times she told her girlfriend there wasn’t much she could do, the former princess still insisted. 

 

“You can’t bring them back, hon…” She said.

 

“I know… but I should at least do something for the families.” Charlie responded, “Do you think flowers would work, or is that too cliche? Would sympathy cards be too on the nose? A big memorial service?”

 

“I know you care a lot. But the best thing to do is keep moving forward. There’s nothing wrong with showing support for the families, but try not to fuss over them too much. They may want some privacy.”

 

“Right… I just don’t wanna fail them again.”

 

Vaggie took her love’s hand, “Sweetie, we’ve talk about this. It’s. Not. Your. Fault. You didn’t fail anyone. If anything, Alastor made you feel that way.”

 

Charlie sighed, “I know! I know! I just can’t help but feel responsible. I know it’s not my fault, but all I can think of is how things could’ve… should’ve ended up differently. If I had been… if I had just…”

 

The angel said nothing. She felt it wouldn’t be right to comment, considering she herself felt the same way. During Alastor’s rule, she grew resentful over the circumstances, even towards Charlie. And although she’s learned to not judge her girlfriend… she sometimes herself still thought about how things could’ve been different. 

 

But… there was no sense in dwelling on what could’ve been. 

 

“Just… try not to take it so hard. You’re doing amazing just as you are.”

 

“Thanks, Vaggie…” The queen smiled a bit, “I just wish I could’ve saved them… but even if I did know about the stuff Alastor was doing… he wouldn’t have let me intervene.”

 

“Nope.”

 

Charlie closed her notebook, “I think… I’ll set up something for those affected. Maybe something for the Blood Festival. A little ceremony like I had for those who fought the battle.”

 

“That should work. You want me to set up invites or…?”

 

 

“Actually. I have another little task for you. I made some new adverts for the hotel. It would really help if you could maybe put out some flyers. It’s small, but I hope to get a few more people interested.”

 

She pulled out the flyers in question, and Vaggie had to admit, her attention to detail and artistic skills had improved over the years. Before, she would’ve made crayon drawings. But now she took to using a graphics program on the computer. The background was red with a picture of the hotel.

 

‘Check into the Happy Hotel for redemption,

 

Check out into Heaven’

 

Short, simple, and straight to the point. 

 

“You got it, hon. I can get this done.” The moth smiled.

 

“Great! And if you want, bring Angel, Husk, and Niffty along. It’ll get the job done quicker.”

 

No arguments there.

 

And so, with the flyers in hand, Vaggie ventured into the city with her comrades, ready to advertise the hotel yet again. All the while, Niffty was bouncy, detailing the time spent with Baxter at the party.

 

“We held hands, we drank punch together, and I think he almost kissed me.” She squeed, “I think he likes me!”

 

“Good for ya, Niff.” Angel smiled, “‘Bout time you found a bad boy to stick with.”

 

“Hopefully he actually lasts.” Husk added.

 

“Ya sayin’ Niff can’t hold onto a dude?”

 

“Maybe for at least five minutes.”

 

The maid giggled, “Don’t worry. He’s a bad boy I won’t hurt.”

 

Vaggie shook her head. She was glad Niffty was doing well. Although she knew the cyclops had her own struggles, it was nice she had someone to lean on. She could tell Baxter listened to her, even if he didn’t show it outwards.

 

“Anyways, how’s Charls’ doin’?” Angel asked, “I know Verosika’s party might’ve screwed her up.”

 

“She’s fine. But she’s been working harder to help her people.” The moth replied, “Alastor… he did a lot more harm to others that we didn’t even know about. He went as far as to go on a massacre in Wrath…”

 

“Holy shit…”

 

Husk scowled, “I ain’t surprised. That bastard will do things just for the hell of it.”

 

“Well, we know that. But how did none of us know about Wrath? Surely I would’ve seen a post or article online.”

 

Vaggie herself frowned, “I think he kept in under wraps just to keep Charlie ignorant. Just to keep his control over her. And if he did that… he probably did a lot of other shit we didn’t know of. I told Charlie there’s not much she can do now… but you know how she is.”

 

“The same bleeding heart,” The bartender nodded, “That’s one thing that hasn’t changed about her.”

 

He wasn’t wrong. Even after all the trauma she went through, Charlie hadn’t lost her care and compassion about others. And Vaggie felt bad for ever doubting that she did. 

 

“But ya know. I think going to that party help relieve the stress in all of us.” Angel stretched a bit, “I sure enjoyed beatin’ Smiles face. Wish Cherri was here, she would’ve had a ball…”

 

His expression turned somber, as Husk patted him on the back. 

 

“I know you miss her, Angel. But don’t worry, we’ll see her and Pentious soon when it’s time for their wedding. We’ll get special access into Heaven, and you’ll even get to see Molly.” Vaggie reassured him.

 

The spider smiled a little at that, excited about seeing both his bestie and sister in the same place. He wondered if he could convince his father and brother to see her too.

 

“I had a good time at that shindig too.” Husk added, “It’ll be the closest I’ll ever get to sticking it to Al. Like, payback for the ass whooping I got.”

 

“Ooh! That reminds me.” Niffty stopped in her tracks to give kisses to the cat’s wings, “I almost forgot.”

 

“Thanks, Niff… you know you don’t have to do that all the time. My wings are fine now.” 

 

“But I wanna make sure your wings feel extra better. I want you to know that I care about you and don’t want you to get hurt.”

 

Angel snickered, “You’ve got a cat’s keeper, Whiskers. Or should I say, cat’s housekeeper. ”

 

Husk rolled his eyes at the joke, but didn’t object when the maid jumped up to hug his face. He knew she was just worried about him. He could take care of himself, but she wanted a reminder of that as often as she could get one.

 

And he wanted to make she was as safe as possible.

 

As the four of them continued putting up posters, they passed by Cannibal Town, which was still blocked off with a gate. In the months since the battle, Charlie kept a close eye on the community to make sure they were behaving. At first she hated to have to keep them shut in, but she knew that given their involvement with Alastor, they had to be kept under supervision in the case of a riot or revolt.

 

Not to mention the fact that Rosie was still at large. Vaggie wanted her caught. She wasn’t gonna get away with being Alastor’s partner in crime. The moth recalled times where cannibette overlord was outright cruel to Charlie, often mocking, insulting, or even physically hurting her.

 

She recalled walking in on Rosie adjusting a dress, tightening the corset and sash around Charlie’s waist tight enough to where the girl was nearly choking. All the while making jabs at her. 

 

Even worse, Alastor was in the room watching. Enjoying the moment as if it were a show. It wouldn’t have been a surprise if he got turned on from that.

 

How did the Radio Demon let that woman get away with treating her that way?

 

From what Vaggie had observed, he would bite the head off of anyone who dared to disrespect Charlie in his presence. Yet Rosie could push the queen around without so much as a berating from him. 

 

Was it because they were close friends, plus the fact that Alastor didn’t treat Charlie any better, that she was free to do whatever the hell she wanted?

 

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course that’s it. When that shitlord became king, he just let Rosie do whatever. All the more reason to make sure she’s captured. 

 

“Hey, you think those cannibals ran out of meat to eat, and are starvin’?” Angel asked out of curiosity.

 

“Dunno. Don’t really care.” Vaggie shrugged, “As long as they stay in there. They’re not a threat. But they’ll become one if Rosie ever gets back in there. They follow after her, and who knows what she’ll do if she’s in control.”

 

“Is she really worth the trouble?” Husk asked, “I mean, she was an annoying bitch, probably even moreso than Mimzy, but is there much she can do now. She’s probably been weakened like Al.”

 

“Maybe, but she’s still an overlord in her own right. With or without Alastor, she’s dangerous. So it’s important be on the lookout for her. There’s no telling what she might have planned. Or what he might have planned…”

 

With a silent agreement, the group continued on their way… but not before Vaggie sensed something…

 

She wasn’t sure what it was… but something didn’t feel right to her. 

 

Was it just being near Cannibal Town?

 

Or was it… something else?

 

She looked around, turning back towards the cannibals, where a few kids were peering over the gates. Seeing the moth’s look sent them running back inside…

 

It can’t be them…

 

What was it?

 

It wasn’t until they reached a building to put up more flyers, is when Vaggie finally noticed. They were at the far side of the city, and nobody else was around. She was in the middle of putting up a flyer when she felt her phone buzz in her skirt pocket. She was about to reach for it… 

 

Their shadows appeared on the wall… but Vaggie noticed one that didn’t look like it belonged… an eerily familiar one. She summoned her spear and took a step back, at first confusing the others, until they saw it too.

 

The shadow grinned menacingly at them, they knew there was only one person with a shadow that smiled like that.

 

“He’s here..." Vaggie growled, aiming her spear in many directions.

 

“Showin’ his face quicker than I expected.” Husk added as Niffty began clinging to his leg, to which he caressed her hair. 

 

Angel looked around nervously, “I think we had better get the fuck outta here before he catches us.”

 

He grabbed the moth angel’s hand to lead her away, but she pulled back, “Not before I catch him first. I’m not letting him get away. I will fuck him up!”

 

“You tried to fuck him up before, and how did that end for ya?”

 

“He doesn’t have Lucifer’s power anymore! Hurting him should be easier this time!”

 

“C’mon, Vags. Let’s leave!”

 

“Not until I stab him in his fucking face!”

 

As much as Vaggie wanted to do the Radio Demon in, she knew Charlie wouldn’t approve. There was a reason the former princess spared him even after their big battle. Killing him wouldn’t make everything better…

 

… But she wanted to at least remind him why she was one of Adam’s top Exorcists…

 

“Um, you two…?” Husk tried to call, but the angel and spider were still bickering.

 

“It ain’t worth it!” Angel continued to plead, once again pulling at Vaggie’s arm, “Let’s get the fuck outta here!”

 

“I refuse to run away! Not from him!” She glared at the shadow, “Come out and show yourself, damn coward! COME OUT AND FACE ME!”

 

 

There was a few seconds of silence… before a familiar staticky voice chuckled.

 

“... As you wish, Vagatha.”

 

Before anyone could react, the ‘shadow’ stepped out of the wall and transformed. Standing before the group was the man who put Hell through absolute… well, hell, for a full year. The one who caused many a demon pain and misery. The one who took out Lucifer with little to no effort… with the help of an evil entity.

 

Vaggie growled again, aiming her spear at him.

 

“Alastor…”

 

The Radio Demon’s grin grew even wider as he stared at his own adversaries. The moth angel was glaring with pure hatred. The spider tried to appear brave, but he could see that he was trembling. Ol’ Husker had a defensive stance, while darling little Niffty hid behind his legs. 

 

“My, my… it certainly has been quite a while since we last interacted.” Alastor noted, “Good to see you all haven’t changed appearance wise.”

 

“Can’t say the same for you…” Vaggie retorted, staring him up and down.

 

She wasn’t wrong. The overlord was missing his signature pinstripe coat, now having a cloak with a hood. His shirt had a bloodstained tear along the chest and torso. There were bags under his eyes (heavier than before), and he was leaning on his surprisingly intact microphone (which, from what Charlie said, she broke during their battle).

 

All in all, the Radio Demon has definitely seen better days. 

 

“You have a lot of balls showing your face so soon…” The angel sneered at him, “I figured you would’ve taken more time to lick your wounds. I heard Charlie really fucked you up.”

 

Alastor snorted, “Remove the last word, and you’ll be referring to our bedroom habits.”

 

“... Didn’t need to hear that.”

 

He took a step closer, first addressing Angel, “Why, hello there, Anthony. Still doing adult films?”

 

“N-No… Val ain’t here anymore…” The spider frowned, “You know that…”

 

“Oh, of course. I did you a favor by getting rid of that bug. How is Cherri? Do you talk?”

 

Angel scowled, trying to fight the tears threatening to fall. Alastor chuckled, before looking over at Husk, “Husker, my good pal. How are you?”

 

“Don’t you ‘Husker’ me, you son of a bitch.” The cat growled, “And don’t call me ‘good pal’ either. You and I both know we ain’t never been friends.”

 

“Nonsense. I could always rely on you for entertainment. Speaking of, I see that your wings have healed up… perhaps I didn’t destroy them enough. Oh well, I hope you had learned your lesson for the way you spoke to me either way…”

 

He then tapped the scar on Husk’s chest, making the bartender take a step back. Niffty started whimpering, as she clung to his pants leg even more. The Radio Demon crouched down to her level, “Niffty darling… what’s wrong? No need to hide from your old friend Alastor.” He held out his hand, “It honestly already hurt when you went against me. You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings…”

 

“Don’t talk to her!” Husk snapped, spreading his wings to shield the maid, “You’re the one who hurt her feelings by hurting me.”

 

“Is that so? Oh, sweetheart, I never meant to harm you…”

 

“Bullshit!” Angel sneered, “You slapped her away when she tried to stop you!”

 

Vaggie then stepped in to point her spear at the overlord, “Get away from her, from all of us before I shove this up your ass…” She threatened, “I’d love to do it right now… but I know Charlie wouldn’t want that…”

 

Alastor smirked, “Of course. You always want to do everything for little Charlie. It’s all you care about. Pleasing Charlie and catering to her every need. It’s why you rebelled against me. All because you couldn’t handle seeing the princess with someone else. Any normal person would’ve just moved on and maybe found someone else to love. But you…”

 

He poked her in the torso with his mic. The same spot he slashed her during the battle, “... You just couldn’t keep your nose out of my business. You had to ruin things…”

 

The more this bastard talked, the angrier Vaggie was getting. The absolute audacity for him to think she did all that she did because she was jealous. No! It couldn’t be further from that!”

 

“Things were going well… the only problem I have now is that you, Vagatha, are still alive!” Alastor flashed radio dials in his eyes for a moment, “You should’ve died! I should’ve snapped your little neck while you were in your cell! But that is a mistake I plan to undo…”

 

“By killing me…?” The moth angel challenged, “Bring it then! You’re much weaker without the power of Lucifer and the Root of Evil. I dare you to try…”

 

The Radio Demon chuckled, “On the contrary… I don’t think it’s me you have to worry about when it comes to the Root of Evil…”

 

“Huh?”

 

“However, when it comes to me… if I were you… I’d be watching my back… because I won’t let you get away with what you did…”

 

“I did nothing…” Vaggie snarled, “But what was right.”

 

“What was right to you was wrong to me. So I’m going to right that wrong.”

 

“If you think I’m gonna let you do anything to harm us, you better think again, Alastor. We can stop you like before! And we know you did a lot of shit that Charlie wasn’t even aware of! You’re lucky she didn’t kill you! Because I wouldn’t have been so merciful!”

 

“And that’s why you spared Adam’s second in command?”

 

The angel didn’t answer that. She refused to. All it did was give Alastor more fuel to taunt and belittle her. And that’s what he wanted. 

 

However, it only fueled her anger, especially as he kept talking, “You seem to make a lot of mistakes, Vagatha. Sparing those who don’t deserve it. Letting your temper get the best of you. Not staying in your place. And you didn’t even try hard enough to keep Charlie from ever dealing with me in the first place. It makes one wonder how much you truly care..."

 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

 

 

By now, Vaggie had enough, as she prepared to stab the asshole right in the face. Unfortunately, Alastor was faster, as he swung his staff, and struck her hard.

 

With a pained scream, she fell on her back, dropping her spear and covering her nose with her hands. Everyone could see golden blood leaking through her fingers. Angel and Husk immediately crouched to her side. 

 

As for Alastor, he chuckled as he leaned over the girl, “It seems my microphone is much more physically stronger… but consider that a preview of what’s to come… for all of you… you had better be prepared… because the Radio Demon will get his revenge… and once I’m done with you… I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone… and I’ll reclaim what is rightfully MINE!”

 

Vaggie moved her hands just enough to scowl at his shit-eating grin, know what, or rather who, he was referring to, “She’s not yours… she was never yours, and never will be…”

 

“We’ll see about that, my dear… and by the way... tell Charlie I said 'Hello'."

 

With that, he stood straight, and began backing away into the wall… disappearing into the shadows once again.

 

“Fuckin’ asshole…” Husk muttered as he and Angel helped the moth to her feet.

 

“That was scary…” Niffty frowned. 

 

Vaggie moaned. Her nose was bruised and slightly bent, while blood continued to drip. Angel winced, “Shit… you might need to get that looked at, Vags.”

 

“I’ll… I’ll be fine. It’ll heal. Divinely.” She assured him, “I just… he really thought I rebelled because I was jealous of him and Charlie! Because sure, that’s it. Not because he stole my girlfriend away and repeated hurt her. Not because he killed her parents and took her home. Not because he put her people through suffering and misery! No! It’s because I was a petty bitch in his eyes!”

 

Her sarcasm made her friends snicker a bit, but Husk put a hand on her shoulder, “Ya know Al only said that shit to piss you off. I doubt he truly believes all that. Then again, he can be pretty damn petty himself.”

 

“So… what are we gonna tell Charlie?” Angel asked. 

 

Vaggie was a bit conflicted on that. Of course, the Queen of Hell deserves to know that her worst enemy is back in town. But… with what she’s dealing with at the moment… would it be wise to have that knowledge on her plate?

