Based on the comic made by murmurmurena.
2: PRINCESS OF CHAOS
If there was one place Angel did not want Charlie to be, it was in Val's studio. Bringing the most innocent, kind-hearted, and naïve soul in hell into the domain of one of the evilest sinners to ever exist was not what he wanted, especially when she was one of the very few people who genuinely cared about him.
Yeah. Angel Dust, professional crackwhore, and just professional whore in general, was feeling protective for the Princess of Hell, while said princess was trying to get him into heaven. He couldn't even tell if this was irony or a plot-twist.
The long and short of it was that Valentino was a sick fuck, and the only three people who he would allow to be alone in a room with Val were Vox, Velvette, and Alastor. Notably, Charlie was not on that list, and with good reason.
Valentino had no morals. There was no line that he wouldn't cross; Size, numbers, age, consent….. None of those meant a thing to him, as long as it made him money and he got off on it. And as for anyone who put up a fight, he had an arsenal of drugs at the ready, which could render all but the most powerful of sinners invalid. That's how he got his victims – By drugging them and getting them to sign their souls over to him, not understanding exactly what they were doing. He had taken down many big names that way, and the only reason why he hadn't gone after Charlie was because making a buzz about it would get Lucifer's attention, and even he knew better than to mess with the King.
So, having Charlie on the floor of the studio was giving Angel a panic attack. Lucifer was a deterrent to Valentino, but if he got Charlie, then he'd actually be able to blackmail the King of Hell.
He did not want to even imagine what a nightmare that scenario would be.
"Well, so nice to meet you, princesa," Valentino said slimily, taking her hand into his. "So glad to finally put a body to the name."
And then he licked her hand, all the way up to her elbow, leaving behind his thick, pink saliva that was absolutely loaded with drugs. Drugs that would leave the average sinner high out of their minds for a week.
Angel's heartrate skyrocketed as Charlie froze to the spot, and Valentino slid behind her while being way to handsy with her for anyone's comfort.
"I could make you a star."
"Nooo, thank you," Charlie said, taking a massive step away. She reached into her blazer and pulled out an angelic knife, causing everyone to immediately take five steps back. But much to their surprise, she cut off her own arm, the one that Valentino had licked, in a single swipe.
"I'm just here to observe Angel."
There was a little blood, but the flow was staunched in a second and a half. But what had everyone shocked was the fact that Charlie, professional cinnamon roll, had cut off her own arm at the bicep without hesitation or pain. And she was continuing to act nonchalant, as if this was nothing but a walk in the park.
Even Valentino had to take a few seconds to reboot.
"Alright, get back to it, all of you!" He snapped, his drugged saliva leaking from his mouth. "Move it; We've got five more shoots to do today!"
Angel got back into the bed as the other demons scurried to get into position. What surprised him was Charlie summoning Vergil's plastic chair and sitting down right next to Valentino. And then she snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What?!" Valentino growled, and Angel was just about ready to jump in between them.
"Gimme the script," Charlie said, not even paying the overlord her full attention. "I want to know what kind of stories you guys cook up."
Valentino looked justifiably bewildered, but he summoned a copy and handed it over. Charlie began going through the pages as the scene began playing out. Angel shook his head and refocused. Charlie didn't look like she was in any danger, so it was best if he just got this over with. He faked a sultry smile, but just as the other demons got onto the bed…
"CUT!"
Everyone looked over to Charlie in bewilderment, and Valentino looked at her with more annoyance than Angel was comfortable seeing on his face.
"Prin-" He began, but Charlie shut him up with a look.
"Alright, which one of you idiots wrote this script?!" She demanded, fire flickering around her head like a pseudo-halo. "Because this has got to be the worst, lamest, shoddy excuse of a-"
With each insult, Valentino, the writer of the script, curled up a little on himself.
"-pathetic, miserable, utterly incompetent display of writing I have ever seen! This isn't a plot; this isn't even a blueprint of a plot! It's barely a parody, which would be fine, if you were trying to make one, but you're playing it like a high-level production! You have the scene opening with Angel just lying there, with no context whatsoever! How is the viewer supposed to make heads or tails of any of this? The conversation gives clues, but that barely helps with the complete absence of a storyline! And what's with the ending? Now, let me tell you a thing or two-"
Charlie continued to yell for fifteen minutes, before turning on Angel's coworkers.
"-And you lot! You're supposed to be robbers, but you're still professionals! Treat Angel with some respect and make sure you don't hurt him! Where are your manners?!"
"What do you expect? This is hell, princess!" One of the guys said, and Charlie was immediately in his face.
"THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE!"
This was followed by fifteen more minutes of one-sided yelling.
"Oh, and Angel, don't think you're off the hook either! What's with that lackluster attitude? And while this script is pure shit, the least you could do is read through it! When we get back to the hotel, I'm assigning you book reports on classics!"
With that, she tossed the script into the air, accidentally setting it on fire. The pages split apart, landing all over the studio, which in turn set the studio on fire. And Valentino was still stupefied from the dressing down that Charlie had given him.
Honestly, Angel was impressed. Impressed enough to temporarily forget that Charlie was going to force him to read 'The Yearling'.
"Oh no, look at that," Charlie said, clearly not panicking at all. "I accidentally set the studio on fire with only one arm."
Valentino snapped back to reality.
"YOU!" He growled at the princess. "Get out! Get out of my studio!"
"Hey, I don't want to be here either," Charlie said, not backing down at all. "But something's hurting Angel when he's here, so I'm taking him with me."
"You can't just take him; He works here! He signed a contract!"
With a flick of a wrist, the contract that he had signed so long ago appeared out of thin air, the mere sight of it giving Angel chills. He hated that thing so, so much.
And then Charlie just grabbed it out of the air.
And then she ate it.
If anyone present had a TV screen for a face like Vox, Angel was sure that they would all have a processing symbol on their faces. Charlie's actions simply did not compute. Valentino had frozen up out of sheer bewilderment, again.
And Angel felt it – The incessant tugging on his soul almost completely vanished, and the chain of red smoke turned to one of golden light.
A chain that led to Charlie's hand.
"Huh," Charlie said, examining the chain. "Neat. Didn't actually know if I could do that."
Valentino didn't even have the words. He just curled up and fell on his side, amidst the studio going up in flames.
"Come on, Angel," Charlie said, gently picking him up from the bed and dressing him in his bathrobe. "We've got work to do at the hotel!"
Angel didn't say anything. He wasn't sure that there was anything that he could say. His brain had stopped working quite a while ago, and it still hadn't caught up.
He looked at Charlie, who was princess-carrying him with one arm, still completely unfazed by the chaos she had exposed him to.
In the distance behind them, the studio smoldered away into nothing, and Angel felt the last of his affection for Valentino smolder away with it.
A/N:- So, how was it? Don't hesitate to share your thoughts and ideas!
