The warm light of Gluttony filtered into the cozy room through honeycomb-shaped windows, casting soft golden patterns that danced across the walls and ceiling. The rich, musky scent of honey hung in the air, mingling with the faint trace of perfume from the night before. Every surface seemed designed for indulgence—from the plush velvet drapes framing the windows to the soft, golden glow that illuminated the room.
Charlie stirred first, groaning softly as her wings flared slightly before she winced and folded them back in. The fabric of the massive circular bed felt impossibly smooth against her skin, and she instinctively burrowed deeper into the warmth before blinking against the golden light. "Ugh... what time is it?" she mumbled, her voice scratchy from sleep as she squinted at the honeycomb windows.
Vaggie jolted upright beside her, blinking rapidly. "What the hell?" Her magenta eye darted around the room, taking in the soft hues and opulent decor. She groaned as the golden light poured across her face, reaching up to rub her temples before realizing what she was wearing.
Her hands darted to the neckline of a sleek silver dress—Emily's dress from the night before—that hung awkwardly loose on her slender frame. "This thing is huge!" she grumbled, tugging at the fabric to keep it from sliding off her shoulder. The faint shimmer of the dress caught the sunlight, making her look both ethereal and incredibly out of place.
"Could be worse," Emily mumbled from somewhere under the covers, her voice muffled and laced with sleep. Slowly, she rolled over, only to freeze mid-motion. Her hands darted to the blanket, lifting it to peek under it before pulling it tighter as her face flushed a soft, glowing gold. "Okay, who switched my dress with... nothing?!" she demanded, glaring over the edge of the blanket like a cornered animal.
Charlie blinked at her, then glanced down at herself. She was wrapped in a fluffy yellow robe with "Bee's Hive" embroidered on the front. "I... don't even own a robe," she said slowly, running a hand through her disheveled hair.
Vaggie snorted, adjusting the oversized garment hanging loosely on her frame. "Not me. This thing could double as a tent. Honestly, I think it might be trying to eat me."
Emily peeked out from under the blanket just enough to glare at Vaggie, her golden blush deepening. "Are you calling me fat?" she demanded, her voice sharp with indignation but edged with mockery.
Vaggie froze, wide-eyed, like a Hellhound caught in a spotlight. "No! I mean, you're taller, that's all—uh, proportional!" she stammered, gesturing wildly as if trying to mime her way out of the situation.
"Proportional?" Emily repeated, her tone dripping with exaggerated offense. She sat up slightly, clutching the blanket to her chest as her silver eyes narrowed. "Wow, Vaggie, really flattering. Keep going—don't stop now."
Charlie, who had been watching the exchange from her corner of the bed, finally lost it. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles, her shoulders shaking as her wings twitched with amusement. "Oh my gosh, you two are ridiculous," she gasped, collapsing back against the pillows.
Vaggie groaned, throwing up her hands in exasperation. "Charlie, help!"
"Nope," Charlie wheezed, waving a dismissive hand as she continued laughing. "You two are gonna make me pee my pants!"
Emily's lips twitched as she fought back a smile, finally sinking back beneath the blanket with a grumble. "I'm just saying," she muttered, her voice muffled. "It's not my fault I have curves."
"Curves?" Vaggie shot back, glaring at the covers. "This dress is basically a parachute on me!"
"Maybe if you ate more, it wouldn't be," Emily muttered under her breath, earning an exaggerated gasp from Vaggie.
"Okay, okay!" Charlie wheezed, holding up her hands in surrender. "Truce, you two! I think Bee's the only one to blame here."
The trio dissolved into laughter, the absurdity of the situation easing the tension as they pieced together what little they could of the night before. Whatever had happened, they were safe—and for now, that was enough.
Emily stuck her arm out from beneath the blanket, waving her hand insistently. "Dress, please," she said, her voice muffled but firm.
Vaggie sighed, slipping out of the oversized garment and passing it to her.
Emily peeked out from under the covers just enough to take the dress, her golden blush still glowing faintly. She hesitated, her silver eyes darting toward Vaggie—only to get caught mid-peek.
Vaggie arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "See something you like, angel?"
Emily's blush deepened as she quickly ducked back under the blanket. "I wasn't—I mean, I didn't—just—ugh!" she stammered, her voice rising in embarrassed protest.
Charlie, sitting cross-legged on the bed in her robe, grinned at the exchange. "Wow, Emily," she teased, her wings twitching with amusement. "You're pretty shy about this kind of stuff for someone who comes from Heaven. I thought sex was allowed there..?"
Emily poked her head out of the blanket again, her expression a mix of indignation and embarrassment. "Just because it happens in Heaven doesn't mean it happens with me!" she said defensively. "It's been... a long time since I was intimate with anyone, okay? I'm still not fully used to all of this!"
Charlie's grin softened slightly, her golden eyes curious. "A long time, huh? How long are we talking?"
Emily shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with the fabric of the dress in her hands. "It's not like I had the time," she muttered. "I was in charge of making sure the newcomers to Heaven—the 'winners'—were happy." She glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, her expression turning pointed. "Do you have any idea how many people die every single day? I've been busy."
Vaggie snorted, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the headboard. "You're telling me you've been celibate because you were busy with customer service?"
Emily huffed, slipping her arms into the dress beneath the blanket. "It's not customer service—it's guidance. And yes! Someone has to make sure the winners are adjusting to eternal happiness properly!"
Charlie laughed, her wings fluttering slightly as she leaned forward. "So you're basically Heaven's therapist-slash-welcome committee? That's adorable."
Emily gave her a withering look, though the blush on her cheeks softened its effect. "Laugh it up, Princess," she muttered. "But guiding Millions of souls is no joke."
"Millions, huh?" Vaggie said, her smirk widening. "So what you're saying is... you were too busy being an overachiever to have a social life."
Emily glared at her, but the corner of her mouth twitched as though she were fighting back a smile. "I'm not dignifying that with a response."
Charlie giggled, reaching out to lightly pat Emily's shoulder. "Don't worry, Emily. We'll make sure you have plenty of time for fun now. And who knows? Maybe being with us will help you loosen up a little."
Emily rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, her wings giving a small, nervous flutter beneath the blanket. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect miracles overnight."
