Vaggie leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her magenta eye narrowing slightly as she watched Charlie rifle through her closet. "Charlie, it's just a few days, not a fashion parade. Do you really need this many outfits?"
Charlie turned, holding up an armful of vibrant tops. "You don't understand—Bee's parties can get wild. What if I'm underdressed?"
"Or overdressed. Or wearing wings without back slits," Vaggie said, tossing a jacket onto the bed with a raised brow. "She's your aunt. She's not gonna care."
Emily, perched on the bed, smirked. "She's got a point. From what you told me, wardrobe malfunctions are part of the fun."
Charlie froze, her cheeks instantly turning crimson. "Emily!" she exclaimed, her voice rising an octave.
"What?" Emily said innocently, though her silver eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I didn't think you would bring that up!" Charlie protested, her golden glow flickering faintly as she set the clothes down with a huff.
Vaggie's head tilted, her eyebrow arching higher. "Wait a second. What did you just say, Emily?"
Emily smirked, leaning back against the bedpost. "Oh, just a little story Charlie told me in confidence. You know, about a certain party at Bee's hive and a very impressive keg stand."
Charlie groaned, her hands flying to cover her face. "Seriously?"
Vaggie crossed her arms, her curiosity visibly piqued. "Okay, spill. What happened at this party?"
Charlie sighed, peeking out from behind her hands. "Fine, but you can't make fun of me."
"No promises," Emily said brightly.
With a resigned groan, Charlie slumped onto the bed, her wings giving a faint twitch before settling behind her. "So, when I was a teen Bee threw this massive party—one of her Endless Summer bashes. It was basically weeks of non-stop partying. I convinced my parents I was just going to hang out with her for the weekend."
"Classic teen rebellion," Vaggie said dryly, though the corners of her mouth twitched.
"Bee decided I needed to try a keg stand," Charlie continued, her voice lowering slightly. "And I guess I was really good at it because everyone was cheering me on. But I, uh... might have blacked out after that."
Vaggie's smirk grew as she leaned against the bedpost. "Of course, you did."
"When I woke up," Charlie mumbled, her cheeks turning pink again, "I was back in my room wearing one of Bee's crop tops. It was way too small, and I have no idea how I got there. I got grounded for a month… and that's after Bee covered for me," Charlie said, shaking her head. "She told them it was just a sleepover gone wild. She even gave me a stack of pastries to 'help with my recovery.'"
Vaggie let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "I didn't know you had it in you."
"Apparently, I don't," Charlie said with a groan, covering her face again. "It was one time!"
Emily grinned, reaching out to nudge her shoulder. "It's a great story, though. Bee sounds like a fun babysitter."
"She was," Charlie admitted, a small smile creeping onto her face. "But that's not the point. I just want to be prepared for whatever happens."
Vaggie walked over to the bed, picking up one of the shirts Charlie had set aside. "And what's your plan for these? You know your wings are going to shred anything that doesn't have openings for them, right?"
Charlie blinked, her golden eyes darting to the pile of clothes she'd carefully selected. "Oh," she said, her enthusiasm deflating slightly. "I didn't think about that."
Vaggie smirked, tossing the shirt back onto the pile. "Exactly. So why not take a few basics and let Bee sort you out when we get there? She'll probably love the excuse to glam you up."
"Fine," Charlie said with a reluctant sigh. She glanced at the pile of clothes, then back at Vaggie and Emily. "But you two are carrying the bags."
"Deal," Emily said, her wings fluttering slightly. "But only if you promise not to drink Bee under the table. I don't think Vaggie could handle the stress."
Vaggie snorted. "I can barely handle it now."
Charlie groaned, flopping back dramatically onto the bed as her wings folded awkwardly against her back. "You're both the worst."
"And you love us for it," Vaggie said smugly, nudging her with her knee.
"Unfortunately," Charlie muttered, her lips twitching into a faint smile despite her exasperation.
After a whirlwind of deliberations, compromises, and a fair bit of teasing, Vaggie finally managed to reduce Charlie's packing frenzy down to one reasonably sized bag.
"This is ridiculous," Charlie grumbled as she zipped up the lone suitcase, her wings giving a faint, restless twitch. "What if I need something I didn't pack?"
"Then Bee will lend you something," Vaggie said with a smirk, slinging her own small satchel over her shoulder. "And knowing her, it'll be something you wouldn't even think to pack."
"Like another crop top?" Emily quipped, her silver eyes sparkling mischievously as she leaned against the doorway.
Charlie shot her a mock glare. "You're not helping."
Emily raised her hands in surrender, though her grin remained. "Hey, I'm just saying, you're going to Bee's hive. The last thing she'll want is for you to blend in."
Charlie groaned, dragging the suitcase to the door as her wings shuffled behind her. "Fine. Let's just get this over with before I change my mind and start repacking."
"Not happening," Vaggie said firmly, taking Charlie's free hand and pulling her into the hallway. "Come on. Time to leave the hotel in someone else's hands for a change. What's the worst that could happen?"
As the three descended the grand staircase, the familiar hum of the Hazbin Hotel greeted them. Despite the usual chaos and eccentricities of its residents, the place had become a sanctuary—a fragile but hopeful haven that Charlie had poured her heart into. Leaving, even for a short time, tugged at her nerves.
At the base of the stairs, Husk leaned against the bar, his ever-present drink in one hand and a look of mild disinterest on his face. Across the room, Alastor stood near the front desk, his grin as sharp and unsettling as ever.
Charlie stopped at the bottom step, turning to face the two of them. "Alright," she began, her voice firm but kind. "You're both in charge while I'm gone. I need this place to stay intact—no burning it down, no terrorizing the residents, and definitely no... experiments." Her eyes narrowed slightly at Alastor.
"Experiments?" Alastor said, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "My dear, what kind of mischief do you think I'd get up to in your absence?"
"The kind that requires a mop and a lot of apologies," Husk muttered, taking a swig from his glass.
Charlie sighed, her golden wings giving a slight flare before she tucked them back again. "Just... keep things running smoothly, okay? And call me if there's any trouble."
"Of course, of course," Alastor replied smoothly, his shadow flickering unnaturally along the walls. "Rest assured, your little haven will be in perfectly capable hands."
Husk snorted. "Yeah, 'capable.' Sure."
"Thank you," Charlie said, though her tone suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.
Emily stepped forward, her silver wings glinting faintly in the hotel's dim light. "We'll only be gone a couple of days. Try not to scare off too many residents while we're out."
