Chapter 18

Gwen

"Oh, this place is simply dreadful." Said Gwen as she walked through the streets of the Immortal Bastion with Warwick in tow. Around them were various soldiers of the Immortal Bastion standing guard in the streets of the Immortal Bastion. Despite being the common soldiers in Mordekaiser's army, as the Iron Guard, these soldiers were heavily armored and armed, wielding their rifles or spears with as much grace and discipline as can possibly be given to the dead. "The streets are so lifeless and so harrowing, it's simply dreadful this place can be called a city."

"That's because it's not a city." Said Warwick as he looked at Gwen as they walked the streets. Gwen had wanted to see more of their new home and thus Warwick decided to accompany her for as much as her sake as it was for his own. Mordekaiser, for now anyway, has allowed them to venture around his city without any armed escort. "It's a fortress for warriors and soldiers. It's the home of killers and murderers. Not a place for people like you." Gwen pouted at that.

"And yet they have rooms that aren't dedicated to war. Rather, they're dedicated to the comfort of guests as feasibly possible." Said Gwen as they continued walking. "It's quite the contradiction. Perhaps they should get someone to renovate this place up a bit? To make it more welcoming to whatever people come here, yes?" Warwick gave a grunt at that, finding it completely unlikely that Mordekaiser will ever renovate his city fortress in order to make it more appealing to other denizens of Hell. The spirit wasn't one to do such a thing if it never suited him to do so. He can tell from Mordekaiser's actions and demeanor that he didn't do anything for comfort or to gain the love of people. He did things that benefitted him and his people the most, like what he did with Gwen and himself. Unless Gwen liked to try to convince Mordekaiser to do so, Warwick had a feeling that Mordekaiser would never do what Gwen desired.

"I doubt he would ever do that, Gwen." Said Warwick as he eyed the various guards all around them. They may not look like it, but Warwick knew they were keeping an eye on them while they were under the vision of the soldiers. He also knew that, if Mordekaiser ordered it, they would gun them down without much trouble. Both Gwen and Warwick would take a good portion of them down first, but eventually, they'll be killed and their souls used in any fashion Mordekaiser wanted them to be used. He hated that feeling of being watched, but it's not like he can do anything about it. Well, anything that wouldn't leave Gwen alone in Hell.

Gwen, upon hearing Warwick's words, nodded her head sadly at that. She was about to ask Warwick a question when she heard some maddening giggling nearby. Curious, Gwen went to the noise and found a demon female giggling madly to herself as some of Mordekaiser's men were giving her crates of something to a fashionably dressed female demon and another fashionably dressed male one as well. With them were a bunch of other demons as well that weren't as fashionably dressed like the other two.

The female had gray-brownish skin and had her messy hair, which was a mix of white, velvet, and maroon with the latter two being equally dominant, done in two big bushy pigtails. Her tea-length black, white, and velvet dress was fashionably brilliant to Gwen along with its hearts around the rim of the dress. She also wore black stockings and white and velvet fingerless gloves. Currently, this female demon's face was embedded on a phone in her hands, her white eyes and red sclera showing glee with whatever she was looking at on the phone.

Besides her was a male demon with a T.V. for ahead. His light blue eyes were glaring at the Immortal Bastion soldier that was handing supplies to the other sinner demons with the two fashionably dressed demons. His stripped tuxedo went fashionably well with his head and the blacktop hat above it. Gwen had to admit, when demons wished to be fancy, they can be fancy.

"Who are these people?" Whispered Gwen to Warwick as they spied on the transition happening between Mordekaiser's people and these other demons.

"Business." Said Warwick with a growl. His feral side wanted to interrupt it all and kill everyone present, but his rational side as well as his natural sense of preservation stopped him. The two fancy-dressed demons were powerful. He didn't know how, but he knew that they were powerful and that he and Gwen stood no chance against them. So, much as he detested it as he can literally smell the sin between those two alone, Warwick stood down. "They're trading each other for something the other side wants. It's that simple."

"Really?" Asked Gwen before smiling. "Well, I hope that they're both satisfied with what they all get." Warwick rolled his eyes at that, annoyed with Gwen's naivety. He loved the girl, but sometimes she can be such an idiot at these sorts of things. Soon, they heard the female demon laugh out loud before speaking up.