"Don't worry," Vaggie said, her tone turning teasing as she flicked a strand of Emily's silver hair. "We've got all eternity to work on you."
The room filled with laughter as the trio's bond deepened, the lingering embarrassment giving way to the warmth of shared understanding.
The trio busied themselves getting dressed, their laughter fading into the hum of activity. Charlie, still rummaging through her suitcase, suddenly held up a vibrant yellow shirt with bold black lettering that read: "Happy the Hive". The shirt even had perfectly aligned holes in the back for her wings.
"Well, at least Bee's thorough," Charlie muttered, slipping the shirt on over her head. Her wings flexed experimentally through the openings, and she smiled despite herself. "Guess I'm officially part of the Hive now."
Emily adjusted the silver sash she'd chosen to complement her pale lavender dress, which shimmered faintly in the morning light. She cast a glance at Charlie, her silver eyes warm. "You look great. Very... Bee-approved."
"Don't encourage her," Vaggie said dryly, tugging at the hem of her dark tank top, which featured a subtle honeycomb pattern. It matched her shorts, and the look suited her sleek, practical style. "If you keep playing into Bee's theatrics, she'll make you wear a crown next."
Charlie grinned, smoothing the shirt over her torso. "You're just jealous you didn't get your own shirt."
Vaggie snorted. "I'm fine without slogans, thanks."
Once ready, Charlie led the way through the Hive, her steps confident and familiar. The golden glow of the honeycomb-patterned walls illuminated their path, casting soft reflections on the polished floors. The faint buzz of activity echoed around them as Hellhounds and demons moved about, some stopping to nod respectfully at Charlie or steal curious glances at her angelic companions.
The dining area was sprawling, yet somehow felt cozy thanks to the low, golden light that bathed the hexagonal tables and plush seating. The room hummed faintly, alive with the activity of Bee's domain. The air was rich with the scent of fresh honey and warm pastries, mingling with an almost floral sweetness that lingered just beneath the surface.
Charlie's eyes flicked to the spread laid out before them—a feast of indulgence in every sense of the word. Honey-glazed fruits glistened in crystal bowls, their rich colors catching the light. Stacks of golden pancakes drizzled with syrup sat alongside platters of flaky pastries dusted with powdered sugar. Small, shimmering bowls of what looked like liquid sunlight were placed at intervals, their surfaces rippling faintly.
Emily hesitated before picking up one of the glowing bowls, her silver eyes wide with curiosity. "What... is this?"
Bee grinned, leaning back in her chair with her glowing mug of Beezlejuice in hand. "Sun-kissed nectar," she said casually, swirling her drink. "Just a little something special. Sip it, angelcakes—it's not going to bite."
"Come on, girls! Sit down before all the good vibes disappear!" Bee called out, her voice bright and melodic as she waved them over.
Charlie chuckled, leading Emily and Vaggie to the table. "You're impossible, Aunt Bee," she said, taking the seat directly across from her.
"That's why you love me, kiddo," Bee replied, winking. She glanced at Emily and Vaggie with a knowing smile. "And how are my niece's lovely girlfriends this fine morning? Still surviving the Hive?"
"Barely," Vaggie muttered, though her tone carried a hint of amusement.
Emily, ever polite, offered a small smile. "It's... definitely an experience. Unique, but in a good way."
Bee beamed, clearly pleased. "Good! Unique is what we aim for around here. Now," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "tell me everything. Did you sleep well? Did the Beezlejuice treat you right? And most importantly..." Her grin turned mischievous. "What did you think of the party?"
Charlie groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Please don't make us relive that right now."
Bee laughed, her antennae twitching in delight. "Relax, kiddo. I'm just warming up. Breakfast first, embarrassing stories later."
The trio exchanged amused glances before settling in, knowing full well that with Bee, the morning was bound to be just as lively as the night before.
As the trio began picking at the spread Bee had laid out—golden pastries, honey-glazed fruit, and even small bowls of something that shimmered faintly like liquid sunlight— Bee leaned back in her chair, her antennae twitching lazily as she sipped her glowing mug of Beezlejuice. "You know, Charlie, you remind me of me back when I was just a little sprout."
Charlie blinked, startled by the comparison. "Wait... you were like me?"
Bee smirked, setting her mug down with a dramatic flair. "Oh, honey, I was a mess. I wanted to be everything to everyone. The perfect host, the life of the party, the best damn Sin Hell had ever seen. But you know what? Trying to do it all almost ruined me."
Vaggie frowned, leaning forward. "What do you mean? That.. does sound an awful lot like Charlie…"
Bee's grin softened, her glowing eyes losing some of their usual mischief. "Balance, kiddo. I didn't have it. I let indulgence run me ragged, chasing every thrill and ignoring the cost. It took me centuries to learn that living large doesn't mean burning out."
Charlie's wings twitched as she absorbed Bee's words. "So... how did you figure it out?"
Bee's grin returned, wider than ever. "I stopped chasing perfection and started owning my chaos. You can't be everything to everyone, Charlie. But you can be everything to yourself—if you learn when to let loose and when to hold back."
Charlie looked down to the table, turning Bee's words over in her mind.
"Alright, ladies," Bee said, her vibrant eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination, "enough chit-chat. We're gonna be putting in the work today."
Charlie's eyes darted back to her, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Work?"
Bee smirked, her lava lamp tail flicking lazily behind her. "You think figuring out how to balance your Hellborn instincts is just gonna happen by accident? Oh no, honey. We've got some serious lessons lined up."
Vaggie arched an eyebrow, her magenta eye sharp. "Lessons like what?"
"Glad you asked, Sourdough," Bee replied, leaning forward with an infectious grin. "First up? Understanding indulgence." She gestured grandly at the table. "This isn't just a feast—it's a tool. Indulgence isn't about mindlessly consuming everything in sight. It's about knowing your limits, embracing the joy of the moment, and stopping before it becomes self-destruction. We'll start small with some sensory exercises."
Charlie tilted her head, intrigued despite herself. "Sensory exercises?"
Bee's antennae twitched as she nodded. "Oh, yeah. Think of it like savoring every bite of a pastry instead of wolfing it down. You'll learn to channel that same focus into your instincts, so you're in control when things heat up."