Alastor's grin widened. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."
"Uh-huh," Vaggie muttered, pulling Charlie gently toward the door. "Let's get out of here before he decides to dream bigger."
Charlie hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping the lobby. Despite her nerves, she managed a small smile. "Thanks, both of you. I mean it."
Husk waved her off with a grunt, while Alastor gave a deep, theatrical bow.
As the door swung shut behind them, Vaggie sighed in relief. "I give it twenty minutes before Angel Dust gets them into some kind of trouble."
Emily laughed, her voice light as they headed toward the waiting cab. "Twenty minutes? That's optimistic."
Charlie smiled faintly, her nerves easing just slightly as the hotel faded from view. For now, her focus was on what lay ahead: reconnecting with her Hellborn heritage and learning what it meant to embrace her full self.
The trio slid into the back of the sleek, obsidian limo, the door closing with a soft click behind them. The plush crimson seats enveloped them in comfort, and the faint scent of brimstone and roses lingered in the air. Vaggie stretched out in her corner, her arms crossed but her posture relaxed, while Emily immediately leaned toward the front to greet their driver.
"Razzle!" Emily's cheerful voice filled the space as she waved at the dragon-winged creature. "Good to see you again!"
Razzle turned his horned head slightly, his reptilian yellow eyes crinkling with what could only be described as fondness. He let out a soft bleat in response, his long tail flicking behind him as he adjusted the controls.
Charlie, already flustered from packing, managed a smile for her loyal companion. "Thanks for driving us, Razzle," she said, her wings giving a faint twitch that she tried to settle against her back.
Razzle gave an enthusiastic nod, the car humming to life beneath them. With a smooth motion, the limo pulled away from the Hazbin Hotel, the building's spires disappearing into the crimson haze of Pentagram City.
Charlie glanced out the window, her golden eyes reflecting the fiery skyline as her nerves began to creep back in. She reached for her bag reflexively, only to have Vaggie snatch it out of her hands.
"Nope. You're packed. No second-guessing," Vaggie said firmly, tossing the bag onto the seat beside her.
Charlie sighed, leaning back in her seat as the tension in her shoulders refused to dissipate. "I know, I know. I just—what if I forgot something important?"
Vaggie rolled her eyes. "You've got everything you need. And if you forgot something? Bee has you covered. She practically collects 'important' things for fun."
Emily giggled, her silver wings fluttering lightly as she settled into her seat. "Honestly, Charlie, I'm surprised you didn't pack a second bag just for your wings."
Charlie's cheeks flushed. "Oh gosh, should I have brought stuff just for them? Emily, what do wings require?!" Her wings twitched for emphasis, brushing lightly against the backrest.
"You're impossible," Vaggie muttered, though her tone was fond.
The limo glided smoothly through the chaotic streets of the Pride Ring, the din of demon life muffled by the car's soundproofing. Before long, the sprawling structure of the Hellevator came into view.
The Hellevator was an impressive structure, sprawling outward like a golden hub nestled against the fiery horizon of the Pride Ring. Its polished surfaces gleamed against the crimson skies, every inch meticulously maintained. Massive doors lined the central plaza, each leading to oversized elevators engraved with intricate designs representing the rings of Hell they served. Above each entryway, glowing displays flickered with arrival and departure times, their color-coded destinations pulsing gently against the gold and white interior.
The limo pulled up to the circular driveway, stopping in front of the main entrance. Razzle turned slightly in his seat, his reptilian yellow eyes meeting Charlie's. He let out a soft, encouraging bleat, his tail flicking once as if to say, You've got this .
Charlie smiled despite her nerves. "Thanks, Razzle. Keep an eye on everything back home, okay?"
Razzle nodded enthusiastically, his dragon-like wings twitching as he let out another bleat.
Emily leaned forward, patting his shoulder. "Bye, Razzle! Don't let Alastor talk you into anything weird."
With one last wave, the trio stepped out of the limo and into the glowing lobby of the Hellevator.
The lobby was alive with motion—Hellborn demons darting between gates, their horns and tails catching the golden light as they carried luggage, papers, or weapons, depending on their destination. A large directory stood at the center of the space, displaying the rings of Hell in bold, colorful letters: Pride (Red), Wrath (Orange), Gluttony (Yellow), Greed (Green), Lust (Purple), Envy (Blue), and Sloth (Pink).
As they made their way through the lobby, a few hellhounds and demons paused in their tracks, their gazes locking onto Charlie and Emily. The sight of Charlie's glowing wings and Emily's celestial aura drew wide eyes and wary glances. No one said a word, but the weight of their stares was palpable.
"Gluttony," Vaggie muttered, pointing at the directory. The yellow glow marked their destination in bold letters.
Emily let out a low whistle, her silver eyes scanning the chaos. "Impressive. I didn't think Hell had a transportation system this... efficient."
Charlie's wings gave a small, restless twitch as she glanced around, catching the corner of her eye on a hellhound who was openly gawking at her. She tried to focus on her path, tucking her wings in more neatly. Despite her best efforts, one of the lower wings brushed lightly against Emily's arm.
"Sorry," Charlie mumbled, her cheeks warming.
"It's fine," Emily said with a smile, patting the feathery edge. "At least they're softer than I expected. That's a bonus, right?"
Vaggie arched an eyebrow. "Try keeping those tucked in when we get to Bee's hive," she said dryly. "Otherwise, she's going to turn your wings into the highlight of her next party theme."
Charlie groaned, pulling her duffel bag higher on her shoulder. "Don't remind me. Let's just... not make a big deal of this, okay? I don't want to cause a scene."
Vaggie smirked, nudging her with an elbow. "Relax. Everyone's too busy trying to get to their own rings to care about some glowing wings."
She said it lightly, but the wary glances from demons passing by told a different story. Their glowing eyes flicked between Charlie and Emily, lingering a moment too long before they quickly moved on.
The trio approached the Gluttony gate, its golden doors gleaming with honeycomb engravings. As they stepped inside, the spacious elevator opened up to reveal plush seating and standing areas. Soft music hummed in the background, blending with the quiet whir of the elevator's mechanisms.
Emily plopped into one of the lounge chairs, her silver wings folding neatly behind her as she glanced at Charlie. "So, what's the game plan when we get there? Think Bee's throwing a party already?"
Charlie chuckled, settling into a seat and adjusting her wings carefully. "Knowing her? Probably. Aunt Bee loves a good party."
