In Charlies Room...
Charlie and Alastor were watching tv, the princess having thrown herself out over him with no regards whatsoever. Her legs were thrown over his lap, back propped up against a mount of pillows on the left of Alastor, nervously running her razor sharp nails through her golden blond hair. "Hey Al..." Charlie nervously said gaining Alastor's attention. He was resting to the right of her, a glass of red wine in one hand while the other slowly trailed up and down her bare legs. The deer demon was so tuned in to the tv he nearly missed her dainty voice calling for him.
"Hm?" He motioned, turning his head towards her. Charlie lifted herself up from her mound and sat criss cross next to him, fumbling with her hands anxiously in her lap.
"I-I know you'll probably say no but, m-my father is throwing a party in a few days and I was wondering if you wanted to- to go with me?"
Alastor's ears shot up and his eyes grew wide. 'She wants to bring me to see her family so soon?' But he couldn't recline her offer. He was hers, after all. While he didn't like attending these sort of things, Charlie was forced too and needed someone to go with. Plus, the thought of her dancing with someone else made him so beyond angry, he couldn't even begin to comprehend it. Charlie was his and only his- if anyone tried to break them apart they would pay.
The thought swirled through his mind, what would her family think? Due to the fact of him and Lucifer having problems in the past, none of his relatives or friends would like Alastor. And while he never had to care, now he had to at least have some consideration. Charlie was worth so much more than a few petty stares or whispers.
So with a sigh and tired smile, Alastor nodded his head and told her, "I would love to go with you Charlie Magne." Charlie smiled and leaned over, hugging her lover tight. They locked into a hug position with Alastor's head on her shoulder, her own tired body slumped across his chest. The hellspawn had often issues with sleeping, unrealistic thoughts and worries playing on constant repeat through her mind that would keep her up into the early hours of the morning- drenched with sweat or tears.
Alastor knew about her problem however. He was the only one that did, and later admitted he did the same thing. He would roam his empty house for hours on end, thinking about life. Muttering to himself, messing with anything he could find in attempt to sooth his thoughts. But it never worked.
Charlie soon dozed off, starting to drool on Alastor's slowly rising chest. He didn't mind. As long as he wasn't wearing his suit he never minded what happened to his clothes. Right now all he was wearing was a red button down shirt rolled up to his elbows with black slacks, and black socks. He let her sleep, rubbing her back in slow gentle motions while watching the giant tv across from her bed.
The Angels had slowly stopped falling from the sky, but the screaming hadn't. Red light was pouring through the windows shining onto the demonic pair- the occasional Angel flying back upwards to Heaven because they finally completed their duties. 4:00 eventually rolled around, after about two hours of napping Charlie woke up to find Alastor staring down at her with half lidded eyes and a soft smile spread across his face.
"Sleep well?" He asked her without the radio static. Charlie felt her insides melt, a red blush spreading across her already rosy cheeks.
"Very," Charlie said. She pushed herself upwards and locked him into a kiss, eyes shut. He kissed back, running his hands through her silky head of hair. Once they separated Charlie rolled off of him and walked to the balcony doors, staring out onto the city. Alastor followed her and joined her side, following her gaze.
"Its beautiful, isn't it," Alastor said with hands tied behind his back. A sudden boom came from Charlies door, making both of them snap their heads almost a complete 180 degrees towards the door with a worried expression upon the princesses face. Alastor however never lost his smile. "Ill answer it dear~" he said while walking towards the door. Charlie had her hand reached out towards him as if she were to say something, but quickly retracted it and remained staring at the door with bright eyes. Alastor unlocked the door and swung it open, revealing a very bored Angel Dust sucking on a popsicle, hands placed on his hips while his eyes looked Alastor up and down. His mouth dropped and the popsicle fell from his mouth.
"Holy shit! Did you and Charlie-" Angel couldn't even finish his sentence before Alastor a finger to his lips and waved it back and forth, shaking his own head in dismay.
"Ah ah ah Angel, saying things like that could get you into trouble! We don't want to go around spreading rumors now would we?" Alastor asked Angel with a smirk, finger still pressed up against Angels mouth.
"Mmm Mmm..." The spider demon replied, rather surprised Alastor didn't try to snap his neck right there and then.
"Very good! Now, what do you want?" Alastor asked Angel finally removing his hand, brushing it off on his shirt and leaning against the door frame. Charlie walked over and joined him.
"Nothing much, just Vag and me are bored out of our minds. What've you two been up too?"
"I took a well deserved nap, Alastor watched a movie, we're pretty bored too," Charlie answered, now leaning herself on the other side of the door frame. Alastor wasn't necessarily bored, just spending time with her was enough for him. But he didn't say anything, just glanced over at her and back to Angel. There was actually so many other things he could/should be doing, yet he put that all to the side just for Charlie.
"Hm. I would say lets go to the bar but Vaggie's refusing to leave the hotel-"
"Angel, how many times do I have to say it? We're not leaving this place until tomorrow," Charlie said cutting him off. Angel rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Whatever. We could just go to the bar downstairs since your royal ass won't let us have any fun." Alastor was the one rolling his eyes now, with arms crossed and a smirk spread across his grey face.
"Dear- I do believe Charlie is right. How about you go on downstairs and we'll be there in a moment!" Alastor told Angel, speaking to him as if he were a child.
He groaned and walked to Vaggie's room, not even knocking before bursting his way through to find a hyper moth demon on the other side of the room, pacing back and forth from side to side. "Whats your deal?"