Emily glanced at Charlie, her silver eyes curious. "That... actually makes sense. What else?"
Bee grinned wider, her voice buzzing with enthusiasm. "Next, we'll work on holding your power without losing control. Ever see me throw a rager without the Hive falling apart?"
Charlie nodded. "You're always so... calm, even when things are chaotic."
"Exactly!" Bee said, pointing a clawed finger at her. "I'll teach you how to find that balance. It's all about channeling your energy instead of letting it run wild. Controlled chaos, baby."
Vaggie leaned back, crossing her arms. "And how do you plan on teaching that?"
Bee's grin turned mischievous. "Oh, you'll see."
Charlie couldn't help but laugh, her wings twitching lightly behind her. "Sounds like a lot of dancing is involved."
Bee leaned back in her chair, swirling her Beezlejuice lazily as her vibrant eyes sparkled with determination. "Don't worry, kiddo. Nothing too dangerous. Just enough to show you how strong you really are." Her tone softened, the teasing edge giving way to genuine care. "You've got more in you than you realize, Charlie. You just need the right push to see it."
Charlie hesitated, glancing at Vaggie for reassurance. This time, instead of her usual stern skepticism, Vaggie smiled warmly, placing a hand over Charlie's. "She's right, Charlie," Vaggie said, her voice gentle but firm. "You've been carrying all this on your own for so long. Let her help. Let us help."
Charlie's golden eyes shimmered with gratitude as she nodded, her wings twitching slightly behind her. "Alright," she said, her voice steadier now. "Let's do it."
Bee grinned wide, her lava-lamp tail flicking with excitement. "That's my girl!" She raised her mug of Beezlejuice high. "Here's to unlocking the badass demon queen inside you!"
Vaggie surprised everyone by picking up her own glass and joining the toast, her magenta eye soft with approval. "To Charlie," she said warmly, clinking her glass against Bee's.
Emily lifted her drink as well, her silver eyes gleaming. "To Charlie. And to the chaos we're about to unleash."
Charlie flushed, but her smile grew brighter as she raised her own glass. "To... embracing who I am."
Bee chuckled, her antennae twitching. "Now that's what I like to hear. Let's make today unforgettable."
As the girls clinked their glasses together, the energy at the table shifted. Charlie felt a weight lift from her shoulders, replaced by the steady confidence of having her girlfriends—and her wild, enthusiastic aunt—by her side.
Bee leaned forward, her lava lamp tail swishing as she tapped a clawed finger on the table. "So, Here's the deal: demons, especially Hellborn, have instincts that scream for indulgence—whether it's food, power, or rage. The trick isn't denying them. It's enjoying them in a way that doesn't burn you out or spiral you into chaos."
Charlie furrowed her brow, her golden eyes flicking to the array of food. "So… I just eat slowly?"
Bee chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "It's not just about the food, kiddo. It's about everything. Every sensation, every decision. You've got to practice choosing what matters, savoring it, and letting the rest go."
With a snap of her fingers, a glowing honey orb floated from her palm and hovered over the table. It sparkled faintly, radiating warmth. "Let's start with something simple," Bee said. "This honey orb is a tiny bit of my power. Touch it—feel it—but don't let it take over. It's pure, physical indulgence."
As Charlie's fingers brushed the orb, warmth surged through her, spreading up her arms and blooming in her chest. It was intoxicating—like stepping into sunlight after a lifetime of shadows. She gasped softly, her wings flaring slightly as her grip tightened.
The sensation wasn't just physical; it was emotional, overwhelming. Flashes of her deepest desires danced before her eyes—the hotel, shining and bustling, its halls filled with laughter. Angels and demons walked side by side, their voices harmonizing in a way she had only dared to dream about.
Her breath hitched as the vision sharpened. She saw her father, his usual stern expression softened with pride as he stood beside her mother, who radiated warmth and approval. It was everything she had ever wanted—everything she had fought for.
But the warmth grew hotter, seeping into her very soul. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was consuming. Her fingers tightened around the orb as the edges of the vision blurred, her heart racing.
"Charlie, slow down," Emily warned, her silver eyes narrowing as she hovered closer, her concern evident.
"Focus," Vaggie added, her voice sharper now. "Don't let it pull you in!"
But Charlie couldn't hear them. The vision grew clearer, more vivid. She saw her father standing alongside her, his usual arrogance tempered with pride. Her mother's gentle smile warmed her, and the hotel thrummed with a new kind of life. She saw Vaggie in a white dress, Emily standing happily beside her. Emily, Vaggie and Charlie in a loving passionate embrace.
It was everything she had ever wanted.
"More," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I need more."
Bee's tail flicked with agitation, and for the first time, her smile faded slightly. "Charlie, back off. Now."
Charlie didn't stop. The warmth became a blazing fire, filling every corner of her being with light and energy. The vision shifted, blurred, but she could still see glimpses of what could be—what should be.
The laughter. The peace. The hope.
The golden glow around her surged, radiating from her eyes to cover her full body in erratic waves that made the room hum with energy. Her wings twitched uncontrollably, their movements chaotic and uncoordinated.
The table shook as a pulse of golden light burst from the orb, making the dishes rattle and Bee's hair flicker like molten lava. "That's enough!" Bee barked, her usually playful tone hardening with authority.
But Charlie leaned in further, her fingers tightening around the orb. It cracked under her grip, energy spilling out like liquid fire.
"Charlie, stop!" Vaggie shouted, grabbing her shoulder and trying to pull her back. But the energy radiating from the orb pushed her away like a gust of wind.
Emily darted forward, her silver wings beating rapidly as she tried to reach Charlie. "Let go!" she pleaded. "You're going too far!"
Charlie didn't respond. The vision was almost within her grasp. She could feel it, taste it—the fulfillment of everything she had dreamed.
Bee slammed her palms on the table, standing abruptly. "Enough!" she shouted, her voice carrying the weight of authority. With a sharp motion, Bee snapped her fingers, and the orb shattered into harmless sparks. The energy dissipated in an instant, the room falling eerily silent.
Charlie gasped, collapsing into her chair. The golden light around her flickered and died, leaving her trembling.
Her golden eyes were wide, still glowing faintly, as if the energy from the orb hadn't fully left her. "I—I lost control," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I couldn't stop. I saw... I saw it all."
