Chapter Rating: Mature (Explicit in future chapters)

Warnings: Manipulation, Shaming, Emotional Abuse

Holy shit. Oh, fuck. There he was. The creature you had heard about your entire life. The epitome of all things evil and corrupt… the embodiment of sin… and he was standing directly in front of you, meeting your horrified expression with an amused one of his own.

Finding words was impossible as your mouth hung open in shock, unsure of what to say or how to address your current situation. Granted, this Lucifer was an animation, and an extremely whimsical one at that, but considering what you had heard, you were certain that he was capable of terrible and downright unspeakable things.

"Cat got your tongue?" Lucifer teased, quirking an eyebrow.

At that moment, it just so happened that a grumpy cat-demon was passing by. From the hallway, you could hear Husk grumble, "Fuck off," clearly offended by the remark and probably on his way to the bar. He seemed to be surprisingly unfazed by Lucifer's presence. Either that, or he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was even there.

Luckily, Charlie broke the tense silence that filled the room. "W-where's Mom?

Releasing an exasperated sigh, Lucifer turned to address his very clearly emotionally overwhelmed daughter. "She's on another one of her holidays. She took the gardener and fled to the second circle of Hell for some time away. I think that it will do her some good."

Upon noticing Charlie's look of despair and your perplexed expression, Lucifer chuckled darkly. "Lilith and I have what you would call an open relationship. I adore the woman, but alas, she and I tend to grow tired of each other's company after several millennia. You could not have come at a better time, little human!"

Changing the subject, Charlie interjected, "So… that's why you're here? I haven't heard from you or Mom in weeks, but somehow you can find the time to cross the nine Circles of Hell to see someone you don't even know?"

"Oh, Charlotte. Desperation is not a good look on you," Lucifer sneered, brushing off Charlie's jab. "You're a Magne for Satan's sake. Wipe that dejected look off of your face and stop embarrassing yourself."

Fighting back tears, Charlie's bottom lip quivered, but she managed to keep herself in check. "Yes, Dad…"

Anger was bubbling up inside of you and threatening to spill over. You had exchanged a look with Alastor, who very subtly shook his head, indicating that now was not the time to lose your cool.

"Now," Lucifer declared, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Let's get moving, shall we? Oh, this is absolutely thrilling! I have so many things to inquire about."

Finally finding your words, you spoke barely above a whisper, "I don't want to leave."

Wagging his finger disapprovingly at you, Lucifer chastised, "I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. You're deliciously powerless and at the mercy of Hell's ruler… who just happens to be me!" He cackled at his own joke, which wasn't even funny.

"But, Dad," Charlie couldn't stop herself from butting in. "She's doing well here. We're keeping her safe and she's just getting settled. We're making progress, and I really don't think that it's a good idea-"

"Enough!" Lucifer snarled, shaking the whole room with the intensity of his anger. He bared his teeth at Charlie, his eyes now a fiery red and yellow as he glared at her. "Do not defy me, child. Your sympathy for other creatures is pathetic and will not be tolerated!"

To Charlie's credit, she refused to cower before him and instead puffed out her chest, challenging him as her own eyes flashed red and yellow back at him.

"If I may," Alastor's calm and collected voice cut through the tension in the room. "The princess makes a valid argument."

As everyone turned to look at the Radio Demon, Lucifer returned to his former self, brushing his hair back to smooth out the blonde strands that had fallen out of place during his fit of rage.

"Ah, Alastor. I see the rumors are true. You've decided to embark in the hospitality industry. It's a far cry from Overlord status, but to each their own, I suppose."

Alastor remained eerily still, his smile prominently projecting while his eyes narrowed ever so subtly, which Lucifer seemed to pick up on. "Come now, old friend. I have nothing but the utmost respect for you and your endeavors. Perhaps you can teach my daughter a thing or two about Hell and the roles each soul must play."

