"...So..." Charlie said slowly, in the hopes it would end the awkward tension.

It had only been a few minutes since Lucifer left the lobby, despite this the amount of off putting silence and uneasiness was extremely high. Although the Slayer was just standing there menacingly, neither Charlie or Vagatha knew what to do or say in this situation. On one hand there was a part of them both that actually wanted to get to know him, for now that they knew a good chunk of who he was and why he acted the way he did, they honestly felt really bad for him. Then there was the other hand, his hand, that could punch them both so hard they would literally explode, and the fact he had TWO of them made it all the more terrifying.

But both women knew that if they were going to be spending time around him, or rather he around them and everyone else in Hell, they should at the very least make an effort to finally break the steel like ice between them. As for how they were actually going to do that without unintentionally pissing him off, neither had any idea whatsoever. Thankfully though, in the vast colorful imagination that the princess of Hell possessed, she figured out a way to get the ball rolling without having to deal with him directly.

"Um, excuse me, mister...Vega?" She called out hoping she had remembered his name correctly.

"Yes, I am here, is there something you need?" He responded, both Charlie and Vagatha now noticing how the Slayer's visor lit up when he spoke.

"I was just wondering, what are you exactly?" She asked.

"I am an artificial intelligence miss Charlie." He answered politely which in turn caused her to smile.

"Wait really? Like in sci-fi movies?" Vagatha asked now taking an interest to the conversation.

"Yes, although I am speaking to you via the Slayer's helmet, I am actually in a different location outside of your Hell." He revealed.

"REALLY?!" Charlie shouted in excitement as a big grin spread across her face, "Would it be alright if you told me about it then? I've ALWAYS wanted to know about other places!" She told him.

"That depends, is it alright for me to share with her information regarding my current surroundings?" He asked this time addressing the Slayer, to which he simply nodded to show his approval.

Bouncing up and down in place from how excited she was, Vagatha with an amused smile and eye roll put her hands on her shoulders, in the hopes it would calm her down a little.

"I apologize in advance if what I am about to say isn't what you are expecting, my surroundings though while different from that of Hell's are still quite scarce." Vega admitted.

"Oh don't worry, you could describe a cardboard box filled with kittens on a street corner, and so long as it isn't in Hell she'll be happy." Vagatha assured him.

"Very well." He replied before beginning to describe his environment.

As Vega began to tell both women about what there was to see around him, Lucifer was busy trying to calm down his wife.

"THE NERVE OF THAT FUCKING CUNT!" She shouted in rage from her end of the line, as the sound of something being smashed into pieces could be heard, "WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS DENYING ME, THE LITERAL FUCKING QUEEN OF HELL NEWS

COVERAGE?!" She questioned.

"Well honey...you know...this is Hell...and everyone here IS an asshole..." He told her as yet another unknown object was destroyed beyond repair.

"OH SHE'LL KNOW WHAT AN ASSHOLE IS! WHEN I GRAB HER BY HER FUCKING THROAT AND SHOVE HER UP THE ASS OF HER CO HOST!" She responded.

"There's no reason to bring Tom into this." He said a bit defensively, as he actually liked the gas mask wearing news anchor.

"LUCIFER. NOT. NOW." She told him sternly, "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO

CALM?!" She asked.

"Because if we're both shouting and swearing then nothing is going to get done sweetie." He answered causing her to sigh, "Look, was there ANY room for negotiating, any at all?" He asked.

"Yeah, fucking bitch said that if I wanted my royal ass on TV then I would have to do it on her terms..." She mumbled.

"That's something at least." He said choosing to look at the positive.

"I guess, still it fucking pisses me off that I have to even talk to her, let alone do things her way..." She grumbled before an idea came to mind, "Wait...maybe we don't have to do things her way..." She began to say.

"I can actually hear the evil smile you have right now." He said.

"What if we got her to piss off the Slayer? Then she wouldn't even be a factor anymore!" She exclaimed.

"NO!" He shouted immediately with such volume and power it caught her by surprise, "Under NO circumstances are we going to do something like that." He told her.

"But why? It's not like if she of ALL people gets killed anyone will give a shit." She reasoned.

"Lilith, the entire reason he is called the Slayer is because demons fucked with him, how do you think he would react if he were to find out we used him to kill someone? Regardless of if they are a demon or not?" He asked.

A moment of silence came between them as she considered that, and after a few seconds more went by another sigh escaped her.

"You're right, of course you're right, I just, I REALLY want her fucking dead." She said causing him to chuckle.

"I know you do hon, but right now we need her and her news show if we're going to have the best coverage possible, so just for right now I need you to bury your murderous intent for her." He replied.

"I will, but I swear to god if she mentions my ass one more time-"

"You'll send her on a one way trip up shit street?" He interrupted with a smile.

"You're goddamn right I will." She told him affirmatively, "Well, I'm off to have another chat with the bitch, hopefully I'll be at the hotel before too long, see you then." She said.

With that their call was finally at an end, and as Lucifer put his cellphone back into his pocket, he finally let out a sigh of his own that he had been keeping in during that entire conversation.

"Ugh this is so stressful..." He groaned as he dragged a hand down his face, "Is this what Charlie has been dealing with this whole time?..." He wondered.

Thinking back for just a moment of when his daughter first came to him with her idea, a frown adorned his features as he remembered how he acted.

"Geez...I really wasn't too supportive of her was I?..." He recalled as he looked towards the ground, "In fact...I think I laughed at her...because I thought it was a joke..." He realized as he moved his gaze up to the sky, "Was that another reason you decided to send the Slayer to me?" He asked even though he knew he'd get no response.