"Look at all these views, Voxxie!" Yelled the demonette as she shoved her phone towards the T.V.-headed demon. "My simps love me so much!" The T.V. demon called Voxxie growled at the name before responding.

"I thought I told you to never call me by that name ever again!?" Yelled the demon as he glared at his fellow demonette.

"But it's because of your anger that I use it!" Said the demonette with a laugh as she began typing something on her phone. Voxxie just growled before looking at the Mordekaiser's troops.

"Alright, that should be everything that we ordered." Said Voxxie. "How much do we have to pay you?"

"One hundred thousand souls, Overlord Vox." Said a hooded figure amongst the Immortal Bastion soldiers. Unlike the others, who were armored to the teeth, this one was clad in raggedy clothing with a hood that concealed their face to Warwick and Gwen. Upon hearing that amount, Vox scowled at that.

"Why the fuck does all this cost that much?!" Demanded Vox as he glared at the hooded figure. "I ran the fucking numbers and there's no way the stuff we purchased and have in your vaults will go up to that much. What the fuck are you playing?" Instead of answering, the hooded figure pointed at the demonette, who simply giggled as she shrugged with a massive smile on her face.

"I ordered a lot more stuff for my potions and drugs, Voxxie." Said the demonette, causing him to narrow his eyes in rage. "C'mon. My fans want my products. My stuff is selling really fast, like simps when they see a chance to get close to their targets of affection. I need more stuff. So, I ordered more stuff in the last minute."

"And you couldn't fucking tell me this, Velvet, why!?" Demanded Vox as he glared at his cohort. The fucking bitch may have been an Overlord like him and part of the three Vs along with him and Valentino, but goddamn was she immature and stupid when it comes to stuff like this.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Said Velvet with a smile, causing Vox to growl in annoyance.

"You're fucking paying the extra dough." Said Vox as he brought out a check with his name on it. He then gave it to the hooded figure while Velvet pouted. Still, she typed something on her phone and, in a flash of red lightning, a check with her name on it along with the amount of money needed to pay for her extra materials appeared in her left hand. She then gave the check to the hooded figure as well, who inspected both checks to see if both Overlords had enough money to pay for their materials. Nodding in satisfaction when he saw that they did, he bid them a good day before leaving with the rest of the soldiers, leaving the other demons with their ordered supplies.

Giving Velvet a finger, Vox barked orders at the other demons to hurry up carrying that stuff back to his company building while Velvet was giggling to herself as she typed something into her phone. As this was happening, Gwen couldn't help but wonder what those were in those crates. Warwick believed they were being used to commit sinful acts, something that enraged him, but Gwen managed to hold him back. As the two Overlords began to leave with their purchased goods, Vox suddenly detected something coming nearby. Something…living?

Stopping, he turned around and saw a blue-haired human female looking at him with a hellhound-like being with her. Blinking in surprise, Vox was momentarily stunned at seeing a living soul here in Hell. At first, he thought it was his mind tricking him, he did drink a bit last night but really focusing on it, he felt the girl was indeed among the living. And that she had never died. What the hell was she doing in Hell when she never died?

He was trying to figure that out when Velvet squealed out upon seeing the girl along with the hellhound thing and teleported towards them, surprising everyone.

"Oh! This is something!" Yelled Velvet as she took pictures of both Gwen and Warwick. The latter growled at this, but Gwen kept him calm enough from lunging to his very likely death at the hands of the pig-tailed demonette. "Actual living mortals from Earth! Oh, this is something that everyone has to know about! *Squeals* Oh my follower count will go up sky high when I post some photos of you two with me!" Velvet was about to take a picture of her with Gwen and Warwick when her phone suddenly exploded, making her scream out in shock. She was about to ask when the hell happened when Vox came forward, causing Velvet to pout. "Voxxie! That was a completely brand new phone! I just got it today!"

"You get a new phone every day cause you keep breaking them." Growled Vox before looking at both Gwen and Warwick. "Besides, we got something much more interesting than followers and I'm not letting you spoil it by revealing them to literally everyone in Hell! So back the fuck off!" Pouting angrily, Velvet backed off from the two and went to sulk in a corner nearby. With her pacified, Vox gave a toothy grin and looked at both Warwick and Gwen.

"Now isn't this a surprise?" Said Vox as he observed both Warwick and Gwen. "Not only do we have living mortals from Earth here, but there's completely unique." Fear growing within her, Gwen still spoke up to Vox while Warwick guarded her with bared teeth, much to the amusement of Vox.