Vaggie stood near the wall, crossing her arms. "I just hope she remembers why we're coming. You're there to learn, not to drink your way through her honey reserves."
Charlie gave her a look, her blush deepening. "I can focus, you know. This is important."
Emily grinned, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eye. "So, do you think she'll still spoil you? I mean, you did say she used to stuff you full of sweets as a kid."
Charlie laughed softly, her golden eyes flickering with fondness. "Oh, definitely. Bee never could resist making me her little sugar-filled accomplice."
"I'm not sure if that's cute or dangerous," Vaggie said, though her lips twitched with a faint smile.
The elevator hummed as it descended, the glowing indicator marking their progress through the rings. A comfortable silence settled over the trio as the golden walls reflected their anticipation. The golden elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the vibrant, buzzing chaos of the Gluttony Ring.
A lush forest stretched out before them, alive with vibrant hues of green and blue. The trees were enormous, their trunks twisted and gnarled, with bark that shimmered faintly under the yellow-hued sky. Bright red eyes blinked lazily from the wood, their eerie presence offset by the strange beauty of the tropical trees dripping crimson goop. The air carried a thick, sweet scent—something between honey and nectar—and the distant hum of activity buzzed through the atmosphere.
Emily stepped out first, her silver eyes wide as she took in the alien yet breathtaking landscape. "This... is incredible," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her wings gave a faint twitch, betraying her awe. "It's the closest thing I've seen to Heaven since I fell."
Vaggie crossed her arms, glancing around with a critical eye. "Yeah, if Heaven has giant eyeball trees and air that smells like a candy factory exploded."
"It's beautiful," Emily said, her voice tinged with quiet reverence.
Charlie followed, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag as she stepped onto the hexagonal pathway leading from the Hellevator. Her wings twitched slightly as she stared at the bustling activity ahead. A swarm of Hellhounds—sleek and shadowy, their eyes glowing faintly—moved in a pack toward the distance. Their sharp claws clicked against the honeycomb-patterned roads as they made their way through the lush terrain.
"Looks like everyone's heading to Bee's Hive," Vaggie muttered, nodding toward the glowing structure rising in the distance.
Bee's Hive stood tall, a gleaming, golden building with a distinctly wavy architecture that seemed to pulse with energy. The walls shimmered with a honey-like sheen, and the sky above it glowed brighter, its hexagonal patterns more pronounced. Even from this distance, the faint thrum of music and laughter could be heard, promising the kind of lively chaos only Beelzebub could create.
Charlie adjusted her wings carefully, trying not to draw attention as a few Hellhounds paused to glance their way. While most moved on quickly, a few demons milling about the pathways openly stared at Emily and Charlie. Their wide eyes flicked nervously between Emily's celestial glow and Charlie's hybrid wings, their wariness palpable.
Emily noticed the stares and leaned closer to Charlie. "Are they always this... jumpy?"
"Gluttony isn't exactly used to angelic energy," Charlie replied softly, her golden eyes scanning the path ahead. "The Extermination never happened down here, so.. It's probably less hostility, and more interest than anything.."
"They're probably just scared you're going to smite them," Vaggie said dryly, stepping closer to Charlie's side. "Let's get moving before someone works up the nerve to say something."
The trio fell into step, making their way through the strange and stunning landscape. The honey-slick roads sparkled underfoot, and the hum of activity grew louder as they approached the Hive.
Emily couldn't take her eyes off the scenery, her awe growing with every step. "I've seen Heaven's gardens, but this..." She gestured to the vibrant mix of lush greenery, glowing hives, and surreal, eye-studded trees. "It's wild and chaotic, but it feels... alive. Like it has its own heartbeat."
"That's Bee," Charlie said with a small smile, her wings giving an involuntary flutter. "Everything here reflects her energy. She's not just about indulgence—it's about celebrating life, embracing the wild and beautiful parts of it."
Vaggie glanced at her, arching a skeptical brow. "And the Hellhounds swarming everywhere?"
"Part of the charm," Charlie replied lightly, though her gaze lingered on a particularly large Hellhound that stopped to sniff the air, its glowing eyes narrowing as it watched them pass.
The path curved upward, leading toward the golden doors of Bee's Hive. The structure loomed larger now, its intricate design glowing warmly under the yellow sky.
Charlie hesitated for a moment, adjusting her duffel bag again. Her wings twitched nervously, brushing against Emily's arm. "This is it," she said softly, glancing at Vaggie and Emily. "You ready?"
"Are you?" Vaggie shot back, her tone soft but firm.
Charlie took a deep breath, straightening her back and giving her wings a deliberate flick to settle them. "I guess we're about to find out."
The trio approached the Hive's doors, the faint sound of laughter and music growing louder with every step.
The Hive's golden doors swung open with a dramatic creak, revealing an interior as lively and dazzling as the landscape outside.
Charlie stepped in first, her golden wings twitching nervously as her eyes swept the crowded space. The mansion was a riot of color and movement, every corner bursting with life. The walls shimmered with honeycomb patterns, their golden surfaces reflecting the pulsing neon lights of the party. Hellhounds of all shapes and sizes filled the expansive room, lounging on hexagonal couches, chatting near glowing drink stands, or weaving through the crowd with surprising agility.
The air was thick with music, a rhythmic, bass-heavy melody that vibrated through the floor beneath their feet. Piranha plants in honeycomb-shaped pots snapped lazily at the air, their many eyes darting toward the newcomers before losing interest. Tropical trees with bright, fiery leaves stood scattered throughout, their golden-framed pots adding an extra touch of glitz to the chaotic scene.
Emily's silver eyes widened as she took in the spectacle, her wings shifting restlessly. "It's... packed," she said, her voice almost drowned out by the music. "Are all the parties in Gluttony like this?"
Charlie glanced around, her expression a mix of fondness and exasperation. "Not all of them," she said, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the noise. "But Bee's Hive? Always."
Vaggie crossed her arms, standing close to Charlie's side as she surveyed the crowd. "I don't see her," she said, her magenta eye narrowing as she scanned the buzzing partygoers. "Are we sure she's even here?"
Emily nodded, leaning closer. "Yeah, what if she's not?"
Charlie shook her head with a small, knowing smile. "No, Bee wouldn't leave during a party," she said confidently, her wings fluttering slightly as if in emphasis. "If she's not buzzing about, it's because she's planning an appropriately epic welcome."
Vaggie raised a skeptical brow. "You sound like you've seen this before."
"I have," Charlie groaned softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "And here we go," she muttered under her breath. "I'm sorry about this.."