"I have no intention of soliciting false pretenses, Luci, my dear. I am merely here to watch the scum of the earth struggle for betterment before they trip and tumble down into the fiery pit of failure." A shiver crept down your spine as he finished and he had a sinister gleam in his eyes.

"Ha!" Lucifer exclaimed. "I should have known. You're far too clever to abed Charlotte in a failed quest of humanity."

"Come now, Luci," Alastor began, tutting the King of Hell. "Must you be so cynical? If nothing else, she's providing entertainment. I would think that you, of all sinners, would enjoy that."

"Apparently, you know nothing of the things that I enjoy, Stag," Lucifer quipped using a peculiar nickname.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully. "Oh, I wouldn't say nothing."

An awkward silence filled the room as Lucifer cleared his throat before swallowing thickly. Alastor's cold and calculated stare was unwavering and wicked.

Quickly averting the topic, Lucifer stated, "The fact remains, it's not safe for a vulnerable human here in the hotel."

"I beg to differ," Alastor countered, nonchalantly twirling his cane in his hands. "She's no safer with you, Luci darling. You have a significant target on your back and were she to stay with you, she would be in constant danger."

"I could say the same for you," Lucifer argued, narrowing his eyes while his smile widened. The similarities between Lucifer and Alastor were unsettling. "You've made your fair share of enemies."

"That may be, but I have nothing but free time," Alastor deflected with a hint of malice. "You have enough on your plate, what with the recent extermination and those dreadful turf wars that are always on the picture show. The last thing you need is to be burdened with something like this."

Lucifer sneered, pausing to look over the Radio Demon as if he were looking for something to give him ammunition for the conversation. "If I didn't know any better, my old friend, I would think that you were trying to manipulate me into allowing her to stay."

Alastor's smile crept higher into his cheeks, the slits of his eyes thinning ever so slightly. "I think we're far past the point of manipulation. I won't beat around the bush. It would be a mistake for you to take her right now."

Lucifer growled, his impatience fracturing the surface of his indifferent disposition. "The mistake would be to underestimate me."

"Dad, enough!" Charlie interjected, no longer able to stifle her disdain. "Why is it always a fight with you? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"Charlotte," he warned, not bothering to look at her.

"For the last time, it's Charlie," she opposed, fuming. "I just… we were managing just fine. Why does this even matter to you?"

"Charlie," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "Just when I think there might be hope for your future, you set yourself up for failure. You are a disappointment and an embarrassment to me, and I grow tired of your insolence."

Each word spoken was like a dagger in Charlie's heart. She was trying so hard to be strong, but she was close to breaking down. Unable to hold back any longer, you snapped.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

The words had left your mouth before you could stop them. The whole room fell silent as everyone turned to Lucifer to gauge his reaction.

"Beg your pardon?" he inquired, his expression stoic.

Swallowing thickly, you continued, "Why are you being so unnecessarily cruel? She's your daughter, and she's been nothing but kind and helpful since I arrived. Why do you have to openly mock and demean her like that?"

His eyes searched yours as you stood frozen, waiting for him to slaughter you for talking back to him. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed, clearly entertained by your ignorance. However, just as you thought he was going to let it go, you were thrown up against the wall, his hand at your throat as he lifted you from the ground. Your nails raked at his hands while your feet scuffled, trying to find anything to lift you and alleviate the pressure on your neck.

"Silly girl," he hissed, his eyes becoming snake-like as he glared at you. "You're here as my guest, and I am a courteous host, but make no mistake… should you cross me, it will be the last thing you ever do."

Finally, he let go, allowing your body to slump to the ground as you choked and gasped for air.

Brushing off his sleeves and straightening out his jacket, Lucifer sighed before speaking. "She will remain here temporarily until I can make proper arrangements."

No one spoke as he looked down at you on the ground, grinning wickedly. "Take care, silly human. I'll see you soon."

With that, he saw himself out, not bothering to utter another word, leaving behind a haunting silence in his wake.

