Looking Through the Glass

Chapter 2

Charlie didn't seem to like any of the ideas she was coming up with for the posters or flyers. She sank back into her chair and sighed. Nothing has felt right since the extermination. It was her fault that Sir Pentious had died and Charlie didn't even know if the snake demon got redeemed. It was her fault that she couldn't get Heaven to work together and that she couldn't get sinners to come to her hotel. Maybe everyone is right this whole thing is tacky and stupid. I can't even prove that this hotel even works and in another six months there will be another extermination and even more souls will die. It's all my fault I couldn't get Heaven to see what I'm trying to do. Now, Dad is on my side but what if I can't prove this will work and he leaves again? Mom isn't answering any of my calls and Dad I just got him back and what if this makes him want to leave? I get it I'm such a failure! I couldn't even protect my friends from Adam and his stupid army. I get to be the laughingstock of Hell all over again. I know Dad said we should have another interview but the last one I went on didn't exactly end well last time. What do I even tell people? Oh comes to this tacky hotel where you most likely are not going to be redeemed because I don't have any real evidence that this actually works or not. That's going to get sinners to come here. Maybe everyone was right, maybe Dad was right all those years ago that I shouldn't have left the Palace. He was different now, right? Charlie what are you even thinking of course he supports you he wouldn't be staying here at this hotel and making everyone breakfast if he didn't care.

The princess's thoughts race through her head as she scribbles something on a piece of paper. Looking at the design she immediately hated it and tossed it this was probably the tenth drawing she scrapped in the last hour and Charlie was over it. This was going to be a lot harder than she told herself it was going to be. When Charlie put her head down on her wooden desk there was a knock at the door, she immediately shot up.

"Yes, you can come in," Charlie said as Vaggie and Lucifer walked into her office. Charlie didn't look up from her desk as she was working on another flyer.

"Hey, hun how is the drawing the posters going?" Vaggie asked she glanced at the small trash can in the office noticing it was full. Vaggie took a sit next to her girlfriend to see what she was working on.

"It's going fine. Just trying to make it perfect. Make it to where people want to come here and get redeemed." Charlie said defeatly. Lucifer stayed quiet during this conversation as he watched his daughter and her girlfriend. He took a sit in one of the chairs. Looking over at all of the ideas Charlie has come up with. She was always so creative ever since she was a child thought to himself.

"Charlie, it doesn't have to be perfect, just enough to get the message across," Vaggie said as she comforted her girlfriend. This didn't sit well with the princess of hell. If it wasn't perfect how were they going to get anyone to come to their hotel? Charlie knew her partner was just trying to make her feel better but nothing was working.

"Vaggie, it has to be. I want people to come here. If I can't get them to come here, then what am I supposed to do." Charlie said still looking down at her sketch-out work. It wasn't as bad as Charlie thought.

"Charlie, you are doing your best. Someone will come around and want to be redeemed this is going to take some time." Vaggie tried to reassure her. It seems that all of Vaggie's attempts were only making it worse for Charlie.

"What if my best isn't good enough? Look what happened to Sir Pentious! We still don't even know if he was redeemed he was probably the void by now..." Charlie said as she held herself. Vaggie put a hand on her shoulder but Charlie shrugged it off. Lucifer took notice of this, the entire time he had been staying here he hadn't seen his daughter once deny any form of comfort or affection from the fallen angel. Lucifer decided it was his time to step in and make things better. He had to get her mind off of this.