The Morningstar Prince (Hazbin Hotel)

Hello Rosie

Many, many years ago...

Samael ran his fingers through his silky blonde hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his eyes trailing across the many, many papers in front of him, looking towards the clock on his desk as he suppressed a groan. He had been here for nearly 2 hours already and he had barely made a dent in his paperwork.

Shaking his head, he knew sobbing about it wouldn't get him anywhere, so he got back to work, his head on his palm as his opposite wrist flicked across the desk, eyes moving faster than humanly possible as he quickly ran through more papers. Sure he could complain about all of his work, it sucked, but if his dad could do this for years then so could he. He hoped at least.

Thus he proceeded to work to the best of his abilities for nearly another hour or so, having lost track of time a while ago, zoning in so much that he never even heard the slight creak of his door, or the soft tap of dress shoes against the floor.

Charlie Morningstar, his sister and princess of hell tentatively watched him over the giant stack of papers, unintentionally creeping up on her brother. In her hand a small plastic container, bits of steam pressing up against its roof, mist accompanying it. Stepping closer she softly said, "Sammy?"

Samael froze for a moment, his head raising up like that of a grazing cow, his eyes a hazy purple, dark shadows resting underneath. He attempted to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes as he softly spoke, offering her a tired smile "Oh, Charlie. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you,"

Rubbing the back of his head awkwardly he hadn't even noticed the plastic container in her hands, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Charlie offered her brother a smile, "Well I figured you hadn't left your office all day, sooooooo, I wanted to bring you food." Holding up the container towards him Samael smiled.

"Ah, thank you Charlie. That's very sweet of you." Gently taking it from her hands he put it on his desk. However instead of immediately digging in he just set it to the side, getting right back to work. Albeit at a slower pace as he kept mind of Charlie's presence in his room.

Charlie walked around the office, looking over the very few bits of memorabilia and personality he had up, "Well it was the least I could do, don't need you going on a hunger strike!" she awkwardly tried to chuckle. Her eyes darted towards her brother who didn't seem to register the lame attempt at comedy.

A sigh leaving her lips, her brow folding as she tried to think of something to say. It had been like this with her brother for a while now. He never got out anymore unless it was something to do with media or galas, he didn't hang out with her a lot anymore, didn't even laugh much. He was just always working.

Though Charlie did think the reason he didn't hang out with her wasn't just because of his work, but also because of-

"How's mother?"

Charlie swallowed, her nerves growing slightly as she tentatively fiddled with the fabric of her suit, "She's doing good, uhm, yeah she's good."

She watched as Samael's jaw set, his eyes holding hidden emotion before he wiped the slate clean. Returning to how he was just moments before as he said, "That's good, I'm glad to hear that."

Charlie scrunched her lips, shaking her head lightly she tapped her cheeks quickly with the tips of her fingers, she was here to check on Sam! Not to get distracted by their parents. Turning around, Charlie placed her hands behind her back, "What are you working on?"

"Paperwork for a new business sector in Pride," Samael mindlessly said, snapping his fingers as he teleported a stack of papers seemingly off to nowhere, but more than likely they just appeared on someone else's desk.