Vaggie raised a questioning brow but didn't have time to respond before a spotlight clicked on, bathing Charlie in its harsh glow.
The music cut abruptly, plunging the Hive into silence as the lights dimmed. Bee's voice boomed across the room. "LADIES, GENTS, AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN—prepare yourselves! My niece has arrived!"
Charlie groaned, covering her face as the spotlight hit her squarely. The crowd erupted in cheers and howls.
"Not just any niece," Bee continued dramatically, appearing at the top of a grand staircase, her glowing figure glittering like molten candy. Her hair and tail shimmered in mesmerizing waves of pink, aqua, and orange, and her four arms moved with practiced elegance as she descended.
"The Princess of Hell herself! Let's hear it for CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR!"
Charlie peeked through her fingers, her wings twitching as Vaggie snorted. The Hive erupted in cheers, howls, and applause, Hellhounds barking and demons gawking.
Charlie shot Vaggie an apologetic look as she tried to fold her wings back down. "I told you," she said weakly, cringing as the spotlight lingered on her.
Vaggie groaned, pressing her palm to her forehead. "Why am I not surprised?"
Emily, however, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, her silver eyes sparkling with amusement. "She's got quite the flair for introductions," she remarked, grinning.
Bee continued unabated, her voice practically bouncing off the Hive's honeycomb-patterned walls. "Now, everyone, make way for the star of the show!"
As the music dimmed and the crowd parted, the spotlight shifted toward the grand staircase. Beelzebub finally made her grand entrance, h
Bee's antennae twitched as her gaze locked onto Charlie. She stopped at the bottom step, placing her hands on her hips with a wide grin. "Charlie, baby! Who are these lovely ladies you brought with you?"
Charlie hesitated, glancing nervously at Vaggie and Emily before stepping forward. "Aunt Bee, this is Vaggie," she said, motioning toward her girlfriend. "And this is Emily. They're... my girlfriends."
For a moment, Bee stared, her grin widening until it nearly split her face. "Two girlfriends?!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. "You're already living that gluttonous life, kid! I'm so proud!"
Emily raised a brow, glancing at Charlie with a faint smirk. "I like her already."
Bee turned to the crowd, pointing at herself with a dramatic flair. "Ozzy owes me some cash! I knew you were into the feminine side of things! Pay up, you smug bastard!"
Charlie groaned again, her wings giving an erratic flap. "Bee, please tone it down," she begged, her voice muffled by her hands.
Bee laughed brightly, sashaying the rest of the way toward her niece. "Tone it down? Sweetheart, this is toned down." She reached out, pulling Charlie into a quick, affectionate hug before stepping back. "Besides, this is Demon Lesson #1! Embrace who you are, baby! You can't let yourself shy away from what makes you, you! Own it!"
Charlie sighed, though her lips quirked into a reluctant smile. "You're impossible," she muttered.
Bee winked, tossing her lava lamp-like hair with a flourish. "And you love me for it. Now, let's give my niece the welcome she deserves!"
Bee stopped mid-celebration, her antennae perking up as her gaze darted between Vaggie and Emily. Her vibrant pink pupils narrowed slightly, and her grin took on a curious edge. "Wait a minute," she said, her voice dropping slightly as she leaned in closer to inspect them. Her keen eyes roved over Emily's silver halo and Vaggie's tucked wings. "Are they both... angels?"
Charlie tensed, her wings flaring slightly before she managed to tuck them back down. "Yes," she admitted cautiously. "Emily's still an angel, and Vaggie... used to be one."
Bee stared for a long moment before letting out a delighted laugh, clapping all four hands together. "Angels! Charlie, baby, you're really breaking all the rules, aren't you?" Her grin widened, and her glowing eyes sparkled with mischief. "Not only do you have two girlfriends, but they're angelic girlfriends. You're not just living the glutton life—you're rewriting it!"
Emily, who had been smiling politely, couldn't help but laugh softly. "I take it that's not common down here?"
"Not common?" Bee repeated with mock offense, gesturing grandly to the Hive. "Honey, you're the first angels who've willingly walked into Gluttony without a divine mission or a death wish in.. ever!"
Vaggie crossed her arms, her magenta eye narrowing slightly. "And what does that mean for us?"
Bee waved a hand dismissively, her grin unbothered. "Relax, sweetie. You're with Charlie—you're practically family now! Besides," she added with a sly wink, "if anyone gives you trouble, they'll have to answer to me. And trust me, no one wants that."
Charlie sighed, her wings twitching slightly in response to her growing embarrassment. "Aunt Bee, could we just—"
Bee cut her off, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Oh, don't you 'Aunt Bee' me! This is huge! Angels in my Hive, and they're your girlfriends?" She cackled, spinning on her heels to address the crowd. "Somebody get a camera! This is going on the wall of fame!"
Charlie groaned, burying her face in her hands as Emily chuckled quietly. Vaggie, however, smirked, clearly bemused by the whole exchange.
Bee finally turned back to them, her hands on her hips and her grin still firmly in place. "Alright, I'll tone it down—just a smidge—for now. But you owe me a full rundown of how this angelic trio came to be."
Charlie peeked out from behind her hands, sighing deeply. "You're impossible."
"And you love me for it!" Bee shot back with a wink. "Now, enough stalling. Let's get this welcome party started right!"
As the lights dimmed further and the music surged to a crescendo, Bee clapped her hands, sending a ripple of golden sparks through the Hive. The Hellhounds howled, the demons cheered, and the air buzzed with electrifying energy as Beelzebub prepared for whatever grand spectacle she had in store.
Vaggie frowned, her arms crossing over her chest defensively. "We didn't come here to party," she said firmly, her magenta eye narrowing.
Bee straightened up, twirling one of her antennae lazily with a lower hand. "Of course, you didn't," she said, her tone dripping with mock sincerity. "But you came here for me, and I know my Charlie better than anyone—probably even you." She shot a knowing glance at Vaggie before continuing. "To help her, you don't push. You calm her down, sweetie. That's where I come in."
Emily, standing beside Vaggie, raised a cautious brow but kept her tone neutral. "And you're saying this... party is going to help her?"
Bee's grin turned downright mischievous as she placed a hand over her heart with exaggerated drama. "Trust me, Angelcakes, this isn't just a party—it's therapy, Bee-style. Charlie knows it too. She'll unwind, feel the love, and remember that being a demon means embracing who you are, not stressing over it."