"What do you mean by that, sir?" Asked Gwen, nervous. She wasn't in Hell for long, but she knew a little about Overlords and how even the weakest of them were some of the most powerful beings in Hell. Not as strong as those above them, although exceptions do exist, but strong enough that neither Gwen or Warwick stood a chance against any of them.

"Well, for one, you have only a part of a person's soul." Said Vox as he pointed at Gwen. He then pointed at Warwick. "And he's got a bunch of souls mixed in with his human one. It's like someone was using souls like playdough and mixed them all together with no regard for the spiritual balance of the poor sod that has to have them all inside him. And this tech." He then observed all the pistons and injectors all around Warwick's body. "Drugs that enhance one's physical capabilities at expense of self-control. Hmm, slobby work, but that was probably the intention. Someone probably wanted a mindless killer in him." He then touched one of Warwick's ears, causing the beast to growl. "And not only souls but the mad sod that made you also decided to play god and create something out of a bunch of god's creations. Oh, that's a sure-way ticket to hell. That's a good thing, actually, I would like to employ that man that did this. I got a lot of enemies that I would like to employ his mad genius on." When Warwick heard that, he tried to bit Vox's throat, only for the Overlord to suddenly disappear and appear a few feet back from Warwick.

"Touchy subject, eh?" Asked Vox with a shit-eating grin. "Normally I would be ripping you to pieces for that attack, but since you're here in the Immortal Bastion, I'm guessing both of you are under Mordekaiser's protection and I'm not going up against him. So, consider yourself lucky." Warwick growled at that and was about to lunge on Vox when Gwen stepped in front of him.

"Thank you, sir." Said Gwen, hoping that the Overlord would leave them alone. "But we really must be going." With that, she began leading Warwick away from both Velvet and Vox. As they left, Velvet spoke to Vox.

"Why the hell did you want to leave them alone?" Asked Velvet as she walked up to Vox. "You could have used them to get back into Val's good side again. He could certainly use that girl in his porn studio after Angel left."

"Because I'm not stupid, Velvet." Said Vox with a roll of his eyes. "Sure it would get me and Valentino back together, after our fourth breakup this month, but it's only temporary. She's living in the Immortal Bastion, doll. That means Mordekaiser knows about her and Warwick. And since no one else knows about them, Mordekaiser is keeping them a secret. A secret that, if exposed too early, will cause him to rip a new one on the dumbass that revealed it. That being us. Do you want Mordekaiser to torture us for the rest of eternity? Or have Thresh do it?" Imaging either of those two torturing them sent chills up Velvet's spine. After seeing Velvet shaking her head, Vox spoke up. "Then keep this event a secret until those two are revealed to the public by either Mordekaiser or some other dumbass stupid enough to do so. After that, you can take as many pictures as you want with them." Velvet nodded at that, hoping that it would be soon. She so wanted to take pictures with that other girl. It was so rare to find people that had their hair done in pigtails. Plus, she was so cute that Velvet wanted to hug her so tightly that she could literally pop.

With Velvet complying with his wishes, Vox went to where his servants were to get his stuff and Velvet followed soon. As they walked, however, they suddenly received messages from Valentino, and with those messages was something rather juicy.

Meanwhile, Mordekaiser had seen this entire exchange from his throne and was amused. Vox made the right choice. If he had revealed them or had taken Gwen and Warwick from him, he would torture him and Velvet for eternity. Alastor would very much enjoy that as he was a rival with Vox, but Mordekaiser cared little about the radio demon's rivalry with Vox. As he was pondering on what to do, he suddenly received a message from Crucian. Good, it had been two weeks since he heard from Crucian since he assigned him to both look tail Rosie and keep an eye on those idiotic Imps from I.M.P. Since then, there have been no more issues from the Imps or Stolas it seemed. Curious.

Looking at the phone near his throne, Mordekaiser saw that Rosie had moved on from the Imp hotel she was staying in initially. She was now living in a motel in Pride City. A rundown one at that.

That was a bit surprising. Rosie always preferred refined places that were clean and had a complete disdain for any filth and muck in anywhere she slept. The last time someone suggested she stay in a rundown motel ended up being forced to stay outside of her Emporium during the annual extermination.

