The dining room of the hotel was decorated for a real platter and embroidered forks and knives were served perfectly symmetrical on a magenta tablecloth.
Alastor makes sure to make breakfast the most over the top meal one could think of. He served fresh Foie gras, caviar and croissants, garlic bread, sausages and a variety of cheeses. All this to please his daughter.
But now they were sitting on chairs covered with purple velvet in awkward silence.
- Can you stop holding his hand already, Daria?
Radio Demon asked boiling inside with anger.
- Oh, um… it just feels nice… - Doe blushed a little. - Sorry, uncle.
She let go of spider hand but still was gazing at him.
- I swear, we were only talking, strawberry. - Angel Dust also got irritated. That's what he gets for trying to help? Fuck. - And no, not about sex.
- You know shit about any other subject? - Vaggie snarked.
- Mostly about drugs. - Spider admitted.
- Daria, eat, you must be starving, my poor honey. - Al decided to cut this topic. He can deal with Angel Dust, when his kid is NOT sitting next to him.
- Dad, maybe you should start a prayer before we dig in? - She put her hoofs together, with a blessed smile.
Charlie opened her eyes wide and dropped a fork with a cold sweat.
- Excuse me?!
- What? Uncle Tony told me you all try to better yourself in this Hotel. Right, dad?
- Honestly, girl, I'm here for free booz. - Tony joked. - And by the way, I'm still waiting, Charlie.
- Deerie, I can even say "a" word without getting physically hurt. And I don't suppose Lucifer's daughter is ok with this type of practice. - he fixed his monocle a bit with an index finger.
- Yeah, please don't. - Charlie picked out her fork from the floor and buried it with a bowl of sausages plating herself one. - Can you pass me ketchup?
- Sure, sweetheart - Vaggie gave her girlfriend a bottle - Wants some bread too?
- Then what do you guys do to redeem yourself, then? How many demons rehabilitated here, exactly?
- Exactly, non. - Alastor answered.
- But we are just getting started - Charlie gulped. - Angel is our first "client".
- Guinea pig is a better word for it.
- Ah-ha. - Daria raised her brow. - Wait, your nickname is "Angel", uncle Tony? - she smiled. - Oh, it fits you perfectly!
- Umm… thanks - he smir some butter on the croissants.
- I want to talk to your mother soon. - Deer open his mouth and sip coffee from the cup. - At first I hoped, maybe we can say you are on vacation before you could use human disguise, angels may not have them, however. Also, somebody saw the shooting, so it's all over the news.
- I'm sorry to say I would have to leave you under those morons' protection for a few days. I must go help with your funeral. - He sipped his coffee again
- We can still hear you calling us morons. - Vaggie whispered.
- That leads me to the question - What kind of dress do you want to wear in your casket? I want you to look stunning, pumpkin.
Daria was speechless. She stared at her dad casually talking about picking her a dress? What the f…
- Later I plan to investigate who had the goals to kill you, Daria, so don't worry sunshine, dad will make sure their own mother won't recognize them when I'm done.
In a (more) crummy neighborhood of the capital of Tartarus three imps were counting the money.
- Achoo! - Tallest imp sneezed. - Darn allergy... I can't believe we get this much cash for such an easy job! - Blitzo said in excitement
- Am I the only one who thinks this whole thing is somehow fishy? - Moxxie asked.
- We kill people for a living, hun. - Millie polished her blade. - This work was always fishy.
- Yes, but we all agree that the masked demon in the coat was Vox, right?
- Yeah, so? - Blitzo asked - For real, M, stop worrying about nothing.
- Ok, sir , but why would Hell overlord hire a bunch of nameless imps to kill some random teenager on her way to school?
Blitzo stopped waving a fan made of bucks for a moment and looked at Moxxie. But then immediately dismissed it.
- Eh, there's no way like something like this would ever bite us in the ass.