You would think that being the daughter of Lucifer made for a glorious lifestyle here in Hell.

Caviar mountains, champaign fountains, you would think I would have it all.

I stared blankly at the large painting hanging off the main hall wall. The portrait has a younger version of myself between my mother and father with their arms either looped around my figure or each other. Large smiles were on display despite those being portrayed being the "Evil of the World".

But life could be quite lonely as the Princess of Hell.

"You doing alright there, princesa?" I nearly jumped out of my skin as the familiar voice appeared.

"Shit! Fuck!" I turned quickly toward Vaggie as a chuckle escaped the angel. "Sorry, I guess I was lost in my own thoughts there." I scratched at the back of my neck nervously as an amused look took over the shorter woman's face.

"I'd say so." I felt a small flutter of butterflies erupt in my stomach as the angel adjusted the shirt was working in so it wasn't sticking to her skin as much.

But life wasn't as lonely since that fateful encounter.

And sometimes I swear the universe knew what it was doing giving me Vaggie because, with every day that passed, I learned I cared for her more and more.

"Let's take a break then, huh? I bet that'll help you." She moved to place the paint can she was carrying on the clothed floor before dusting off her hands with a bright smile.

I could swear by the way my heart loved to jump into my throat whenever she smiled that I must have fallen that day as well.

"Y-Yeah that would be-." I was cut short as a familiar tone rang within my pocket. "Damn it~." I drew out the word as I dug into my suit pants pocket to fish out my cell phone. I didn't even have to look at the caller ID to know who it was on the other line as I quickly accepted it and held it up to my ear. "Hey, Dad." I gave Vaggie a sorry smile before turning on my hooves and making my way to the small couch that was in the main entry room of the hotel. "What's got me the pleasure of hearing from you today?"

"Hey, Duckie!" His voice was cheerful on the other end as I heard a squeak of a rubber ducky in the background. "How's my little girl? Doing alright? I wanted to call after Exocution Day but I never got a chance to."

"I'm fine, Dad." I sat down on the couch with a huff as Vaggie moved to join me in silent solidarity. "Just working on the hotel." I swallowed for a second as I looked over toward the angel who now took her place beside me. "I actually have a friend here helping me out with it."

"A f-friend? Duckie, you know how I feel about you making friends with sinners. You can't trust-."

"They're not a sinner, Dad." I nearly growled out my words as I felt instantly protective of the woman beside me. "Not an ordinary one at the very least." I looked over toward Vaggie with a small smile which she returned easily. "I-." I hesitated for a second as I contemplated my next words.

Dad has always been hesitant about me making friends with the sinners of hell. He always tried his best to isolate me from the normal day in and out beings of the rings quoting that they couldn't be trusted and how they used his gifts for terrible things. But as someone who was banished from Heaven, would he trust an angel any more than a sinner? Or would that make things worse?

"Duckie-?"

"They're an angel, Dad." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I felt Vaggie slip her hand into mine to give it a small reassuring squeeze. "A fallen, just like you." Silence was the only thing that could be heard on the other line which only made the anxiety that was building in my stomach nearly erupt. "Dad-?"

"OH MY FEATHERS!" A large portal appeared before Vaggie and me as my father's voice echoed from it and the phone at the same time before I dropped the phone into my lap. The shorter being entered from the portal quickly before making his way at neck-breaking speed over toward Vaggie. "I never thought I would see the day! A fellow fallen here in the Hells!" A wide toothy grin took over the man as he seemed to be holding himself back from embracing the woman beside me. "This is amazing!" He let out a little chuckle to himself before a blank expression appeared on his face. "Also quite frightening since I did quite the damage to end up down here myself," His expression went right back into his joyous grin before placing his hands on the other angel's shoulders. "But amazing all in the same sense!"

"Nice to meet you?" Vaggie let out a small greeting as Dad quickly retreated his hands to adjust his waistcoat and calm himself.

"Oh! Where are my manners?" He laughed lightly at himself before tipping his top hat with two fingers and giving her a small bow. "Lucifier Morningstar, a pleasure to meet you miss?" He extended his hand toward Vaggie who slipped hers out of mine to take it with a small shake.