Vaggie knelt beside her, gripping her arm tightly. "Saw what?" she asked, her voice softer now.
Charlie shook her head, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "The hotel. Heaven's gates. My parents—they were proud. It was everything I've been working for. It felt... so real."
Bee sighed, her usual playfulness tempered with a rare seriousness. "That's what indulgence does, starshine," she said, crouching to Charlie's level. "It finds the thing you want most and makes it impossible to resist. But chasing it blindly?" She shook her head. "That'll burn you out. Every time."
"I couldn't stop," Charlie whispered, guilt and shame washing over her. "I didn't want to stop."
Bee placed a clawed hand on Charlie's shoulder, her expression softening. "No one gets this right on the first try, kid. Or the second. Or the third. This isn't about being perfect—it's about learning. And yeah, sometimes you're gonna screw up. Big deal. You're still here. That's what matters. That's the tricky thing about indulgence kid.. I could slip up tonight, and it would be just as hard as the first time."
Emily hovered closer, her silver eyes filled with concern. "We'll help you," she said softly. "You're not in this alone."
Vaggie stood and brushed her hand through Charlie's coral-streaked hair, her voice steady and warm. "You're stronger than this. You'll get there."
Charlie managed a small, shaky smile, though her wings still drooped heavily. "Thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bee straightened, her grin returning as she clapped her hands. "Alright, let's take five before we try again. Can't have my favorite niece burning out on me."
The lesson wasn't over, but Charlie knew one thing for certain. If she was going to face the pull of indulgence again, she'd need more than resolve—she'd need the strength to let go.
As the room settled from the surge of energy, Bee gestured for Vaggie and Emily to step back, her normally playful demeanor replaced with a calm authority. "Give us a moment, girls," she said, her tone softer but leaving no room for argument.
Vaggie hesitated, her magenta eye darting between Charlie and Bee. "Are you sure?"
Bee nodded, her antennae twitching faintly. "Positive. I need a little one-on-one with my favorite niece."
Emily glanced at Charlie, her silver eyes full of concern. Charlie gave a small, reassuring nod, though her wings still drooped with exhaustion. "I'll be okay," she said, her voice shaky but sincere.
Reluctantly, Vaggie and Emily moved to the edge of the room, giving the pair space. Bee crouched to meet Charlie at eye level, her lava lamp-like hair glowing softly in the dim light.
"You okay, kid?" Bee asked, her voice warm but direct.
Charlie looked down at her trembling hands. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's like... it was all right there. Everything I've been working for. The hotel, Heaven's gates—it was perfect. And I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to stop."
Bee placed a clawed hand on Charlie's shoulder, her grip firm but comforting. "Of course you didn't," she said, her tone matter-of-fact. "That's how indulgence works. It doesn't just tempt you—it knows you. It finds that thing you want most and wraps you up in it until you forget everything else."
Charlie swallowed hard, guilt creeping into her expression. "Then how do I stop? How do I fight that?"
Bee tilted her head, her glowing pink pupils narrowing as she studied Charlie. "You don't fight it, starshine. Fighting only makes it worse. You have to control it."
Charlie frowned, her brows knitting together. "How?"
Bee straightened, crossing her arms as her hair twitched thoughtfully. "Control isn't about shutting yourself off or pretending the temptation isn't there. It's about facing it. Staring it down, even when it's giving you everything you've ever wanted, and saying, 'Not today.'"
Charlie's lips parted, but no words came.
Bee crouched again, her tone softening as she continued. "You've got a big heart, kid. And a big dream to go with it. But if you're going to make that dream real, you can't let it control you. That vision you saw? The hotel, the gates of Heaven—it's beautiful. But if you give in to the desire for it without limits, you'll lose yourself before you ever get there."
Charlie's shoulders sagged, her wings twitching faintly behind her. "It's just... hard," she said quietly. "It felt so real, Bee. Like it was right there."
Bee nodded, her gaze steady. "I know. And I get it. But here's the thing, starshine—control isn't about denying yourself. It's about knowing when to step back. When to savor the good without letting it consume you."
She leaned closer, her glowing eyes locking with Charlie's. "You've got to trust yourself, even in the face of what you want most. Because if you don't, the indulgence will always win."
Charlie bit her lip, her golden eyes shimmering with a mix of doubt and determination. "What if I mess up again?"
Bee's grin returned, warm and full of mischief. "Then you get back up, dust off your wings, and try again. That's how this works. You don't have to be perfect, kid—you just have to keep going."
Charlie exhaled shakily, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You make it sound so simple."
Bee laughed, the sound light and infectious. "Oh, it's anything but simple. But you're a Morningstar, remember? You've got the best of both worlds in you—angelic hope and demonic grit. You're built for this."
Charlie straightened slightly, her wings lifting just a little as some of the tension eased from her shoulders. "Thanks, Bee," she said softly.
Bee ruffled Charlie's coral-streaked hair with a playful grin. "Anytime, starshine. Now, let's take a breather, and when you're ready, we'll give it another go. Deal?"
"Deal," Charlie said, her smile growing.
As Bee stood and offered a hand to help Charlie up, Vaggie and Emily approached cautiously. Vaggie's gaze lingered on Charlie, her concern softening into quiet pride. Emily hovered nearby, her silver eyes warm with encouragement.
"You good?" Vaggie asked gently.
Charlie nodded, her voice steadier now. "Yeah. I think I'm starting to understand it."
"Good," Bee said, clapping her hands together. "Because we've only just begun. You're not leaving this hive until you're owning your power, starshine. Time to show Hell what a Morningstar is really made of."
Charlie regrouped with Vaggie and Emily, Bee hovering nearby with her trademark mixture of encouragement and mischief. Charlie's golden eyes still glimmered faintly, but her shoulders squared with renewed determination.
"Alright," she said, her voice firm despite the underlying nervousness. "I'm ready to try again."
Vaggie's magenta eye narrowed slightly, her concern evident as she crossed her arms. "Bee, what actually happens if she doesn't pull back? If she... gives in completely?"
Bee tilted her head, her lava lamp-like hair swirling lazily as her antennae twitched. A smirk curled at her lips, both amused and reassuring. "Oh, sugar, you don't want to know. But since you asked..." She leaned in closer, gesturing dramatically with her lower hands. "Think of it like concentrated Beezlejuice."