 

“I… I’m not sure. She’s got enough stress on her. I’d hate to add to it.”

 

“I don’t think you’d wanna keep this a secret.” Husk warned slightly, “You remember the last time you did, and it ain’t go so well.”

 

The moth nodded, remembering how her angelic identity reveal nearly caused a rift between her and Charlie, “I know… I guess I can try to break it to her as gently as possible. Besides, it isn’t like she doesn’t know that he would come back. We all saw it coming…”

 

Speaking of Charlie… Vaggie then remembered that her phone had buzzed right before the confrontation. Reaching into her pocket, she saw that her girlfriend had sent her a text.

 

Vaggie! I think the flyers worked. We have a new guest! Come back home ASAP! Love you!

 

“A new guest…” She murmured, “We have someone new.”

 

“Ooh! I wonder who it is.” Niffty beamed.

 

“Hope it’s a dude.” Angel adjusted his chest fluff.

 

“Only one way to find out…”

 

The four soon left, both to meet the new hotel patron, and to get out of here as soon as possible… unaware of two figures watching them from the roof of the building.

 

“I have to admit. Using your shadow to imitate you was quite the smart move, Alastor.” Rosie giggled. 

 

“They truly thought that I was there.” The deer laughed, “How foolish!”

 

“Do ya think showing yourself so early was a good idea? Now they know something is up, and we haven’t finished setting up our plan.”

 

“I just wanted to give them a little warning, dear… one of many. It’ll keep them on their toes for the time being. And when they think they’re in the clear… it’ll be too late…” 

 

The Radio Demon’s grin grew wider as he watches his adversaries go…

 

“Far too late…”

 

Notes:

Well, now they know for sure he's back. But he's not making a move just yet. When will he? Time will tell. In the meantime, we'll get to meet the new guest next chapter.

Stay tuned. ;) And don't forget to comment, please. Thank you!

Chapter 11: Newest Arrival

Summary:

Charlie introduces everyone to the newest guest of the hotel... but there's something peculiar about her.

Notes:

Happy Halloween, my friends! To celebrate, I present to you a new chapter of RRIR. You'll get to meet a new OC of mine, and later down the line, we'll see what type of role she'll play in the story. Hope ya'll enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC.

It would’ve been a long walk back to the hotel had Vaggie and Husk not used their wings to fly back with Angel and Niffty. The four of them tried to get over the confrontation that occurred. But it was a bit hard now that the thing they hoped wouldn’t happen… was happening.

 

… Alastor was back.

 

And he was indeed hungry for revenge. 

 

It only took him about four months to show up again. Not as long as one would think. But then again, he was the Radio Demon, and on top of that, an overlord. Of course, he would bounce back as quick as possible.

 

And now that was another problem to deal with. 

 

Vaggie was still hesitant about whether or not to inform Charlie. Yes, it was crucial to tell the Queen that her worst nightmare was back in town. But… with what she was dealing with right now, did she really need the source of her problems back in her life?

 

It’s nothing she can’t handle. I’d hate to upset her… but she needs to know. So that we can prepare for whenever he makes his moves of attack.

 

For Angel, Husk, and Niffty, seeing Alastor again brought back a lot of unpleasant memories. Namely from the huge battle. They too knew he was gonna return… but they didn’t want him to…

 

Nobody wanted him to come back. Nobody wanted to deal with him.

 

But he was here… and they had to deal with it.

 

How? That was something they would have to figure out eventually before it was too late. 

 

Right now? Get back to the hotel and meet the newest guest. 

 

Once they landed, Vaggie was the first to approach the door. Husk looked down to see Niffty still clinging to his pants, trembling slightly. He patted her head, “It’s gonna be okay, Niff… I won’t let that fucker touch you…”

 

She looked up at the cat, and he smiled warmly, “Really. I won’t.”

 

“But he still owns us… what if…?” She whimpered.

 

“I honestly don’t give a shit. If he has to pull my chain… well, I’ll do it so that he won’t pull yours.”

 

“You’ve gotten soft, Whiskers.” Angel snickered, “Niffty’s got ya wrapped around her little finger…”

 

“Whatever…”

 

Vaggie smiled to herself before opening the door, walking inside the hotel. Immediately, she was greeted with a bear hug from her loving girlfriend, “Vaggie! You’re back! I’m so glad!” She beamed, “How did it go?”

 

“It went well, hon. We got a lot of flyers posted.” The angel smiled, “But…”

 

Well, here it goes…

 

“Hold that thought. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

 

“... Right. I got your text.”

 

With a smile, Charlie led her lover and the others into the parlor. Sitting there were the already established patrons of the hotel… along with a new face.

 

The first thing Vaggie noticed was how similar she looked to herself. A purplish gray skin tone, and a hairstyle similar to how the moth had her hair as an Exorcist. Only it was black with a few red highlights. A grey tattered dress, and ruby-red eyes.

 

“Guys! Meet Adria! Our newest guest!” Charlie introduced.

 

“Hi!” The demoness greeted, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Quite the pleasure. I fell down here in Hell not too long ago, but I’ve heard all about your struggles.” She then took Vaggie’s hand, “You must be the tough… angel… who fought in the battle against that rotten Radio Demon, right?”

 

“Um, yeah.” Said angel nodded.

 

“Charlie told me about it. You were and are so brave to stand up to what sounds like such a monster. That you didn’t back down even when it seemed that things would get back. That no matter how many times you were knocked down… you kept getting up. How did you do it?”

 

Vaggie found herself a bit unnerved by Adria, and she didn’t know why. This was just a new guest who wanted to know more about her. That wasn’t strange in the least, right? 

 

She heard Charlie giggle beside her, “Ooh, Vags. Sounds like you’ve got a fan already.”

 

Angel also snickered, “Watch out, Charls. Before the newbie tries to steal your bitch.”

 

“Oh! And you must be Angel Dust. Famous porn star, right?” Adria turned her attention to the spider.

 

“Former famous porn star, actually. The whole business kinda literally collapsed.”

 

“You also fought in the battle. It must’ve been scary. And is that Husker and Niffty? Charlie says that the Radio Demon owns you.”

 

The bartender and maid exchanged looks before the former spoke, “Yeah. He does. But we went against his ass. We’re loyal to the queen.”

 

“Always…” Niffty smiled, “Question, Adria. Do you like bad boys?”

 

“Or are you more for the chicks instead of dicks?” Angel also asked.

The demoness looked a bit weirded out, but gave a ‘so-so’ sign, “Maybe… I haven’t really done much courting in life.”

 

“Well, if you ever do find a bad boy, I hope he’s as sweet as my Baxie.”

 

She waved at the scientist, who blushed from his spot on the couch. Mara, Martha, Dia, and Summer all giggled in response. 

 

Charlie smiled, “Well, it’s great that we have a new guest here. How about we get started on a few activities to get to know each other better.”

 

Before long, everyone was sitting in the parlor, with the queen standing before them. Adria sat next to Vaggie, giving the moth a kind smile as she did. Vaggie smiled back, though she still felt… weird about this new girl.

 

There was something about her that… was strange, and she couldn’t put her finger on it for the life of her. Was it the immediate fangirling? The smile? The red eyes? The fact that she vaguely resembled an Exorcist? 

 

What was it?

 

I’m probably paranoid thanks to Alastor showing his ugly ass face today. Adria seems cool. There’s nothing to worry about. Though, I guess I have to tell Charlie about him later. Right now, she’s too excited for our new guest.

 

“So…” Charlie began, “Adria, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? About your life before you passed? You don’t have to get too personal.”

 

With a smile, the new guest stood up, “Well… I lived in Louisiana with my mother and father. They were a store owner and talk host respectively. Times were a bit tough for us all, but we pulled through as best as we could. Although… I had to do some things I wasn’t proud of in order to help bring home the bacon… which I guess explains why I’m down here.”

 

“I see. Well, you don’t have to worry. If there’s anything I learned, is that everyone deserves a second chance.” 

 

Almost everyone anyway…

 

“You really think so?” Adria asked with hope in her eyes.

 

Charlie smiled, “I know so. Two of my friends were redeemed during the battle against Alastor. So it’s definitely possible.”

 

“That’s great! I hope to learn more about everyone and this hotel. I’m sure the process will be very entertaining.”

 

The queen’s face was smiling, but her eyes widened a bit at the last word. Vaggie noticed, before giving the new demoness a suspicious look. Either there was a coincidence going on, or something else was going on.

 

She looked over at Husk, who was also giving Adria the same side-eye. It seemed that he too was noticing something off about the angel-like demoness. Everyone else appeared either oblivious or neutral.

 

As for Charlie, the mention of ‘entertainment’ once again brought back unpleasant memories with Alastor, but she shook it off. Adria probably didn’t know the full extent of everything that happened. It wasn’t her fault.

 

The activities continued throughout the day, with drawing, sharing stories, and even singing. All the while, both Vaggie and Husk kept a close eye on Adria. While nothing seemed out of the ordinary, one thing they noticed about her…

 

… She always kept a smile on her face. 

 

Never once did she frown, even when she appeared frustrated by an activity. 

 

That was too on the nose.

 

And so Vaggie pulled the bartender aside into the hallway out of sight and earshot of the others, “So… you’re wary of that girl too, right?” She asked.

 

“Yep. What are ya thinking?” Husk asked back.

“I’m thinking she’s working with Alastor or maybe some sort of supporter.”

 

“I’m thinking she’s actually Al in disguise.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Come on. The constant smiling, the craving for entertainment, and don’t her eyes look familiar?”

 

The moth angel looked back at Adria, and realized that Husk was right. The girl’s eyes were a combination of dark red scelera, and lighter red pupils, almost pink. Eyes that looked very familiar. 

 

The resemblance was almost too uncanny.

 

“I… I don’t know. It could all be a coincidence.” Vaggie shook her head, “And… maybe it all is. This girl could have no connections to Alastor whatsoever.”

 

“So you’re saying we just leave her alone?” Husk asked, “And hope that she ain’t with Al or is Al?”

 

“I just don’t wanna jump to conclusions too quickly. I think we’re maybe just still freaked out by seeing that shitlord today. Besides, when Charlie texted me about the new guest, that was before Alastor showed up. So there’s no way it could be him in disguise. At least… I wouldn’t think so.”

 

The cat looked in the parlor again, “I’m still unsure. There’s something sketchy as fuck about her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she turns out to be bullshit.”

 

“I get it.” Vaggie nodded, “I feel off about her too. With how she seems to admire me. I mean, I guess I should be flattered, but I dunno… it feels strange. But at the same time, I don’t wanna be all accusatory in case she’s innocent.”

 

And I don’t want Charlie to get upset if that happens. She thought in her head.

 

Husk crossed his arms, “Well… it could be Al, it might not be. It could be a spy, or not. Either way, I think we should still keep a close eye on her. With that fucker back in town… we gotta be on our toes.”

 

“Right.”

 

With that said, the two of them returned to the parlor with the others to continue with the activities. At the same time, however, Vaggie was thinking about Adria and her presence here. 

 

She wanted to be that this new demoness was just a sinner looking for redemption. She wanted to trust her and believe that she wasn’t part of some screwed-up plan by Alastor, or even Alastor in disguise. But if she wasn’t a disguise… could she still be someone else?

 

What if… she was Rosie?

 

Wait… can Rosie even shapeshift? She had never seen the cannibette do anything like that, or any of the overlords for that matter. Change into a more demonic form? Sure. But never changing their appearance to where they were completely unrecognizable.

 

There was also the angel-looking elements of Adria’s appearance. She looked like a mixture of Vaggie and Lute. Just with black hair instead of white, and notably no wings present. Was she an exorcist in disguise? What would be the point of that? Heaven was… on slightly better terms with Hell. Why would they send an exorcist to spy?

 

Maybe I’m thinking too hard. She’s probably just a sinner. Just a normal ordinary sinner. No need to be paranoid over potentially nothing. 

 

Later that evening, almost everyone turned in for the night, and Adria had settled in. Charlie considered today to be a great success. They had a brand new guest, and she felt closer to her goal than ever. As if things were finally looking up.

 

“What’s one more redeemed sinner, am I right?” She asked her girlfriend as they walked down the halls of the hotel.

 

“Yeah… but you gotta remember, we still don’t really know what gets a soul into Heaven.” Vaggie reminded her, “Nobody knows exactly how Pentious and Cherri did it. The angels still haven’t figured that out.”

 

“True… but I’m sure if we keep going with our trust activities, we’re bound to get someone else up to the golden gates.”

 

“Maybe…”

 

The moth’s mind went back to the encounter with Alastor. By now, her nose had healed from being broken by his microphone, though a slight bruise was still present. When Charlie asked her about it earlier… instead of telling the truth, she instead said she ran into a pole while they were putting up posters.

 

Vaggie wasn’t sure why she didn’t just reveal Alastor’s return yet. After all, the queen deserved to know, right? At the same time… Charlie was too excited over Adria joining the hotel. She didn’t want to ruin her love's mood.

 

It didn’t feel like the right time…

When things calm down… I’ll be sure to let her know. Hopefully before shit hits the fan.

 

As the girls continued to make their way to their room… they both picked up on some music coming from one of the guest rooms. Music that sounded like it came from a… very familiar device. 

 

Charlie froze up at the sound. Vaggie rubbed her hand, before taking out her spear. She slowly made her way towards the door where the music was coming from. It was slightly ajar, allowing the angel to peek inside.

 

What she saw… was Adria setting up a radio on a shelf!

 

Immediately, she threw open the door and aimed her spear, “Oye!”

 

“Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed.

 

The angel-like demoness turned to find a sharp blade aimed at her face. But her warm smile didn’t drop, and her eyes glowed slightly, “Oh! Hello, Vaggie. Charlie. Is everything alright?”

 

“Cut the crap! I know you’re either working for Alastor, or you are Alastor in disguise!” Vaggie growled, “I know there was something shitty about you…”

 

“Vaggie, wait!” The queen tried to pull her angel back.

 

Adria looked back at the radio, then back at the girls and grinned wider, “Oh, I see. The radio. I do apologize. You see, my family and I loved to listen to the radio back when I was alive. And I happened to find this dandy little antique at a store today. I should’ve realized that radios were, as they say, triggering, to you, Your Highness.”

 

Said Highness shook her head, “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just hearing the static and such kinda made me think… he was back, ya know.”

 

“I understand.”

 

“But you can have a radio in your room if it helps you feel at home. We won’t judge you. Right, Vaggie?”

 

The moth still looked suspicious, but she did lower her spear, “Right. I’m sorry. I guess I was worried about spies. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

 

She was of course talking about Sir Pentious, who was sent by the Vees to to spy on the hotel. But when he failed miserably, Charlie encouraged him to join the hotel for real, and in the end, it was all worth it. 

 

“Well, we’ll leave you to listening to your music.” Charlie smiled at the new guest, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask either me or Vaggie.”

 

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Adria smiled back.

 

“Just call me Charlie. You’re family here.”

 

After bidding each other goodnight, the queen and her angel left the demoness alone. Vaggie was blushing in complete embarrassment. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Adria was just a simple demon looking for redemption, and not some sort of plan by Alastor. Maybe everything she saw was purely just an eerily coincidence.

 

… But why did she still feel something was off?

 

Charlie noticed her blushing, and smiled, “Hey, it’s okay. I know how paranoid and on guard you can get. I see why you reacted that way. I wouldn’t be surprised if Alastor did send a spy to try to hurt us…”

 

“Yeah… but I shouldn’t have tried to threaten her. I could’ve killed her if you hadn’t stopped me. And I know you would’ve never forgiven me.”

 

“Sure I would’ve, Vaggie. You know I can never stay mad at you for long.”

 

“Right… but, maybe we should still keep an eye on her, you know. Just in case.” The moth looked back at Adria’s door, “You never know, these days. If that shitlord is planning something… he would surely start here…”

 

“I know…” The blonde sighed, “But I don’t wanna watch our guests like a hawk. I like to give them some space. And not jump to conclusions.”

 

Like I did. Vaggie thought bitterly. But I still have that feeling she’s… sketchy… am I just paranoid like Charlie said?

 

The girls continued to make their way to their room. Vaggie wanted to believe that Adria was good. That she wasn’t trying to use them in some way. But there was just that feeling. She was afraid if that she left her be, she would use that opportunity to attack.

 

And if she was actually sweet… then everything would be okay, right?

 

Things were fine…

 

… Just fine…

 

All in all… it was a good first day for the newest guest of the Happy Hotel.

 

And time would tell how things would get in the future…

 

Swell… or terribly.

Notes:

Thoughts on Adria?

You think she's a good person. Alastor's spy? Alastor in disguise? Rosie in disguise? An angel? Let me know! In the meantime, we can see why Vaggie would be suspicious. She's gonna keep an eye on Adria. As for next chapter, we'll get some Chaggie bonding, plus a training session with Carmilla. Until then, I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to review, please!

Chapter 12: Training for Love

Summary:

Charlie and Vaggie spend the day together as the latter trains with Carmilla. But past memories come up and the girls reflect on it as they prepare for the future.

