(A/N: Hi! Yes, I know it has been some time and I do apologize! I had found little time between class, work, and an already assigned ten page paper to do much writing here. Along with feeling low, it has been some time, but my morale is now up and I am back! I kept you all waiting long enough, so here is the next chapter of the Hazbin story. As always, likes and comments are appreciated and I do look forward to getting back into the swing of things! Enjoy!)

"The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance."

2 Peter 3:9

Charlotte Magne was born an anomaly. Never in either realms of Heaven or Hell had there been the birth of a soul between an Angel and a Human. From the views of Heaven, in the eyes of the Archangels that remained by God's side, this was perceived as a challenge to the Heavenly Father. None of the Archangel's spoke favorably of Lucifer, Lilith, or Charlotte, with some thinking of the newborn as a victim to be born to such rebellious souls. Regardless, Father never once tried to oppose the actions of his children. For the parents of Charlotte, her birth merely signified the start of what either felt was never there: the start of a family. Both forsaken by the Man who created them, Lucifer and Lilith sought to raise Charlotte better than how they both were treated. Through a bit of tough love, Lucifer and Lilith both raised Charlotte to the best of their extent and never once resorted to treating her cruelly and unfairly. Then, as Charlotte began to discover herself and it became clear that the heir to the throne would be nothing like the currently sitting King and Queen, Lucifer began to feel some distance to his own daughter. Comparing it to the last attempt at escaping, Lucifer could not help but feel a sense of betrayal from his own daughter with her goals of saving souls from their deserved punishment.

Though Lucifer did not fully support the hotel idea that Charlotte was planning, the King of Hell still made the agreement to not interfere with the matters of the hotel. However, the trickster that he was, Lucifer never specified what it was that would be avoided: the building or the meaning. So, Lucifer allowed Charlie to do as she pleased, still feeling betrayed but somewhat calm about the matter. The souls of this place were all broken upon arrival and those that did cling to some hope were tormented and betrayed every waking hour by their own emotions. However, the time came that Lucifer had to get involved with his daughter's little project and find a way to do away with it. Still remaining inside the terms of their agreement, Lucifer plotted the downfall of his daughter's hotel with the other Overlords in present. Finding out this plan from her own mother, Charlotte could not help but feel her own sense of betrayal from the man who raised her, cared for her, and, what she believed, once loved her. Now, it was clear what her father was after and the feeling of betrayal sparked another emotion that burned inside her: anger. The Princess of Hell became enraged at her father's actions and what he was planning on doing.

Seeking answers to the question that bothered her fiery soul, Charlotte ventured on to confront her father about the reasoning behind his plotting. With the hotel now being a safe haven, free from outside interference, Charlotte told the other residents of the hotel to remain in doors until she returned. Vaggie was understandably worried about her beloved, never trusting the King of Hell in any words that were said, but Charlie would not be budged in her determination. For one damned soul in particular, the news was both parts equally concerning and interesting.

Never before had there been allied forces to oppose Alastor in his entire existence. Granted, while he roamed the living world for the time he did, law enforcements and citizens alike rallied to find the culprit behind the cannibal's killings. However, none of them were close in discovering the truth and it only served as a game of cat and mouse for the years he spent killing. There was only the thrill of the chase as Alastor cleverly and masterfully evaded capture each time any one came too close to discovering the truth. For Alastor, he knew who was the cat and who was the mouse. But as Alastor stood in the lobby of the hotel, hearing the news that he was now the target once more, it became apparent that things were different. These were foes that rivaled his own capability and, whereas his powers were impressive enough, would more than likely fail in fighting off any number of assailants that targeted him. With the knowledge of his last battle still fresh in his mind, the Radio Demon knew it would be best to remain inside the safe haven until further notice.

After her mother called for a vehicle to pick both her and the princess up, Charlie gave everyone a farewell hug with the promise to fix everything and to come back safely. The few hugs given were caring and showed the amount of love the Princess of Hell had for those receiving and, with a final kiss to her beloved, she departed from the hotel with her mother to confront her father. The anger was still brewing inside her, but nothing would be accomplished if all she did was raise her voice in anger. The time she spent with her mother being driven to her father was used to collect her thoughts, but she found it difficult to think rationally. With each point that needed to be raised, the anger behind the question emerged and she kept trying to find an alternative wording for the words that needed to be said. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to quell the rage and her thoughts remained in disarray as she arrived at the entrance of her family's tower. There was no retreat; Charlie opened the car door before the driver could do so and marched onwards to confront her father.

At the top of the tower, Lucifer remained, his patience growing thin as the days passed without any success on the mission. Then again, he was one to get results quickly, so a day had barely passed when he became irritated over the fact that none of those given the task had completed the mission. Even after attaining the knowledge from one of his servants, Lucifer grew more frustrated as the days continued on and there was nothing done about the targets. If it weren't for his daughter, Lucifer would have easily laid waste to that damned building. As the King of Hell overlooked his kingdom, the doors to his residence burst open and entered his daughter. Initially, his back was turned as the doors opened, so Lucifer readied himself for what poor soul was to be punished for being ever so rude to him. When the King of Hell saw that it was the Princess who had entered, his body relaxed a bit, but things began to connect when he also saw Lilith following behind her daughter. Lucifer let out a sigh before turning to his wife.