Emily raised a silver eyebrow, glancing at the glowing orb with renewed skepticism. "Concentrated Beezlejuice?" she echoed.
Bee chuckled, nodding. "Yup! Pure, unfiltered indulgence packed into one little shiny ball. If you go too deep, it's like chugging the whole hive's supply at once. At first, it feels amazing—like you're unstoppable, the queen of all bees." She paused, her grin turning sly. "But then? Instant crash. It's not painful or anything, just... uncomfortable. Feels like you've been wrung out like a sponge. No strength, no coordination, and a bad case of soul-level fatigue."
Charlie winced, her golden eyes flicking back to the orb. "That sounds awful."
Bee waved a hand dismissively, her grin softening into something more reassuring. "Nah, it's not as bad as it sounds. It fades in a few hours. But it's not fun, either. Trust me, it's the kind of crash you won't forget—and definitely one you don't want to repeat."
Emily glanced at Charlie, her silver wings twitching lightly. "So it's like a deterrent? A warning to be careful?"
"Exactly," Bee said, pointing a clawed finger at Emily. "It's the hive's way of saying, 'Hey, maybe don't cannonball into the deep end before you learn to swim.' Nothing life-threatening, but enough to make you think twice next time." She turned to Charlie, her voice softening. "That's why you're learning, kiddo. To find that sweet spot where you're in control—no crashes, no regrets."
Charlie swallowed hard, a flicker of nervousness passing over her face before she straightened her shoulders. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'll be careful."
Bee grinned, giving Charlie an encouraging clap on the back. "That's my starshine! You've got this. Besides, with me and your girls here, you're not flying solo."
Charlie nodded, stepping back toward the glowing honey orb floating gently in the air. The faint hum of its magic buzzed through her, tempting and warm. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing as she reached out to place her hands on its surface again.
The sensation washed over her immediately, warm and intoxicating. The vision surged forward, sharper and more vivid than before. She saw the Hazbin Hotel bathed in golden light, its halls bustling with demons and angels alike. Heaven's gates shimmered in the distance, wide open, and a wave of joy and relief swelled in her chest.
You're so close , the vision seemed to whisper. Just a little further, and it's yours.
Charlie's grip on the orb tightened as she pressed deeper, the glow around her intensifying. Her wings twitched and flared behind her as the temptation pulled her under, but this time, a small part of her clung to Bee's words. Control isn't about denying yourself—it's about knowing when to step back.
"Charlie!" Emily's voice pierced the haze, sharp and urgent, cutting through the intoxicating pull of the orb.
Charlie flinched, the vision flickering slightly as her grip on the orb tightened. Her golden glow pulsed erratically, spilling across the room in wild, uneven waves.
"Focus!" Vaggie barked, her tone sharper now as she stepped forward. Her magenta eye locked on Charlie with a mixture of concern and determination. "Don't let it win. You're stronger than this!"
Charlie's breathing quickened, her wings flaring wider as the vision pulled at her. The edges of the hotel blurred, the laughter fading into a low, distant hum. For a moment, she hesitated, teetering on the edge of letting go entirely.
Then, Emily darted forward, her silver wings beating rapidly as she reached out to grab Charlie's arm. The touch was grounding—cool, steady, and unwavering. "Charlie, look at me," she pleaded, her voice softer but no less firm. "You're here. You're with us. Come back."
The golden light around Charlie flickered once more before dimming. With a shaky gasp, she tore her hands away from the orb, stumbling back a step as the vision shattered like glass.
Charlie's breathing was ragged, but she managed to meet Emily's concerned gaze. "I—I stopped," she said, her voice trembling but triumphant. "I stopped."
Bee beamed, her antennae bouncing with excitement as she clapped her hands. "That's my girl! You felt it, you dove in, and you cut it off! That's progress, starshine!"
Vaggie approached cautiously, her magenta eye scanning Charlie for any signs of strain. "You okay?" she asked, her tone softer than usual.
Charlie nodded, her wings twitching slightly as she straightened. "Yeah. I'm okay."
Emily's silver eyes glimmered with relief as she squeezed Charlie's arm. "You did great," she said warmly. "You're getting there."
Charlie let out a shaky laugh, brushing a strand of coral-streaked hair from her face. "It's harder than I thought it would be," she admitted.
"Of course it is," Bee said, her tone playful but kind. "If it were easy, everyone would be a balanced little bundle of chaos like me. But you're doing the work, and that's what matters."
Charlie's lips curved into a faint smile as she glanced at the orb, which had dimmed slightly. "I'll get it," she said quietly, more to herself than anyone else. "I'll get there."
"And we'll be right here with you," Emily added, her wings fluttering softly.
Vaggie crossed her arms, her smirk tinged with affection. "Damn right. No way you're tackling this alone."
Bee threw an arm around Charlie's shoulders, her grin as bright as ever. "That's the spirit! Now, who's ready for the next round?"
Charlie laughed despite herself, the sound lighter this time. "I think I'll need a minute," she said, glancing at her girlfriends.
"Take your time, starshine," Bee said, stepping back to give her space. "You're already killing it. Now let's fine-tune that control and make it flawless."
Charlie looked at the orb again, her golden eyes steady as she nodded. She wasn't there yet, but she was closer. And this time, she knew she wouldn't give up until she mastered it.
Charlie stood before the glowing honey orb once more, her golden eyes calm but resolute. The chaotic flutters of her wings had eased, and her breathing was steady. She glanced back at Vaggie and Emily, both watching her with quiet encouragement. Bee stood off to the side, her arms crossed and a proud, approving smile on her face.
"Alright," Charlie murmured to herself. "One more time."
She reached out, her hands resting gently on the orb's surface. This time, she didn't let the warm hum overwhelm her. She let it flow around her, through her, but didn't race toward it. Instead, she held her ground, letting the magic pull her just enough to open the vision—but no further.
The vision shimmered to life, vivid and surreal. The Hazbin Hotel glowed with warmth, its halls bustling with demons and angels alike. Heaven's gates stood open, their light spilling into Hell, bridging realms.