Notes:

Greetings, my friends! I hope you all are doing well. This week has been crazy for some, I'm sure. But I hope that a new chapter will bring some form of joy to ya'll. We got some Chaggie cuteness here! And a flashback. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

“Charlie! Please! Don’t do this!”

 

“I have no choice, Vaggie…”

 

“There has to be another way! I can’t let you go through with it! We… we can run away together!”

 

“I can’t… I can’t just… leave…”

 

“Mi amor…”

 

“I’m so sorry…”

 

“Charlie…”

 

“I love you, Vaggie…”

 

“NOO!”

Vaggie woke up with a gasp. She took a few moments to calm herself, thankful that she was safe in the soft bed. One of the first things she noticed was Charlie at her vanity, already dressed for the day, just brushing her hair.

 

When the queen heard her girlfriend gasp, she looked at her through the mirror, “Good morning, Vaggie… you okay?” She asked softly.

 

“Y-Yeah… I’m alright. Just had a dream…” Was the angel’s response.

 

“Wanna talk about it?”

 

“... Not really.”

 

After fixing her hair in the usual double-banded ponytail, Charlie got up and walked to the bed, pulling Vaggie in for a kiss, “Does this make you feel better?” 

 

“Yeah.” She smiled.

 

“Good. So, what are ya gonna be up to today?”

 

“I plan to meet up with Miss Carmine to do some more angelic training.”

 

“Oh, fun. Can I come with? To watch?”

 

Vaggie looked at her princess with confusion, “Really? What about the hotel?”

 

Charlie shrugged, “Oh. I’m giving everyone a few days off to relax. Ya know, taking your advice of not working so hard. I feel like we’ve made some progress, so I’m sending everyone out for some fun… while I figured we could get some alone time…”

 

The moth blushed a bit, “Will it really be alone time if we’re going to Carmilla’s?”

 

“Maybe not, but at least I’ll get to see how you two fight together. And I can catch up with her. Haven’t seen her in a while.”

 

With that, the date was set. Charlie gave her staff and patrons money to spend to their hearts content (as long as they were responsible with it), while she and Vaggie made their way to the Industrial District. Things for the hotel were going swell for the most part.

 

It had been almost a month since Adria joined the hotel, and despite Vaggie’s suspicions of her, the angelic like demoness had yet to show anything that indicated she was a threat. If she was, she surely would’ve acted sooner, right?

 

But she managed to win over even Husk, the only other person who was wary of her. And soon, Vaggie started to let her guard down… slightly. She still told herself to keep an eye on Adria just in case. 

 

There was still a chance she could be working for Alastor or is Alastor.

 

And thinking of the Radio Demon made the moth frown heavily.

 

Not just because she still hasn’t told Charlie of their encounter yet, despite having plenty of opportunities. (With how her girlfriend was into the hotel right now, she found it difficult to break the news to her)

 

… But also because of the dream she had, as it brought had a rather unpleasant memory.

 

However, she tried to shake that off as she and Charlie walked downtown. Many demons on the street stopped to bow for the queen, who simply told them that they didn’t have to do that. Although she was royalty, Charlie didn’t care if anyone bowed in her presence. She preferred to be treated like any normal person. 

 

Yes, it was nice to be shown the respect she never got before overthrowing Alastor, but given all that’s happened, she still had a hard time seeing herself as her people’s savior now. Not when there were so many people that could’ve been saved but weren’t.

 

Again, her mind went back to Penny’s brother getting killed for not bowing to her. 

 

To the Wrath massacre that left a pregnant impette losing half of her family. 

 

To all the lives lost and ruined in general.

 

Yes, she didn’t know, and it wasn’t her fault, but it didn’t make her feel any better. It didn’t change the fact that those tragedies still happened, and she wasn’t able to prevent any of it. 

 

All she could do was provide support and sympathy for the affected. Honestly, she was surprised that nobody hated her for all that’s happened. She felt they should.

 

So much was lost… and I can’t help but also think of what I almost lost forever…

 

Charlie looked at Vaggie, feeling their grip on each other's hands tighten. The two of them wondered if the other was thinking of the same thing. Their relationship had gotten a whole lot better after the Radio Reign. It was almost like they never broke up.

 

So much so, they were willing to forget… the moment their breakup became official… at least to them. 

 

Eventually, the girls arrived at Carmilla’s, and Vaggie soon got to work with the training. Charlie sat in a chair as she watched her girlfriend spar with the arms dealer. Now she could see just how well her fighting skills improved. 

 

As for Vaggie, she remained focused on her tasks, attempting to attack Carmilla with her spear. But the older woman was a whole lot faster and more agile. Those angelic steel shoes of hers sure packed a punch. 

 

A swift kick was sent to her side, but the angel didn’t back down as she once again made an aim. Of course, she wasn’t trying to actually hurt her mentor, but she felt like she wasn’t getting any better.

 

The angel jumped up to strike, but was blocked and kicked once again, sending her to the ground. Charlie winced, but clapped, “You’re doing great, baby!”

 

Vaggie groaned as she crawled to her knees, “Am I really?”

 

“She’s right. You’ve improved.” Carmilla walked forward to offer a hand, “A long way from when you’ve started.”

 

“I feel like I haven’t really gotten better. All this time, and I still can’t get even one hit on you. I’m not saying I’m trying to hurt you, but you’re so much more… experienced than I am.”

 

“Perhaps. But that doesn’t mean you have no experience at all. You’ve learned a lot since being an Exorcist. In more ways than any of your sisters could’ve learned. Although… you seem to be a bit more aggressive during our lessons lately.”

 

Hearing that made Vaggie look at the woman in surprise, confused. Carmilla began to explain, “You might not notice, but I can see it in your eyes. I can see the bloodlust and rage. The determination to destroy your enemies. You’re out for blood instead of love.”

 

“But… everything I’m doing is because I love Charlie.” The moth argued, “It’s not just… revenge, is it?”

 

The weapons dealer raised an eyebrow, “I can tell a lot is on your mind…” She then looked over at Charlie, “Both of you. I know you’ve been quite busy… but something is troubling you… and it involves a certain Radio Demon…”

 

Both girls exchanged looks of concern. How was Carmilla so good at reading people? She and Husk could compete.

 

“I… I guess…” Charlie spoke, “I’m really worried about what’ll happen if he comes back.”

 

“I… I am too…” Vaggie added, still holding onto the fact that she encountered him, “I just wanna be prepared. I know being too violent isn’t the answer… but you have no idea the fury I feel towards him for what he did.”

 

Carmilla sighed, thinking of Zestial, “Oh, believe me, querida. I know. If you had seen the rage I felt after Zestial fell, you’d call me a hypocrite. I admit that I was out for blood… at the same time, I was trying to avenge him.”

 

The queen nodded, remembering how she found the arms dealer heavily injured during the battle. And how she mentioned seeing the Root of Evil…

 

Looking down at her hands, Charlie could feel the dark magic coursing through her veins at the mere thought of it. For the most part, she had been able to keep things under control, but she knew how powerful it could all be. How dangerous it was. 

 

“Alastor no longer has the powers of the Root.” She said quietly, “I managed to extract it during our fight.”

 

“And so it resides within you.” Carmilla deducted.

 

“... Yeah. It does. I’ve been doing my best to keep it at bay, but I’m afraid of losing control. I’m afraid of hurting those I love… and I’m afraid of losing those I love…”

 

“... Me too…” Vaggie frowned, “I guess I’m more rough today… because of my dream last night…”

 

Seeing that the girls needed a moment, Carmilla quietly excused herself, allowing the lovers to talk. The moth angel walked over to sit next to Charlie, dropping her spear, “I felt like I had a flashback to the day of the wedding. I mean, what happened right before…”

 

“Oh…”

 

Vaggie made her way to the dressing room. Every step felt like agony.

 

Today was going to be the worst day of her life. Today was the day she would lose her beloved princess to the cruelest overlord in Hell. It had been a week since Charlie’s parents were murdered by Alastor, and now she was marrying him to protect her loved ones. 

 

No matter how hard Vaggie tried to prevent this day from coming… it was here, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

 

All she could do at least… was speak to Charlie before it all began. Due to all the preparations for the wedding, they weren’t able to see each other much in the past week. 

 

She just wanted to see her… to hold her one last time…

 

Once she reached the room where the future Queen of Hell was getting ready, the angel took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it opened to reveal one of the cannibettes from Rosie’s colony.

 

“Is Charlie in there?” Vaggie asked.

 

“Oh, she is. She’s still getting pampered.” The woman smiled condescendingly.

 

“Can I talk to her?”

 

“Mmmm… she isn’t quite ready. You’ll have to come back later.” 

 

“The wedding starts soon, though.”

 

“Exactly. So come back later.”

 

Before Vaggie could snap, another voice came from inside the room, “It’s okay… she can come in.”

 

The cannibette then backed away to allow the angel to enter, “You got lucky this time. Alastor wouldn’t appreciate this…” 

 

“Alastor can go fuck himself.” The moth sneered, “I don’t give a shit what he-”

 

She cut herself off when she took a look at Charlie. The demon royal was in front of a mirror, while two other cannibettes were adjusting her gown. Speaking of her gown, it was a beautiful red color with a lacy outer skirt. More lacy designs covered the short sleeves,  neckline, and black gloves on her hands. Charlie’s hair was done up in a bun with a braid around it. Completing the look was her tiara and a black veil.

 

Somehow that veil was fitting, as this felt more like a funeral than a wedding. 

 

But despite that, she looked beautiful.

 

“Can I get some privacy please?” Charlie asked the cannibettes, who all curtsied and left the room, each of them giving Vaggie dirty looks. She glared right back.

 

As soon as the door closed, there was some silence between the girls. 

 

“Hey… you look great.” The moth was the first to break the tension. 

 

“Thanks…” The future queen blushed, “So do you.”

 

Vaggie looked down at the rose red dress she had, and smiled, “Thanks.”

 

Another bout of silence…

 

Charlie sighed as she stepped towards who was soon to be her ex-girlfriend, “I can’t believe I’m doing this… after today, everything is gonna change. For everyone.”

 

“I know… and I hate it.” Vaggie frowned, “I hate everything about this bullshit.”

 

“Me too… but… it’s the only way to ensure everyone’s safety. I’m the Princess… and a princess does what needs to be done for her people.”

 

“I don’t see anything beneficial about this for anyone except for that shitlord.”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“I just wish there was another way…”

 

“I do too…”

 

Before another word could be said, the door once again opened, revealing to be Rosie, also well dressed for the wedding. There was a smirk on her face, “It’s time, Charlie. Your future hubby is ready to make you his.” She called.

 

Vaggie turned to scowl at the cannibal overlord, but Charlie took a deep breath and began stepping toward the door, “Alright… let’s get this over with…”

 

It was as if time was slowing down… the closer she got to the door. Vaggie watched her go… a wave of emotions running through her mind. Was this happening? Was this really happening…?

 

“NO!”

Rushing forward, the angel grabbed onto her princess’ arm, pulling her back, “Charlie! Please! Please don’t do this!” She began to beg, tears welling up, “Don’t give yourself up to Alastor! I can’t let you! I can’t lose you!”

 

Charlie felt her own tears forming, “I… I have no choice, Vaggie. This is the only way to keep you safe… I made a deal with Alastor, remember?”

 

“Fuck the deal! I don’t care! Let’s run away!”

 

“What?”

 

“Run away! We can ditch this whole thing and just leave. Go to another Ring and hide! Where we won’t have to ever be apart!”

 

Sighing, the princess turned to cup Vaggie’s face in her hands, “I can’t do that. I can’t just abandon my people like that. If I bail, then Alastor will be pissed. I’m heir to throne, what kind of Queen would I be if I did that?”

 

The moth frowned, “It’s not like people ever respected you to begin with. Nobody will care if you disappear.”

 

Charlie scowled slightly, “What about Angel? Husk? Niffty? Pentious? They all care. And the hotel. I can’t give up on my dream like that. Vaggie… I wish I could call this all off… but I just can’t do that.”

 

Rosie watched this scene all amused, “I just love a lover’s squabble. But we’re gonna have to cut this short, ladies. Alastor won’t like to be kept waiting too long.”

 

“FUCK HIM AND YOU, BITCH!” Vaggie screamed, tightening her grip on Charlie, who only pulled away, “Charlie, NO! DON’T DO THIS!”

 

“I… I’m so sorry, Vaggie…” The princess felt awful, even as her angel fell to her knees in desperation, “I gotta get out there now.”

 

“Please… don’t. Don’t do this…” Tears were now streaming.

 

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby. I’ll make sure of it. I love you so much…”

 

With that, Vaggie reluctantly allowed her grip to loosen, letting Charlie resume walking out of the room. Rosie followed, giving the moth one last smug look before closing the door… leaving her to sob on the floor…

 

“Looking back… I’ll admit it was pretty selfish of me to even think of running away with you.” Vaggie frowned, “To ask you to abandon your responsibilities like that.”

 

“Don’t blame yourself…” Charlie embraced her girlfriend, “I get why you wanted to do that. And honestly… at the time, I kinda considered it. If I had any say, I would happily fuck off to another ring of Hell with you… but so much was at stake.”

 

“I know. That’s why I feel so bad about the way I reacted to everything. You were doing everything out of love, yet I convinced myself you were being selfish when it was me.”

 

“You’re not selfish, Vaggie. You were… just scared of losing me. And you had every right to be. But in the end, it all turned out alright. We didn’t lose each other. And everything’s okay… just barely, but I think we’re making progress…”

 

Progress that could get fucked up if that piece of shit shows his face again. Vaggie thought. 

 

“And if he does come back…” Charlie continued, “We’ll be ready for him… hopefully. One thing I won’t let happen, is him destroying everything again. And I won’t let him tear us apart again.”

 

“I know you won’t.” 

 

“No matter what happens, as long as we have each other, we can get through anything.”

 

The two girls hugged, unaware that Carmilla was watching them from the doorway. She believed this is what was needed for the queen and her angel. A talk. A reminder of their love for one another. The weapers dealer smiled. It was amazing just how much that love prevailed after everything. 

 

It just showed how much Charlie cared. How much Vaggie cared. That even if Alastor tries to return, they won’t let him destroy their bond like he had before. 

 

The future of Hell was looking to be bright with such strong women in charge. 

 

“All is well…?” She asked, stepping back into the room. 

 

Vaggie nodded, standing and retrieving her spear, “Yeah. I’m ready to continue. My head feels a bit clearer now.”

 

“Hey, Carmilla.” Charlie stood as well, “Do you… do you think you could teach me some of your moves too? I’m not a fighter, but I wouldn’t mind learning some stuff in case of… future events.”

 

“I’d be more than honored.” Carmilla grinned with a bow, “To teach our wonderful Queen.”

 

Wonderful?

 

She thought she was… wonderful?

 

Hearing that overwhelmed said queen with tears. Not because it was such a sweet thing to say, but because she believed she didn’t deserve it. Was she really that wonderful even after everything that’s happened to her people?

 

But she felt Vaggie take her hand, “You are, sweetie. You’re amazing.”

 

Amazing…

 

Charlie thought back to all the praise she got at Verosika’s party. How, even with everyone who suffered because of Alastor, nobody ever blamed her for not helping or not doing anything. So… maybe she really was a good queen.

 

Maybe she was a great leader for her people…

And just maybe… she really was wonderful and amazing.

Notes:

Out for Love featuring Charlie, anyone?

So we get to see Chaggie's last moments before the wedding, and as you can tell, it didn't end very well. But can you blame Vaggie for wanting to just take Charlie and run away? Of course, that wouldn't've solved anything. Will she ever have the courage to tell Charlie about Alastor's return? Hopefully before it's too late.

Next chapter, we'll focus a bit more on what the other residence and staff of the hotel think of Adria. Do they like her? You'll find out soon enough. Til then, I'll see you guys later.

And please take care of yourselves. Your mental health is IMPORTANT! Love you! :)

Chapter 13: Radio Recap

Summary:

Adria's settled into the hotel, but now she has questions about Alastor's reign. So Angel and Husk decide to spill all the details.

Notes:

Hello, my friends! I'm back with a new chapter of RIRR. We'll see Adria interacting with Husk, Angel, and Niffty. And a brief rundown of how they, and the other guests feel about her. Plus, you'll get a speedrun recap of the events of Radio Reign. Not everything will be mentioned, but a few key moments are brought up. Let's see how it goes! Enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions and brief discussion about physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

The arrival of Adria at the hotel had… various reactions.

 

There were those who welcomed her with open arms (Charlie, Niffty, Angel, Dia, and Summer)

 

Others who were suspicious of her (Vaggie and Husk).

 

And the rest could really care less or were just indifferent. (Mara, Martha, and Baxter).

 

In the almost now two months since the angel-like demoness had moved in, she told various stories about her life, about her family, and some of her regrets which led her to fall into Hell in the first.

 

She was an open book… but at the same time… still very mysterious. 

 

Niffty seemed to be the one to connect to her the most. The maid was very interested in her stories and hobbies, which involved writing and listening to the radio. Adria even told fictional tales, some involving gore and murder, which Niffty was very keen on (a little less than before).

 

Dia and Summer bonded with the demoness over her choice of fashion. She seemed to prefer wearing short dresses of gray or black colors, complete with stockings and gloves. They found it very stylish, and often invited her to accompany them on shopping trips. Angel sometimes joined as well. 

