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We were all currently sitting around the table.

Kinda an odd way to officially start my story, huh. Gives you a feeling of 'The Knights and the Roundtable.'

Well, that's just how it'll go here.

No, clichés will not be present.

No, the MC will not fall madly in love with the romantic interest like its 'love at first sight',, nor vice versa. It will be slow, and timely.

This isn't a fairytale, after all.

What you may think is love, is merely obsession over certain feelings that the person might not quite understand.

Things may be graphic, gruesome, or triggering.

This isn't a dream. It's a disgusting reality.

We were all currently sitting around the table. And by all, I mean Charlie, Vaggie, Angel and myself.

Charlie was currently discussing the plan, once again, for when she would go on the news and 'try' to promote the Happy Hotel. She's had this grand idea to try and rehabilitate sinners so Hell isn't so crowded.

Only, there's one problem. Or two.

Problem number one is, no one truly believes in the cause, so there are no customers. Which, is a bit of a problem, considering you need sinners for the rehabilitation to happen.

Problem number two....well, we are practically the laughing stocks of Pentagram City, no thanks to Charlie's happy go-lucky attitude. So honestly, even if someone did believe in the cause, they wouldn't come here because of how lowly of a reputation we have. The amount of rumors that fly around like ratbirds was dangerously high, afterall.

The only guest we have gotten is Angel Dust, and well, you could say that we literally 'picked him off the streets'.

Do what? What was that? Oh.

You want to know why I'm here then. Huh?

Well, it's kinda hard to explain....and I won't be going into detail. No time for that, so ill put it lightly.

I was basically adopted into the Magne (or Morningstar, as some are familiar with) family due to unforseen reasons, and became a bit of a personal bodyguard for Charlie. Lucifer tasked me to watch out for her during this...project of hers.

Sometimes it feels like I'm taking care of toddlers.

I groaned for what felt like the thirtieth time, when really it had only been like the fourth. "Charlie, for the sake of Lucifer's dignity, don't sing..we already have enough problems with promoting this dump." I rubbed my eyed tiredly. It was too early for this shit.

She threw her hands up exasperated before sitting back down abruptly and crossing her arms with a pout, the chair almost falling backwards as she did so, but Vaggie caught the back of it before it tilted too far.