Her father's prideful smirk softened into something almost kind. Her mother's serene smile lit the room. And then, there they were— Vaggie in White, Vaggie and Emily, their bodies intertwined with hers in a quiet, perfect moment of unity.
It was everything Charlie had ever wanted, close enough to touch. But she pulled back, her breathing ragged as the dream began to dissolve.
"Beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But not real—yet."
A faint voice reached her ears, grounding her. It was Bee, her tone steady but encouraging. "You're doing it, starshine. You've got this."
Charlie blinked, her golden glow flickering softly as she focused on the present. Slowly, she pulled her hands back from the orb, the vision fading like a warm breeze. The magic dimmed, and Charlie's wings folded neatly behind her as she exhaled deeply.
"I did it," she whispered, her voice filled with equal parts wonder and relief.
Vaggie was at her side instantly, her magenta eye shining with pride. "You did," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Charlie's face.
Emily hovered just behind, her silver eyes warm and bright. "That was amazing," she said, her voice almost reverent.
Bee clapped her hands, the sound echoing through the space. "Now that is what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed, her grin wide and proud. "You toed the line, soaked in the vibes, and stepped back like a champ. That's some serious control, Charlie!"
Charlie laughed shakily, her glow fading as she looked at the orb. "I didn't think I could do it," she admitted, turning to face her friends. "But... I did."
Bee stepped forward, her antennae twitching with excitement. "You're just getting started, starshine. But this? This was huge." She leaned closer, her grin turning mischievous. "Next lesson's gonna be even more fun."
Charlie groaned lightly, but her smile didn't waver.
Charlie hesitated as Vaggie asked her question, her magenta eye full of curiosity and concern. Emily stepped closer too, her silver eyes gentle but inquisitive.
"What did you see?" Vaggie asked softly, brushing a hand along Charlie's arm.
Vaggie knelt beside Charlie, her magenta eye sharp with concern. She placed a steadying hand on Charlie's arm, her grip firm but not overbearing. "Saw what?" she asked gently, though her voice carried a sharp edge of urgency. She wasn't one to coddle, but seeing Charlie trembling like this stirred something protective within her.
Charlie shook her head, tears pooling at the edges of her golden eyes. Her voice came out soft and strained. "The hotel. Heaven's gates. My parents—they were proud. It was everything I've been working for. It felt... so real."
Emily, who had been hovering just behind, crouched down as well. Her silver eyes softened as she took in the sight of Charlie's quivering wings and unsteady breathing. "Charlie," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm against the tension. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing lightly against Charlie's hand. "You're here now. Whatever you saw, it wasn't real—not yet. You're safe."
Vaggie nodded, though her sharp expression didn't waver. "Emily's right. Whatever that orb showed you... it's just a trick. A damn good one, maybe, but still a trick. Don't let it win."
Charlie swallowed hard, her wings drooping as she exhaled shakily. The glow in her golden eyes dimmed, though the haunted look lingered. "It didn't feel like a trick," she whispered. "It felt like everything I've ever wanted. And I—I couldn't stop."
She looked back at Vaggie and Emily, her smile faint but genuine. "That's why I stopped. Because I want to make it real—not just dream about it."
Vaggie reached out, cupping Charlie's cheek with a warm hand. "You're incredible, you know that?" she said softly, her voice full of pride.
Charlie blushed under the weight of her girlfriend's words, a small laugh escaping her. "I don't know about incredible, but... thank you."
Emily leaned in, her silver eyes warm. "You are," she said firmly. "And you're not alone in this. We're with you every step of the way."
Charlie's heart swelled at their support. Even as she held back the most personal parts of the vision—the wedding, the intimate moments she'd dreamed of—she felt a deep sense of gratitude. With Vaggie and Emily by her side, she knew she could face whatever came next.
Bee clapped her hands loudly, breaking the tender moment. "Alright, lovebirds, save the mushy stuff for later," she teased, her grin wide. "We've got work to do, and this was just the first step."
Charlie chuckled, her wings giving a small flutter as she nodded. "Right. What's next?"
Bee's grin turned mischievous as she rubbed her hands together. "Oh, you'll see. Lesson two's gonna be a wild ride."
Bee led the trio into a smaller, private chamber tucked away from the buzzing main halls of the Hive. The room was dimly lit, with golden hexagonal tiles glowing faintly underfoot. A subtle hum of energy pulsed through the air, almost like a heartbeat, as though the room itself was alive with potential.
The centerpiece of the room was an expansive, polished dance floor encircled by mirrors and accented with glowing honeycomb patterns on the walls. The atmosphere was calmer here, the vibrant energy of the Hive softened into something more focused and intimate.
Bee twirled on her toes as she entered, her lava lamp-like hair casting soft reflections on the mirrors. "Welcome to the heart of the Hive, chicas!" she announced, her antennae twitching with excitement. "This room's all about channeling your power in a controlled environment—no distractions, no interruptions."
Charlie glanced nervously at the mirrored walls, her reflection showing uncertainty. "Controlled," she murmured. "That sounds... good."
Vaggie, standing protectively near Charlie, gave Bee a skeptical look. "What exactly are we doing here?"
Bee spun on her heels to face them, her multiple arms spreading theatrically. "Lesson two, sourdough! We're diving into the deep end—well, more like wading in. This is about learning how to stay in your demon form without blowing a fuse."
Emily floated a few inches above the floor, her silver wings fluttering lightly as she frowned in thought. "So, it's about endurance?"
Bee nodded, grinning. "Bingo, angelcakes. Charlie's got a ton of Hellborn power, but she's only ever used it in short bursts—when she's angry, scared, or cornered. That's useful in a pinch, but it's not mastery. If she's going to balance her Hellborn and angelic sides, she's gotta learn to stay in that form on purpose, without burning out."
Charlie shifted uncomfortably, her wings twitching slightly as the weight of the task settled on her shoulders. "I've never really thought about it like that," she admitted. "It's always just... happened."
Bee's expression softened, her antennae drooping slightly. "And that's fine, kiddo. You've had a lot on your plate—building a hotel, fighting Exterminators, keeping this one from spontaneously combusting—" she gestured playfully at Vaggie, who rolled her eye, "—but now it's time to focus on you."
Bee stepped closer, her voice dropping into a more serious tone. "Your demon form isn't just about power, Charlie. It's a part of you. A part you've been avoiding because it scares you—and I get that. But to master it, you have to face it. You have to own it."