Charlie, still recovering from the spotlight ordeal, sighed heavily. "I really hate that you know me this well."
Bee beamed, ruffling Charlie's hair fondly with an upper hand. "And you love me for it, kiddo. Don't worry—I promised to help you, and I will. But first, we're going to let loose. Consider it Demon Lesson #1: embrace what makes you you."
Emily exchanged a glance with Vaggie, her wings shifting slightly. "As long as you actually help her," she said carefully.
Bee gave a sharp laugh, her glowing lava-lamp hair swirling with her movement. "Help her? Honey, by the time we're done, Charlie's going to feel like the Queen of Hell herself."
Vaggie frowned, unconvinced, but before she could argue further, the music swelled, and Bee clapped her hands. "Now, come on, you two. I'll even throw in some angel-friendly snacks if it'll help you relax."
Charlie sighed again, shaking her head but unable to suppress a faint smile. "This is going to be... something," she muttered.
Bee cackled, spinning dramatically. "That's the spirit, baby! Now, let's get buzzing!"
Bee pivoted on her heel with an effortless grace, her lava-lamp tail swishing as she gestured for the trio to follow. "Come on, ladies! Let's dive into the hive! We've got some demon lessons, some fun, and maybe a little honey therapy waiting for us!"
Charlie fell into step beside her aunt, her wings twitching slightly as the music and laughter from the crowd ahead grew louder. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?"
Bee shot her a playful smirk. "Wouldn't dream of it, kiddo. Growth's messy, fun, and a little sticky. You'll thank me later."
Emily floated along beside Charlie, her silver wings giving the occasional soft flutter as she hovered a few inches above the ground. Her teal eyes darted around, taking in the hive's glowing, honeycomb-themed interior. The vibrant energy of the place—the rich golden hues, the swaying crowd of Hellhounds, and the constant buzz of excitement—was overwhelming but oddly inviting. "This is... incredible," she admitted, her voice tinged with wonder.
Bee turned her head slightly, one pair of arms akimbo while the other gestured dramatically to the buzzing scene around them. "Damn right it is! I've worked hard to make this hive a haven for Hellborn. No drama, no nonsense—just a good time."
Emily chuckled, her gaze lingering on the towering, hexagonal walls glowing faintly in the golden light. This didn't feel like the Hell she'd imagined, and yet it was undeniably Hell's essence—chaotic, alive, and unapologetically itself.
Meanwhile, Vaggie trailed a step behind, her arms crossed tightly as her magenta eye darted warily at every passing glance from the Hellhounds or demons in the crowd. "You better not forget why we're here," she muttered, her tone sharp as she addressed Charlie. "We're not here to party."
Bee glanced over her shoulder, her grin widening as she locked onto Vaggie's glare. "Oh, little sourdough's feisty, huh? Don't worry, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "You're here to learn too. Step one: lighten up."
Vaggie scowled but stayed silent, shooting a glare at the back of Bee's glowing hair.
Charlie sighed, throwing Vaggie an apologetic glance. "She's... always like this. But she knows what she's doing, I promise."
Bee clapped Charlie on the back with one hand, nearly sending her stumbling forward. "Damn right I do! Stick with me, little niece, and we'll have you embracing your demonic side in no time."
"Great," Vaggie muttered sarcastically under her breath.
As the group moved deeper into the hive, the golden glow of the mansion intensified, the hexagonal patterns on the walls and floors shimmering with an almost otherworldly energy. Charlie glanced nervously at her wings, trying to keep them folded neatly behind her, but they twitched stubbornly in time with the pulsing music.
Bee noticed and leaned in close, her voice low enough that only Charlie could hear. "Lesson two," she said with a wink. "Don't fight the twitch. Let them dance to the rhythm."
Charlie groaned softly but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. "You're impossible."
"And you love me for it," Bee shot back, laughing as she led them toward the heart of the hive.
As the group reached a bustling corner of the hive where the golden glow softened into a cozier amber light, a pair of Hellhounds approached. Both were lean, wolf-like creatures with sharp ears and glowing red eyes, their motions fluid as they padded over to Bee. One gave a low bark, and the other wagged its spikey tail expectantly.
Bee snapped her fingers, her signature grin unfaltering. "Ah, perfect timing, boys! Grab my girls' bags and set them up in the guest suites—top-tier, of course."
The Hellhounds nodded eagerly, their movements efficient as they took the bags, including Charlie's carefully packed single suitcase.
"Thanks," Charlie said softly, glancing at the Hellhounds as they trotted off.
"Don't mention it, kiddo," Bee said, hooking an arm around her shoulders and gesturing to the hive with her other hand. "Now, let's get you into the spirit of things!"
Emily hovered beside them, her silver eyes bright with curiosity as Bee led them further into the hive. The space transformed into an expansive ballroom-like area, complete with an enormous dance floor surrounded by lounge areas. Hellhounds and demons of all shapes and sizes danced, mingled, and indulged at scattered food and drink stations.
Bee snapped her fingers, summoning a tray of golden drinks with swirling, iridescent hues that seemed to shimmer with an internal light. The tray hovered in midair before them, the glasses gently clinking together as if inviting the trio to partake.
"Drink up, ladies!" Bee declared, grabbing one and raising it high. "To embracing the chaos!"
Charlie hesitated before taking a glass, her fingers brushing against the cool, smooth surface. Emily hovered beside her, her silver wings giving a slight flutter as she picked up another glass, curiosity shining in her silver eyes.
"What's in it?" Emily asked cautiously, sniffing at the sparkling liquid.
Bee's grin widened. "Good vibes and great times, baby! It's Beezlejuice—the physical embodiment of all the best feelings. Tastes like whatever you're craving most. Go on, try it!"
Emily hesitated, bringing the glass closer to her lips. She took a small sip, her eyes widening the moment the golden liquid touched her tongue. "This... this is ambrosia!" she gasped, her voice tinged with awe.
Bee's antennae twitched with amusement as she tossed back her own drink. "That's right, sugar! It's got that divine kick with a little Hellborn edge. Perfectly balanced, just like my hive."
Emily took another sip, her silver eyes sparkling with wonder. "I didn't think anything like this could exist in Hell," she admitted, glancing at the glass in her hand as if it were a miracle.
"Welcome to Gluttony, sweetheart," Bee said with a wink. "I've got a knack for making the impossible delicious."
Charlie took a sip of her own drink and smiled happily as it transformed into the taste of her favorite strawberry mojito. "Oh man, I forgot how much I love this stuff.."
