The ad certainly was a hit, at least in comparison to the interview. Charlie was shocked to see demons seemed to be taking the idea seriously after the commercial and while nobody had shown up, she had seen demons eyeing the hotel with interest. Some people were talking positively about the hotel, which considering how they bombed the last show they were on, was a huge improvement.

Alastor and Vaggie still held their distrust of Vox, however they'd be lying by saying Vox hadn't made himself useful. Alastor didn't like Vox being his business, but seeing as the more people who saw the hotel and actually considered joining meant more entertainment for him, he didn't complain too much.

Besides, he and Charlie could always do their business privately, so this wasn't an issue.

Vaggie still didn't trust Vox's intentions, feeling something else was at play,but as long as he played nice, she was unable to do much of anything, especially considering how superior he was in terms of strength. All she could really do was give him looks and pointlessly threaten him with her spear.

Besides, Vox did seem genuinely grateful that Charlie saved him, overlord or not, Vox did seem to value his word as long as you aided him in return.

And thus, things started to go smoothly. Vox was helping out with the hotel and for an overlord, was not acting like a complete jerk for the most part. The rest of the staff was still getting used to Vox's presence, and while it was a bit far to say that they trusted him, they were beginning to slowly lower their guard around him.

Charlie had to admit, she didn't expect things to go this well when Vox showed up, but apparently allowing him to stay was the correct decision despite the backlash she had received from the other residents.

Still, weeks progressed, Vox had eventually managed to stay over at the hotel for over an entire month and he had no plans on leaving. Charlie was ecstatic of course, as this was a good thing in her book.

After finishing an errand with Alastor, Charlie was as happy as can be. With Alastor and Vox's assistance, the hotel had a much better reputation and they had gotten better advertisement. Compared to how the interview went, things were going stellar.

"Phew! That went well! Things are already looking up!" If things kept up, they might fully regain their reputation sooner or later and she wouldn't be seen as a laughing stock!

At the moment most demons had gone to their rooms, busy with their own things for the most part.

As Charlie walked past the counter, she noticed a phone had been left on the table. It didn't seem to resemble any phone that she recognized or seen anyone use. It must've belonged to Vox, as she had seen everyone else's phone(Alastor didn't have one for obvious reasons) and the phone didn't look anything like the ones she had seen. It looked more expensive and up to date compared to the ones she had seen the others use.

'I know I shouldn't but….its not like Vox is here. I'm sure he won't mind me taking a little peek, right?'

She saw a picture of a large hammerhead shark that towered over most demons. The shark was light blue with a white underbelly. They had huge beady eyes and sharp teeth. She saw an entire tab had been created around the shark on Vox's phone as well.

'Aww...that shark looks so cute! I wanna pet him! What a cutie!' The shark gave Fat-Nuggets a run for his money in terms of cuteness. She was pretty cooing and squealing over it, not noticing Vox was standing right behind her with an irritated look on his face.

"Ahem."

"Hm? Oh hiiiiiii Vox, whatcha doing here? I totally wasn't looking snooping through your phone or anything…"

"Uh-huh..Look, just give me back my phone, Charlie."

"But Vox, these photos are adorable!"

"Princess…"

"But, Vox! The shark is precious, she's so cute and-"

"Vark is not a female."

"Vark? What is his name?"

"Yes. He's my pet. With that out of the way, can you please hand me my phone back?"

"Sorry!" She handed it back, Vox rolling his eyes.

'Cant even leave my phone alone unattended for five minutes without someone trying to grab it. Now I see why Velvet's clingy when it comes to her phone, because someone will always end up trying to pry through your privacy while you aren't aware of it.'

Vox then noticed Charlie was looking over his shoulder, her face squished against his shoulder."Vox...Vox..I wanna see...more."

"What are you talking about? More what?"

"Sharkie! I want more sharkie."

