A/N: As requested by Insomniac_God, Valentino is in Hell, and everyone tends to forget exactly who created it.

Warnings!: Nothing explicit, but the implications are seriously fucked up. Angel is not okay.

ALL YOUR SOULS ARE BELONG TO US

Charlie was having a good day. Then Angel Dust came back from work, reeking of sex, blood, and sweat. Also tears. And those things killed her good mood instantly.

She didn't hold his job against him. As a matter of fact, under the right circumstances, about once a week, she very much appreciated pornstars and the works that they made. She could appreciate their art, whether hard or soft, fast or slow, rough or gentle. She could get excited over all of that.

What she was not a fan of, was being forced to do something.

And for all the innuendos and skimpy clothes that Angel seemed to have an infinite supply of, she could tell that he was hurting.

There was a difference between a satisfied limp and a pained one. And no matter how hard he tried to disguise the latter as the former, he couldn't fool her eyes.

His boss was a piece of work, too.

Valentino was one of the most well-known Overlords, and was also famous for running most of the porn industry in Hell. He was also known for being incredibly petty, while simultaneously being one of the vilest creatures to ever exist, to the point where even Hitler and Jeffrey Dahmer condemned him.

He had no lines – To him, age didn't matter, gender didn't matter, orientation didn't matter, and consent didn't matter. He took what he wanted, committing horrendous sins which only further solidified his place in Hell.

Her hotel may have been branded with the line "Open for Anyone!", but if Valentino showed up to her doorstep, she was kicking his ass all the way to Imp city and then siccing Alastor on him.

But she allowed Angel to work for him, because it was Angel himself who had signed the contract, and he had never asked for an out. Hopefully, within a few months, she'd be able to work on his mental health to the point where he asked her to be free of Valentino.

But her principles of choice were unceremoniously derailed when Angel came home late one night. Alastor was doing Alastor things, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious were asleep, and she had tuckered Vaggie out.

Charlie herself didn't actually need to sleep, strictly speaking. So, she remained awake, sitting behind the concierge desk and reading a book.

Angel Dust stumbled in, trying very hard and failing to hide what was probably the most painful shuffle she had ever seen. And to make matters worse, he was fully covering himself with an overcoat.

"Angel," Charlie said softly. "What did he do to you?"

"I don't know what you're on about, Toots," He said rudely. "Mind your own damn business."

An average person would have dismissed Angel as an asshole, but Charlie saw the aggressive defensiveness of a wounded animal. He was instinctively lashing out to protect himself against anything that he deemed a threat.

"Take it off, Angel," Charlie said firmly. "Your coat. Take it off."

"The fuck did you say?"

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"Listen, toots, I don't give a-"

"Angel, you are hurt and are bleeding all over my carpet. You are removing your coat and lying down so that I can give you medical attention, or I'm doing it for you."

"There's some things you don't want to see, Princess."

"I'm thrice your age, and I've trained as a nurse on Earth for ten years. There's nothing that I haven't seen."

With a snap of her fingers, Charlie summoned an operating table and a medical cabinet.

"Come on, lie down."

On a normal day, Angel might have resisted. He might have flipped her off and gone to his room to have a few stiff drinks. But today had been double Hell, and he was too tired to resist. Sighing, he dropped his coat, and with a painful groan, rolled onto the table.

Charlie winced as she saw Angel's state, horror crawling up her spine. He was missing entire sections of flesh intermittently from his neck to his feet and it looked like his arms had been poorly attached after being ripped off. His ass and dick had been mauled, and it looked like the sections with missing flesh had been used for…. Occupational purposes.

When you literally could not die, a lot more options became available.

Charlie felt like throwing up, but she steeled herself. Carefully, she laid ice packs on bruises, and began cleaning his wounds.

Her hunch had been right. Angel's wounds were deep, and they contained leftover fluids which required a different sort of cleaning. Despite her revulsion, she continued to work, sealing wound after wound and stitching them closed. Sure, he'd heal either way, but she was not someone who would just ignore his suffering.

It took a few hours, but Charlie finally finished patching Angel up. She allowed her hands to glide across his body, her demonic energy revitalizing his cells.

"This has gone too far."

"Charlie, relax," Angel said, reaching an arm out to ruffle her hair. "I've handled worse."

"No," Charlie said firmly, grabbing his attention. "You're a resident, which makes your wellbeing my responsibility. Tomorrow, we are going to Valentino, and we are terminating your employment at that God-awful place."