Humming to himself, Mordekaiser wondered what was causing Rosie to live in a place she disdains on principle rather than staying at her normal home in the Emporium or staying at a friends' like Mimzy, a sinner friend of hers. Just what was she scared of that she was resorting to hiding? It can't be a rival Overlord or some other denizen of Hell. Crucian would have found out about it and informed him of it. Plus, if it was indeed a demon than Rosie would have fought back, mostly through subterfuge, but she would fight over running away.

Thinking up of possible strategies she would do, Mordekaiser wondered if there was something that he was missing. Searching his mind over everything that he can possibly connect to Rosie's behavior, both currently and when they last meet with each other in person.

When they last met, she was regretful, even sad, at not giving Mordekaiser the real reason for her continual refusals of his offer for her to become the lady of the Immortal Bastion. But with those attitudes, he saw fear in her eyes. Not fear of his wrath, no, but for something else. Something that caused her to deny his offer repeatedly. Perhaps was even responsible for her first refusal in the first place after she was so inclined to it when he first offered it.

Placing a metal hand near where his mouth would be, Mordekaiser wondered what could cause her to be so afraid. It couldn't be Lucifer, he couldn't have known about his affiliation with Rosie and he wouldn't do this. Then again, he was a prideful fool and he was capable of making long-term plans so he shouldn't cross him out, even if it seems unlikely. Not when there were better ways to get under his skin, figuratively speaking. One of the seven deadly sins? Possibly, but he doubted any of them were willing to do something so deceitful without anything to gain from it. Satan? Another possibility. The angels?

Humming at the thought of the angels being responsible for all this, a suspect that he originally thought was the reason for all this, Mordekaiser wondered how angels came to Hell in the first place without any of the leaders of Hell knowing about it? Let alone himself? And even then if they are responsible, how could they possibly know about Rosie's affiliation with him?

As he was pondering on who is ultimately responsible for all this, Karthus soon arrived with Stolas' book in hand.

"My liege." Said Karthus while bowing. Mordekaiser looked at the sinner before him, wondering what he wanted. After ordering him to rise, the Iron Revenant ordered the Death Singer to speak on why he was here. "I've uncovered a great deal of information from this tome. I must admit, the knowledge here surpasses anything that I possess. Such powerful magic lay within this tome and it's in the possession of a fool that hands it willingly to a worthless Imp in exchange for fornication with him." Mordekaiser couldn't help but give a scoff of amusement for what Karthus said about Stolas and Blitzo.

Much like himself, Karthus found Stolas and Blitzo to be fooled that misuse the grimoire for their own selfish desires. If Mordekaiser willed it, Karthus would kill them both or, at the very least, torture them beyond imagining for wasting such a powerful grimoire for such meaningless goals. To Karthus, these actions were what is wrong with Hell. Far too many people are wasting their resources and time in conducting selfish and meaningless goals that don't benefit society at all. Only their own pockets or their own bodies. It was one of the reasons why Karthus wished that they can conduct war on the other lords of Hell and crown Mordekaiser as the new King of Hell. So that he can spread his prosperity and authority over all denizens of Hell. Not just his own people.

As much as a part of Mordekaiser wished that as well, he knew the time was not yet. Beyond the Treaty of Iron preventing him from attacking the Magne family and the other denizens of Hell unless they attack him first, his armies are not strong enough to handle the entirety of Hell. Yet.

No, right now was not the time to be a conqueror. Right now, it was time to be the administrator. A lord over his subjects that protects them from harm so that they can be of use to him in the future. This was something he learned since his death, during his time with Rosie. Sometimes, one cannot rush their goals, lest they lose everything in the process. Sometimes, they must be like a spider and wait for their goal to come to them. And then slowly secure it into their grasp. Sometimes, patience is what wins a war. Not strength.

Karthus understood this, but sometimes the other rulers of Hell truly infuriate him with their actions that he sometimes wishes that they would kill them all, treaty be damned, and replace them all with Mordekaiser's vision and rule. It was something that Mordekaiser shared, but he kept it under control. Most of the time.