 

Sometimes, she engaged in conversation with Mara and Martha, stating that the two of them reminded her of her mother, which flattered them. Or she would give scientific advice to Baxter, who didn’t really need it, but it was appreciated. 

 

Charlie continued to do her best to make Adria feel welcome. And it seemed to be working, as the demoness was starting to become particularly close to her…

 

… Much to Vaggie’s dismay.

 

The moth was still slightly wary of the newcomer. There was still a chance of her having something to do with Alastor. Everything about her was just… strange. The constant smile, red glowing eyes, and that damn radio that Adria seemed to like carrying around. She stated that it helps soothe her mind and reminds her of home…

 

But Vaggie wasn’t sure if she believed that or not. At the same time, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions too fast like she had on Adria’s first day. Because there was still a chance that the girl was just… well, a simple sinner looking for redemption. 

 

Thankfully, Husk still shared her concerns, so it wasn’t like she was going crazy.

 

The bartender also kept a close eye on the newest guest. He had a feeling she had to be Alastor in disguise, or at the very least working with him like Vaggie initially thought. And not just because of the eyes and smile. Some of her mannerisms were very reminiscent of the Radio Demon.

 

The politeness, the lack of interest in watching television when invited, and what seemed to be an obsession with that radio. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

 

Husk was honestly waiting for the day she’d screw up and expose herself. Alastor might be clever, but even he could be sloppy sometimes. 

 

Whether or not that day will come, only time will tell.

 

For now, he just watched her… watched as she sat in the parlor, reading a book with, of course, the radio by her side. Husk didn’t know what it was, but for some reason, despite his suspicions, he had a hard time figuring Adria out.

 

And this was the cat who could read everyone like a book. Yet knowing anything about this girl put him at a roadblock.

 

All he knew was that she loved radio, reading, vintage antiques, and seemed to like hanging around all the girls, especially Charlie. Which is something Vaggie came to him groaning about, worried for her princess. Although Husk assured her that the queen could take care of herself if anything were to happen, he understood her worries. 

 

Other than that… there wasn’t much to Adria. She barely even elaborated on her sins. All everyone knew from what she did say was that she did ‘favors’ and ‘shady’ business for people to help her family. 

 

And that could mean anything.

 

Then again, it’s not like she had to explain her whole life. Nobody was entitled to that.

 

“Hey, Whiskers. Ya eyein’ the new chick? Looking for a good time?”

 

Husk scowled as he looked at Angel who was sitting in front of him. Oh yeah, he was here too, “No. I’m just… watching her.”

 

“Is there a difference?”

 

“... No, but I’m just making sure she don’t cause any trouble.”

 

“Why would she?”

 

“Haven’t you noticed some similarities between her and a certain other person we know?”

 

Angel looked over at Adria, confused at first, before he started to connect the dots, “Oh… she’s just like Smiles…”

 

“Exactly.” The cat nodded, “I don’t trust her. She seems real shitty.”

 

“I dunno. She’s been here a while, ain’t she? If she was up to something, don’t ya think she would’ve done somethin’ by now?”

 

Husk raised an eyebrow, “Al fucked off for seven years before doing anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if this girl was just waiting for the right opportunity.”

 

The two of them looked back at the girl, who made no indication that she heard them or was even listening to their conversation. Angel had to admit, maybe his feline friend had a point. Although he had gotten along well with Adria, he saw her as a pretty big mystery too.

 

Just like with Alastor.

 

And he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

 

After being confronted by the overlord over two months ago, the spider was feeling a bit more anxious, and he would hate if someone he considered now a close acquaintance was a traitor. It would be like a reverse of Pentious in a way. A weird one.

 

“Maybe it’s all just that. She’s like Al, but she had nothing to do with him.” He tried to rationalize, “A lot of people like radios, and it ain’t always ‘cause of him.”

 

“True. Vaggie thinks the same. She has a bad feelin’ ‘bout her too.” Husk responded, “But doesn’t wanna act in the case she is just a normal girl. I just hope it won’t come back to bite us in the ass.”

 

“I sure hope not either. I’d hate for us all to have our rears bitten.”

 

Both Husk and Angel jumped when Adria appeared next to them, causing the former to lean back, and the latter to tumble off his barstool. But the demoness continued to smile like she hadn’t just jumpscared them. She set her radio down on the bar.

 

“Fuck! Jesus, girl. Don’t you ever make any sounds?!” Angel exclaimed in annoyance, getting up and rubbing his sore behind.

 

“My apologies. My father always did say I was light on my feet.” She giggled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just wondering if we could have a conversation.”

 

“Conversation? ‘Bout what?” Husk asked.

 

“There were a few things I was curious about.”

 

Adria rested her arms on the bar as she continued, “I wish to know more… about the Radio Reign.”

 

Both the cat and spider exchanged looks of surprise. They didn’t expect her to ask that. Seeing their perplexed looks, she explained, “I had wanted to ask Charlie more about it, but I know it’s quite the touchy subject for her. So I was wondering if you could explain it to me, from your point of view.”

 

“Is that really our story to tell?” Angel whispered to Husk.

 

“We were all part of it, so I guess it’s alright.” He shrugged.

 

“Okay, then. You want the full story, toots? Ya got it! I gotta warn ya, it’s a fucked up story.”

 

Adria just smiled, “I’m used to ‘fucked’ up. I can handle it.”

 

“... Right. So, it started out like any other day. Charlie was gonna hang out with her folks, the King and Queen, while Vaggie and Alastor were gonna be in charge and shit. I was fightin’ with Pentious, the snake guy, you might’ve heard of him. His eggs got in my personal stuff. Vaggie was ‘bout to break it up when ‘BOOM’! We hear this explosion outside the hotel. And then Charlie comes down cryin’ and sayin’ her folks were dead.”

 

They saw the girl’s eyes widen a little in surprise, but she made no comment. Husk decided to continue, “And that’s when Alastor shows up and reveals that he killed the King and Queen. Not only that, he absorbed their powers and magic, making him the most powerful demon in Hell.”

 

“He tried to kill me and Vags with his tentacles, which was kinda kinky, I’m not gonna lie,” Angel smirked for a moment,”...and burn the hotel to the ground, but Charlie begged for a way to solve this, so he… asked her to marry him.”

 

“Oh my…” Adria gasped.

 

“I know. Poor Charls’ didn’t have much of a choice at this point, so she accepted. It was honestly fucked up. The wedding was nice and the food was good, but what really shocked us was that Al confessing that he loved her.”

 

“And it was a shitty obsessive and possessive love.” Husk added, “That son of a bitch abused the princess to literal hell and back. He treated her like a toy to break, put back together, and then break again. Like a puppy to kick over and over. He… did a lot of fucked up shit to her.”

 

There was a moment of silence between the three of them. The angel like demoness took Angel’s hand, “Oh wow. Poor Charlie. This Alastor sounds horrible. I wouldn’t want to marry someone like that.”

 

“No kiddin’.” The spider nodded, “And then there was the weddin’ night! That asshole had the ‘brilliant’ idea of broadcasting himself… uh…”

 

He didn’t want to say it out loud, as he started to have flashbacks to not only that night, but also his own experiences with Valentino. Husk patted his shoulder, before looking at Adria, “Yeah, he… he really hurt the princess. And wanted everyone in Hell to know it. All you could hear was her screaming for him to stop.”

 

“It… it was awful…”

 

Niffty had popped up out of nowhere, having heard the conversation while she was sweeping. The little maid had a somber look on her face, “Poor Charlie was crying and hurting. She begged for Alastor to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. I cried too, hearing that over the radio.”

 

Now that surprised Angel and Husk, who until now, didn’t really know how Niffty felt during that night. They wondered if this was when her admiration for Alastor started to dwindle. But now, the bartender pulled her in for a hug. 

 

Adria gave a sympathetic look, “I can tell this is a very sensitive subject. Can you tell me more that doesn’t involve that?”

 

“Sure thing. So for the first six months or so, things seemed… calm.” Angel continued, “Al actually got me out of my contract with my old boss, and continued to let me stay at the hotel as long as I did chores and stuff. It wasn’t too bad, but boring as hell. A lot of other shit happened. My girl buddy, Cherri, came to visit, and we did a bunch of activities. But she got kicked out after pissing Al off.”

 

“We then went out in the city for some fun!” Niffty added with a smile, “I met so many bad boys and killed so many bugs! But then we got in trouble with Alastor for leaving without permission.”

 

“Oh yeah. And he used some fucked up torture to break our bodies. Oh, the pain… and he forced us to listen on the radio as he beat Charlie."

 

“My goodness.” Adria gasped, “That had to have hurt.”

 

“It did…” Husk spoke, “But I tell ya, the real bullshit happened during the celebrations. Vaggie ended up forming this rebellion to stage a coup against Al. They attacked during the parade, but got caught. He sentenced Vaggie to death.”

 

“Ooh. And yet she’s still here.”

 

Angel nodded, “Yep. Cause Charlie saved her. We had banded together to fight that asshole once and for all. And in the end, we won… but…” He then sighed, “We lost some people along the way. Cherri… Pentious… Al killed them.”

 

“But then they reappeared in Heaven!” Niffty added again, “And the angels even came to help!”

 

“The angels?” Adria looked surprised, “Aren’t they Hell’s sworn enemies?”

 

Husk shrugged, “Well, the Exorcists are, but even they came. They used to be led by Adam, the First Man. But Niff here put his lights out for good during the last Extermination, so they’re led by someone else now. His right hand, if you will.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“All in all, everything’s alright now.” Angel concluded, “Charlie’s leading Hell, Cherri and Pentious are gonna get married in Heaven, and Alastor… well… um…”

 

Silence fell over the group as they once again realized that not everything was as well as they hoped. Adria took note of their expressions, her smile growing ever so wider. If they had noticed at all, they didn’t knowledge it. 

 

“Do you believe this Alastor might make a return in the future?” She asked innocently.

 

“... We wouldn’t be surprised if he did. But he might already have…”

 

It was a subtle reveal of their encounter with the Radio Demon. But the group wasn’t ready to reveal that information at least until Charlie was informed. They hoped Vaggie wouldn’t take forever to break the news to her. It was already two months. 

 

But the angelic like demoness continued to smile, “What an interesting tale. You all sure have gone through a lot. It’s miracle you even survived.”

 

Niffty giggled, “It’s a good thing too! But sometimes, Charlie is still sad. But we try to make her feel better. We love her as much as she loves us.”

 

“Oh, there you are!”

Speak of the Devil’s daughter.

 

Charlie herself came walking over to the bar, eyeing Adria the whole time, “Hi, I was looking for you, ‘Dri.” She smiled, calling her by the nickname she gave her, “I have something really exciting to tell you. Both you and Niffty, actually.”

 

Both girls listened as the queen continued, “I was thinking of having a Girls’ Night. You, me, Vaggie, our lady guests, and a few other ladies hanging out. It’ll be like one big sleepover.”

 

“Oooh! That sounds like fun!” The maid beamed.

 

“Would you like to join us as well, ‘Dri? I know you prefer to be alone sometimes, but it’ll be a nice chance for you to get to know everyone a little better.”

 

The angelic-like demoness looked away in thought, her fingers tapping her radio. After a few seconds, she looked back with a smile, “I’d love to. This little get-together sounds intriguing.”

 

Charlie smiled back, “Oh, great! I think Saturday night should work. I’ll tell Vaggie, and then we can go shopping for some snacks and movies. You don’t mind, do ya? I know you’re not too interested in TV.”

 

Adria waved her off, “It’s fine. If the picture shows you pick out are interesting, I might consider watching.”

 

“Goody!”

 

Angel faced the girls with a smirk, “Hey, got room for one more?” He asked with a wink.

 

“Ain’t you hear her? It’s girls’ night.” Husk reminded him, “And you’re a guy.”

 

 “So? I got some feminine charm! I can blend right in.”

 

But the queen smiled sympathetically, “Sorry, Angel. Husk’s right. This is just for the ladies. But hey, maybe you can have a Boy’s Night.”

 

That made the spider perk up a bit, this time winking at the bartender, who rolled his eyes, “That don’t sound too bad. Just you, me…”

 

“And Baxter!” Niffty giggled.

 

“... I was gonna say somethin' else, but yeah, him too, I guess.”

 

“And any guy friends you have can join too,” Charlie added.

 

With that, all three of the girls had left the bar, all chatting about the time they were going to have, leaving Angel and Husk alone at the bar yet again. Their minds went back to Adria and the conversation they had.

 

Just by their interactions, Angel could now see the similarities she had with Alastor. He now understood why Husk was suspicious of her. But he still believed she could be innocent. It had to be a coincidence, right?

 

“The new chick’s strange…” He said after a moment. 

 

“Exactly…” His feline friend replied, “And that’s why I’m keeping a close eye on her. With Al on the loose, we gotta be on the lookout for any bullshit he’ll send our way…”

 

“I get it. I really hope she’s a good one, though. We need another good one…” 

 

“I hope so too, kid… and I hope we ain’t make a mistake in telling her about everything that’s happened.”

 

The two of them continued to chat… but had they been paying attention… they probably would’ve noticed a sinisterly grinning shadow on the wall…

Notes:

Uh oh, you had better watch out guys. Someone's watching...

Angel and Niffty seem to like Adria enough, but Husk, like Vaggie, is still suspicious. We'll see if the suspicions ring true in the future. For now, it'll be a night of fun for the girls next chapter, with some more familiar faces joining the party. Until then, I'll see you guys late. And don't forget to comment, please! Thank you! :)

Chapter 14: Ladies Night

Summary:

Charlie hosts Ladies Night for her patrons and guests, engages in conversations, and a magical item has her questioning the future.

Notes:

HIIII! I'm back with a new chapter of RIRR! After three months of nothing, I finally had the motivation to write! I thank you for your patient.

This will focus on the ladies night Charlie mentioned in the previous chapter. We'll see familiar faces, including those from Helluva Boss, and interesting interactions. Plus a new little idea I came up with after watching a music video for Descendants: Rise of Red. I hope you enjoy!

PS: The Radio Reign/Rooted story takes place in a universe where the events of Helluva Boss episodes Ghostf*ckers, Mastermind, and Sinsmas have not occurred, as I started on this story before they aired. So those eps don't exist in this AU. The only thing that's canon is Millie's pregnancy, though I came up with that before those ep too.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

Charlie checked, double checked, and triple checked her list. She had to make sure she had all the right snacks, movies, and other stuff needed for the Girls’ Night. She made sure to check with all the ladies on their preferences. Not only that, but she had to make sure her room was tidy as well, since this was also a sleepover.

 

This had to be perfect. 

 

As soon as she made sure everything was set in place, she went over the list of guests. A few of them she wanted to invite had other plans, such as Verosika who had a concert, and Via, who was attending a Goetia function. 

 

Of course, her sweet Vaggie was at the top.

 

Of the hotel guests and staff, there was Niffty, Mara, Martha, Dia, Summer, and Adria.

 

As for the rest, she had Odette, Clara, Velvette, Penny, Lotus, and Tana (Verosika’s fans), Loona (Blitzo’s daughter), and… Millie… who, along with Penny, suffered tragedy at the hands of Alastor. 

 

Charlie felt compelled to invite those two, both to get to know them better, and to extend her condolences to them and their families. It was good that she already knew Penny, but Millie… 

 

The former princess was nervous about meeting this impette for the first time. Would Millie hate her for not doing more for the people? For allowing so much to go on for so long? If that was the case, then a lot of people should hate her right now.

 

Don’t think like that, Charlie. You didn’t know all that Alastor did. It’s not your fault… you’re not to blame… everyone knows that… you know that…

 

Everything’s gonna be okay… it’s gonna be just fine…

 

“Everything good, hon?” Vaggie had asked from the parlor, breaking the queen out of her thoughts.

 

“Uh, yeah. It looks like we got everything. I think we’re all set for our Girls’ Night. Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun… but, I’m so nervous. What if something goes wrong? What if I screw something up and they all hate me?!”

“It’s gonna be fine. There’s nothing to worry about. If anything happens… we’ll take care of it.”

 

“Right… you’re right… we will.” 

 

That’s when Husk lifted a crate full of wine on top of the bar, “Alright. I got the chardonnay, pinot noirs, and other shit all in different colors. This enough for your party?” He asked.

 

Charlie smiled, “It looks great. Thanks, Husk. I hope you have fun with the Guys’ Night. Where did you say you were going again?”

 

“Some fancy new club Angel said opened recently. I ain’t really expectin’ much, but you ladies will have the hotel all to yourselves, so you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout Angel fucking things up.”

 

As if on cue, the spider demon walked down the stairs, all decked out in club attire. He sent a smirk towards Husk’s way, “Oh, I’ll be fuckin’ alright! Fuckin’ around will all the sexy dudes that will be filling up that place! I am so ready!” 

 

Vaggie rolled her eyes, while Charlie just giggled, “Just remember to be careful, Angel. You, Husk, and…”

 

“Baxie! Don’t miss me too much! And don’t let any girls take my bad boy away from me!” 