You hardly noticed the hand that was being extended to you as you sat on the ground, dazed by the interaction. When you glanced up, you saw that the hand belonged to Alastor, who was offering you a casual smile. "How are you so happy all the time?" you grumbled as you took his hand, allowing him to haul you to your feet.

"A smile does not necessarily convey happiness," he explained as he looked you over. "Hell is prominently filled with barbaric individuals who favor crass behavior above all else. It's quite dull. I myself am in favor of a more amiable approach."

Before you could respond, Charlie approached you, wrapping her arms around you as she pulled you into a tight embrace. "Are you okay?" she asked, still tightly wrapped around you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?"

Retracting herself, she nodded glumly. "I'm used to it. In case you couldn't tell, my dad and I don't exactly have the best relationship. And as much as I appreciate what you did, you really need to be careful. He holds grudges, and you don't want to get on his bad side."

Nodding your head, you asked, "What happened to Vaggie?"

Sighing, Charlie answered, "She always makes herself scarce when he's around. It goes without saying that Vaggie is a bit… outspoken, and she doesn't want to slip up and say something that she'll regret. She knows that it will only make things worse for us."

"Ah, got it."

Alastor thumped his cane against the wooden floor to gain your attention. "Well, my dear. It seems that we are on the clock. I think it would be best to get you back into the mortal world before Lucifer can carry out his plans. Make no mistake, he's a cheeky fellow, but you do not want to be caught in his web.

"Hey! What you got against webs?" Angel Dust popped his head in the doorway, scowling at the Radio Demon.

"Nothing at all, Mr. Dust!" Alastor replied cheerily. "It's a simple comparison."

"I'm going to go check on Vaggie," Charlie stated. "After that, we can come up with a plan. There's got to be something more that we can do than just go through books to try and get you home," she thought out loud, a determined gleam in her eye.

As she left, Alastor approached you, placing a bony hand on your shoulder, which he meant as a comfort, but instead had the opposite effect, sending a chill down your spine. "Fear not, my dear. I will not let anything happen to you."

With a wink, he withdrew his hand and glided out of the room, humming a show tune on his way out, leaving you alone with Angel Dust.

"Guess I missed all the fun," he quipped before he flung back onto the bed, placing his top set of arms around his head. "Heard the Big Guy was in. He's a charmer, ain't he?"

"You know him?" you asked, your interest piqued.

He shrugged his shoulders casually. "Not personally. But I hear the gossip. Val can't stand him."

"Am I supposed to know who Val is?"

Rolling his eyes, he replied, "He's the top dog around these parts, sweetheart. Big Vee controls the black market of Hell, and that's sayin' somethin'. You wanna know somethin' outside the norm? He's your guy."

Humming thoughtfully for a moment, you asked, "Do you think he'd know anything about returning me to my world?"

"Probably," he teased, brushing his hair back. "Val knows lots a weird stuff. He might be your guy."

"Where do I find him?" you pressed, eager for more information.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the spider demon cautioned. "You don't just show up unannounced. You need an appointment, toots."

"Okay," you sighed, losing your patience. "Can you set up an appointment?"

"I could… but what would you do for me in return?"

Narrowing your eyes, you asked, "Seriously?"

He flashed a smile at you, showing off his golden tooth as he wriggled his eyebrows.

"What is it that you want, Angel?"

"How's about an I.O.U.? I do this for you, and you owe me a favor. Capiche?"

"How do I even know that I can trust you," you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

In mock offense, Angel Dust put a hand over his heart, dropping his jaw. "Well, that's just rude. I'm trustworthy! I haven't told a soul about your relationship with Smiles!"

Huffing, you snapped, "There is no relationship! You just keep walking in at the wrong time!"

"Uh huh," he teased, snickering. "Either way, I've kept my mouth shut, even when there was nothing in it for me. If you wanna talk to Val, I can make that happen, but no more of this free shit. You owe me. Got it?"

"Ugh, okay, fine. Just… make it fast, please."

Jumping up from the bed, the spider blew you a kiss before heading out on his mission, leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your gut. If only you knew what you had just done.