Charlie was more nervous than she thought she would be while waiting for the portal that would take her to Heaven. She paced in the parlor trying to get her thoughts together. She knew that Vaggie wasn't Alastor's biggest fan, but surely she would do it for her?

"You ok, sweetie?" Lucifer appeared behind her, making her jump.

"Uh yeah, I'm ok. Just...waiting on the portal." Charlie painted on a fake smile for her dad. By his fallen face, she knew it didn't fool him.

"Everything will work out, Charlie." He said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She nodded and placed her own hand on his own.

"You'll keep an eye on Alastor while I'm gone?" Lucifer nodded with a rough sigh.

"Certainly not how I would like to spend my Saturday, but for you I'll do it." Charlie knew that Lucifer helping her with this couldn't be easy. He wouldn't care if Alastor burnt to a crisp right before his eyes. Even though he had his annoying quirks, she had to appreciate that he was slowly getting better at supporting her no matter what it was. The portal opened suddenly, a swirling vortex of black and beyond that, pure golden light. Charlie took a deep breath and looked at her father once more before stepping through. The last thing she saw before the portal closed was her dad waving slightly, an odd sad smile on his face.

Charlie had to adjust to the environment change before she could walk to the golden gate. Her stomach got slightly nauseous and her head began to spin. She did some breathing exercises before she approached St. Peter. He looked down from his pedestal and immediately recognized Charlie.

"Ms. Morningstar! Is Sera expecting you?" He asked as he flew down to meet her. His robe glittered gold and light blue, his smile wide like Alastor's but much more pleasant to look at. His blonde hair stayed put in one place and Charlie inwardly asked how much hairspray he had to use to achieve that or if it was just an angelic thing.

"Um actually no. I need to see Vaggie." Charlie stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with her hands so she settled for the classic Alastor pose: her hands behind her back, stiff spine and head held high.

"Oh of course! Follow me!" St. Peter let the gates open with a loud groan. They walked in and Charlie was hit with a wave of a sweet scent that wasn't too overpowering. The air up here felt so much more clear and clean which always reminded Charlie how awful the air in Hell is. Once you live there though, you get used to it until you fill your lungs with this. Charlie breathed deeply to enjoy every bit of it she could get. She followed St. Peter to a large building that was white and a light shade of lavender. She had never been here so she was actually excited to go somewhere new.

They walked in and Charlie immediately took note of all the art on the walls. Many beautiful Greek inspired paintings lined the walls, each one surrounded by solid gold frames. She looked up and saw that the ceiling was high like a place she had read about in a book called the Sixteenth Chapel. It domed upward and in the middle was the most beautiful crystal chandelier she had ever seen. It looked like a waterfall of diamonds were paused in mid fall. She almost ran into the front desk from not paying attention.

"Hello Evangeline! We are here to see Vaggie, please! She's expecting a visitor." St. Peter jerked his head in Charlie's direction. From how Evangeline looked at Charlie, she knew exactly who she was. She wasn't so much snobbish, but more wary than anything. She was beautiful though. She had long chestnut hair that reminded her of a chocolate fountain. Her eyes sparkled cerulean and Charlie couldn't help but nearly get lost in them.

"Of course, let me see if she's available." She recovered her worried look with a dazzling smile, her teeth bleach white. Charlie suddenly became very self conscious of her own teeth. Evangeline went through the back door and returned maybe 5 minutes later.

"She's wrapping up some paperwork but she said to go ahead and see her!" She guided Charlie through the door with an outstretched arm. Charlie waved at St. Peter who gave her a bright smile in return. The door closed behind her and Evangeline. Charlie looked down the long hallway before them. The marble flooring was so glassy that Charlie was slightly nervous that she would slip taking her first step.