 

Niffty’s little voice rang out as she stood in a corner with Baxter. The two were having a quick conversation. The scientist blushed, but smiled, “You don’t have to worry about me, Niffty. I only plan to observe and research at this get together.” He assured her. 

 

“Well, okay. But if any girls try to touch you… I’ll stab them with my needles!”

 

Her tone became slightly manic, but she quickly went back to cheery as she pecked Baxter on the cheek, before joining the other girls in the parlor. After a few more goodbyes, the boys went on their way out the door.

 

And not long after, the lady guests started to turn up. 

 

First were the Carmine sisters, each carrying overnight bags. The sisters looked beyond excited to even be here, as Vaggie was first to greet them, “Hey, you three. Glad you could make it.”

 

Clara smiled, “We are, too. Besides, this gives Mom some time to herself. I think she needs a break from three young and rambunctious girls.”

 

“So… how has she been since… Zestial…?”

 

“She seems to have moved on a bit.” Odette answered, “There are days where she’s still grieving, but for the most part, she’s doing well.”

 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but I miss that old coot.” Velvette added, “I can see why Mum was fond of him.”

 

Vaggie nodded, “That’s good…”

 

Charlie frowned a bit. She knew that Carmilla was close to the ancient overlord. And although she didn’t know Zestial too well, she understood how influential and infamous he was. It only made her once again feel awful for the souls she couldn’t save.

 

Especially since Zestial was one of the few higher ups to support the hotel. 

 

She wondered if Carmilla secretly resented her.

 

She wondered if anyone secretly resented her. 

 

No. They don’t. It’s not your fault, Charlie. Besides, Alastor had you trapped, and Zestial made a heroic sacrifice. 

 

“Well, you can be rest assured that Zestial will be honored during the Blood Festival.” The queen spoke up, “As well as everyone who died during the Radio Reign.”

 

“I think Mother will appreciate that.” Odette smiled, her sister nodding in agreement. 

 

Just then, the door opened again, and a trio of girls walked in next. Charlie instantly recognized them from Verosika’s party, “Hi again! Welcome!”

 

“So this is the famous Hazbin Hotel?” Lotus asked as she, Tana, and Penny looked around. 

 

“Actually, it’s the Happy Hotel now. Rebranded back to its original name after… you know.”

 

“I like it. It’s big and pretty.” Penny gushed, “The decor is appealing to look at. If I were a sinner, I’d definitely stay here.” She was the first to approach Charlie, “It’s so nice to see you again, Your Highness. Thank you for inviting us.”

 

The queen smiled, “I’m glad you could make it. And please… just call me Charlie. No need for formalities around here.”

 

Not even a minute later, and the door opened again, and in entered a hellhound and another impette… a heavily pregnant one.

 

Charlie knew who this was.

 

“Yeah, Dad! This is the place! You can go!” The hellhound shouted over her shoulder out the door, before returning her attention to the phone in her hand.

 

“Hi! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! I’m glad you could be here for our Ladies Night!” Charlie greeted the duo, “You must be… Toona?”

 

“Loona.”

 

“Right, right. Sorry. I spoke with your dad at Verosika’s party a few months ago. He’s really nice… even though he offered his killing service.”

 

“Yeah. He can be a nutjob… but I love him.” Loona gave a small grin.

 

“And you…” The blonde turned her attention to the impette, “You’re Millie, right?”

 

“Damn straight, girl.” She responded with an adorable southern twang to her voice, “I’m so happy to be here! You won’t believe how hard it was to convince my husband to let me come. He’s been so worried ever since we found out about our bun in the oven.”

 

She rubbed her swollen belly, smiling down at it lovingly. Charlie smiled as well, “Oh, congratulations, Millie. I know you and your husband must be so happy. How much longer do you have?”

 

“At least another couple of weeks. As you can see, I’m ‘bout ready to pop. Which is one of the reasons Moxxie didn’t want me coming here. He’s sweet, but Satan if he ain’t overbearin’. I still love that possum!” Millie giggled.

 

Okay. So far, so good. Charlie mentally sighed in relief. It seemed that Millie didn’t hate her. She didn’t even bring up the Wrath Massacre. And there was no need to, at least not in front of everyone.

 

Vaggie clapped to get everyone’s attention, “Okay, girls. If you’ll follow me to the parlor, we’ve got snacks and drinks. There’s enough for everyone, so don’t be hogging anything.”

 

All of the guests ventured after the angel. Millie was going to follow afterwards, but noticed the queen sort of trailing behind, looking concerned “Are you alright, ya highness?”

 

“Mm? Oh yeah. I’m fine… and I wanna ask… are you okay, Millie? How have you been since… well… uh, you know…”

 

The impette understood what she was trying to say, and looked somber, “Oh, well, it’s been alright… pretty rough. My families ranch is slowly going back to normal… my mama, sister, and brother are doin’ alright. Sallie May wanted to come, but there was still a lot of work to do…”

 

Charlie took her hands, “Millie…. I’m so sorry… I honestly had no idea that had happened… I think Alastor hid it from me…”

 

“He hid it from everyone outside of Wrath. There were no news reports, online articles, fuckin’ nothin’. It’s like he didn’t want it to get a lot of attention…”

 

The way Millie spoke with such disdain when talking about Alastor wasn’t lost of the demon royal. And she didn’t blame her. That monster attacked her family. And even if it’s been at least a year since then, she still held resentment over it.

 

“And the worst part is… we still don’t know why he did it. From what I’ve been told… he just showed up with his cannibal crew and… started wreaking havoc. Was my family being punished? Or was he just fuckin’ shit up to fuck shit up?”

 

“I… I wish I had an answer, Millie… but honestly… I think Alastor just wanted… to instill fear… to show just how much power he held over everyone.”

 

The impette sighed, “And I wanna know, how are you feeling? I’m not the only one to lose family… I know you were sufferin’ too.”

 

“I’m… fine.” Charlie admitted, “Some days are hard… very, very, hard. But I try to keep going as best as I can. To try and make things right for Hell again… I’m actually a little shocked nobody hates me for any of this… I know it’s not my fault… but sometimes I can’t help but feel… responsible…”

 

Millie just gave the girl a hug. This small gesture was enough to make Charlie want to burst into tears, but she kept it in. Tonight was supposed to be fun.

 

No time for crying.

 

So after returning the hug, the two girls joined the rest of the ladies into the parlor, where Vaggie was busy passing out the snacks. 

 

From there, Charlie tried to get to know everyone a little better. She attempted to try one of her hotel trust activities by going around the room for the girls to tell something about themselves. It started off well, before erupting into teasing about certain facts, and eventually a physical altercation that Vaggie had to break up.

 

Velvette soon started a livestream about the Girls’ Night. She chatted about whatever activity they were doing, all while adding her own snide little remarks in between. She especially managed to catch a moment where Mara and Martha were making out during a game of Twister. Or how Charlie and Vaggie kept losing at a questionnaire to with Clara and Lotus.

 

Other moments included Niffty being a pro at karaoke, Odette listing all she knew about her mothers weapons, and a very in depth discussion about a comedy film that Millie chose. 

 

It was going great for the most part.

 

Charlie soon retreated to her bedroom for a moment. The next activity was dressing up for a pretend fashion show (Velvette’s idea), and she wanted to use some of her own clothing and jewelry.

 

Even as royalty, she always considered herself someone who loved more causal clothes. If she had to do formal, she’d wear a suit (like her hotel tux), or in some cases, a light fitting dress. Which is why she hated how Alastor and Rosie forced her in such vintage outfits during the Radio Reign.

 

It’s not that she disliked vintage. After all, she was born in the early 1800s, and her family used to dress that way back then. But as time and the world evolved, so did her wardrobe. But with the way Alastor was trying to mold her into the ‘perfect’ subservient wife… the beautiful, yet stuffy early 1900s dresses, hats, and shoes were uncomfortable.

 

And don’t get her started on the tight corsets…

 

So it was relief to open the door to her closet, and see a variety of clothing from different eras, and not just one.

 

Charlie picked outfits she felt fit her friends and guests best, and sat them on the bed before heading to her vanity to pick out the jewelry and makeup. Although she didn’t tend to doll herself up a lot, she didn’t mind applying blush or putting on earrings every now and then. 

 

But it was at that moment when she opened her drawer… she noticed something she forget she even had.

 

… A golden apple shaped pocket mirror.

 

A gift from her mother.

 

But it wasn’t just a mirror… the glass was made from looking magic. Mom explained that it can see anything. The past, the present… and the future. But only if one commanded to see a certain thing, if they truly wanted to. Otherwise, it worked as a regular mirror. 

 

Charlie had remembered just using it as a mirror to check her hair or face a long time ago, not really seeing a need to look into the past or see the future. Part of living life was being surprised and making her own dreams come true… that’s the way she saw it. 

 

But… as she stared at the mirror… and thought about everything she went through… the queen couldn’t help but wonder.

 

What could be in store for her in the future?

 

What might happen with Hell or her friends?

 

Was there anything she had to watch out for…?

 

Other than Alastor’s eventual return that she hopes doesn’t happen but knows will happen anyway because there was no way he was going to stay away forever.

 

I’m so tempted to look… but I like to make my own future. I shouldn’t let a little mirror affect that… but maybe a tiny peek wouldn’t hurt.

 

After mentally arguing with herself, Charlie picked up the mirror, and with a deep breath… she opened it.

 

“Show me… a small peek of what MIGHT, and that’s a very big MIGHT, happen.” She commanded.

 

The mirror shimmered for a moment… before an image popped up. 

 

What Charlie saw shocked and confused her.

 

It appeared to be a face… but a closeup as only the eyes and hair were visible. And speaking of which, the eyes were glowing red, not too different from how her own eyes glowed when she went into her full demon mode… but these eyes appeared sharper… and more sinister…  

 

And then there was the hair… it was black with a few red highlights, and the way it flowed made it look like fire flickering.

 

The blonde shut the mirror quickly. There was something about that that disturbed her. 

 

Who the hell was that?

 

And why were they staring so sinisterly?

 

Was this the future she had to watch out for?

 

Maybe it’s nothing. It’s just something that might happen. Doesn’t mean it will happen. Don’t be paranoid, Charlie. Everything’s gonna be alright… it’ll be just fine…

 

Setting the mirror down, Charlie grabbed the jewelry, outfits, and left the room. She intended to put that little moment behind her. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night. 

 

Although… she couldn’t help but still think about it.

 

The fashion show soon got underway, with Velvette commentating and once again livestreaming. The ladies treated it as if it were a runway. Loona acted as the ‘photographer’. Millie was the highlight of it all, as she used her outfits to show off her baby bump. 

 

And she in turn helped Charlie look like the star as the queen, with Vaggie by her side as the ‘second queen’. 

 

By the end, hundreds of photos were taken and shared. Especially on Velvette’s socials. Angel was quick to comment his approval for the little show. 

 

Soon, the ladies began to wind down, all just sitting around the parlor to relax and just… talk. 

 

“I have to say, this little get together is getting then any man I’ve fucked up top?” Martha couldn’t help but grin.

 

“Including even my man?” Mara asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Oh, c’mon, sugar. You know fate brought us together. Besides, he wasn’t that good.”

 

“I needed another night like this. To just hang out.” Penny spoke up, “It reminds me of the times Brett and I hung out a lot…”

 

“Brett?” Charlie asked.

 

“My brother. He always liked to treat me to ice cream, a movie, or a walk in the park. He even surprised me with tickets for one of Verosika’s concerts for my birthday.”

 

Watching the impette speak so fondly of her late brother made the queen feel even more guilty than she did. No matter how many times someone told her it wasn’t her fault… she just couldn’t help but wish she could go back in time to change things… 

 

Lotus nodded, “Yeah. Before the Radio Demon took over, things were a lot simpler… but now, it feels weird. As if we all have to start over from scratch.”

 

“You got that right.” Loona agreed, looking up from her phone, “My dad’s killing business had to be put on hold since that asshole took our only ticket to even perform our jobs. And now that we got it back, we’re kinda getting back in the groove.”

 

“Not that we didn’t have experience from before.” Millie added, “I’ve been kinda takin’ a break since I’ve been carrying my little one. But fuck, I can’t wait ‘til I get back in the game myself! Although… I’m worried… my job is really dangerous… and I’m not sure if I can juggle bein’ a Mama and an assassin…”

 

Everyone around her understood her worries. Becoming a mother was already a big responsibility, but with a job as risky as Millie’s… there was that concern of whether or not what she’s doing is putting her child in danger. 

 

“When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified.” She continued, “This was when that red bitch was still in charge. It had barely been a week since he murdered my daddy and brothers… I was scared to even bring a baby into this world with him around. What if he tried to kill my baby? I wouldn’t put it past him. But my sister, and Moxxie… sweet, sweet, Moxxie… he helped me… he supported me no matter what I decided to do… and in the end… I decided that I was ready for whatever the future might’ve held… and that I would give my baby the best life they could get.”

 

Odette and Clara smiled as the former spoke, “That’s so sweet and brave. Our mother had similar worries for us. She wanted to protect us as best as she could.”

 

“Especially after Alastor threatened us a lot, and even more so when we got arrested during Vaggie’s big rebellion.” The latter added.

 

Vaggie herself blushed in shame, “Yeah… I’m really sorry I put you guys in danger like that. I mean, I knew what I was doing was risky, but I promised your mom I wouldn’t let anything happen.”

 

“Don’t blame yourself,” Odette assured her.

 

“Yeah, we all knew what we were getting into. We knew facing Alastor was walking into a war zone with how powerful he got.” Clara nodded.

 

“And I’d say it was worth it since we managed to beat that fucker!” Velvette spoke, “Although I do hate the fact that I… I lost my two closest associates… Vox and Val were some dumbasses, but I wouldn’t be the social media queen I am without their help. I also hate that I loss my phone.”

 

“Not like you have dozens of spares, Velvie.”

 

“But that was one of my favorites.”

 

“But I have to admit. It was shocking to see those two even involve themselves in the revolution.” Vaggie spoke, “I know Vox hated Alastor, but I didn’t think he’d really give a shit. Valentino either.”

 

Velvette groaned, “Clearly you haven’t seen the bitching Vox did ever since that bastard took away our overlord statuses. He complained 24/7 to the point where I wished Alastor would execute his ass if it got him to shut up. Wish he was more like Val, who just accepted his fate, or like me, who had to find a job to keep up the rent. And now look what’s happened!”

 

The doll then sighed, looking away. Her sisters each embraced her.

 

Charlie’s heart also went out to her. She remembered during the battle how distraught Velvette had been, especially considering that Vox and Val had sacrificed themselves to protect her. That was one of the things she admired most about the battle overall…

 

“You know… I think it’s really, really great that everyone came together to stand up to Alastor.” She said, “It didn’t matter if someone hated someone else… the fact that they put aside their differences to fight is amazing. It’s stuff like that is why I believe in redemption and second chances. I mean, look at Cherri and Sir Pentious. They fought, they fell, but then they rose in Heaven.”

 

“You think Zestial might be up there too?” Clara asked in curiosity.

 

“I don’t know. If he was, the seraphim would’ve brought it up for sure.”

 

“Well, I know for sure that my boys ain’t up there.” Velvette said, “And it’s a good thing. I don’t even wanna think of what they’d do if given the chance, redeemed or not.”

 

That sentiment was shared by the rest of the ladies.

 

“I can’t wait until Cherri and Penty’s wedding!” Niffty squeaked, “It’s gonna be so much fun, and we get to go.”

 

“Yeah. And Angel will get to see Cherri again since he’s been missing her a lot.” Vaggie added, “Do you know when it’s scheduled, babe?”

 

Charlie shook her head, “Not yet. Based on what Emily told me, they haven’t decided on a date since they’re both still kinda getting used to living in Heaven. But when I get a date, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

 

There were a few more convo’s, but as Velvette started taking selfies… Charlie then thought back to what she saw in her magic mirror… and she couldn’t help but ask a question for everyone in the room.

 

“Hey… with everything that’s happened… what do you all think the future holds?” 

 

The girls all exchanged looks with one another. That was certainly… a question no one had really thought about. Sure, some people may think about their futures, but that would be in a perfect world that wasn’t affected by the Radio Demon.

 

To everyone’s surprise, Adria, who had remained quiet for most of the night, spoke up, “The possibilities of the future is quite endless. A number of things can happen. It all depends on what you choose to do with it.”

 

Charlie nodded in understanding, “I see…”

 

“She has a point.” Vaggie added, “We’re all in charge of our own futures and what we make of it.”

 

“Well, I plan to raise a happy family with me, Moxxie, and our baby!” Millie chimed.

 

“My future will consist on a new online store, and starting up my fashion shows.” Velvette added.

 

“I hope to maybe do something other than work with my Mom’s weapon business.” Clara spoke, “I’m not so sure though. There’s so much to do, I can’t decide.”

 

Odette smiled at her little sister, “Well, whatever you choose, Mother and I will support you. I’m quite content with being part of the weaponry service myself.”

 

“I want to become a school teacher again.” Mara said.

 

“You need an assistant, darlin’?” Martha asked her partner teasingly.