"Though I know this is no betrayal, going behind my back to disclose my plans does sting within, my dear," Lucifer confessed.

"As did hearing my own husband and father of our child plot against her," Lilith snapped back.

Lucifer turned his head to avoid the sight of his beloved, knowing the truth within her words rang loud within him. Charlie, with anger and hurt in her eyes, approached her father, stomping her way over.

"Dad," Charlotte began. "I know that I may disappoint you from time to time. I know that I may not live up to your expectations. I'm sorry for all of that. But none of that, none of what you feel towards me, gives you the right to interfere with my dreams!"

"Charlotte," Lucifer sighed, gently grabbing on Charlotte's shoulders. "I do support the dreams you have, regardless of how foolish or ridiculous they may be. However, understand that you are beginning on a path that disturbs the natural order."

"Natural order," Charlie scoffed.

"The Man up above gives humans life and gives them two options: they can either stay on the path of righteousness and live a good life that was intended by Him; or they can stray on the path of wickedness and corruption. Those who choose the aforementioned are rewarded with a bountiful eternity that allows them to live in peace and serenity. Those who choose the latter are rewarded with enduring the punishment of the life they lived thrown back at them tenfold. These souls have had their chances and are a lost cause, no matter how you may see it."

"Like that soul from before? The one Uncle Uriel and Raphael tried to save?"

Lucifer released his daughter from his hold and looked down at her.

"You know that people can be redeemed," Charlie continued. "Second chances are always possible for everyone, but you don't want the people to know! You call this place a prison, but the thing about prison, dad, is that everyone gets out eventually!"

"Watch your tone, Charlie," Lucifer growled lowly.

"Everyone has the option to leave this place if they try, but you would rather keep them here! Instead of being the warden of a prison, you made yourself the king!"

"Final warning Charlie. Watch your tone."

"And now, your own daughter wants to give these people a chance, but instead of supporting me, you go behind my back and betray my trust! You cast me aside because I'm not like you and I think differently than you! I guess the saying is true! Like Father, like son!"

Lucifer swiftly rose his hand up and struck across Charlie's face, the King of Hell breathing heavily over the outlandish statement. Charlie stumbled backwards a bit and raised her hand up to softly hold the marking that stained her face. At the sight of her child being hurt, Lilith charged in to defend her daughter, spawning her own wings of night and pushing Lucifer back, slamming her conflicted lover through the glass window. Whereas most of the damned would plummet to the bottom, the King of Hell merely spawned his wings and hovered over the ground below and looked… at nothing. The anger he felt built up inside, but there was no telling what the anger was directed at… or who it was directed to. Charlie softly cried as she had been struck for the first time by the man who raised her. The man who loved her and held her close. Memories became a blur and Charlie could not tell if this person before her ever really cared for from the beginning. With a stream of tears being left in her wake, Charlie ran out of the room and away from Lucifer. Lilith remained behind and glowered at her husband.

Lucifer had never once threatened the well-being of his family. While the King of Hell fought archangels, to him, these holy souls were no longer family to him. From the start of their marriage, only love and care was shared between Lilith and her beloved. The feeling was then shared with the Princess of Hell and all Lucifer would do for his daughter was care for her. Though the two had disagreements, never before did Lucifer strike at her. However, seeing now how her husband responded, how quickly he was to lay a hand against his own daughter, Lilith became confused with her own emotions. Lucifer remained where he was, but Lilith withdrew her wings and left for her daughter, her own tears following her as she left. Lucifer re-entered his room and softly landed back on what little glass littered the floor. The King of Hell stepped lightly over to the center of the room. A force shot out from his being and the furniture, the lights, and all that were moveable were tossed around the room.

At the main floor of the tower, Charlie and Lilith had returned to the vehicle parked outside and both were driven back to the hotel. The princess cried in the arms of her mother who gently rubbed Charlie's back. This was not the soul Lilith knew so many years ago. This was not the father Charlie ran to for help when she was young. However, despite what had just transpired, despite the betrayal…

"D-Dad doesn't mean any of it," Charlie softly spoke. "He's having his own troubles, mom… I don't want to give up on him like he's given up on me."

"Charlie," Lilith spoke softly as she rubbed the top of her daughter's head.

Lilith was not as much an optimist as Charlie was, but no matter what, she still supported her daughter in the choices she made. Still, a bit of her made it wonder if Lucifer could be even given another chance. Seeing her child struck filled her with mixed emotions and she could only think of her husband as just a blank image in her mind. The queen held her child closely, protecting her from any danger that may come. For now, the two journeyed back to the hotel to deliver the news of what happened.