Charlie met Bee's gaze, her golden eyes flickering with uncertainty. "But what if I lose control?"
Bee smirked, tilting her head. "That's why I'm here. To make sure you don't. And trust me, you've got more control than you think. You just need to practice. Baby steps, yeah?"
Vaggie crossed her arms, her magenta eye looking around the dance floor. "And how do you plan to make her practice? What's the first step?"
Bee grinned, gesturing to the mirrored walls. "Simple. First, we ease her into her demon form—intentionally. No anger, no fear, no outside triggers. Just her choosing to step into that side of herself. Then we keep it steady. The goal isn't to fight or use her powers—it's just to be. To exist in that form without letting it take over."
Charlie swallowed hard, her wings folding tightly against her back. "That sounds... daunting."
"Daunting's just Hellborn for exciting," Bee replied with a wink. She placed a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Look, kiddo, no one's expecting you to nail it on the first try. This is about progress, not perfection. And hey, you've got your girls here to cheer you on."
Vaggie and Emily stepped closer, their presence a steadying force on either side of Charlie. Vaggie's hand brushed Charlie's arm, her voice soft but firm. "You've got this, Babe. Just take it one step at a time."
Emily smiled warmly, her silver eyes glowing faintly. "We'll be right here if you need us."
Bee clapped her hands, her antennae perking up. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get started. Close your eyes, Charlie. Take a deep breath, and find that spark inside you—the one that flares up when you're angry or scared. But instead of letting it explode, just... hold it. Let it simmer."
Charlie hesitated, glancing at the mirrors one last time before closing her eyes. She took a shaky breath, her hands clenching at her sides. The room seemed to grow quieter, the hum of energy fading into the background as she focused inward.
Bee stepped back, her expression a mix of encouragement and anticipation. "That's it," she murmured. "Take your time. This isn't a race—it's a dance. And you've got the rhythm, kiddo. Trust me."
Charlie sat cross-legged in the center of the glowing hexagonal room, her golden glow dimmed to a faint flicker as she concentrated. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and steady, as she reached inward, searching for that elusive spark of energy.
Bee leaned casually against a mirrored wall, her antennae twitching as she watched Charlie's progress. "Steady, sweetheart," she said, her tone encouraging. "This isn't a race. You're learning to call it—not chase it."
Vaggie stood nearby, her arms crossed, her magenta eye focused intently on Charlie. "You've got this, Charlie," she murmured softly, her voice steady with quiet support. But as the minutes stretched on, she shifted her weight, glancing briefly at Emily.
Emily floated just off the floor, her silver wings flapping softly against her back as she kept her gaze fixed on Charlie. "She's close," Emily said softly, her voice brimming with quiet confidence. "You can see it in her aura."
Vaggie nodded, her eye flicking back to Charlie. "I know," she said, her voice warm but tinged with a faint edge of restlessness. "I just hate waiting when there's nothing I can do to help."
As more time passed, the stillness of the room began to settle heavily around them. Vaggie sighed quietly, pulling her phone from her pocket. "Doesn't mean I'm not here for her," she said to Emily with a small smile, as if preemptively defending herself.
Emily chuckled softly, her gaze still on Charlie. "I know," she replied, glancing briefly at the phone. "But I guess we can keep each other company while we wait."
Vaggie nodded, scrolling idly through her phone, her attention flicking back to Charlie every few moments. The flicker of energy around Charlie was subtle but growing, a faint golden pulse rippling outward.
"Look," Emily whispered after a while, nudging Vaggie gently.
Vaggie's attention snapped back to Charlie as the glow around her intensified. Charlie's hands, which had been resting on her knees, flexed slightly, her fingers curling as if she were holding the energy in her palms.
"There it is," Bee said, stepping forward with a grin. "Steady now, kiddo. Let it grow on its own terms."
Charlie's breath hitched slightly, her golden glow pulsing brighter as the energy within her stirred. Unlike the wild surges of power she'd felt before, this was calm and steady, like a flame carefully fed.
Vaggie pocketed her phone, her attention fully on Charlie now. "She's doing it," she said, her voice a mix of awe and pride.
Emily hovered a little closer, her silver eyes shining with encouragement. "She's in control this time," she said softly.
Charlie's breathing steadied, her wings twitching faintly as the spark grew stronger. She didn't rush toward it, didn't let it overwhelm her. For the first time, she felt like she was holding the reins.
Bee's grin widened, her lava lamp-like hair shifting with vibrant color. "That's my girl," she murmured, her tone filled with pride.
The warmth spread from her chest, wrapping her in a protective cocoon. The shift was subtle at first—a faint flicker of light tracing along her skin—but soon, it blossomed. Her blonde hair shifted to a shimmering gold sheen that cascaded down her back. A faint halo appeared above her head, shaped like an incomplete ring of intertwined golden vines and flickering stars, spinning slowly as it cast delicate patterns of light on the walls.
Her body shimmered with a soft silver sheen, the glow delicate yet undeniable. Her wings shifted, their hues fading from gold and crimson to gold and a light pastel pink, their feathers now fully under her control. She flexed them experimentally, the smooth, fluid motion easing a tension she hadn't realized she was holding.
Her hands changed too, her fingers elongating with an elegance that felt otherworldly. Her nails turned crystalline, faintly glowing gold, as if holding a fragment of Heaven's light. She lifted them, examining them briefly before letting them rest back in her lap.
When she finally opened her eyes, they glowed brightly, their golden hue now laced with a tranquil clarity. She barely recognized herself in the mirrors surrounding the room, her usual fiery edges smoothed into something impossibly calm and bright. For a moment, she simply existed in the stillness, basking in the strange new energy coursing through her.
The air around her seemed to hum faintly, and when she finally spoke, her voice carried a harmonious, layered quality, each word resonating with a melodic undertone that lingered like an unspoken song.
"Charlie," Vaggie murmured, her voice breaking through the quiet. Her magenta eye searched Charlie's face, her expression caught between awe and apprehension. "How do you feel?"
Charlie opened her mouth to answer, but the words caught in her throat. She flexed her hands, watching the warm light radiate from her fingertips, and exhaled slowly. "It's... quiet," she said at last, her melodic voice catching even her off guard. "It's like... everything else has stopped. No noise. No chaos. Just... this."