 

“Maybe…”

 

“Summer and I wanna be more than just Valentino’s old groupies and actresses.” Dia spoke, “We wanna do more! Maybe act again, but do something a little more tasteful.”

 

“We could perform more! Singing, dancing…” Summer suggested. 

 

“I wanna keep cleaning and fighting bugs and loving bad boys like Baxie!” Niffty giggled.

 

“I guess I wanna continue being a protector.” Vaggie added.

 

Adria then looked back at Charlie, “And what about you , Charlie? What do you think of your future?”

 

The demon royal froze for a moment, before looking down at her hands. Her mind once again went back to the mirror… to the image of the dark haired woman she saw. She started to get a horrible feeling… that something was coming…

 

But then… she looked up at her girlfriend, her staff, her patrons, her guests… her people. 

 

She was their queen. The one they looked to. The one to fight for them in the face of danger. She couldn’t let them down… not again.

 

So with a soft smile, Charlie gave her answer. 

 

“Well… I once promised that I’d be the best damn queen Hell could have… and I insist on sticking true to that. You all are my people, and as the queen, it’s my duty to look out for your wellbeing. I want to keep improving things for Hell, to keep redeeming sinners, to bring our home back to what it was before Alastor took over. I know how deeply he hurt you. Even more so than ever.”

 

She put a hand to her heart, “He’s done a lot of damage that can’t be easily put back together, I know. But I hope to help everyone who was affected heal, because you deserve better. And I promise to protect you from any potential danger that may come our way. I failed you all once… I’m not gonna fail you again.”

 

Vaggie took her princess’ hand, “Oh, sweetie… you could never fail us…”

 

Once again, Charlie got reassurance from everyone of how great she was. It was enough to bring her to tears again. She just felt so touched by it all. And it made her more determined than ever to protect her people… especially if, or when, he returned. 

 

She looked down to see Adria taking hold of her other hand, giving a soft smile of her own. The queen smiled back. Vaggie narrowed her eyes slightly at the gesture, before quickly reminding herself that it’s just a reassurance thing. She didn’t have to worry about losing her girlfriend… not again. 

 

“And if the Radio Demon decides to show his face again… I’ll be ready for him.” Charlie declared, “I won’t let him hurt you all again! I’ll send him off the air for good!”

 

“We know you will!” Vaggie grinned, “And then we’ll see who holds the power in Hell! He’ll be so embarrassed, he’ll disappear for another seven years. Maybe even longer!”

 

The ladies began cheering and laughing, thinking of all the possible and humiliating ways Alastor could be defeated a second time. Inside, Charlie was sighing with relief at how well the Ladies Night was going. She was happy to see all the girls enjoying themselves. This is what they needed. A chance to spend time with others, interact, and engage. It was all too per-

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

The laughter ceased as everyone turned to Millie, who was holding her stomach and breathing erractically. Loona put a hand on her shoulder.

 

“Millie! What’s wrong?” Charlie asked.

 

“I… I think it’s… time…” The impette gasped out.

 

A look down, and Vaggie could see a puddle forming underneath Millie. That was all she needed to see before taking action, “Alright! Here’s what we’re gonna do. Loona, make sure she’s comfortable in a chair. Mara, grab some water. Martha, get some clothes. Velvette, call the Pentagram Medical Circle.”

 

Immediately, the respective ladies did as told. Charlie walked over to help Millie, while asking for her husband’s phone number so he could be informed. Of all things she expected to happen tonight, the girl going into labor was not one of them. 

 

But she wasn’t complaining, as long as everything went smoothly.

 

What a way to end Ladies Night. With an expected and welcome little surprise.

Notes:

Welp, Millie's in labor. Let's hope it goes well.

The magic mirror will show up again, and as the story continues, we'll learn more about what exactly Charlie saw? But she's determined to not let it come true.

Next chapter will continue the events of what happened in this chapter. And Charlie will have another talk with our favorite bartender. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you guys later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you!

The HB oneshot that takes place during the events of Radio Reign will be up as soon as I finish it. So stay tuned... ;)

Chapter 15: What's Gonna Happen?

Summary:

Charlie thinks of the little ones, meets new little ones, and has a talk with Husk about the future.

Notes:

Hi, guys! I'm back with the latest chapter. We're gonna pick up from the previous chapter, with events that have Charlie still thinking of what may happen later. But will a talk with everyone's favorite bartender ease her worries? Let's read and find out.

Warning: Contains mild talk of harm to minors.

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When it came to fixing up the Pride Ring after the Radio Reign, one of the new additions Charlie requested was a hospital. Before then, the only medical facilities were in the Sloth Ring, run by her Auntie Bel. 

 

The Pentagram Medical Circle was built mainly for sinners, as they couldn’t leave Pride, but it was also for hellborns so they wouldn’t have to travel so far. 

 

So it didn’t take the girls long at all to transport a laboring Millie there. Just about maybe five minutes.

 

Charlie, with Bel’s help, was able to recruit the best doctors, nurses, and surgeons to work. And in the end, it was working perfectly. So she trusted the team to take good care of her new impette friend.

 

Right now, she and Vaggie were sitting in the waiting room, a few hours after Millie’s water broke. The queen insisted they stay just to make sure everything went smoothly. Niffty stayed behind with the other ladies to hold down the fort. 

 

Moxxie had been informed of his wife’s labor, and immediately came to the hospital in a near panic. He currently was in the back with Millie. 

 

“Well… not how I expected our Ladies Night to turn out.” Vaggie said, looking up from a magazine.

 

Charlie smiled, “Yeah. But it was worth it, since soon, we’ll get to meet a cute little baby. A baby that won’t have to deal with any hardships hopefully. It honestly got me thinking… of all the babies born during Alastor’s reign. Of what their families had to deal with because of him… you don’t think he would’ve actually hurt one, right? He may be a sadistic person, but he’s not that cruel… right?”

 

She didn’t want to think of the possibility of Alastor harming any child, let alone an infant. He, from what she had observed before on a few occasions, wasn’t too fond of children. Not that he outright hated them, but he found kids to be annoying at best, and insufferable at worst, so he kept his distance. He also stated he wasn’t above striking a child if they annoyed him too much, something Charlie didn’t approve of. 

 

The only kids he didn’t seem to mind were the young tykes of Cannibal Town. 

 

Vaggie scowled slightly, “I honestly wouldn’t put it past him. While I don’t think I’ve heard anything about him doing that the past year, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did, and that’s another thing he hid.”

 

That made her girlfriend sigh. It was already bad enough to learn of his secret ‘activities’... if he did indeed hurt a kid… she’d never forgive herself for that. If there’s one thing Charlie hated, was seeing children being put in harm's way, accidentally or intentionally. 

 

And after everything the Radio Demon’s put her through… she hated to even imagine what he’d do to a young girl. 

 

But he wouldn’t do that, right? He’s an abuser, but he’s not a predator… except when it came to me…

 

Charlie shook her head, no longer wanting to dwell on those uneasy thoughts, so she changed the subject, “But speaking of kids… I was thinking… do you think there’s anything we can do for the little cannibals?”

 

“The little cannibals?” The moth asked. 

 

“Yeah. After thinking for a while, I feel bad that they’ve just been cooped up in Cannibal Town. I know the adults caused a lot of trouble, but I don’t recall any of the kids being involved in Alastor’s stuff. I think they’re innocent, and it might do them some good to let them out to explore, and maybe do some fun activities.”

 

Vaggie frowned almost immediately, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, babe. The cannibals in general can be deranged. They follow after Rosie like dogs and they kiss Alastor’s ass to an irritating degree. I’m sure if given the chance, the kids would've gladly wreaked havoc on the promise of a feast full of body parts.”

 

“But it doesn’t seem fair to punish them for something they didn’t do.”

 

“They might’ve not done anything before, but there’s no telling what they’ll do now if we let them out. I’m sorry, hon, but I don’t think it’s worth the risk. Not if they still worship that shitlord. There are people out there who actually liked having Alastor as king. So they aren’t gonna listen to you…”

 

Charlie sighed. As much as she believed in second chances and good in people, she had long known that there were some souls that couldn’t or didn’t want to be saved. That’s why she never wanted to force anyone to stay at the hotel. But those kids… she believed they could be great with some guidance. 

 

Plus, they could use a good role model, especially the kids who lost family members during the battle. 

 

“I… I get what you’re saying, Vags. But as a Queen, I want to help all my people, including those who supported Alastor. Maybe help them realize why they shouldn’t blindly follow such a tyrant.” She said.

 

“Charlie, those cannibals knew exactly what they were doing.” Vaggie countered, “Just because they stick together as a group, doesn’t mean they’re a hivemind. I’ve been around them during the reign, and they pretty much enjoyed everything Alastor was doing. They agreed he changed Hell for the better. It wasn’t just about the free meal… they craved a sense of freedom to do whatever the fuck they wanted without consequences. Freedom that he, and especially Rosie gave them. They even enforced their own rules. And they’ve probably influenced the kids to act the same way.”

 

“But we can influence the kids to be better. I just hate to have to keep them on lockdown…”

 

“I know, sweetie. As nice as it would be to give them some freedom, Alastor doing that exact thing is what allowed him to screw so many people over. They were practically his attack dogs. Maybe in the future, we could try helping the kids… but right now… I don’t think it’s safe. Especially if the adults are bloodthirsty…”

 

Vaggie had a point, and Charlie understood that. With everything else, things were gonna take time to work on. So it probably would be safer to keep Cannibal Town separated for now… but when she gets the chance, she will help the kids.

 

Before another word could be said, a clearing of the throat brought the girl’s attention to Moxxie, who had entered the waiting room. He smiled and bowed respectfully, “Your Highness. Miss Vaggie. How’re you doing?” He asked.

 

“We’re fine, Moxxie.” Charlie smiled, “How’s Millie?”

 

“She’s doing… great, actually. Would you like to come see her?”

 

“Oh, yes!”

 

The queen and her angel followed the imp to the back, and a few minutes later, they made it to a room with a beautiful sight.

 

Millie was in bed, looking exhausted, but elated at the same time as she held not one… but two tiny babies in her arms. She gave a tired grin, “Hey… glad to see ya’ll again.”

 

Charlie gasped, “Oh! You had twins!”

 

“Surprisingly so…” Moxxie nodded, “It seems the ultrasound was incorrect.”

 

“Yep. No wonder I could hardly walk. I had two buns in the oven.” Millie giggled, “Why don’t you come say hello to ‘em?”

 

Taking Vaggie’s hand, the demoness led them next to the new mother to gaze upon the infants. Just by looking at the horns and hair, Moxxie and Millie were blessed with a son and daughter. The boy’s white hair was a bit shaggy, while his sister’s black hair was thick and curly. 

 

“Aye, que lindo.” Vaggie whispered. 

 

“They’re so cute!” Charlie gushed.

 

“I know, right.” The impette smiled lovingly at her children, “This little fella’s name is Max, and this sweet girl is Maizie.”

 

“They look just like you two.”

 

She was right. Both were a perfect mixture of their parents. Max looked like a carbon copy of Moxxie, but with Millie’s complexion. Maizie had long eyelashes like her mama, but inherited her father’s freckles. But one thing they had in common? They were absolutely adorable.

 

M&M allowed Charlie and Vaggie to hold the twins. The former held Maizie, while the latter cradled Max.  

 

“Hola, heromicito…” The moth angel greeted the little boy, as he opened his eyes and giggled. 

 

“Hi, Maizie… you’re so pretty…” The queen whispered, stroking the baby’s cheeks.  

 

Millie smiled, “Charlie… I was talking with Moxxie… and we were wonderin’... would you and Vaggie like to be… their godmama’s? Or I guess in your case, demon-mama.”

 

God and demon mothers…?

 

Charlie exchanged shocked looks with her girlfriend, before turning to the imps, “Me? The babies demon-mama?”

 

“Yeah. I think you’ve earned it. After everything you’ve done to help us all.”

 

“We know we can count on you. And we appreciate the kindness and care you show to everyone regardless of their background.” Moxxie added, “And I think the kids would be blessed in a way to have someone like you close to them.”

 

“You’re family …” Millie confirmed.

 

As if she couldn’t have shed any more tears than she has over the past four months. The demon royal only snuggled Maizie closer, gazing into her bright yellow eyes, “Oh… I’d be honored…” She said.

 

“Me too…” Vaggie agreed.

 

“And as a bonus… during the Blood Moon Festival, I’ll be sure to have a mini ceremony for them. Like a dedication that I heard they do at churches for babies up top.”

 

Just then, Maizie nuzzled her face against Charlie’s rosy cheek, before pressing her tiny mouth to her skin, suckling as if she were trying to nurse, but to everyone else, it looked like she was kissing the queen.

 

“Aw! She likes ya!” Millie gushed, “Let me get my phone so I can take a pic!”

 

“Oh no need. I got it, Mills.”

 

That familiar voice startled everyone, as they looked up to see Blitzo hanging from the ceiling, grinning. Moxxie just facepalmed, “I’m not surprised anymore.” 

 

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, but Charlie and Millie just giggled, before the former looked back at Maizie. She planted a kiss on her forehead. 

 

“You’re gonna be destined for amazing things, you and your brother…” The queen whispered, “I won’t let anything happen to you. You have your Mommy, Daddy, Vaggie, and I to count on… you are loved and protected…”

 

More than anything…

 

The next few days were a bit more lowkey. Charlie spent most of her time doing activities with the patrons. But once she had some free time, there was one thing she needed to focus on.

 

Planning and preparing for the Blood Festival. 

 

The event was only a month away, and there was still a lot to do to make sure it was ready. Vendors, entertainment, food, decorations, and so much more. She wanted this festival to be perfect, to be more genuine than the anniversary festivities Alastor set up.

 

Thinking about those nearly forty eight hours made Charlie feel uneasy. Of everything that happened. Vaggie’s rebellion interrupting the parade, Alastor effortlessly crushing it, sentencing the moth angel to death…

 

It was all a lot.

 

And even though she knew that Vaggie didn’t mean it… she still couldn’t help but still think of the rage filled words thrown at her as her girlfriend was dragged to the dungeon. 

 

“I trusted you!”

 

“I thought you loved me!”

 

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

 

They echoed in Charlie’s mind every now and then. It hurt to think that in the moment, she failed her beloved angel. It hurt to think of how she wanted to help her, to stand up to the Radio Demon… and it hurt to think of what he might’ve done if she so much as uttered a syllable. 

 

Because of Alastor’s immense power then, she was positive he would’ve just killed Vaggie right then and there. The look he gave Charlie confirmed it. She couldn’t believe how afraid she was of him…

 

… Part of her still was…

 

… And part of her wondered… if Vaggie may have meant it slightly…

 

With the way their relationship dwindled during the Radio Reign, Charlie didn’t blame her for feeling resentment over how she handled things. Every day, the former princess wished she could go back in time to change things. 

 

To be honest, she probably could with the magic she had.

 

But she knew, from every show, movie, or play she’s watched, that going back to the past can really screw events up for the present and future. And she didn’t want to somehow make things worse if she had that power.

 

As much as Charlie hated to admit it, there was nothing that could take away the pain and suffering she and her people suffered under Alastor. All she could do was focus on making things better for the future…

 

The future…

 

Her mind went back to what she saw in her magic mirror yet again. She hadn’t looked in it since that night. The girl was still confused on who was that woman she saw. It didn’t look like anyone she recognized or knew personally. 

 

Was she a friend?

 

Or an enemy to face?

 

The latter was more likely… 

 

Great. So not only do I have to worry about Alastor, I also have some mysterious lady that might fuck things up. One thing at a time, Charlie… you’ve done this before, you can do it again. God… I wish Mom and Dad were here… they’d know what to do…

 

Ever since seeing and speaking with the spirits of her parents the day of the great battle, Charlie had hoped that, every now and then, they would show up to give advice, or to just see her… but she hasn’t seen them since, so it was probably a one time thing, much to her dismay, made worse by the fact that she couldn’t even touch them even if they could appear.

 

Dad was right. The rules of demon spirits were weird.

 

What she wouldn’t give to hug them again…

 

But until that time, unlikely to happen but hopefully, the queen would continue to make them proud. 

 

And right now… continue planning the Blood Moon Festival…

 

Today, she met up with Husk to discuss a few things. She had put the cat in charge of managing the vendors, the beverage ones specifically, but he still had control over all of them. They were going over a list of stuff confirmed, and things still needing confirmation. 

 

Normally, she would be discussing this with Vaggie, but the moth was training with Carmilla today, so Husk was the next person she trusted.

 

“So… we have Verosika and her group performing…” Charlie read off the list, “Fizzarolli is also doing a routine. And I have a number to perform as well… we’ve also got the list of tributes for the memorial service… Zestial… Vox and Valentino…”

 

Husk scowled slightly, “You really wanna honor those two fuckers? I know they helped fight Al, but I dunno if Angel’ll wanna hear his old pimp’s name.”

 

“I know… but I feel like it wouldn’t be right to leave them off. Valentino was horrible, no doubt. Vox too. But they still stepped in to help. I hear he even saved Niffty from Alastor, right?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Anyways, we also have the victims of the Wrath Massacre, and everyone else who died in the battle… and the dedication ceremony for Moxxie and Millie’s babies.”