Bee laughed, slapping Charlie lightly on the back. "Told ya! Beezlejuice never misses."
Vaggie, still standing stiffly with her arms crossed, waved off the offer of a drink. "We're not here to party," she reminded the group firmly, her magenta eye narrowing slightly.
Bee grinned, her expression unbothered. "Oh, sourdough, you're really going to make me work for it, huh? That's fine—I like a challenge."
"I'm not a challenge," Vaggie muttered, her rigid posture betraying her discomfort.
Bee leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Sure you're not. But if you ever change your mind, there's a glass with your name on it. Beezlejuice doesn't judge."
Charlie hid a smile behind her glass as Vaggie rolled her eye, though the faintest flicker of amusement softened her scowl.
"Now," Bee said, turning her attention back to the hive. "Let's get this party started. But first, I've got a few guests to check on. You three, stay close—I'll be back before you know it."
As Bee moved through the crowd, Emily hovered slightly above the floor, sipping her drink thoughtfully. "I have to admit," she said, "this is impressive. She's... not what I expected."
"She's a lot," Charlie agreed, watching Bee greet her guests with genuine warmth and enthusiasm. "But she's always been like this. She's the life of the party, but she really does care."
Vaggie, her arms still crossed, tilted her head slightly as Bee crouched beside a crestfallen poodlehound at a nearby table, her extra arms resting gently on the surface. Watching Bee encourage the Hellhound, offer her pie, and coax a shy smile from her, Vaggie's expression softened. "I'll give her this," she muttered. "She's got heart."
Charlie smiled faintly, her golden wings twitching lightly. "She always has."
Bee's grin widened as she returned to the trio, brushing imaginary dust off her glowing shorts. "Alright, my little angelic-devilish dream team! Time to stop standing around and start buzzing. Let's make this a night to remember!"
Charlie chuckled, her wings giving a small, involuntary flutter as Bee threw an arm around her shoulders. "I think you've already made it unforgettable, Aunt Bee," she said, shaking her head.
Bee caught Vaggie looking at her with a bit of a surprised expression and smirked knowingly. "See something you like?" she teased, her antennae twitching playfully.
Vaggie rolled her eye but sighed, letting her arms drop to her sides. "Alright," she said grudgingly, glancing at Charlie and Emily. "I'll follow along—for now. But only because you're not as... frivolous as I thought you'd be. And because Charlie swears your worth the time."
Bee gasped, clutching her chest dramatically as though struck by an arrow. "Oh, little sourdough has a heart after all!" she exclaimed. "I knew you'd come around. You're feisty, but I like you."
"Don't push it," Vaggie muttered, though her tone lacked the bite it had earlier.
Bee just laughed, clapping her hands together. "Alright, let's not waste any more time! This is just the beginning."
"You good?" Charlie asked quietly, falling into step beside Vaggie.
Vaggie glanced at her and gave a small, reluctant nod. "Yeah. I just... didn't expect her to be like this. She's not what I thought a Sin would be."
Charlie smiled faintly, brushing a strand of coral hair behind her ear. "She's always been more than just her title," she said. "You'll see. Aunt Bee's got a way of surprising people."
Vaggie sighed again but didn't argue, letting herself be swept along with the others.
The pulsing beat of the music thumped through the hive like a living thing, vibrating in the air and underfoot. Beelzebub led the trio straight into the heart of the dance floor, where Hellhounds and demons of every size and shape moved in rhythm, their collective energy electrifying the room.
Charlie hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the writhing crowd, her wings twitching nervously. Emily floated nearby, her silver glow shimmering faintly in the shifting lights as she swayed unconsciously to the beat. Vaggie stood stiffly at first, arms crossed, her magenta eye scanning the crowd like a hawk.
Bee spun around, her lava lamp hair swishing like molten candy, and grabbed Charlie's hands. "C'mon, niece of mine! You're not here to be a wallflower. Let loose!"
Charlie laughed, her wings giving a small, awkward flutter as she allowed Bee to pull her into the fray. "Alright, alright!" she said, the infectious energy of the moment slowly easing her nerves.
Bee turned her attention to Emily, pointing dramatically at her. "You too, Angelcakes! Time to show these Hellborn how angels get down."
Emily giggled, lowering herself to the ground, her toes skimming the floor. "You're impossible to say no to," she admitted, her silver wings fluttering as she joined in.
"Sour-dough, don't think I don't see you over there. Get your butt in here before I drag you myself!"
Vaggie lingered at the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed. "I'm good right here," she said flatly.
Bee spun toward her with a knowing grin. "Suit yourself, sourdough. But you're missing out."
Charlie grabbed Vaggie's hand, pulling her closer with a playful smile. "C'mon, Vaggie. No one's judging."
Emily chimed in, floating gracefully nearby. "You've stared down Lucifer. Surely dancing isn't scarier than that."
Vaggie sighed, taking a hesitant sip of her drink before stepping forward. "Fine. But if I make a fool of myself, I'm blaming both of you."
Charlie and Emily exchanged triumphant grins as Vaggie joined them, her movements stiff at first but relaxing as the rhythm carried her along.
The music seemed to weave itself into the air, pulling everyone into its hypnotic rhythm. Emily moved with an otherworldly grace, her silver glow shimmering faintly with every fluid motion. She floated just slightly off the ground, her wings folding and unfolding in time with the beat, as though the music itself flowed through her. Hellhounds nearby paused to watch her, their jaws slack in awe, but Emily paid no attention, her focus entirely on the energy of the moment.
Charlie, on the other hand, was all vibrant enthusiasm, her movements wild and carefree. She threw her hands in the air, laughing as she spun and twirled. But her wings, still not entirely under her control, flared awkwardly now and then, throwing off her balance. At one point, she nearly toppled into a nearby group of Hellhounds, catching herself just in time with an embarrassed laugh.
As Charlie danced, her wings twitched erratically, knocking a drink out of a Hellhound's hand. The crowd erupted in laughter, but Charlie's face flushed with embarrassment. She folded her wings tightly against her back, trying to make herself smaller.
Bee appeared at her side in an instant, spinning in time with the music before placing a warm, steadying hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"Kiddo," she said, her voice softer now, layered with an unexpected tenderness, "you don't hide the best parts of yourself just because they're a little unruly."
Charlie glanced at her, startled. "I didn't mean to—"
"Shh," Bee interrupted, raising one finger and twirling gracefully to dodge an oncoming dancer. "First lesson about wings, honey: they've got a mind of their own. Don't fight 'em. Work with 'em."