Emily hovered closer, her silver eyes shimmering with awe. "It's beautiful," she whispered, almost reverently. "Charlie, do you realize what this means? You're channeling your angelic side—effortlessly."
"Effortlessly," Vaggie repeated, though her tone carried a sharper edge. She stepped beside Charlie, her arms crossed tightly. "That's what worries me. If this side of her is so easy to slip into, what happens if she can't get out of it?"
Charlie's serene expression faltered, her wings twitching slightly. "I didn't mean to summon it," she admitted softly. "I was trying to pull on my demon side. This just... happened."
Bee, who had been unusually quiet, finally stepped forward, her upper arms crossed while her lower hands gestured vaguely at Charlie. "Alright, let's call it like it is—this is big, kid. But, uh..." She scratched the back of her neck, her wings twitching nervously. "I'm not exactly the go-to gal for angelic life hacks, you know? This is out of my depth. And as much as I'd love to throw a party for your sparkly new look, we've got work to do on the Hellborn side of things."
Emily frowned, her silver wings fluttering as she glanced between Bee and Charlie. "But this is part of her too," she protested gently. "She can't ignore it."
"I'm not saying ignore it, Angel Cakes," Bee replied, her grin sharp but playful. "I'm saying one step at a time. Balancing two sides of yourself isn't easy, and right now, Charlie's got a whole fiery half that I can help her master before diving headfirst into the angelic pool." She turned to Charlie, her expression softening. "For now, kiddo, you should ease back. Take this as a sign that you've got more going on than you realized—but don't push too hard yet. Not without the right help."
Charlie hesitated, her golden aura flickering faintly. She glanced at Emily, who nodded with quiet reassurance, then at Vaggie, who stepped closer and rested a hand on her glowing shoulder.
"You're not giving up on this," Vaggie said firmly, meeting Charlie's gaze. "But Bee's right. You've got to learn to walk before you start flying. We'll figure this out, okay?"
Charlie exhaled shakily, the light around her dimming as she nodded. "Okay," she murmured, her voice carrying both relief and reluctance.
With deliberate care, Charlie let the transformation fade. The golden glow dissipated, her feathers shifting back to crimson, her radiant aura melting away like the last light of sunset. Her horns emerged again, her claws returning to their sharp, familiar edges. When it was over, she stood in her demon form, breathing heavily but steady.
Bee clapped her hands, her grin returning full force. "There she is! Still got your spark, kid. That's what I like to see."
Charlie managed a small smile, though her golden eyes flickered briefly, a reminder of the light she'd just held. "Thanks, Aunt Bee. I'll figure this out... eventually."
"Damn right you will," Bee said, ruffling Charlie's hair with one hand. "But first, we've got some Hellborn lessons to tackle. You've got the best of both worlds, starshine—time to show Hell you can handle it."
As Bee led the group into the next lesson, Emily leaned in close to Charlie, her voice soft. "When you're ready, I can help you explore that side of yourself," she said gently. "We'll figure it out together."
Charlie smiled, her wings twitching lightly. "I'd like that."
As the minutes stretched on, a tense silence fell over the room. Charlie remained seated, her breathing slow and deliberate, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Vaggie leaned closer to Emily, her voice a soft whisper. "Do you think it's working?"
Emily, floating just slightly off the ground, watched intently, her silver eyes shimmering with a mix of concern and anticipation. "I think so. Look at her wings."
The light-feathered sections of Charlie's wings began to shimmer faintly before slowly shifting. The pristine white feathers darkened, fading until her wings transitioned from black to crimson. The transformation crept across her wings like ink spilling over a canvas, deliberate and unhurried.
Charlie inhaled sharply, her hands clutching the floor beneath her as her fingers began to elongate. The tips blackened, sharpening into claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. Her arms trembled, the dark crimson hue spreading from her fingertips up her forearms like creeping flames.
Bee observed from her position nearby, her antennae twitching as she spoke softly. "That's it, kid. You've got this. Let it happen, nice and easy. No rush."
Charlie's horns began to emerge next, curling slowly from her scalp as if pushing their way to freedom. Dark maroon and glistening, they curved elegantly upward, their sharp points catching the faint light. Her tail followed suit, unfurling behind her as it lengthened and darkened. Its spiked tip swayed slightly, the red heart shape at its center glowing faintly.
Her eyes snapped open, the molten gold replaced by a fiery crimson. The sclera had turned deep red, and her irises gleamed white, slit pupils narrowing as her gaze darted around the room. Thin black streaks appeared across her eyes, accentuating the sharp, predatory look of her demon form.
Emily gasped softly. "It's... slower than before."
Vaggie nodded, her magenta eye fixed on Charlie. "It's controlled. She's not exploding into it this time."
Charlie's breath hitched as she flexed her hands, the sharp claws clicking faintly against the floor. She rolled her shoulders, her wings stretching experimentally as if testing their weight. Her voice was low, soft, and trembling with a mix of awe and apprehension. "I... I can feel it. It's there, but it's not... consuming me."
Bee stepped forward, her expression a mix of approval and curiosity. "Good. That's good. You're steering the wheel now, not the other way around."
Charlie looked up at Bee, her crimson eyes glowing faintly. "It feels... different. Quieter, but stronger. Like I'm still me, just... more."
Bee grinned, folding her upper arms while gesturing with her lower ones. "That's the goal, sugar. You're learning to let it in without letting it take over. It's a balancing act, but you're getting there."
Charlie exhaled slowly, her claws retracting slightly as she folded her wings. She glanced back at Vaggie and Emily, her voice steadier now. "How do I look?"
Vaggie stepped closer, her lips curving into a small smile. "Like a badass," she said simply, her tone filled with quiet pride.
Emily nodded, her silver wings fluttering lightly. "Terrifying, but... in a good way," she added, her voice warm.
Charlie chuckled softly, her tail swaying behind her. "I'll take it."
Bee clapped her hands together, breaking the moment with her usual exuberance. "Alright, that's lesson two done—or at least started. You're making progress, kid. But don't get too comfortable. We've got more work to do."
Charlie smiled, her demon form settling into place as she stood.