"Stolas has always been a fool." Said Mordekaiser. "He has a wife and daughter, yet he refused to be faithful to the former and cause pain to the latter with his infidelity. And yet he claims he cares about her while also continuing the causes for her pain? Pathetic." Karthus nodded at that in agreement before Mordekaiser continued. "Learn what you can from the tome, Karthus. Memorize it all if you have to. I cannot imagine Lucifer would be none too pleased when he realized that we took Stolas' grimoire from him, given its power. Stolas may have been silent for two weeks, but that doesn't mean he isn't plotting something." Karthus nodded at that and was about to depart when Mordekaiser spoke again. "Just a moment, Death Singer. I have a question for you?" Curious, Karthus stopped to look at Mordekaiser.

"Tell me, is it possible for Angels to infiltrate Hell without any of us knowing?" Asked Mordekaiser, thinking back on the possibility that it was an Angel responsible for all this. Blinking in surprise, Karthus spoke up.

"It's entirely possible, my lord." Said Karthus. "The Exterminators, for all their power, are not as strong as some believe them to be. From my dissections, they seem to be just the common foot soldiers of Heaven, nowhere near as powerful as the upper echelons of Heaven, like the Archangels. I imagine a powerful angel, with knowledge of the art of stealth and camouflaging their power, can easily enter Hell without any of us knowing." Mordekaiser hummed at that before asking another question.

"If so, then is it possible that an Angel is responsible for Rosie's erratic behavior?" Asked Mordekaiser, trusting Karthus to answer the question truthfully. Again, the Death Singer blinked at the question before replying.

"Possibly, though why would an Angel go for her, a mere Overlord, over one of the princes of Hell?" Asked Karthus, confused at the question.

"Because of her connection with us." Said Mordekaiser. "As you know, Karthus, it's because of Rosie that our kingdom is in existence. Without her and her pity, neither myself nor this entire kingdom would exist. Given how we humiliated the Angels' thousands of years ago, I recently hypothesized that they are responsible for Rosie's rejections of becoming a lady of the Immortal Bastion as well as her strange behavior as of late." Karthus pondered on this, giving the hypothesis some thought.

In some ways, it would sense. Though Karthus didn't know the full picture as Mordekaiser, he knew enough. Rosie had acted rather strange since meeting Mordekaiser in Princess Charlotte's hotel. And when she had sent someone to the hotel whose name matched the naming conventions of Mordekaiser's old people, Mordekaiser had sent spies to monitor her. And then there was the fact she was staying in a hotel in Imp City, one of the more rundown cities in Pride. It was all perplexing to Karthus and he imagined it was the same for the Iron Revenant as well. Enough that both of them wished to understand what is going on.

But going back to the hypothesis, Karthus found it strong in some aspects but lacking in one.

"A reasonable assumption, your lordship, but I question why the Angels would go for her." Said Karthus as he looked at Mordekaiser. "By your own admissions to me in the past, neither you nor Rosie displayed any sort of special interactions prior to her first refusal that could identify how…close you two are. Why would they attack her if they were not able to discern her relations with us?"

"Perhaps they didn't know about it and simply targeted her for another ploy." Said Mordekaiser. "Or perhaps they managed to discern her past with us through means that we know not of." Karthus hummed at that, not removing the possibility from the equation as he knew just how much knowledge they lack regarding the Angels and what they have in their possession, much to his chagrin. "Whatever it is, we can't know for certain until Rosie comes to us or we acquire her for ourselves."

"Then, perhaps, my lord, that we should capture her and bring her here to the Immortal Bastion, regardless of her wishes." Suggested Karthus. "While there is no need to be urgent, perhaps it would be best for all that we get to the bottom of this immediately. So that, in case it's truly Angels responsible for her behavior, then we can prepare for any fallout that will come by attempting to figure out what is going on Rosie." Mordekaiser hummed at that. Much as he wished to figure out what was going on, he didn't want to force Rosie to do something against her will. He respected her a great deal and didn't wish to do anything against the woman that allowed him to become what he is now. Plus, there was the obvious threat of whoever was responsible for all this reacting to his actions and acting against him as a result. And yet, if she was being threatened by Angels or someone else and she was holding it from him, then he must act. She was…special to him, much as he hated to admit it.

Thinking about it long and hard, Mordekaiser eventually decided that it would be in the best interest of all that he force Rosie to come, even if he disliked it. If anyone was daring to threaten Rosie and she was keeping it from him, then he must act in her stead if she refused to do so herself. If nothing else, it'll be the perfect excuse to allow his warriors to face a foe beyond each other and those Overlords that thought it was a good idea to anger him.