 

The bartender looked up again, “She had two?”

 

Charlie nodded with a smile, “Yep! A boy and girl named Max and Maizie! And they are the cutest little imps I’ve ever seen! Millie made me and Vaggie their god and demon-mama’s. Like honorary aunties.”

 

“Nice…”

 

“I’ll have to invite the Knolastname’s to the hotel so that the rest of you can meet them.”

 

Skimming over the list again, she looked at all the invites, “So, a lot of people are coming… and I was thinking of inviting the angels for… extra security. In case of… you know…”

 

Husk immediately caught on, “That’s a good idea. Wouldn’t want him to cause trouble…”

 

“I wouldn’t want him to show up at all… but I know he’s gonna appear eventually… but when, is the question…”

 

Sounds like Vaggie still hasn’t told Charlie about their encounter with Alastor. Husk was wondering what was taking so long. Sure, a lot of things happened since then, and Charlie knew it was coming… but he was still already back. He only hoped things wouldn’t spiral. 

 

The queen sighed, setting her list down, “It’s so much… Husk, you’ve known Alastor the longest out of everyone in the hotel… is there anything you can tell me about how he operates? Like what to look out for in the case of an attack or something?”

 

The cat thought for a moment, “Well… one thing I know for sure, his shadows. They can see things, and he sees through their eyes. There’s a chance he could be watching… and waiting for the right time to strike. Not to mention the radio waves and static. He can send a dangerous broadcast if he wanted to.”

 

“Okay. Shadows,broadcasts, got it…”

 

Charlie looked down at her hands… she was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed… and she could feel the powers of the Root coursing through her veins. After a while, she understood that those powers were tied to her emotions. The more stressed she was, the stronger and more out of control they became.

 

It made her think more of how things would turn out… and if she really could control herself…

 

Looking back at Husk, he was drinking from a bottle, and Charlie could see the scars on his body from when Alastor attacked him during the battle… especially the scar on his chest. It was long, red, and didn’t look like it was fading anytime soon.

 

“You feeling alright, Husk? Has Niffty given you kisses lately?” She asked.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine… I really don’t need you all babying me. I get it, but…”

 

“Alastor could’ve killed you… and he would’ve had Angel not stepped in. Watching you get hurt like that… really, watching everyone get hurt was horrible… and sure, things turned out good in the end… but there’s no telling what’ll happen in the future.”

 

Thinking back to the mirror again, the girl gave her friend a worried expression, “I… I saw something… something that makes me question what may happen. I’m so scared that whatever it is… I won’t be able to save you all from it. Everyone counts on me now. What kind of Queen would I be if I failed them?

 

Husk frowned a bit. He completely understood what Charlie was feeling. After everything that occurred in the past year, he could sense that she still felt guilty and regretful… and he knew all too well how that felt…

 

“It’s alright to be worried… so much shit has happened, I wouldn’t be surprised if some other bullshit came to fuck with us.” He said softly, “I often think about it, too… but it ain’t healthy to worry too much… it’s best to… just keep moving regardless of the possibilities. For all we know, nothing could happen.”

 

Charlie let that sink in. The bartender had a point. What she saw in her mirror… it was something that could happen… but it could be nothing at the same time. Hell, maybe the woman was an ally. Looks can be deceiving after all… 

 

“You’re right… anything can happen at this stage. I think… I still want to be prepared for any outcomes, though.”

 

Husk nodded, “That’s good too…”

 

“And no matter what, I won’t let my people fall. To Alastor or any other threat.”

 

“And we’ll be by your side, kid. If that asshole is coming for us, we’re gonna stand up to show him that we won’t back down or bow down.”

 

As long as I can keep Niffty safe. He still owns us both, but he’ll have to suffocate me with my chain before I let him tug on hers… He thought. 

 

Charlie leaned over to give the cat a hug, “Thanks… I think I needed reassurance… things have been so crazy… and you were one of the first ones to give me that when Alastor was in control. You told me not to lose hope.”

 

“And it paid off…” Husk smiled. 

 

“It did… so, shall we continue?”

 

“We shall…”

 

While those two continued discussing the festival…

 

Elsewhere… 

 

Rosie was sprucing up the living room of the Radio Demon’s manor. She had just finished dusting when he came up from the basement. The cannibette smiled at her friend, “Oh, good timing, Al.”

 

“Anything new to report?” Alastor asked, putting down the toolbox he was carrying.

 

“Well, last I checked, the princess and her lady friends were having a night together. Shame they didn’t invite me. But, word on the street is that one of the guests was pregnant… and gave birth to twins a few days ago. Max and Maizie are their names, I believe.”

 

The deer demon sighed, “So, nothing important… can’t afford to waste too much time before I put my plans in action.”

 

Rosie patted his shoulder, “Everything will go accordingly, darlin’. I wouldn’t worry. Besides, what good would little baby imps be anyways? Anywho, your ex is also planning a Blood Moon Festival a month from now…”

 

… Hearing that made Alastor’s smile grow, “A festival, you say…? Mmm… perhaps that’ll be the perfect opportunity… for a big surprise…”

 

Summoning his staff, he slammed it to the ground to summon his shadow minions, “Scope out the city, but remain hidden.” He commanded, “Find out more about the festival…”

 

The minions grinned and flew off. Rosie watched as her friend made his way over to the radio on the table, “I’m gonna… listen in… in the meantime, you go and see if everything is up to standard in the basement.”

 

“Of course, dear…” She giggled, “I can sense you’re planning something truly big…”

Alastor nodded, “That I am… and they won’t know what’ll hit them until it’s too late… and while you’re at it… add Max and Maizie… to our list…”

Notes:

Welp. The babies are in danger, and they don't even know it. Charlie is feeling a bit better about everything, but she will continue to be on guard. And we'll see more of Moxxie, Millie, their twins, and other HB characters later down the line. In the meantime, next chapter will focus on Vaggie, as she'll try to bond with Adria, to try and understand her better. Until then, I'll see you later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you!

Chapter 16: Angel to Angel Demoness

Summary:

While caring for a sick Charlie, Vaggie goes down to fix some soup when she runs to Adria. From there starts an interesting conversation between the two girls, who find they have a few things in common.

Notes:

PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello, my friends! I'm back with a new chapter of RIRR. We're focusing on Vaggie, who finds herself interacting with Adria. How will it go, especially since she's still so suspicious of her? You'll have to read and find out.

Also, I wanna explain some things that are included in this chapter that may confuse you. When I started the first story, Radio Reign, it was a couple of months before the show came out, so this is an AU, and some things that are canon in the show aren't canon here, such as Lilith disappearing (she and Lucifer are still together here), and Vaggie's origins a bit. She's still an angel, but old lore revealed she was a human at one point, so in this case, she was alive, became a winner, then an exorcist, and so forth. Hope that clarifies some things so you won't think I'm ignoring canon. :)

With that said, on with the chapter!

Warning: This story contains depictions and mentions of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. It's somewhat brief, but I wanted to put it out there for those sensitive to such topics.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.

“Mmmm… everything hurts…”

 

“I know, honey. You’re gonna be okay…”

 

Vaggie wrung out the wet cold cloth before placing it on Charlie’s burning forehead. The queen had woken up feeling a bit off, but didn’t think much of it… until she collapsed later during a check in downtown.

 

Now she was back in bed with an achy body and high fever. 

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sick before…” She moaned, “Not since… everything.”

 

It was true. There were moments during Alastor’s rule where Charlie had felt ill. Whether it be naturally or from her ex-husband’s abuse. Vaggie remembered him informing the staff that she was unwell and he would be tending to her for a full week straight, with nobody allowed to enter their suite for anything.

 

She found it infuriating how she couldn’t check up on her princess during that time. Who knows what Alastor was doing to Charlie in that room? She did end up feeling better though, and nothing seemed suspicious…

 

Now, the angel was glad he was gone and out of the picture so she could care for her beloved without him breathing down her neck…

 

Which is what she would’ve still been thinking had he not shown up almost two months ago…

 

Vaggie had been meaning to tell Charlie about the encounter. But for some reason, she could never find the perfect opportunity to do so, nor could she find a way to explain it to her. With how much Charlie had been hurt by the Radio Demon… sometimes just mentioning him was enough to upset her. 

 

And right now definitely wasn’t a good time to tell her. No need to make her fever any worse. 

 

“I’m so tired…” The ill girl whispered, “I wanna go to sleep…”

 

“That’s alright, sweetie…” Vaggie smiled as she rolled over, “I’ll let you rest.”

 

“Love you…”

 

“Love you too…”

 

Blowing a kiss, the moth stood up and walked over to the door. Looking back, she saw Keekee immediately snuggling up to Charlie. The kitty always loved keeping everyone company, the queen especially.

 

She’s been working so hard lately… she deserves the rest. 

 

Vaggie started making her way downstairs. This was a perfect opportunity to get some time to herself until her girlfriend woke up. She could then make her some tea to drink, and perhaps some apple fennel soup, a recipe that Charlie taught her that was originally her parents.

 

Lucifer and Lilith were two very interesting individuals in the angel’s opinion. With their history, and the way they ruled Hell. Lucifer was a goofy guy who could be intimidating, (who always seemed to forget that her name wasn’t Maggie), and Lilith was a loving woman with an air of diplomacy and care for her subjects. 

 

From the few times Vaggie had interacted with them, she could see why Charlie spoke so highly of them. Well, at first it was just her mother, but when her father started to show up more, it seemed like the Morningstars were the perfect family. 

 

She remembered her first meeting with Lucifer, and his funny little thing about him and his daughter both liking girls. 

 

“You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! You put her there, Maggie!”

And later meeting Lilith when the queen returned from her musical tour.

 

“You are a sweet girl, Vaggie. I see my Charlie and I have something in common… falling in love with angels…”

 

Sometimes, they would go out together on a sort of double date, where Lucifer would talk all about his favorite rubber ducks, while Lilith shared her favorite music and songs. It was what they needed after the fight with the Exorcists. Some quality family time.

 

Which made it hurt all the more when Alastor killed them.

 

The fact that he was even able to just destroy them, the King and Queen, a fallen angel and the first woman, the two most powerful people in Hell… was still a shock to everyone, even after figuring out how he did it. 

 

How could simply combining the essence of the first man, and the Root of Evil, create an overpowered cocktail? 

 

Well, somehow, Alastor managed to do it. As if the bastard wasn’t already powerful…

 

What was even more scary was the deal he made with the Root. For every person he killed during his reign, their soul would belong to the Root for her to devour…

 

After Charlie told her that, Vaggie realized that, had the Radio Demon succeeded in executing her… she would’ve been lost forever. Ceasing to exist. 

 

And that very notion terrified her. She was grateful it didn’t happen. But with Alastor still out there plotting… there was a chance of her coming very close to death again, especially if he still was in a deal with the Root. 

 

That’s why they had to be ready when he strikes. 

 

Along with training with Carmilla, she had also been preparing the hotel staff and patrons for an attack as well, since it was likely the hotel would be one of the first locations he could target. The only one who wasn’t participating was, strangely enough, Angel.

 

In fact, he outright refused to train, much to Vaggie’s annoyance. But every time she tried to pry for an explanation, he wouldn’t budge. It frustrated her to no end, but Charlie told her to eventually let it go. For all they knew, their spider friend probably didn’t feel the need to train as he was masterfully skilled at guns, being in the mafia in all…

 

But still… they needed to be prepared no matter what…

 

As she made her way to the kitchen, Vaggie happened to notice someone just sitting in the parlor…

 

Adria…

 

Even though it’s been two months since she joined the hotel, Vaggie was still somewhat suspicious of the angelic like demoness. She just seemed so… mysterious, with the way she often kept to herself, the way she always had that radio by her side…

 

… And especially the way she hung around Charlie sometimes. 

 

The moth angel, for the past few weeks, has walked in on her girlfriend and the guest talking, them watching TV together, having a snack, or Adria even giving Charlie some sort of advice…

 

It felt… alarming.

 

Vaggie didn’t want to jump to conclusions as she had on Adria’s first day. Charlie was just taking time to bond with her patrons. She knew there was no way this girl was trying to steal her lover away from her, that’s ridiculous. But seeing them like that…

 

It reminded her of how it was seeing Alastor being with the queen.

 

There were so many occasions where Vaggie saw them holding hands, arm in arm, or sitting together… and it pissed her off, especially when Alastor would shoot a smug grin in her direction, effectively mocking her and rubbing it in her face. As if to say…

 

‘I have your girlfriend. She’s mine now. There’s nothing you can do but watch as I take her, knowing you can never have her again!’

 

Oh, how right he was at first… on the other hand, oh, how wrong he was later down the line…

 

But now there is a chance of him being right again if he gets the upperhand again. And Vaggie was concerned. Not that she doubted they could defeat him again. But what if he came back stronger than ever?

 

It wouldn’t be the first time he caught them off guard. 

 

With a sigh, Vaggie shook off her worries. She didn’t want to give the Radio Demon any more thought. They would cross that hurdle when they got there…

 

So instead her focus went back to Adria. 

 

After seeing her spend so much time with Charlie, the angel herself went to her girlfriend just to make sure nothing was suspicious. Of course, Charlie wasn’t worried, and even advised Vaggie to maybe try to get to know Adria better. Especially since she was a ‘good listener’.

 

Well, time to see if that was true. 

 

Grabbing a water bottle, the moth made her way into the parlor, where the guest was still sitting. She didn’t appear to notice her presence until Vaggie cleared her throat.

 

Adria looked up with a smile, “Oh, hello, Vaggie. Oh, you look quite lovely today. Absolutely stunning.”

 

“Uh, thanks…” Vaggie didn’t know if that was just a compliment or if she was flirting, “So, uh, how are you?”

 

“Oh, I’m quite fine. And yourself?”

 

“Pretty good, all things considered.”

 

“That’s great. I heard that Charlie was unwell.”

“Yeah. She’s resting now.”

 

A bout of silence fell over the two girls, making everything super awkward all of the sudden. Vaggie just didn’t know what to say to Adria. Everything felt weird when around her, and she didn’t know what to expect.

 

After a few more seconds, she spoke again, “So… how have you been since moving into the hotel? I know it’s been a few months now.”

 

“Oh, I’m doing just fine.” The demoness nodded, “I enjoy interacting with the staff and other guests. And Charlie is just the sweetest. I can see why you fell for her.”

 

“Yeah… I sure did.”

 

“So, how did you two meet?”

 

Vaggie frowned a bit. She hated having to recall one of the most traumatic moments of her life, but at the same time, she had to acknowledge that, had it not happened, she would’ve never met the princess.

 

“Well, as you know, I’m an angel. I used to be a soldier of Heaven’s exorcist army. Every year, we would go down to Hell to exterminate sinners to keep the population down and prevent a possible uprising. I was one of the leader’s top girls. I slayed thousands during my time. But after a while… I started to feel uneasy about it. Eventually, one day, I cornered this little boy… and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t run him through with my spear. So, I let him go…”

 

“And I suppose that got you in trouble with your superiors?” Adria asked.

 

The moth nodded, “Big time. The lieutenant caught me and… took my eye and wings out…” She pointed to her eyepatch, “I was practically left to die… but Charlie found me, took me in and nursed me back to health. And after a while… we started dating. And we’re five years strong now.”

 

“How sweet. That a demon princess felt sympathy towards one of those who slaughtered her people annually.”

 

Vaggie looked away, “Well… the thing is, back then, she didn’t know I was an angel. She thought I was a sinner injured by the Exorcists, which is technically true. But I was afraid of telling her of my true background. Like I said, I used to kill her people, and she hated the exterminations. That’s why she created this hotel. Why would she care for and trust someone who took part in that?”

 

Adria gave the girl a sympathetic look, “Charlie doesn’t seem to be the type to judge anyone based on origins.”

 

“You’re right. And when she found out… she was more mad that I didn’t tell her sooner than that I was an exorcist at all. After three years with her, I should've known she would’ve accepted me regardless. I know I screwed up by lying, but… can you blame me for not telling her?”

 

“Not at all. I understand how hard that can be. To do things you’re not proud of and be afraid to admit it. It can be difficult, especially if it hurts those you love. But hey, nobody’s perfect, especially down here.”

 

“True…”

 

“From the looks of it, it seems like you and Charlie were able to work things out.”

 

The moth angel smiled a bit, “We did. All of it happened when the extermination was pushed up, so there was a lot going on. But in the end, we pushed through… just like how we pushed through Alastor’s bullshit.”

 

“Ah.” Adria nodded, “I’ve heard a lot about that Radio Demon. Your spider, cat, and maid friend gave me a rundown of all that happened, and Charlie told me a little bit about it… but, since we’re talking. I’m now curious to hear your point of view of things. If you’re comfortable.”

 

To be perfectly honest, Vaggie has been wanting to vent about the Radio Reign for a while to someone other than Charlie. Sure, she’s talked to others, but other than Husk, Angel, and Carmilla, she hadn’t really expressed her frustrations much now that the reign was over.

 

Now Adria has given her an excuse to do so.

 

“Oh, where the fuck do I start?” The moth crossed her arms, “When Alastor first came to the hotel offering to help run it, I didn’t trust him. All he wanted to do was see people fail, because it was so ‘entertaining’.”