Bee stepped back, gesturing grandly for Charlie to unfold her wings. "C'mon. Show me what you've got."
Charlie hesitated, glancing nervously at the Hellhounds and demons surrounding her. "What if I mess up again?"
Bee laughed, the sound light and full of mischief. "Mess up? Sweetheart, this whole hive is built on glorious, messy chaos! If you're not knocking over a few drinks, are you even living?" She winked, spinning once more and pointing at Charlie. "Now, let's see those wings fly."
With a deep breath, Charlie let her wings stretch out. The glowing feathers glimmered in the Hive's golden light, catching the attention of everyone nearby. A hush fell over the crowd as they watched, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"That's it," Bee said softly, circling Charlie as she inspected her. "Look at you! All that beauty, all that power. You're a star, baby."
Charlie smiled faintly, her nerves easing. "You really think so?"
"Think?" Bee scoffed, rolling her glowing eyes. "I know so." She tapped one of Charlie's wings lightly, her expression turning thoughtful. "But these babies aren't just for show. They're an extension of you—your power, your feelings, your story. You've got to learn to listen to them."
"Listen to them?" Charlie echoed, tilting her head.
Bee grinned. "Exactly. Like this." She spread her own translucent, iridescent wings and closed her eyes, swaying slightly to the music. Her wings moved in perfect harmony with her body, undulating like molten glass. "Feel the rhythm. Let the energy flow through you. Your wings'll follow."
Charlie watched, mesmerized, before closing her eyes and trying to mimic Bee's movements. She let the music guide her, her wings unfurling fully and swaying gently in time with the beat.
"That's it!" Bee cheered, clapping all four hands. "See? You've got the hang of it already."
Charlie opened her eyes, her golden glow brightening as she laughed. "It feels... easier now."
Bee smirked, her antennae twitching. "That's because you're not fighting them anymore. They're part of you, kiddo. Stop trying to control everything, and you'll find your balance. Now, time to get your Sourdough really dancing!" she teased, tapping Vaggie's glass. "Can't feel the rhythm if you're too uptight to let it in!"
The music shifted to a slower, more sensual beat, and Vaggie's hesitation started to fade. Whether it was the Beezlejuice or Charlie's bright enthusiasm, she let herself lean in closer, her movements growing less rigid.
Charlie, delighted by Vaggie's shift in mood, wrapped an arm around her waist, giggling when Vaggie responded by tugging her closer. "You're getting good at this!" Charlie said, her wings giving an excited flutter.
"Don't push it," Vaggie replied, though her touch lingered on Charlie's hip.
Emily, noticing the change, gave them a knowing smile as she floated in gentle loops around the two. "Guess I'll give you two some space," she teased, her graceful movements carrying her toward another part of the dance floor.
Bee laughed, spinning between them like a whirlwind of light and energy. "Oh, look at this! My sweet niece and her feisty girl finally getting in the groove. Love to see it, babes!"
Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a look, Charlie's cheeks glowing brighter than ever, but neither pulled away.
The hours passed quickly in the hive. The Mood was electric, the thrum of music coursing through the walls as the trio let themselves get swept up in the rhythm. Beezlejuice flowed freely, the golden liquid shimmering as it filled their glasses with whatever drink each of them craved. The taste was addictive, sweet and perfect, and before long, even Vaggie's usual restraint had started to loosen.
Charlie laughed, her golden eyes sparkling as she tried to match the rhythm. Her dancing was enthusiastic but still a little clumsy, her altered center of gravity throwing her off slightly. Every now and then, one of her wings would flap uncooperatively, sending a breeze through the room and earning a cheer from nearby partygoers.
Bee, ever the life of the party, drifted into the air beside Emily, the two of them spinning and twirling above the crowd. Bee's movements were fluid and wild, her lava-lamp tail flicking in time with the music as her voice rang out in laughter. Emily, on the other hand, floated with an ethereal grace, her silver glow casting soft beams of light that added to the dazzling atmosphere.
"You've got the angel thing down," Bee teased Emily, spinning around her midair. "But where's the wild side, huh? Let loose!"
Emily laughed, her golden blush returning as she mimicked one of Bee's more daring spins. "I think I'm getting the hang of it!"
"That's the spirit, angel girl!" Bee cheered, clinking her glass against Emily's before twirling away.
Down on the ground, Vaggie had claimed a spot directly in front of Charlie, her movements slower but no less deliberate. With the Beezlejuice buzzing through her system, her usual guarded demeanor had melted away, replaced by a bold confidence. She danced close to Charlie, her body swaying in time with the music, her hands brushing lightly against Charlie's sides.
"Vaggie?" Charlie asked, a nervous laugh bubbling in her throat as Vaggie moved closer.
"Shh," Vaggie murmured, her voice low and playful as she placed her hands lightly on Charlie's arms. "Stop thinking so much, babe. Just move with me."
Charlie's wings twitched slightly, and she tried to steady herself as Vaggie pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. "You're awfully bold tonight," Charlie teased, her cheeks flushing a warm golden hue.
Vaggie smirked, tilting her head as her fingers slid slowly down Charlie's arms. "Can't I enjoy dancing with my girlfriend?" she asked, her tone dripping with mischief. "Or is that too much for the Princess of Hell to handle?"
Charlie laughed, a nervous edge still clinging to her voice. "Oh, I can handle it," she said, raising an eyebrow. "But this is... not your usual vibe, Vaggie. Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little," Vaggie admitted, her smirk widening as her hands trailed to Charlie's waist. "But mostly, I'm just enjoying myself. And you. You're stunning, Charlie."
Charlie's breath caught as Vaggie leaned in, her words soft but undeniably flirtatious. "You've got me all flustered," Charlie murmured, her wings giving an uncoordinated flutter that drew a laugh from nearby Hellhounds.
"Good," Vaggie replied, her voice low as she stepped even closer, her fingers brushing the small of Charlie's back. "I like you flustered."
Charlie's cheeks glowed brighter as she laughed, her hands instinctively resting on Vaggie's shoulders. "Well, aren't you full of surprises tonight?"
Vaggie's magenta eye gleamed as she tilted her head, her smirk turning softer, almost affectionate. "Maybe I just wanted to remind you how much I adore you," she said, her voice warm and sincere beneath the playful tone.
Charlie melted, her wings folding slightly as she leaned into Vaggie's touch. "Mission accomplished," she said softly, her golden eyes sparkling with affection.