Letting another sigh out as to try and relieve some of the tension he was feeling, he then turned on his heels and headed back inside. And while at this point the king of inferno was beginning to expect everything, not even the Slayer's arrival was as surprising as the sight that awaited him. At some point while he was outside the Slayer, his daughter, and her mouthy girlfriend had apparently decided to sit around a nearby table and talk. Though given the mute quality of the Slayer it wasn't him who was actually speaking, instead it was the other voice that spoke for him, Vergil or something.

"Am I interrupting?" He asked as he walked over, curious as to what they could possibly be talking about.

Sadly whatever they were discussing was far too interesting it seemed, for even with him being but a few feet away when he asked the question no one had heard him. Noticing the awestruck look present on both his daughter and her bitchy girlfriend's faces, he decided that if he was going to be ignored he might as well listen in, yet as Vex's voice continued to speak there was something unsettling about his words. He was describing architecture from what Lucifer could gather, and while that in of itself was not really interesting, it was the details of its design that intrigued him.

He described there being statues built into the very structures, that depicted figures who seemed to be dressed in some kind of ceremonial attire. He also mentioned many tapestries which hanged near or behind these statues, and the different patterns or illustrations they had on them. All of these things were for some strange reason familiar to Lucifer, so much so that he felt the need to speak up once again.

"Excuse me." He said quite loudly, which thankfully managed to snap them back to reality. "Oh dad! Sorry didn't notice you come in." Charlie admitted with an awkward smile.

"It's alright, you seemed to be entranced by what the Slayer's companion was saying, and to be honest I found myself quite focused on it as well." He replied before then turning his focus to the armored human, "Speaking of, what exactly were you talking about?" He asked.

"Your daughter requested information regarding my surroundings, and with the Slayer's permission I complied." Vega answered.

"You mean you're not inside his suit?" Lucifer asked a bit surprised.

"Correct, though I am speaking to you from his suit's integrated speaker system, it is solely because I am transmitting my voice to it." He explained.

"Isn't that amazing dad?" Charlie asked with glee causing him to smile.

"I must admit, it truly is." He replied honestly, "Even so, where are you transmitting from? It sounds very interesting." He said.

What Vega said next caused every bit of emotion and warmth within Lucifer's body to disappear, for as the last of his words sunk in he now realized why everything he had been saying seemed familiar.

"The Slayer's current place of residence, The Fortress of Doom."

Very few things could get under Lilith's skin, after all she was the queen of Hell and the wife of the first fallen angel. Yet as she stared across a table, the kind one would expect to see business executives gathered around, she couldn't shake the itchy feeling covering her body. Katie Killjoy, possibly the only face in all of Hell that was just as well known if not more so in some people's opinions, than her and her husband's own. She had no idea how this skinny insect looking cunt managed to become the face of all news within Hell, yet here she was meeting with her a second time because of that fact.

And she could not be more pissed off because of it.

"Well well." She spoke with a smug tone before taking in a long drag of her cigarette, "Look at the queen of Hell, so powerful and scary, coming back to little ol' me." She taunted while slowly blowing out the smoke.

"Yeah...how about that..." Lilith replied with a forced smile, "So, you know why I'm here, it's the same reason why I came here before, so how about we just cut the shit and you say your terms so I can agree to them." She suggested.

Watching as she took another long drag of her cigarette, to the point where she burnt through the whole thing in one go, Katie would then rise from her seat and walk over to her. Having to grip the arms of her own chair just to remain composed, soon the long lanky demon was standing next to her, a disinterested look on her face all the while.

"Here's the deal." She spoke while leaning in, so they could be mere inches from each other, "I. Do not. Give a flipping flying fuck. About you or your daughter's stupid little bullshit." She told her as a sinister grin spread across her face "But, if you agree that only she comes onto my show, then maybe JUST maybe I'll let her talk about this dumbass idea of hers." She said.

Feeling her right eye twitch out of the overwhelming blood lust that was just begging to be let out, it took all of Lilith's willpower and control to not stab this bitch in her neck right then and there.

"Fine, so long as Charlie gets to talk about the hotel, no interruptions, then we have a deal." She agreed.

"Great." Katie said with a smile as she straightened herself out, "I'll get her scheduled for tomorrow then." She told her.

Breathing a sigh of relief that this was finally over, just as Lilith was standing from her seat Katie

decided to get in one more jab before taking her leave.

"Oh, and make sure that you and your fruity husband stay at home, I can only handle one queer in my studio at once." She stated as she finally let out the smoke from her cigarette, blowing it right into Lilith's face.

Feeling her entire body go stiff upon hearing that, Lilith using the last bit of composure she had waited until Katie was gone, before going absolutely ape shit. Screaming at the top of her lungs, which unknown to her caused a smile to come to Katie's face as she walked away, Lilith with terrifying strength lifted up the entire table before throwing it out of the massive window at the end of the room. Breathing heavily from the pure anger that was coursing through her veins, the queen of Hell balled her hands into fists to try and vent it, nearly piercing the flesh of her palms with her nails as she did.

"I FUCKING HATE THAT BITCH!" She screamed violently, threatening to damage her vocal cords if she continued doing so, "WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO WATCH HER SLOWLY. FUCKING. DIE." She stated as she then fell to her knees.

Desperate to find SOME way to end that wretched woman's life without it affecting Charlie or the hotel, Lilith was nearly going insane trying to think of something. That's when she heard it, something that in this moment of desperation and despair sounded almost like an angel's song. And as she looked around trying her best to figure out where it was coming from, she looked out of the massive hole she had created with the table, and saw just across the street on the adjacent building an advertisement. Which to her in her current emotional and mental state, felt like a gift from God.

"When you want somebody gone and you don't want to wait too long call the immediate murder professionals!"