A/N: Thank you to everyone who are voting and leaving such nice comments :') I'm such a huge Charlastor fan and I'm so happy that I'm doing the fandom justice. This story is about to get rocky so buckle up my buttercups! Just a warning: there is details of attempted SA! If this is a trigger for you then please skip this chapter and I'll make sure to do a brief summary of this chapter in the next one!

"Alastor please! Get off and we can talk about this!" Charlie tried to wiggle her way free but failed miserably. Alastor leaned his face down only a few inches away from Charlie's. She almost gagged from the smell of vomit on his breath and perspiration from his entire body. His hold on both of her wrists were stronger than she expected since he was holding them with one of his hands. His other hand moved from the bed to the edge of her bathrobe. He curled his claws underneath the robe and slowly started to lift it up. Charlie felt air hit her pelvic area and her heart skipped a beat.

"Now let's see what we have here." Alastor said, drool dripping from his mouth and onto Charlie's exposed collarbone. If the top of her robe opened any more then her breasts would be completely revealed. Her breathing became erratic as she was trying to find a way to get through to him.

"Alastor please, it's me Charlie! You don't want to do this!" Charlie felt tears sting her eyes as they escaped down her temples and into her wet hair. He chuckled so darkly that it rattled through her own ribcage.

"Oh believe me, darling. I know who you are." Alastor began to bring his mouth closer to her own, his claws gliding up her exposed thigh. Charlie closed her eyes and braced herself before Alastor's weight immediately lifted off of her. Her hands went free and she slowly peeked one eye open to see what had happened.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER?" Lucifer bellowed as he had Alastor on the ground. He had a foot on the middle of his back while holding his arms up at an awkward angle. Charlie could hear a bone crack and Alastor yelled in pain.

"Get off of me you royal pain in my ass!" Alastor's voice was so thick with static that Charlie could feel it in the air. The hair on her arms started to raise from the electric charge in the room.

"Not on your life, buddy." Lucifer's horns grew and his eyes bloodshot red. He conjured a sword that was dripping in a black substance. Charlie recognized this as his angelic weapon that he took with him from heaven when he was banished here. He had always made the joke that if any of her boyfriends ever bothered her, he would end their life with it. Charlie felt her heart leap in her throat as he raised the sword with one hand, his other still grasping both of Alastor's wrists. Her own wrists twinged in pain at the realization that it was exactly how Alastor had hers.

"Dad no!" Charlie jumped and grabbed his arm before he could bring down the sword through the writhing demon below him.

"Charlie stand back! Don't you see? He's irredeemable! He's an animal that needs to be put down and I'm more than happy to do it." Lucifer snarled, looking down at Alastor. The Radio demon was looking around the room as if trying to find a weapon for himself or maybe a way out. He looked like a dog that was trapped. Charlie shook her head and tightened her grip on his arm.

"Dad you know this isn't like Alastor! Look at him!" Charlie screamed, trying to get through to Lucifer. He looked down and took a good look at him for the first time. Alastor did seem more manic, that was for sure. It was a vast contrast to his usual calm demeanor.

"What's wrong with him?" Lucifer asked with disgust in his voice.

"His angelic wound is infected, I think. I thought I healed him but I guess not." Charlie watched as Alastor writhed in pain on the floor and couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. She clearly wasn't strong enough to heal him and she felt like she had failed him. Even though he had done so much to help her, she couldn't even take away his pain and make him better. Literally the only time he ever truly needed her. He was like this because of her. Lucifer yanked his arm away from Charlie's grasp and before she could react, he turned his sword into his apple headed staff and flipped Alastor over all within a millisecond. He repositioned his foot to be on his lower stomach and from just his sheer power, Alastor was still unable to move. Lucifer pulled his shirt apart slightly with his staff to get a better look at his wound.

"Oh yeah that is a doozy." Lucifer whistled and shook his head. "Well he can't stay here so-" Lucifer snapped his fingers and just like that, Alastor was gone. Charlie gasped as she saw him disappear.

"Where did you take him?!" Charlie's voice shook. Lucifer stood up straight and brushed his hands off.

"Don't worry, he's nice and snug in the holding cell below the hotel." Charlie looked at her dad curiously.

"A cell? Beneath the hotel?" Charlie didn't remember seeing that in the blueprints of the hotel remodel. Lucifer gave her his signature toothy grin.

"Of course! For the disobedient residents! Don't worry, I've made it to where even the most powerful of Overlords couldn't escape. He will be safe there until we figure out how to deal with him." Charlie took a step towards Lucifer.

"Well I was thinking...maybe you could heal him? I mean I'm clearly not strong enough to fix him but surely you can! I mean you're the big boss of hell himself!" Charlie mimicked her dads voice. Lucifer's smile fell and Charlie felt her stomach drop.

"Sweetie, angelic wounds are damn near impossible to heal completely. It's not a regular wound that just anyone could fix." Lucifer guided her to her bed where they both sat down.

"Those golden veins on his chest? They aren't just for show, Charlie. Those veins are pumping what we call 'heavenly divinity' into his body. It's a poison for sinners and the worse the sinner is, the more painful the toxin." Charlie's mouth became dry at the realization that Alastor was probably in more agony than she realized.

"Ok but that still doesn't explain why you can't heal him." Charlie was desperate now more than ever to get Alastor better.

"Well, Heaven put a loophole into the wounds so sinners couldn't heal from them so easily. Since it's 'heavenly divinity', the toxin has a magical property that can tell if the person trying to do the healing actually cares about whether the wounded gets better or not. If someone with negative feelings towards the wounded try to help them, it wouldn't work. That's why it's basically impossible to survive an angelic wound. They knew that down here in Hell, not a lot of people give a shit about others. So if I tried to heal Alastor...it wouldn't work." Lucifer finished and grabbed Charlie's hands comfortingly.

"Wait. But that means that I'm-"

"You're the only one who can heal him." Lucifer said solemnly. Charlie felt like her world was spinning off it's axis.

"But I'm not strong enough! I mean I-I fixed him up but he got bad again!" Charlie stood up and began to pace her room. She clutched her bathrobe trying to soothe herself but knew it wouldn't work. Lucifer stood up and grabbed her before she was able to pace a tunnel in her floor.

"Charlie, remember when you asked me if I could train you to make you stronger?" Charlie nodded.

"Do you remember what I told you?" Charlie blinked.

My point is that because of my fear of losing you, my power tripled in strength without realizing it.

"I don't want to lose him, Dad." Charlie could barely speak above a whisper. Her stomach was in knots and she feared losing her lunch. "What if I can't heal him? Dad what if he..." Charlie couldn't finish the sentence. She began to shake all over as panic flooded her own veins. Lucifer pulled her to him and held her as she let the sobs burst from her.

"Shh shh I'm sure if anyone could figure this out, it's you sweetie. You can just patch him up like you did before. It will buy you some time until you come up with a permanent solution." He began to pet her wet hair, trying to calm her down.

"I don't even know where to start on how to figure out a way to heal him." Charlie said with a stuffed nose. Lucifer pulled her away with his eyebrows hiked into his hairline.

"Oh I know! Talk to Maggie! She's in Heaven now and I'm sure if anyone could give you answers, it's Heaven itself!" Charlie wasn't exactly thrilled about going to her ex girlfriend for help on how to heal Alastor but at this point she was willing to try anything.

"It's worth a shot, I suppose." Charlie tried to smile to reassure her dad that she was ok but the thought of smiling at that moment sounded more difficult than running 10 miles.

"Can I see him?" Charlie asked in a meek voice. Lucifer shrugged.

"Well how else are you gonna patch him up? I'll take you to him."