"Vagatha Motha, but I go by Vaggie."

"You got it, Maggie!"

"Dad, she said Vaggie."

"Oops! Right! Vaggie, got it!" Vaggie gave me a concerned look and I just shrugged sheepishly as my father released her hand from his grip. "Quite the name! Very unique. Greek, right? Always loved the Roman era of humans. Gave me quite the reputation!"

"Thank you, sir, and yes. My mother was Greek so she named me after Agatha."

"For good woman! Ha! She knew what she was doing there for sure!" He joked joyfully as he adjusted the cane in his other hand. "Clever little beings, those humans."

"Not all of them, but you can say that for the most part."

"HA!" I watched as my father gave a small laugh at Vaggie's joke before pointing his thumb at her with a smile toward me. "I like this one. Where'd you find our little friend here, Duckie?"

"Duckie?" I blushed as Vaggie gave me a little smirk.

"Long story," I did my best to brush off the embarrassing nickname before turning my attention back toward my father. "Same goes for you, Dad." I gave him a sad look as I patted the coffee table behind him, telling him to take a seat which he did without hesitation. "One I don't think you'll like very much."

"Couldn't be any worse than what I did," The pale-skinned man chuckled a little before glancing over toward Vaggie. "But I have heard that Heaven has been a lot more strict with certain things so you never know."

"Do you want to tell him or do you not feel comfortable about it?" I gave Vaggie my full attention as the angel adjusted in her seat slightly so she could lean back into the couch.

"I can tell it." I watched her features soften as she closed her eye and took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. "You're right about Heaven becoming more strict. They've had a lot of changes occurring to the council and what they view as right and wrong over the small amount of time that I spent up there." She adjusted her posture into a straighter and more refined pose as it seemed that her training from Heaven kicked back into her system somewhat. "But I was high-ranking angel Vaggie Motha of High Angel Adam's team of Exocutionists. Second among the ranks only to his right-hand woman Lute and himself."

"Oh feathers, that's quite the ranking outside of Archangels." My father looked quite impressed despite the dark look in his bright red eyes. "How long were you an exocutionist?"

"Only a few years. Three, I believe." The straightened posture faded slowly as Vaggie shivered at her memories. "I-. I'd like to forget it even happened. Could be more. Could be less. I've blanked out a lot of it."

"That's quite alright, dear." I watched as my father reached out his hand and placed it on her shoulder. "Would you like to tell me more?"

"I would, sir." A determined nod came from Vaggie before she continued. "The training I was given was brutal. A lot to do with the physical feats of the job, but also because of the mental anguish it could put you through." I felt my heart shatter within my chest as I saw Vaggie cast her gaze down toward the floor as if a flood of memories was crashing against the walls of her skull. "You start becoming some sort of machine over time. I disconnected with myself on so many different occasions during Execution Days that I would even forget it even happened despite the blood that would soak my uniform and stay until I scrubbed at it till my fingers were raw." She shook her head for a second as she brought her gaze back up toward Dad. "Some of those bastards would keep the blood on them for as long as they could afterward. Like some kind of badge of honor among the Heavens. Can you believe that shit? Angels coated in blood like righteous warriors against innocent bastards given bad hands and shitty deals."

"Oh, I can believe it." Dad's eyes softened as I watched him give Vaggie a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. "There are some things you girls are way too young to know of that the angels have done that would make those actions look like child's play."

"It's bullshit."

"Rightfully spoken, my dear."

"The day I-." Vaggie seemed to search for the right word. "The day I fell was on the last Execution Day."

"You're shitting me, kid." I could have laughed at how wide my father's eyes had gotten as Vaggie gave him a simple nod in reply. "Really?! Execution Day?!"

"Near the end of it to be exact. Thirty minutes before the bell rang for our removal."

"Well, shit." He took his hand back and leaned back a little before gesturing for Vaggie to continue. "Go on, little one."