"Go down this hall and she's the last door on the left." Charlie mumbled a thank you before the angel returned to her post at the front desk. Charlie took baby steps down the hall, the closer she got the more her heart raced. What if Vaggie refused to help her? What would she do? She was at her ropes end on trying to find answers and if she couldn't get them from Heaven-

Charlie furiously shook her head. This was no time to get pessimistic. She always looked at the bright side of things and this would be no different. She wouldn't fall in despair because the only people who could get her out of it were Vaggie and Alastor. Without realizing it, she finally arrived at the door. It had a sign on it: "Vaggie Divinity Office". Charlie was slightly impressed that Vaggie actually had her own office. She must be doing well for them to give her that.

She knocked twice, waiting for a reply.

"Come in!" Vaggie's voice called from the other side of the door. Charlie wiped the sweat off her palms onto her pants and opened the door slowly. She peeked her head in and saw Vaggie sitting at her desk, paperwork scattered in front of her. She was still putting her signature on documents when Charlie came in and sat down in a plush chair across from her. Vaggie looked so different since last seeing her. She wore a long white robe that had light lavender lining along the collar and sleeves. Her hair was free flowing, a white bow sat on top.

"Charlie! I'm so happy to see you! I have to admit, I was surprised when your dad said you wanted to see me. He seemed like it was for an urgent matter. Is everything ok?" Vaggie signed her last signature, capping the pen and putting it aside. Her eyes were solely focused on Charlie and it made her fidget.

"Uh yeah it kinda is." Charlie fiddled with her fingers, looking down at them. Vaggie cleared her throat to get Charlie's attention.

"Oh sorry, um this is just...this is really important Vaggie." Charlie felt her chest twist in pain. This was it, now or never.

"What is it, Charlie? Is everyone at the hotel ok?" Vaggie leaned forward worriedly. Charlie felt tears prickle in the corners of her eyes.

"Not everyone, no." Charlie sniffled and tried to compose herself. "It's Alastor."

Vaggie's eyes got wide as she leaned back in her chair, processing the information. She swiveling in her chair from left to right slightly, deep in thought.

"What's wrong with Alastor?" Charlie let her lungs fill with air again, preparing to pitch the most important thing of her life.

"Remember the fight between Heaven and Hell?" Vaggie nodded.

"How could I forget."

"Well. Alastor got an angelic wound from Adam during the battle. He didn't tell anyone until...until it started to make him sick." Charlie heard her voice get higher. Vaggie nodded, her eyes told Charlie that she now knew what she was going to ask. She stayed silent for Charlie to continue.

"I tried to heal him, and it worked! For a little while. It got bad again and...Vaggie he's going to die. He's going to die if I don't do something." Vaggie closed her eyes and took a deep breath of her own, her fingers steepled in thought.

"I'm assuming Lucifer told you that most likely you're the only one who could heal him?" Charlie nodded.

"He did but I'm not here to ask for you to heal him. I'm asking if you know of anything that could help me heal him." Vaggie's eyebrows furrowed together. Charlie felt the panic rise in her chest.

"Please Vaggie, I wouldn't be asking you if I had any other ideas. I know you're not the biggest fan of him but please. I can't..." Charlie felt hot tears run down her face which she swiped away. Vaggie stood up and walked around her desk to Charlie. She kneeled in front of her so she could see her at eye level. She placed a gentle hand on her knee.

"Charlie, I've always admired how big your heart is. Even with the most vile of sinners, you always try to see the good in them. But Alastor-"

"Alastor needs my help, Vaggie. I can't just abandon him." Charlie frowned. Vaggie seemed like she had already shut down mentally and it made Charlie want to scream.

"Do you honestly think that Alastor would do the same for you?" Vaggie questioned, frustration in her tone. Charlie opened her mouth then shut it. Would he actually do the same for Charlie? She never gave it any thought, really. She would like to think that he would.

Charlie if any harm ever comes to you, it will be because I'll already be dead.

Charlie remembered Alastor's words and felt strength flow through her again. She could tell he meant what he said. Maybe Alastor didn't care at one point, but he did now. Charlie felt like something had knocked the air out of her suddenly.

Alastor cared about her. He had to.