"Charlie-"

"No, Angel. He's crossed the line. He's hurt what's mine."

Angel shivered.

For the first time ever, he felt afraid of Charlie.

Angel hadn't gotten much sleep. The prospect of Charlie coming into contact with Valentino was too horrific to leave him alone.

Valentino was a monster. He was ruthless, and he cared for nothing. There was nothing he wouldn't take, from unborn hellborn babies to the dead bodies of Overlords who died in exterminations. The only reason why he didn't go for demon royalty was because he'd get his ass handed to him by even the weakest of them. Not that he hadn't tried discreetly.

As such, he was very worried for Charlie. Sure, she was demon royalty, but she was Charlie. The immortal cinnamon roll stuck in the pit of collective human sin.

But at the same time, he couldn't stop her. All of Hell laughed at her daily and called her names that even the average demon would pick a fight over, let alone the literal Princess of Hell. If all of Hell couldn't stop her, what was he going to do?

So, Charlie marching with him right into Valentino's office was terrifying on so many different levels.

For the past mile or so, Charlie had been flickering between transformations. Her horns kept popping out, her hair was sometimes on fire, and the crimson redness hadn't left her eyes since last night.

And she had a tail. Even Vaggie hadn't known about that transformation.

Which meant that Charlie was more pissed than she had been in the last three years. At least.

The door to the tower shattered under her touch, and she walked through without giving the damage a second glance. She stomped up several flights of stairs to Valentino's office, and with each step, Angel's knees grew weaker and weaker, knowing that he was walking to his doom.

This time, Charlie didn't even raise a hand to open the door; She walked right through it like it wasn't there, causing the door to explode and scattering pieces of burning wood and metal all over Valentino's office.

His bastard of a boss wasn't an Overlord for nothing, and after the initial split-second of surprise, he reacted fast enough to deflect all the projectiles that would've hit him.

"Princesa," Valentino said slimily. "Don't worry about the door; I'll send you the bill. Now, what can I do for you?"

"Anthony's contract," She said, a supernatural pressure enveloping all three of them. "Give it to me."

"Hmm, no," Valentino said. "If that is all, I will ask you to leave."

"No," Charlie retorted. "You will give me Anthony's contract, and then you will never attempt to come into contact with him again."

"Angel is mine," Valentino hissed, his extra set of arms appearing as his wings flared out. "You have nothing to bargain with!"

"I don't need to bargain," She said simply. "Tell me, Valentino, where are we?"

"In my office."

"Which is where?"

"Where- Here, you dumb bitch! In my building, in Hell!"

"And do you know who my father is?"

"Lucifer, that washout? Please, like he'll do anything."

"And who was responsible for the creation of Hell?"

"I'm not playing twenty questions with you. Now get out before I have you feature in my next film!"

"Just so you know, it was my dad. Ergo, he owns this whole place. Hell is his domain.

"He's not in here with you; You lot are in here with him.

"All of Hell is his, and everything in Hell is his. He is an integral part of Hell, and the souls of all sinners are bound to Hell. That is to say he owns everyone.

"Which means I own everyone. Well, my dad owns everyone, and therefore I do. Your actions remain free due to our permission. Do not make me take it away."

"I've heard enough of this," Valentino growled, his drug-infused smoke leaking into the air. In an instant, it formed a leash and chain around Angel's neck, leading to Valentino's hand. "Angel, throw her out or die trying."

Angel moved involuntarily, but Charlie was faster. In an instant, her arm came up, and a leash made of pure golden light emerged from her hand.

And it led straight to Valentino's neck.

For an instant, Angel saw his boss express pure, unadulterated terror.

And then there was rage.

"You fucking bi-"

"Kneel."

Valentino crashed to the ground, unable to stand. Charlie's order had been absolute.

"Hand over the contract, please."

Even now, she was asking. Even with the power to do as she willed, she was still allowing him to perform the action of his own free will.

"Fuck you!"

"Anthony's contract. Hand it over. NOW!"

Charlie yelled the last word, her voice blowing out the windows. And in moments, Angel saw Valentino draw his contract out. Charlie took it and gave it a read, before it turned to ashes.

The smoky leash around his neck dissipated, and for the first time in decades, he felt what it was like to be free.

"Charlie," He said, already tearing up. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

Without saying a word, she gave him a massive bear hug.

A/N: - Our first attempt at a request. Any and all feedback is appreciated!

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