A/N: We are proud to present the largest amalgamation of one-shots solely dedicated to Valentino getting his ass kicked. And if you couldn't already tell, we're going to be here for a while.

On today's menu: Violence! You have been warned!

1: VIOLENCE IS NOT THE SOLUTION; IT IS A QUESTION, AND THE ANSWER IS YES!

Charlie was not having a good day.

The trust exercises in the morning had been an absolute nightmare: Angel had left a few guns lying around, which the Egg Bois had found, and now they needed to repair that damn wall. Again. Then, Niffty had fallen into Husk's barrel of concentrated alcohol, leaving the small maid to run around the hotel, high as a kite and crying. Alastor was deliberately unhelpful, egging the others on to add to the chaos.

Then, Angel Dust had been called in to work. Now, Charlie might have been naïve, but she wasn't that naïve. This was hell, where the worst of humanity was gathered. She knew what being a pornstar entailed when dying was impossible, as was disobedience. Angel would have to do anything that Valentino demanded of him, regardless of his unwillingness to do so. Every time Angel visited the studio, he always came back worse for the wear, and she could see that it was really affecting his progress. It was clear: The studio was bad for Angel's health.

Which is why she had decided to tag along. She was the princess, so surely, thigs would go better with her there.

They hadn't.

Upon meeting her, Valentino licked her arm, his saliva oozing with pheromones and drugs. Her constitution instantly burned up anything that got into her system, but there were billions of sinners who just could not resist something like that. And having someone sign a contract while drugged out of their minds…

Charlie found that she really didn't like Valentino.

Setting fire to the studio was admittedly, partially her fault, but if Valentino didn't want his set catching on fire, he wouldn't leave so many fire hazards lying around.

What came next was worse. She could hear Valentino beating Angel and threatening him with several unspeakable acts. She had been ready to grab his neck and give him a piece of her mind, when the final straw fell into place.

Angel himself, was stopping her from teaching his horrid boss a lesson.

And the moth bastard was smirking.

He knew. He knew that Angel wouldn't stand up to him. He knew that Angel was so afraid of him that he wouldn't question him for a second. He knew that he'd stop her out of fear of the consequences, which he would follow through with.

Something within Charlie snapped.

"Angel," She said, placing both her hands on his shoulders and forcibly moving him to the side. "I appreciate your concerns. But your contract with Valentino ends today."

"Oh please," Valentino scoffed. "Angel, throw her out; That's an order."

The chains of red smoke appeared in his hands, leading to a collar around Angel's neck.

"Break the contract," Charlie said, glaring at Valentino. "Break the contract; That is an order from your princess."

"I don't think you understand, princesa. Angel Dust is mine. He's my precious little star, and I'm not going to give a pompous little bitch like you anything. So shut your little whore mouth and get out, unless you want to star in my next production!"

"And I don't think you understand," Charlie growled, her horns emerging as her eyes turned completely blood-red. "I wasn't asking."

Before Valentino could even process what was happening, his nose felt blinding pain, and he was lying against a wall.

"What just happened?" He asked, trying to make sense of his rapid relocation.

"What's about to happen again if you don't break Angel's contract," Valentino looked up to see Charlie walking towards him with long strides, her hands curled into claws and flames dancing in her hair. She came to a stop five feet away from him. "Now, break the contract."

"It seems that your father failed to educate you," Valentino growled, wiping his own blood off his face as he stood up. "So, I will have to teach you what happens if you get in my way!"

With a flap of his wings, clouds of every drug, poison, aphrodisiac, and pheromone that he had access to were sent forward, converging on Charlie. But Charlie was running hot, and her body digested everything that she inhaled within seconds. A few licks of fire leapt from her mouth, burning away any of the poisons that lingered in the air.

Valentino screeched, his form morphing. He sprouted an extra pair of arms, he grew taller, and his wings were fully unfurled. From within his coat, he pulled out two holy pistols and fired.

Charlie batted the projectiles out of the air like she was swatting a fly, and then dashed forward to bury her fist in his gut, nearly folding him in half. Both guns fell from his extra hands.

"You like how that feels?" Charlie whispered into his ear as he grabbed onto her shoulders for support. "Break the contract, or I will beat you to within an inch of your afterlife."

"Die, you bitch!" He screamed, throwing her across the room. "I'll have you strapped down and fucked until you're torn apart!"

The wall cracked where Charlie hit it, but she herself wasn't harmed. Valentino made a mad dash at her, but she bitch-slapped him into the bed where Angel had been performing minutes ago. He growled in anger upon realizing that his mouth was bleeding, but there was no time to do much else, as Charlie dropkicked him in the back with such force that he was blasted through the specially reinforced floor, and through every other floor until he hit the bottom of the deepest basement in the building.

His ribcage was shattered, his legs had rebar impaling them, his wings were almost burned off, and he was missing three arms, and shards of glass and furniture punctured the entire front of his body. The last time he had been in this state…..

He couldn't remember when he had ever been in such a state. No one had ever inflicted so much damage upon him. Rage overwhelmed the pain, and his body began regenerating.

A solid impact behind him made a very real spike of fear crawl up his spine. He whirled around to see Charlie slowly advancing upon him, and he felt his rage ebbing away, quickly being replaced by fear.

He made to punch her with his remaining arm, but it shattered upon contact with her skin. She grabbed him by the throat and pulled him down to her level. He did not waste the opportunity, and immediately spat gallons upon gallons of concentrated liquid drugs right in her face.

"She might be immune to the gas, but let's see her handle this!" Valentino thought.

The drug-vomit ended, leaving behind a soaked Charlie. She shook her head, scattering drops of chemicals everywhere.

And then she lit herself on fire.

All the drugs were instantly burned away, leaving behind a dry and furious Princess of Hell. The hand around Valentino's throat began heating up, burning his fur.

"I was going to give you a chance to break the contract now," Charlie growled, her voice deeper and more unnatural. "But I think I'll play with you for a bit. The Hotel doesn't have the budget for a punching bag, and I've got some stress I need to work through."

For the next five minutes, Valentino could only scream as Charlie broke every bone in his body with just her fists. Sometimes, her fists lit themselves on fire, even burning his internal organs.

"Break the contract!" Charlie roared in his face. "Do it, now!"

She allowed her power to flow into him, setting his nerve endings on fire.

"I won't stop until you do it!"

The magical contract appeared in between them, and promptly caught fire. The chain of smoke momentarily appeared, and then shattered completely.

"Good," Charlie hissed, her eyes retuning to normal. "Now, we just have one small problem."

Valentino's eyes widened in terror as she leaned in closer and closer until her mouth was right next to his ear.

"I lied."

The next punch liquefied his stomach, the shockwave cracking the building. The second punch annihilated his chest, leaving only his head behind. The building shook, the damage to the foundations now severe enough to cause it to collapse.

"I'd crush your head," Charlie said, dropping out of her demon form entirely. "But you'll suffer more by having the building crush you instead."

She took a few steps back and jumped, shooting through the hole, all the way to the studio.

"Come on, Angel!" She cried, scooping the spider demon into a princess carry. "You're free!"

The window shattered as Charlie charged right into it, jumping out just as the building crumbled into a pile of rubble.

She landed on the roof of another building, Angel still in her arms.

"Well, Angel, are you free to do some trust exercises now?"

Angel had no words as he just hugged her with all six arms.

A/N: One down, one-hundred to go.

So, how did we do? Any ideas or suggestions?

Impatient? Chapter 20 is out on AO3.

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