Sir Pentious thought he was the first to wake up.

He noticed his Egg Bois sleeping at the bottom of the bed as he stood up and stretched. They were already dressed and their sleeping bags were all put away. They must have fallen asleep again while waiting for him.

Toulouse was sprawled out on the right side of the bed while Austen was holding his wind-up monkey toy. They both looked adorable.

Sir Pentious smiled and rubbed Toulouse's head as he grabbed his tux and headed into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

About ten minutes later, the snake demon slithered out of the bathroom to see his two minions sitting on the bed waiting for him.

"Good morning, patron!" Toulouse said with a smile.

"Yeah!" Austen said while cuddling his wind-up monkey. "What's today's agenda, boss?"

"We are going to figure out this hotel's financial situation," Sir Pentious explained while dusting off his sleeping hat. "The papers we obtained from yesterday's session only provided information on the current demons living in this hotel."

"Okay, so what do we do first?" Toulouse asked.

Sir Pentious placed his hat on his head and then heard his stomach growling.

"First, we get some breakfast," Sir Pentious said opening their bedroom door. "Come along."

"Okay, patron," Toulouse said as he and Austen hopped onto their boss's tail.

Sir Pentious and his Egg Bois then made their way downstairs to catch some breakfast. They slithered into the café past the residents of the Happy Hotel without saying a word to any of them and took their seats in a booth at a distance from the others.

After deciding what they all wanted, Austen took their menus and went to look for Nifty to place their order.

Toulouse sat there quietly lost in thought while Sir Pentious studied the crowd of people in the café.

Besides the occasional sideways glance, the other hotel inhabitants didn't seem to be bothered with him or his minions.

That was just as well. They had a job to do and did not need the other hotel residents getting in the way…

"Hey, boss!" Austen yelled as he walked along with the small cyclops with 50's back over to the table. "We have a problem. This lady says we aren't allowed to eat here unless we talk to management first."

"What?!" Sir Pentious yelled back in annoyance. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"Sorry, Sir Pentious," Nifty said handing the snake demon a piece of paper. "Your meal plan is being placed on hold until you talk to management. Those are the rules."

Sir Pentious growled in annoyance as he and his Egg Bois got up from the table and made their way to the front desk.

Once they got there, Sir Pentious hit the bell on the front desk and yelled, "Hello?! Can I talk to the manager please?!"

Vaggie came in looking irritated and said sternly, "You've got some nerve."

"What did I do?" Sir Pentious asked crossing his arms. "I simply came here to ask why I and my minions can't receive our breakfast."

"Didn't you hear what Charlie said about our curfew?" Vaggie asked angrily.

"Curfew?" Sir Pentious asked. "What are you talking about? We never heard anything about a curfew."

"I wasn't even here before last night," Toulouse added. "I don't know anything."

"Vaggie, is there a problem here?" Charlie asked at the front desk before she noticed Sir Pentious. "Hey! Where were you last night? I was really worried."

Sir Pentious bit his lips while trembling a bit and trying to come up with an explanation towards his predicament.

"Well, why did you get back so late last night?" Charlie asked.

"Well, your majesty, I still have a home to look after, but I knew the Egg Bois couldn't do it by themselves," Sir Pentious said scratching his frill. "I have had to hire someone to look after my property, so I need to check on them at regular intervals to be sure they're doing alright."

"Yeah, and Delilah is doing a pretty good job," Austen said popping out of Sir Pentious's frill before he grabbed him with his tail and tossed him across the room.

"Weeee!" Austen yelled as he flew across the room and landed on the couch. "I'm okay!"

"Wait?" Charlie said as her eyes shined in surprise. "Delilah? White Succubi? White wings with black splotches? Black hair? The philistine woman from the Bible?"

"Wait, are you talking about the woman that was with your father the other day?" Vaggie asked. "Why would she be with the likes of you?"

"Vaggie, please," Charlie begged before turning back to Sir Pentious desperately. "Is this true, Sir Pentious?"