 

She put up air quotes and did her best impersonation of the overlord, which made the angelic demoness giggle beside her.

 

“The first six months, he somewhat helped. He brought Husk and Niffty to work. After our battle with the exorcists, that’s when things started to change. Alastor and Lucifer, Charlie’s dad, didn’t get along at all from the moment they met a month before the battle. It seemed like it got worse when the King started spending more time at the hotel. He would mock Alastor for the way Adam almost killed him, and for the way he fled the battle.”

 

“Wow, I guess the feared overlord isn’t all that.”

 

“Nope. But all of that, plus craving that entertainment, must’ve led him to do what he did. He made a deal with this Root, who is said to be the embodiment of all that’s evil and sinful. Alastor gained new dark power, combined with the angelic essence of Adam that Lucifer used to fix his microphone that broke during the battle. And he used that power… to kill Lucifer and Lilith, Charlie’s mom.”

 

Adria nodded, “I see. I’ve been told of the King and Queen’s fall.”

 

Vaggie sighed, “That day was just shit from start to finish. A day Charlie planned to spend with her parents, only to watch them die before her eyes. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she came downstairs in tears. She tells me that she still has nightmares about that moment. And from there, it just got worse. Alastor held me and Angel hostage, and practically forced Charlie to marry him, making him King of Hell…”

 

“Oh my…”

 

“I tried everything I could to stop this. To convince Charlie to find a way out of this. I even tried to get her to run away with me. But… there wasn’t anything I could do… she made a deal that kept all of us alive. Things just kept going downhill…”

 

There was a growl that came up the moth’s throat as she spoke again, “That son of a bitch had the fucking audacity to broadcast their wedding night! But I can’t even call it that, because he raped her! He raped my girlfriend! I had to listen to her scream, cry, and beg for him to stop! I had to hear her call for help! For her parents… for me. The morning after… she was so scarred up and bruised. Still bleeding… I had to treat her.”

 

Adria could see tears welling up in Vaggie’s eyes, so she put a hand on her shoulder, “I heard about that too… I can see that was hard for you…”

 

“It was… what hurt even more is that I could barely see her anymore. I was made Charlie’s royal advisor, but could only interact with her for either that or for the hotel. Alastor was obsessive over her to the point of being abusive… I’ll never forget seeing that he hit her…”

 

“Charlie…?”

 

It was another simple day. The day after Charlie planned some activities for the hotel, even inviting Cherri to participate. But of course, things went horribly wrong and Cherri was sent away, forbidden to ever return. 

 

Everyone was gathered in the parlor, watching as Charlie and Alastor entered. But the first thing Vaggie noticed was the way the latter was practically dragging the former… and the deep red bruise on her face. As if she was… struck.

 

“Good morning, all. I trust you’ll be better behaved today.” The Radio Demon greeted, “Charlie has more activities scheduled.”

 

He not so gently pushed the poor girl into the nearest couch, causing her to nearly fall to the floor. 

 

Seeing that was enough for Vaggie to start seeing red. 

 

“PENDEJO! Who the FUCK do you think you are?!” She snarled, standing and scowling at Alastor, who grinned smugly.

 

“Well, I believe I’m Alastor. Radio Demon. Overlord. King of Hell. Charlie’s wonderful husba-”

 

“What gives you the right to hurt Charlie?! What makes you think you can treat her like that?!”

 

The moth angel started advancing towards the bastard, wishing she had her spear on her to stab him in the face. But if she could claw his eyes out, that would be fine. She had her suspicions the previous day when she saw the bruises on her princess’ wrists… but seeing the mark on her rosy cheek just confirmed them all.

 

Charlie was being abused, not only emotionally… but physically. 

 

She saw Alastor’s expression get even smugger as he crossed his arms and watched her approach. Vaggie would’ve gotten close enough to slap him herself if not for someone stepping in between them.

 

“Vaggie, don’t! It’s okay!”

 

Charlie herself grasped her angel by the hands, a pleading look in her eyes. 

 

“It’s absolutely not okay, Charlie! He hit you! I see it! We all see it!” Vaggie exclaimed, gesturing to the others, who all looked very uncomfortable at the scene in front of them.

 

Angel gave Charlie a look of sympathy, recalling a familiar scenario he himself was in. Husk was gripping a wine bottle so tightly, it threatened to crack. Pentious fidgeted nervously. Even Niffty looked worried, as she held onto Keekee for comfort. 

 

But the queen swallowed hard, “I’m fine. Al and I just had a conversation that got a little out of hand. Some disagreements here and there. But it’s all good now. Right, Al?”

 

The deer chuckled, “For sure, my darling. You’ve learned your lesson from yesterday, haven’t you?”

 

“I have…”

 

“That’s a good girl…”

 

Hearing the condescending way he spoke to Charlie made Vaggie’s blood boil more than it already was. But hearing her try to downplay the situation… it hurt worse… as if she was trying to defend him in a way.

 

“Anyways, we should get started on those activities, dear. You have a whole list of things planned.” He spoke again.

 

“Y-Yeah. We do. I promise you guys, we’re gonna have a lot of fun.” The queen added, glancing around the parlor, before locking eyes with her angel again, whispering, “I’ll be alright, Vaggie… I’ve got everything under control this time…”

 

With that, she gave a reassuring smile, before turning and walking over to her husband, who pulled her in for a twirl and kiss. 

 

Vaggie wished she hadn’t gotten out of bed this morning. She wanted to believe Charlie had things under control, but she just wasn’t sure anymore. These past few months showed that Alastor had more control… all the control.

 

A gloved hand rubbed her shoulder, and all she did was rest her head against Angel, grateful for his support and comfort in these times. She definitely needed it…

 

“We all knew Alastor wasn’t treating Charlie right…” Vaggie frowned from the memory, “From the very beginning. But part of me hoped that he wouldn’t go so far as to actually hit her. Seeing those bruises set me off so badly. But looking back, I should’ve suspected he’d go that far. Asshole talks all about how women are to be respected, but this is the same prick who slapped me on the ass and pushed me around when he first came to the hotel.”

 

“Talk about hypocritical.” Adria mused.

 

“Completely. The fact that he could just do whatever he wanted to her and get away with it… it just… made me wish I could’ve protected her better… Charlie still blames herself for everything that happened. I keep telling her it’s not her fault, but she still feels responsible… and I feel that I might’ve caused that.”

 

“How so…?”

 

The moth angel looked ashamed for a moment, “When everything started, from her parents dying…and what followed… I felt… like everything could’ve been avoided. I felt Charlie could’ve chosen a better route than just doing whatever Alastor said. Ever since he came to the hotel, it felt like she was taking his advice and ideas over mine. Like I wasn’t important to her.”

 

The demoness said nothing, but she gave a sympathetic look, listening as Vaggie continued, “I was pissed at Alastor for what he did… but I was also upset with Charlie for letting it happen. I didn’t want to be, because I knew she only did what she did to keep us all safe. But I let my anger over the entire situation form some sort of… resentment against her. There were situations I was put in where I hoped she would help me… but she didn’t. Because she was scared. No matter how hard I tried to not be mad at her, be sweet with her… it became increasingly difficult… to the point where we had a big argument.”

 

“I see…” Adria nodded.

 

“Eventually, I tried to take matters into my own hands. I got Heaven involved, which got my wings ripped out again! I was given the opportunity to create an army, which I decided to form a rebellion against Alastor. We attacked during the anniversary parade…”

 

“And you got caught and sentenced to death… I’ve been informed of that too…”

 

Vaggie felt tears building up again, “Yep. When that shitlord said that… I immediately looked to Charlie to speak! To do something! But, she was so afraid of him retaliating… she just didn’t… but I was too angry to understand… and I said some hateful things to her… words I regret to this day. Even when she visited me in the dungeon to try and explain things… I kept pushing her away… all the frustration of the past year just built up and exploded. It wasn’t until the day of my execution that I realized exactly how she was feeling… because I remembered my own struggles…”

 

She clasped her hands together, “When I was alive… I was a prostitute in El Salvador. My family was poor, so I did everything I could to provide for them. And the pendejo’s I gave my services to… they weren’t very pleasant people…”

 

“I see… I went through something similar…” Adria spoke with a sympathetic smile.

 

“Oh yeah, you did mention something about that, right?”

 

“Indeed. I wanted to help my parents anyway I could when we were going through a rough period. Which involved doing things I’m not proud of. What they thought was right to them was wrong to me. If I had the chance, I would right those wrongs… which is why I came here…”

 

Bit by bit, Vaggie was starting to feel… a lot more comfortable around this guest. Being able to open up to her, and have her open up in return felt… nice… and calming. This was a complete new stranger, and yet… they had things they could bond over.

 

Perhaps she misjudged her…

 

When she felt Adria take her hand and rub it softly, it felt even more comforting… almost like how Charlie would do it… almost.

 

“I’m terribly sorry that you went through so much…” The angelic demoness spoke, “I know it must be hard to overcome such trials…”

 

“It is… but as you’d expect, we did overcome… Charlie saved me from dying, and we fought against Alastor and his lackeys. The angels even came down to help. And I got my wings back, can you believe that?”

 

“I cannot!”

 

“Yeah. Alastor came very close to ending my life… but I made it. We all did… sans a few people… afterwards, Charlie and I were able to talk things out and make up.”

 

“That’s great. I find it so fascinating when couples, no matter how many hardships they go through, still manage to be together. You two are so cute, it’s almost unbelievable.”

 

Vaggie smiled, “I know… things were able to calm down after a while. Charlie has, and is still somewhat dealing with a lot of trauma… and so am I. Everyone is. But we’re improving… and preparing… for when that cabron shows his face… like he already has…”

 

Seeing Adria look at her with concern, the moth realized her mistake.

 

Shit! I let that slip.

 

“Oh? You’re saying he has already returned?” The demoness asked.

 

“I, uh… yes. It happened the day you moved into the hotel. Angel, Husk, Niffty, and I were out putting up flyers… when he made himself known. He sort of attacked us… well, he attacked me. And gave us warnings. We haven’t seen him since, but we know he’s out there waiting to strike…”

 

“I see…”

 

“And now that you know…” Vaggie grasped Adria by her hands, “Please don’t tell Charlie. I haven’t had the time to let her know yet. And I don’t know how to explain it to her. I don’t want to trigger anything…”

 

But the other girl just smiled, not that she hasn’t been smiling this whole time, “You have nothing to fear, Vaggie. My lips are sealed. After all, if anyone is to inform Charlie, it should be you.”

 

“Thanks, Adria. You know, when you first came here, I honestly thought that you might be involved with Alastor. I mean, the two of you showing up in the same day was almost too much of a coincidence. I’ve been on guard in case you were a spy… but you… you actually seem like one of the good ones. I’m sorry.”

 

Adria giggled, “Oh, don’t worry about it. I understand with all that you’ve been through, it makes sense to be on edge. I’d be the same way if I were in your shoes.”

 

“It’s just that Charlie is too trusting sometimes. I love her, but her faith and care for others who don’t deserve it… it hurts her. Everything about what Alastor did… it hurt her. And you best believe that we got rid of anything and everything having to do with him.”

 

“Except the charm bracelet…”

 

…

 

…

 

Vaggie looked up, “What?”

 

The demoness shrugged, “Charlie once showed me a beautiful charm bracelet that the Radio Demon gifted her. She said that it was the only genuine present he gave her…”

 

“Uh… oh…”

 

To be perfectly honest, Vaggie had known next to nothing about that bracelet. She remembered seeing her girlfriend wearing a gold band during the anniversary ball, and during Verosika’s party, but didn’t think much of it. She figured it was just jewelry she acquired elsewhere.

 

But now knowing that the fucking Radio Demon gave it to her… and she was still holding on to it…

 

… Why?

 

It felt… strange… and kinda fucked up. 

 

Vaggie pondered on whether she should talk to Charlie about this or not. On one hand, it was the queen’s decision, and she should respect that, regardless of her reasoning.

 

On the other hand… why?!

 

Why do things just seem to keep getting more and more complicated…? Maybe I shouldn’t make this a big deal. It’s just a bracelet. I’m not gonna get angry over this. I’m not gonna let myself get upset over Charlie’s decisions… not again.

 

“Um… that’s… nice… I guess…” The moth had a hard time responding to this knowledge.

 

“Oh, I figured you knew, considering you tell each other everything…” Adria mentioned.

 

Not everything apparently…

 

Checking the time, Vaggie decided now was a good time to start making that soup, “Well, I had better check in with Charlie. It was nice talking to you, Adria.” She said.

 

“It’s my pleasure. I’m happy to have obliged, Vagatha.” Was the other girl’s response.

 

Vagatha? She hasn’t called me that before. I guess she does seem kinda formal.

 

“Yeah. You know… whenever I have some more free time… would you like to hang out? Maybe go to a restaurant, the mall, get a drink. Anything.”

 

“Oh, I’d love to! I’ve spent so much time at the hotel, I haven’t really explored the city much anymore.”

 

So with that said, Vaggie bid Adria a ‘see you later’, and headed back to the kitchen. It didn’t take long to fix the apple fennel soup for her girlfriend, and before she knew it, she was heading back to their room with a tray.

 

After that conversation with Adria, the angel felt more at ease about her. While she felt justified in being wary of her, it didn’t seem like the demoness was up to anything sketchy. If she was, surely she would’ve acted by now, right?

 

Then again… Alastor was taking a long time to act as well.

 

Relax, Vaggie. You’ll be prepared for that asshole. And Adria is one of the good ones. There was no hint of insincerity in her eyes that you could deduce. For now, let’s see if Charlie is up…

 

Upon reaching their room, she opened the door softly and entered. Charlie had her back to the door, still sleeping.

 

“I’m back, sweetie…” Vaggie whispered, tiptoeing forwards and putting the tray on the table. 

 

Keekee was still curled up against the queen. But when she spotted the moth, she jumped up and hopped off the bed. checked Charlie’s forehead, and could tell that her fever had gone down a bit. 

 

That was good.

 

A gleam out of the corner of her eye made Vaggie turn towards the vanity across the room. There laid some of Charlie’s various jewels… but there was one that she was drawn to… like a moth to a flame…

 

The charm bracelet…

 

Vaggie approached the vanity and picked up the item. It was gold with some red gems hanging from them. They sparkled as they moved. She had to admit, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry, but she still couldn’t fathom why out of everything related to Alastor… Charlie kept this.

 

It just didn’t make sense to her.

 

We got rid of everything while rebuilding the hotel. The clothes, jewels, even the fucking bed. Why keep what was so obviously a manipulation tactic? Genuine gift my ass. But… it’s Charlie's choice… and it’s probably none of my business even if I ask… god, please don’t let me have complicated feelings again…

 

Before she could dwell on this further, a sudden gasp behind her made her turn.

 

Charlie was now awake, sitting up and breathing heavily. Vaggie immediately rushed to her side, “I’m here, honey. I’m here. Deep breaths…”

 

A few seconds later, the former princess was able to calm down. With a groan, and lied back down on her pillow, face in hands.

 

“Another nightmare…?” Her angel asked.

 

“... Kinda… not really, but sorta… I don’t know. It… was weird…” Charlie replied.

 

“You wanna talk about it?”

 

“... Not right now. I need a moment to think…”

 

“Okay, babe. In the meantime… I made you some soup…”

 

Vaggie gestured over to the bedside table, and the queen took a whiff of the scent, “Is that… apple fennel?” 

 

After receiving a nod, Charlie levitated the tray onto the bed. She was grinning from ear to ear as she took a few sips. “It’s… it’s just like how my Mom and Dad used to make it… even down to the spices…”

 

She started to tear up, remembering times when she was younger, and how her parents would make her a tall glass of orange juice, cookies, and of course, soup whenever she got sick. It was those moments where the Morningstar family… could just wind down and be a normal family, without ever having to deal with the royalty part of it.

 

“Thank you so much, Vags. I’d kiss you if I weren’t sick…” She said sweetly.

 

Vaggie smiled back, “Of course… I’d do anything for you…

 

With that, the girls sat together, as Charlie ate her soup, and Vaggie thought about her day overall… which immediately brought her back to her conversation with Adria. It brought up so many questions and subjects she wanted to ask her girlfriend about…

 

“Hey, Charlie…?”

 

“Hm?” The queen looked up.

 

“... Nevermind…”

 

… But she was afraid to do so in fear of any friction. She refused to let that happen again. Not after all that occurred. And now still didn’t feel like the right time. 

 

After a little while, Charlie finished her soup, and was now sipping on the chamomile tea. She soon felt at ease again… and ready to talk.

 

“Okay… I think I’m ready to tell you about my dream…”

Notes:

And we'll learn about said dream later!

What did you think about the convo between Vaggie and Adria? Do you think Adria is an innocent soul? Do you think Vaggie can trust her? We'll see eventually...

Anywho, next chapter, we'll be returning to Heaven and focusing on Emily, and her reflecting on the battle in Radio Reign, or more specifically, a certain and disturbing encounter she had. Hopefully that won't take forever to write for me. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you later, and as always, don't forget to comment, please. Thank you!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Radio Reign AU