What Once Was

Chapter 40- Ruined Overture

-Charlie POV

I didn't recall falling asleep... or how it had all exactly fallen down, but all I know was that here I was, warm and cozy in my bed.

It was still dark in here, that much I could tell since the curtains covered the window, and not a loud of noise was heard from down the streets. Perhaps there was the occasional frightened or angry scream, the sounds of gunshots, or honks of cars, but that was not out of the ordinary for Hell.

But there was a soft sound I didn't think I had heard before in my room. And from where I laid, I look down to my right side, hearing the soft snores of an unexpected guest. A guest who had made it quite a big deal he saw sleep as a sign of weakness.

With his arms crossed underneath him as to serve him as a pillow, his head was turned to me, and he softly snored with the occasional radio static.

And then did I remember everything that had happened up to this point and it saddened me for a bit. Though he was physically here, he was mentally with her.

And why does that saddened me? Why do I, in a sense feel betrayed? Why do I... believe he was mine alone? I let out a soft sigh, I was indeed pathetic to think that the Radio Demon would care for me so, and dot on me ever so much with upmost care.

In the end it was a relationship of business and yet I supposed it amused me more that I wanted to be more to him.

I tried shaking my head, as if by doing so I would rip these obscene thoughts of mine away, except I couldn't move my head. My eyes widened in horror as I tried to shake my head but failed, and the only thing or rather things I could move were my eyes. I looked around, hoping it was all just a weird dream, and that I would wake up any moment now.

But I knew I was under sleep paralysis, something Vaggie mentioned having when she got here. From her stories she told me it was a horrible sensation as she felt like no one could help her, or know what she was going through. And I suppose it was harder for her as she had lost her eye before; I couldn't imagine poor her feeling the darkness want to consume her and every other wretched thing her mind would create.

I tried calming down my breathing and not letting my imagination get the best of me; I knew that if I looked at something I would hallucinate things such as my vanity turning into this gruesome creature. But I knew it was impossible for monsters to exist.. I mean we were in Hell and not everyone looks exactly decent...

But also because I, daughter of Lucifer, the cruel almighty being was the most horrible and creepy creature to exist... when that was far from the truth. Dad isn't cruel, he's very sweet and caring, after all that's how I remembered him as a child.

I tried to think back to my memories as a kid, or the dates I had with Vaggie. Happy memories that didn't have any creepy aspects. Nothing could go wrong, specially if I closed my eyes and took in some deep breaths.

And then the door creaked open. Slowly, but loud enough to be heard.

I shut my eyes closed tighter and didn't dare to take a peep. But what if it was Vaggie? What if she got the wrong idea? And it's not I could exactly talk in this moment. And Alastor didn't seem to budge at the noise.. was he perhaps a heavy sleeper? Maybe so considering he didn't sleep a lot as a human. Perhaps it was Niffty doing some cleaning, perhaps it already was time to get up... no she would've knocked.

The door stopped creaking and the sound of two footsteps- clearly heels- seemed to have stepped in the room, stand awhile, and shut the door close slowly, the freaking noise once again fading, only the click of the knob letting us know they were in here.

It couldn't have been neither Vaggie or Niffty.

The person walked towards us, slowly, and I shut my eyes closer, but I tried to relax as I wasn't going to let the person know I was awake.