Try as he might, Sir Pentious could not resist Charlie's pleading eyes.

"There is an explanation," Sir Pentious said sweating nervously as someone walked into the lobby. "Like I said I needed a housekeeper, and I couldn't find a trustworthy…"

"I believe I can explain that for you, Sir Pentious," said the all-too-familiar voice.

Everyone turned around to see the Devil himself holding a box.

"Father," Charlie said adjusting her tuxedo and crossing her arms. "What are you doing here?"

Satan looked around and said, "Well I hate to admit, Charlotte, but it's not a bad start. Not good, but not bad. Anyway, I just came here to drop off some items you left at home."

Satan set down the box on the check-in counter before he continued, "I also thought you'd like to know that Delilah is Sir Pentious's new house slave."

Charlie gasped.

"She's not a slave," Sir Pentious blurted out. "She's just…"

Sir Pentious fell silent when Satan wrapped an arm around his shoulders causing him to shiver.

"Sir Pentious here needed someone to watch his home for him while he was being rehabilitated," Satan said. "In exchange, he gave me back all the territory he took in the Pentagram. Isn't that right, Sir Pentious?"

Satan looked at Sir Pentious with glowing red eyes.

Sir Pentious just managed to meekly nod his head and slither back towards the café with the Egg Bois walking briskly behind him.

Unbeknownst to them, Angel was silently watching from around the corner.

"Why did you sell Delilah?!" Charlie yelled.

Satan shrugged and said, "Delilah was being difficult, so why not?" before turning to look around the lobby.

"Damn," Angel said quietly to Vaggie having snuck by her side while her attention was occupied. "Even biblical status doesn't get you any respect."

"I heard that, slut," Satan interjected causing Angel to camouflage himself and sneak away.

"Delilah was my nanny!" Charlie protested getting her father's attention once again. "Delilah worked for us. We paid her. She isn't a slave! You can't sell her like one!"

"Yeah? So what? You don't need a nanny anymore," Satan said condescendingly as he leaned against the wall. "Besides, she is useful in different places. I'm sure Pentious is making her useful if you know what I mean."

Charlie crossed her arms and said angrily, "He wouldn't. Sir Pentious isn't that kind of person anymore."

Satan scoffed and said, "You keep thinking that Charlotte. You are not God. You can't see a man's heart. You can't change a wicked man's heart either. I've messed them up too much."

Charlie looked away angrily trying not to cry.

Satan got off the wall and said, "Anyway, I must be going. By the way, Charlotte, your ex called. He wants to get back together with you."

"I already told you and him that that's never gonna happen," Charlie said stubbornly walking back to the counter where Vaggie was standing. "Besides, I'm with someone else now."

Satan sighed and said, "You just have to keep disappointing me. Don't you?"

"I'm not your little girl anymore," Charlie said turning her back on Satan. "Now, if you don't have anything else to say, you can leave. You're upsetting the other patients."

"Fine," Satan said walking towards the door. "I have other work to do anyhow. By the way, Charlotte, your elevator's broken."

"No, it isn't," Charlie replied.

Satan smirked, pointed his staff to the elevator control panel, and zapped it instantly causing the elevator to crash down onto the first floor.

Everyone present gasped in shock except Vaggie.

"WE JUST INSTALLED THAT!" Vaggie screamed stomping around the fence and marching up to the Devil himself. "You've got to be the most primitive, disrespectful, self-centered, inconsiderate…"

Satan scoffed and replied, "You're almost as big a bitch as your mother."

"Why, you…" Vaggie snarled trying to make a lunge for him just before Charlie ran in front of her.

"Father, how could you do that?!" Charlie yelled.

"Why not?" Satan asked.

"Can you at least pay to fix it?" Charlie asked.

"Why don't you ask Alastor?" Satan responded. "He's the one who sponsors you."

"Then, just leave," Charlie said angrily.

"Fine by me," Satan replied turning to walk away. "Call me when you've given up on this dumb scheme. I'll be waiting for your apology."