"Yes I do." Charlie answered sternly. "I know he would. He's not the same Alastor that you knew." Vaggie looked to the side, not meeting Charlie's flamed eyes.

"I'm sorry but I can't help you." Vaggie stood up and returned to her seat behind her desk. Charlie felt her eye twitch, her claws digging into the armrests.

"Can't help or won't help?" Charlie was dumbfounded that Vaggie wouldn't at least hear her out. Vaggie placed some more paperwork in front of her, continuing her signatures.

"Charlie, it doesn't matter-"

"It does fucking matter! Alastor has done nothing but help our hotel-"

"Your hotel." Vaggie interjected coldly. Charlie blinked.

"What?"

"He has done nothing but help your hotel. You feel like you owe him but Charlie you need to remember what he actually is! He's a deal making scum lord that would sell you out in a minute if it meant saving his own skin. I can't be a part of saving that." Vaggie stopped writing and looked up at Charlie.

"I won't be a part of it."

Charlie felt her entire body tingle. Her claws had already ripped into the upholstery of the chair, the material lodged under her nails. She felt her toes curl and she had to control herself from letting flames shoot out of her.

"Vaggie, I know we aren't...together anymore but if you could just help me with this I'll never ask you for anything ever again, I swear." Charlie began to bounce her foot up and down nervously. Desperation was leaking out of every pore and it felt like she had a ball of energy hitting every part of her body, begging to be let out.

"It's not about whether we're together or not. It's about the fact that I have to follow my own morals. And morally, Alastor is corrupt and doesn't deserve to be saved." Vaggie raised her voice slightly. Charlie stood up so quickly that her now damaged chair fell backward.

"Then what about me? Hmm? If Alastor can't be saved then what about the Princess of Hell? Can I be saved then?" Charlie felt her horns grow as much as she fought not to. Vaggie looked up at her with eyes round as saucers.

"Charlie you know that's different-"

"It's really not, Vaggie! If Alastor can't be saved then neither can I."

"Then I guess not."

Charlie's face fell and her bottom jaw dropped slightly. Did she just-

"Alastor can never be saved. If you want my honest opinion, I believe he should suffer as much as possible." Vaggie went back to her writing as if Charlie wasn't there.

"I don't even know who you are anymore." Charlie whispered. Vaggie cocked her head with a forlorn look on her face.

"I think it's time that you go, Charlie. I'm sorry that you wasted your time." Charlie opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. What could she say? There was nothing that she could do to change Vaggie's mind, she saw that now. She felt almost weightless as she turned and walked toward the door.

"I wish you the best of luck with your hotel, Charlie." Vaggie said as Charlie twisted the doorknob. As Charlie opened the door, she halfway turned her head to glare at the angel sitting at her holier than thou desk.

"Fuck you."

With that she left, slamming the door and power walking back up the hallway. The once crystal clear air that she enjoyed now felt like it was choking her. The lights were too bright and she quickly became disgusted with the color gold. She stormed past Evangeline and ignored whatever she had called out to her. She began to run out of the building and back up the street toward the pearly gates. She didn't wait for the gates to open all the way, which suddenly looked more like prison bars. She squirmed her way through them and she saw the portal was already waiting for her. She sprinted with all of her speed toward the vortex. She tripped over her own feet and landed in her hotel lobby with a thud.

She started to cough from the sudden oxygen difference as she stood up. She dusted herself off and before she could consider what she was doing, she screamed in anger. The walls shook from the sheer volume that exploded from her. She stomped over and threw a vase against a wall and then let fire shoot from her mouth, setting the chair in the parlor ablaze. She bent over, hands on knees, trying to catch her breath. She attempted to avoid all of the Talent Show decorations the best that she could but a few streamers did get caught in the crossfire.

"Well." She heard a familiar voice come from behind her. She spun around and her heart broke into a million pieces.

"I'm assuming it didn't go well." Alastor was sitting at the bar, a glass of Scotch in his shaking hand.