"They look exactly as I would imagine they would look like." Charlie leaned against the railing of her balcony as she looked up at the blood tinted sky, her eyes intent in their focus.

As Alastor followed her gaze, he realized that she was looking up at the immaculate white sphere that was surrounded by a halo. He pursed his lips at the sight.

Heaven.

Still, Alastor decided to join her, but he opted to sit on the railing, his back to Pentagram City. "Pardon, my dear?" He leaned forward so that his chin rested on the head of his microphone, which muttered something about personal boundaries and that he didn't appreciate being used as a recliner.

Charlie's eyes seemed to be misted over, but she stayed perfectly still. Her gaze never left the moon and Alastor felt a stab of irritation ignite. Whenever Charlie had her head in the clouds, it was hard to know if he actually held her attention or if she was merely giving him filler answers.

"The angels… I've never seen one up close." Charlie chuckled wryly to herself before she glanced up at her business partner. "It's ironic since my dad used to be one, but he would never show me his wings. Something to do with it being painful and well…" Charlie shrugged her delicate shoulders, a tear pooling at the edge of one of her eyes.

Without much thought put into his actions, the Radio Demon reached into his ragged overcoat and grabbed a lace handkerchief that had been gifted to him so long ago by a dear friend. He hated having to part with it, but, as he looked at the blonde with contemplation, he found that he didn't mind. A lady in need was far more deserving of a lacy bauble than he who never cried.

With a flourish, he bent forward in his perch and dabbed her eye. All the while, he kept himself focused on her eyes, not once straying away from his target.

"You've never seen one up close?" Alastor couldn't help but wonder. "You've lived longer than all of us in the hotel combined. There wasn't a chance at all?"

Charlie laughed lowly before she faced him fully. "I think it had something to do with the fact that I am the Princess of all of Hell. It would be… sort of tragic if I were to end up dead if I went outside during the extermination." She traced the railing with one of her fingers as she glanced down at the citizens milling below. "I've always wanted to meet them. The angels. My uncles, especially."

"And God?"

She shrugged. "Dad said my head would explode and my molecules would disintegrate within seconds of beholding or perceiving his true form. It's marginally safer to view an angel up close."

"But your father doesn't count."

"That about sums it up. Yeah."

"And what about you? Don't you count?"

Charlie mumbled something under her breath. This time, instead of something heated searing his body, he felt strangely concerned and sad for the young woman. With a small hum, he gracefully jumped from his seat on the balcony railing and leaned forward slightly over Charlie.

"My dear, I hate to be a bother, but I couldn't hear you." He flashed a small smile at her when she refused to look into his eyes. "Why, if I didn't know any better, I would think that you were keeping something from me!"

Underneath his piercing gaze, Charlie squirmed and rocked on her heels. Truly, they had become closer over the past few decades while managing the hotel. Whatever walls or boundaries that had separated them back in their first meeting had slowly crumbled after years of coaxing (from her) and the eventual concession of allowing himself to be more vulnerable to others (mainly her, but it was an improvement from Alastor). With that said, it surprised Charlie a little to know that she was withholding something of great value to her person—a gesture that decades ago, she wouldn't have questioned. Now, she wasn't too sure if she should keep this matter a secret—even if the aforementioned secret wasn't exactly that.

Meanwhile, Alastor found himself impatiently waiting for her reply. After years of entertaining the masses via broadcasts, Alastor found it deeply uncomfortable that Charlie was electing to stay inside her head all this time. Inane chatter was one thing (he quite liked it when she opened up to him), but this… It was like she was hiding something from him. What if it was something important? And besides… it felt like… in a way, like she was ignoring him.

And entertainers like him don't like to be ignored.

As the radio static seemed to reach an ungodly level of noise, Charlie seemed to snap out of whatever trance that she was in. She faltered upon seeing Alastor's blank expression—or as blank as it could get while a smile still marred his features, but stood her ground.

"No… I don't think I count. I'm just a hellborn demon." She wrapped her arms around her middle and leaned over the railing. "When I was younger, I always begged Dad to let me see his wings. He would laugh it off and tell me that it wasn't worth it. I—I knew that he was lying, he's always a liar that one, but I was young and I took his word for it. And then, one day, while I was still almost a few centuries old, I managed to sneak out and watch the extermination process for the first time…"

Charlie glanced at Alastor at the corner of her eyes, unsure of she still had his attention. She need not worry. The Radio Demon looked pensive, the smile on his face was nothing more than a curved line on his face as he tried to understand her point.

"I guess… a part of me is jealous." She sucked in a deep breath, her gaze returning to her beloved city. "Don't get me wrong, I love Hell and I love the people more, but… the angels were so beautiful… Their halos, the way they moved, the wings…." Charlie shook her head to dispel her crazy though. "I've always wanted to fly into the sky, see the stars for myself…"

"By flying?"

She nodded.

"Isn't that crazy? I have everything I could possibly dream of down here, but heaven just calls to me."