"I- I don't know. I just wanna get out of here already," Vaggie said while rubbing her temples. "Well lets go downstairs, and figure out something to do. Pimp said him and Charlie would be down there in a second." Vaggie agreed and walked to his side, Angel wrapping his arm around her waist and walking down the hallway to the elevator, and to the tables in the lobby. Charlie went to the bathroom to clean herself up, Alastor messed with his staff, but they eventually made their way down there as well.
The lobby was fairly up to date now. White marble floors, white lights, and the occasional white couch with red pillows scattered everywhere. Tall glass doors, white and wooden tables. The kitchen had silver appliances and metal counters, but homey touches still made everything better. Charlie later told Alastor the bar creeped her out, so he made it more modern and stylish just for her. If it weren't for him- the entire hotel would still be a train wreck.
In the Lobby...
CHARLIES POV:
I was so happy everyone was together. Today out of all days! It's already been better than I thought, with Alastor being there for me. But today was still one of the worst, of course. The thought of thousands being slaughtered for nothing pained my heart, made me feel as if it were my fault in a way. There had to be something I could do, something. Even thought my father and many others had tried, we never made any progress, soon giving up. Maybe Alastor could do something about it? I doubted that though, if my father couldn't then I was certain no one could.
"Uno! Eat my ass bitches!" Angel screamed at all of us as he slammed down his card on the floor. We had sort of made a makeshift fort, blankets and pillows everywhere with the occasional cup of coffee. Sort of random, but no one cared. I was laying on my stomach on top of a fuzzy pink blanket and a white pillow, Alastor right next to me criss crossed with a red pillow tucked neatly away underneath him. He stared at the cards, then up at Angel with a mischievous smile.
"Hm. Hate to break it to you my good man but that's not going to happen!" And with that he placed a +4 on top of Angels card and smirked, I couldn't help but laugh. Vaggie slapped her hand over her mouth to attempt containing her laughter, and Angel nearly lost it. He screamed, gripping his hair; nearly ripping it out of his head. We'd been playing for a while- it was finally going to be over but NOPE. Eventually, he calmed down and continued. I couldn't help notice how happy Alastor looked. A small smile was rested on his face, breathing slowed, and half lidded eyes as he watched all of us. I guess he caught me staring- but instead of embarrassing me he simply waved my hand in front of my face and widened his smile, turning back to the game. It snapped me out of it for sure, but man was I lucky.
We played for a while, dinner eventually rolled around but we all just made ourselves food. I had a salad, Alastor wasn't hungry, and Angel had a pizza with Vaggie. The occasional scream came from outside every now and then, but it finally died down! The last thing I wanted was to go outside though. Theres no telling how gory it is. But I knew I had to do it at some point, so I might as well get it over with. After we finished I got up and walked to the doors, taking a deep breath before grabbing the black bar handles and slightly peeking the door open, only to find the most horrid sight ever.
-GORE WARNING-
There was scattered body parts, blood, and some things I had never even seen before laid out all over the street and side walk. In front of the hotel, It was usually pretty calm and clean. It was just a simple street, and on the other side there was a side walk and a three story shopping strip that was usually packed with people. On the other side of the shopping strip was a clear view of the city, lined with massive buildings and sky scrappers so high you couldn't see the tops. But today, no one was out. If you didn't count the dead bodies.
Smell wavered into the hotel making me and Alastor, who was right behind me, gag. He winced and held his fingers to his noes, I slapped a hand over my face to try and stop me from crying. "Darling, this might not be a good idea- might we go back inside?" Alastor asked me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I refused. No words came from my mouth when I tried to speak; only gasps. I tried so hard to say something but its like my brain wouldn't let me. He let go of me and let me walk outside, standing in front of the mess on the street, yet never left my side. Dead demons laid sprawled out in every direction possible, bones sticking out from their mauled flesh and spears stabbed into their heads. I couldn't even make out their faces it was so bad. Falling, Alastor wrapped his arms under neath mine and stopped me from hitting the ground before pulling me upwards into his chest. That was the last thing I remembered.
Later...
NARRATORS POV
Charlie had finally come back to, slowly rising up from her bed and rubbing her eyes. Alastor was sitting in a chair to the left of the bed with legs crossed while reading a book. He noticed Charlie waking up and set the book down on her white night stand, unwrapping his legs. "What- why am I in my room?" She asked Alastor, slowly massaging her head.
"I believe you passed out my dear. We went to take a look at the mess outside and you just couldn't handle it! So after you lost it I took you back up here."
"Huh. Thanks Al, thats very sweet of you. I guess it's pretty bad out there... heh." Alastor nodded in agreement before standing up, putting the chair back, and sitting next to Charlie on the bed. It was dark outside now, around 9:00, barely any light peeking through the windows.
"Well I think I shall head on home, will you be alright?" Alastor asked Charlie while rubbing her leg. She sighed and gave him a reluctant smile, she didn't really want him to leave.
"Ill be fine. But I'm sick of you having to leave every day," she told him. The Radio demon smirked and tilted his head to the side.
"We can talk about that tomorrow, dear. Sleep well."
Art Creds: VivziePop on Youtube, al.5304.mu on Instagram
(Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Im honestly trying to write what I wanted to see in other Charlastor stories, and its doin alright. You can expect more chapter soon, sorry for the weird upload schedule! I've been very busy. Love you all~ Akiione.)