He was about to communicate with Crucian about the changes in his assignment when Hecarim barged right in, his soul being particularly bloodthirsty today, but at the same time, it felt…confused and conflicted. Curious. Mordekaiser was about to ask him what the meaning of his intrusion was when Hecarim spoke up.

"My lord, I sense something is afoot." Said Hecarim, his normally grave and bloodthirsty voice sounding confused and frustrated over something. "My men are suffering from voices in their head." Curious, Mordekaiser ordered Hecarim to elaborate, which he did. "They've been having a singular voice speaking while they rest or even on duty. It's a voice some claim to be familiar with, but they can't identify it. In addition, I've just received word that Princess Charlotte had been attacked by a mysterious shadowy entity. Out in public no less." Upon hearing that, Mordekaiser got up from his throne, processing this.

"Is Princess Charlotte safe and what was the entity that attacked her?" Asked Mordekaiser, curious about what it was. If that was true, then what fool would dare to attack Lucifer's daughter. Mocking her and her family seemed to be allowed by Lucifer, for some reason, but attacking her? In public as well? What fool would ever do such a thing? Lucifer was still a fool, which he won't deny, but attacking his daughter was something beyond foolish. The King of Hell would not dare to allow such an indignity to come to pass.

"We…do not have the answer for both of those questions, my lord." Said Hecarim honestly. "But pictures of it have appeared throughout various media in Hell regarding the attack." Upon hearing that, the phone near Mordekaiser rang. Looking down, he saw a picture of the figure that attacked Charlie in full view and frowned.

"Karthus. Do you know about this creature?" Asked Mordekaiser before summoning a normal-sized human hand to grab the phone before showing the picture to Karthus. As he looked at the picture, Karthus hummed as he tried to identify the figure.

"I do not, my lord." Said Karthus. "In fact, this is something that doesn't match any known creature in Hell. Even the ones in the other rings." Mordekaiser hummed at this as he looked at the creature attacking Charlie, wondering what this all meant and if this thing was connecting to Rosie and her plight. Whatever it was, Mordekaiser had to act as it attacked someone he was supporting and, if he didn't do anything to help, then it would make him look unreliable and that was something he cannot allow to happen. With that in mind, he magically ordered the Iron Guard within the Hazbin Hotel to assist the hotel staff in both locating Charlie and the figure that attacked her.

As he was doing so, he suddenly heard a melody so beautiful and sweet that it left him momentarily stunned at hearing it. At first, he wondered what a melody was doing in his mental connection with his Iron Guard, but then it continued and he found himself entranced with it. Curious, he tried to pinpoint it and only found it was located within the Hazbin Hotel. Growling at this, Mordekaiser tried to take control of one of his Iron Guard to figure out what was the source of this melody when it suddenly stopped before he could do so. Growling again, Mordekaiser wondered what that melody was.

It was the most beautiful if he could be a judge for such things, he had ever heard. Normally he wouldn't care much about music unless it was about war, but this one. This one spoke in ways that he never thought possible. He had to have whatever caused such beautiful music for himself.

With that in mind, he made the decision to head for the Hazbin Hotel, departing alone, much to Karthus' surprise. Despite the lich's protests, Mordekaiser was adamant about going alone. It's not like he was incapable of defending himself plus he had some of his Iron Guard at the hotel, so he wasn't completely without aid. Even still, Karthus worried for his lord's safety and tried to convince him to at least take Mortem with him to no avail.

Before he departed, however, he ordered Karthus to inform Crucian to bring Rosie in. The time had come to figure out what was going on exactly with her and who was behind her behavior. Although the lich did what he was ordered, he made a slight adjustment to the orders, feeling that Rosie was needed to keep an eye on Mordekaiser while at the hotel, along with Crucian. Plus, if a fight came to pass, then those foolish Imps that Mordekaiser hired could die and he would be rid of their stupidity forever.

Meanwhile

As Sona was making music for her crowd, mostly the Iron Guard, she heard a voice in her head, telling her to do her task when Mordekaiser arrived at the hotel. She felt her lips twitch a bit before nodding her head. With that, the voice was gone and Sona let loose a sigh of regret.

"Forgive me, Miss Charlie." Thought Sona as she thought of that wonderful princess that made this hotel. "But I'm forced to do something that may crush your dreams before they could even bloom." With that, she ended her melody and left her crowd for her room so that she can begin preparations to make Mordekaiser start a war with Lucifer.