"Prince-"

"Pwease Vox? Pwease, I just wanna see a few more photos…"

Sighing, he reluctantly scroll through the album he had, Charlie eagerly watching the photos, constantly saying,'Aww..' or 'He's so precious' or 'What a cutie'.

"Vox, Vark is so adorable! I wish I could hug him!"

"Wouldn't suggest it, he's stronger than he looks." Vark was pretty violent when not supervised, so Vox ended up trying to make sure he didn't jump on him and crack his screen or ruin his outfit back at the studio.

"It'd be so worth it! Say, why don't you bring him here?"

"What?"

"You know, bring Vark to the hotel?"

Vox frowned,"I'd love it just that…"

"That what? Oh, I know! You think we have a no pet policy! Don't worry, Vox! The happy hotel is completely fine with pets of all sizes, so as long as they don't you know take up the whole building or whatever! You're free to bring him here, he'll be welcomed like another member of the family!"

"Uhh...Charlie as kind as that sounds, I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why not? She asked,"I mean we're fine with pets Vox. Angel even brought his pet pig with him! It's perfectly fine to bring your shark here. I know he's not a common pet, but he's welcome to stay."

"No you don't understand I can't bring him here."

"Why not? What's wrong with bringing Vark here? I mean, sure the others will be a bit freaked out. A shark is here and that he's your pet, but I'm sure we can discuss this and work it out. Vaggie might get a bit antsy but it's nothing too serious I'm sure!"

"No Charlie, this is different. I can't bring him here, I just can't."

"What? What does that mean? Is this something different? Like a separate issue of some kind? We can talk about it if you'd like….if you're comfortable that is."

Vox made a face. He didn't really know how to tell Charlie about the situation. He'd love to go back for Vark but he knew that Val or Velvet would likely notice if he successfully managed to take Vark back without getting caught. Not to mention the fact Vark was a ten foot tall shark and would be hard to hide.

Vox didn't want people knowing of his location, he rarely went out since he arrived at the hotel and he made his leaving rather discreet. Attracting attention was usually his thing, but when he was at the hotel he decided to put it off for now.

"Thanks for asking, but I'll have to decline. It's personal and I'd rather not talk about it.." He didn't want to drag Charlie into the mix.

"Vox, I won't laugh. You can always tell me…"

"No thanks, I'm fine." He smiled, though you could tell it was fake."Your concern is appreciated, but I don't need it. I just...need to be alone for a while…."

"Vox...it's ok. You don't have to talk about it now, we can always talk about it later….if you want…"

"I don't want your help, I don't need it. Just leave me alone." He suddenly walked to his room before she could say anything else.

Charlie frowned, from the way Vox was looking at the album he must've missed his pet dearly. He had been at the hotel for over a month and she had grown fond of him. She wondered why Vox couldn't just go back to the studio for him, as she knew Vox lived there.

'Something must've happened back there...Vox says he 'can't' go back to the place he lives then something must be wrong…' She wanted to help him, but Vox didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it and brushed her off when she tried to get answers. Angel Dust had reacted a similar way when she tried to comfort him, only for him to give her finger before rushing to his room.

Vox sighed as he locked himself in his room. He looked at the old photos of himself and the gang, Vark being on the back. He hated admitting it, but while Charlie was nice, it didn't feel the same. He wouldn't consider anyone other than Charlie a friend, as the rest at best were acquaintances and Alastor was his rival.

As much as he missed his friends, Vox knew he'd never be welcomed back to the Studio after the mess that occurred. The hotel was his safe-haven from Val and while it required him to jump ship, he wouldn't trade for anything.

Vox looked at the photos of one of the happier times at the studio and smiled,"Hope you two are alright." He pointed at Vark and Velvet in the photo,"Sorry I couldn't go back for you two. I promise that one day I'll see you again, but until then we have to remain separated.'

It's for the best that they remained apart, because he knew the moment his old life caught up with him things would get messy.

Vox went to bed, clutching his phone to his chest. He hoped the others were doing fine without him, because he didn't want to think about what was going on in his absence.