"I was dissociating like normal." Her voice was rather dark as she recounted the details. A hollowness in her voice that only ever appeared when she was speaking about the dreadful events of being an exocutionist. It squeezed at my heart as she continued with her story. "I was doing my best to let it be an out-of-body experience until the next sinner that caught my eye was that of a frightened child." Her voice softened ever so slightly as I knew she was thinking back to her sisters she told me about a month prior. "They reminded me of my little siblings from when I was human. So small and frightened. They looked at me like I was the monster that I told them never existed under their beds." I reached out at this point to rub her back gently as I could tell the mental wounds from the experience were still fresh and seeping in her mind. "I couldn't bring myself to kill them. I couldn't become that kind of monster. I already soaked my hands with the blood of sinners, but I-." She hesitated as she looked down at her hands for a second before looking over toward me and then back to my dad. "I couldn't do it."

"What did you do then?"

"I let them go." My father looked astonished as Vaggie spoke once more. "I told them to flee as quickly as they could but it didn't go unnoticed."

"So they saw you spare a sinner. That's why you fell."

"Lute and Adam saw the whole encounter and made me pay for it dearly." Her voice was dark and edging toward breaking as I did my best to continue the comforting circles I was making in her back. I did my best to avoid where her scars were to not cause the angel any more pain than she was already experiencing. "They-." She stopped for a second as her voice cracked slightly under all the emotion she was carrying. "Lute slashed out my eye before punishing me further by ripping apart my wings from my back. Adam encouraged her to just end my existence so Heaven would never know of my failures but-." I felt my heart jump into my throat as Vaggie's gaze turned to me with the softest look I have ever seen come from another being. "Then Charlie came and rescued me from it all."

"They-." I snapped my attention toward my father as a deep growl came from the much smaller being. "They did what to you?"

"I'm fully healed now thanks to your daughter, but yes, they did quite the number on me before fleeing."

"Those fucking bastards." My father stood to his feet as horns started to sprout from his head and his eyes glowed his signature blood red. "I have much to speak with Heaven about."

"Dad," I stood up and reached out toward him to place a gentle hand on his arm. "Please be careful with your anger right now. We don't need Heaven using any of this against us." I watched as he took a deep breath before releasing it slowly into a dark black mist. His horns retracted over a few seconds as his eyes cooled off into the familiar red and yellow combination. "Trust me, I wanted to do the same when I found them like that."

"Feathers," He cursed under his breath as he placed a hand over mine. "What has happened to the powers that be? Even Heaven has fallen in their own sickening ways." He shook his head a little with a defeated sigh. "Well, in the end, you're here and you're not alone, my friend." He turned his gaze to Vaggie with a small smile. "Whatever I can do to aid you in your recovery and time here in Hell, I will do so gladly. Anything in my power is yours to call upon if you need it."

"Thank you, sir."

"Lucifer." He smiled softly toward Vaggie before looking over toward me with the same soft look. "Anyone that is a friend of my daughter is a friend of mine and you have already proven to be quite the friend to Hell. Also," My father shrugged a little as his goofy behavior came flooding back to him. "The whole 'sir' thing never sat with me very well and if you called me Mr Morningstar, it would remind me of my father and I don't think anyone would like that especially me."

"Good to know, Lucifer."

"Again, I like this one." I couldn't help but chuckle as I tried my best to hide the blush that was starting to form on my cheeks.

"I know, she's great." The blush only deepened as I shot Vaggie a wide smile which she reciprocated quickly.

"Well!" My father buffed out his chest with a joyful laugh before looping his arm around me and bringing up his cane with a smile. "How about you show me what you're working on? Oh! And I can make some pancakes for you and your friend! Vaggie likes pancakes right? I hope they do because as you know, they're my favorite!" I gave a sheepish smile toward Vaggie as my father pulled me away toward the general direction of the kitchen. She stood up with a soft smile and followed us without hesitation.

To any other angel, they were a disgrace from the Heavens.

I looked toward my dad who stopped for a second to make sure the other angel could catch up with us as a large toothy grin took over his pale and red features.

But to me, she's a gift from above. A treasure to be cherished and a friend to be loved.

Dad took the arm he had around me to then loop it around Vaggie to help her catch up with the two of us faster before pulling me back in with the arm that held his cane.

And it looks like even Lucifer Morningstar himself was starting to think the same.