"Am I interrupting something?" Emily's melodic voice teased as she descended gracefully from above, her silver wings folding neatly as her feet touched the ground. Her glow shimmered faintly, catching the golden lights of the hive. A soft smile curved her lips, though a flicker of nervousness danced in her teal eyes.
"Not at all," Vaggie replied smoothly, her magenta eye glinting with mischief. She stepped back just enough to beckon Emily forward, the gesture laced with unmistakable confidence. "You're part of this now too, remember?"
Emily hesitated for half a beat, her blush deepening as Vaggie's hand found its way to her hip. The touch sent a ripple of warmth through her, her silver glow intensifying in response. "Oh," Emily murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vaggie's smirk softened into something warmer as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Emily's. The kiss was brief but electric, leaving Emily momentarily stunned, her wings giving an involuntary flutter as her glow flared brightly.
"I—uh—" Emily stammered, her cheeks now a brilliant golden hue as she covered her face with her hands. "That was—"
"Rude!" Charlie interrupted, her tone half-joking as she crossed her arms dramatically, a playful pout forming on her lips. "I wanted the first kiss! You cheated, Vaggie."
Vaggie chuckled, clearly unrepentant as she stepped back and gestured to Emily. "Go on then," she teased, her smirk returning. "Make it up to her."
Emily peeked between her fingers at Charlie, who stood with her arms still crossed but her golden eyes wide with hopeful expectation. Gathering her courage, Emily dropped her hands and stepped forward, her wings folding tight against her back.
"I'm sorry," Emily said softly, her voice earnest as she reached out to cup Charlie's cheek. "Let me fix that."
Charlie's golden glow brightened in anticipation, and when Emily kissed her—slowly, sweetly—her wings fluttered with joy, a faint shiver running through her. The kiss lingered, a perfect blend of Emily's gentle nature and Charlie's radiant warmth.
When they finally parted, Charlie's pout had vanished, replaced by a wide, dazed grin. "Okay," she said breathlessly. "That was totally worth the wait."
"You're welcome," Emily replied, her own cheeks still flushed as she smiled shyly.
"Well, now I feel left out," Vaggie said dryly, though her tone was laced with affection. She crossed her arms, raising a challenging brow. "Are you two going to keep me waiting?"
Charlie laughed, looping an arm around both of them. "You'll survive," she teased, leaning her head against Emily's. "For now."
The trio moved closer, their shared laughter blending with the music and the golden hum of the hive. Around them, the world buzzed with energy, but within their little circle, everything was quiet, intimate, and perfectly theirs.
The hotel's lobby was oddly serene, a quiet hum settling over the space as the chaos of daily operations churned in the background. Husk leaned against the bar, his wings half-open and his ears twitching faintly at every sound. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat in front of him, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering neon signs from outside.
"Running smoother than I thought," Husk muttered under his breath, watching as a group of minor demons shuffled out through the front doors. He hated to admit it, but things weren't a complete disaster without Charlie. Yet.
From the corner of his eye, he caught movement— that movement, the too-smooth glide of someone who never had to think about where they placed their feet. Husk's feathers bristled as Alastor approached, his ever-present grin stretching impossibly wide.
"Ah, Husk! Holding down the fort admirably, I see!" Alastor's voice crackled with static, his tone dripping with unsettling cheer.
Husk didn't even glance at him. "If by 'admirably,' you mean 'without caring whether this place burns down,' then yeah. Sure. I'm doing great." He tossed back the rest of his drink and slammed the glass onto the counter.
"Now, now," Alastor said, his grin never wavering. "No need to sell yourself short. The hotel remains upright, the staff remain productive, and you remain... well, reasonably sober. All signs of exceptional leadership!"
Husk snorted, glaring at him from the corner of his eye. "Cut the crap. You're the one everyone's listening to, not me. They'd probably run for the hills if I told 'em to clean a toilet."
"Leadership comes in many forms, my dear Husk!" Alastor declared, spinning his cane theatrically. "Some inspire through charm and vision, while others lead by—ah, how shall I put it?—their sheer ability to endure."
"Yeah, that's real inspirational," Husk muttered, pouring himself another drink. "Endurance. Pretty sure that's just a fancy word for 'being stuck here against my will.'"
Alastor leaned in slightly, his grin sharpening. "You could be elsewhere, you know. Back to your charming little vices and endless spiral of self-destruction. But something tells me you choose to stay." His voice dipped, carrying the faintest hint of something darker. "Why is that, I wonder?"
Husk's claws tightened around his glass, but he didn't respond immediately. His tail flicked irritably behind him as he took another long sip. "You've got my soul in a stranglehold, remember? Don't act like I have a choice."
"Ah, but you do!" Alastor chimed, his voice returning to its usual eerie cheerfulness. "You could rebel, shirk your duties, let the hotel collapse in glorious chaos. But instead, here you are, dutifully pouring drinks and glaring at me with all the charm of a soggy cat."
"Maybe I just like watching you do all the work," Husk shot back, his voice flat but edged with faint satisfaction.
Alastor let out a rich, unsettling laugh, his static-laced voice echoing in the empty space. "Touché! But I assure you, dear Husk, my motivations are entirely altruistic." He tapped his cane against the floor, the sharp sound punctuating his words. "I simply wish to ensure the hotel thrives in Charlie's absence. After all..." His grin stretched wider, impossibly so. "...hurting the hotel would hurt Charlie's trust in me. And we can't have that, now can we?"
Husk's ears twitched, his feathers bristling again at the faint undercurrent of menace in Alastor's tone. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"
"I try," Alastor replied with a mock bow.
The silence between them stretched, charged with an unspoken tension. Husk finally broke it with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Look, I don't care what creepy angle you're playing. Just keep this place running. I'm not cleaning up your mess if you screw it up."
Alastor chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming. "Oh, Husk. You wound me. Have I ever left a mess in my wake?"
Husk raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking sharply. "You want a list?"
"Perhaps another time!" Alastor's grin didn't falter as he turned sharply on his heel. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have guests to entertain. Do keep up the admirable work, won't you?"
Husk watched him glide away, his ears flattening as the Radio Demon disappeared around a corner. For a long moment, he stared at his empty glass, the silence of the lobby pressing down on him.
"I hate that guy," Husk muttered, pouring himself another drink. But deep down, he couldn't shake the uneasy truth: Alastor was taking this leadership role seriously. Too seriously. And that was almost more unsettling than his usual theatrics.