(Discontinued) His Forbidden Fruit (Radioapple || Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter Fourteen

   Charlie entered a victorian-style emporium, decorated with pink wallpaper and a skull pattern lining the top of the walls. The red stained glass windows accented the rose-pink drapes that fell over them, making the atmosphere of the place feel quaint.

   The owner of the emporium glanced at the door when the overhead bells chimed, having to do a double take when the demon in question looked much brighter than the rest of the grayscale cannibals that resided there. Rosie's grin widened when she recognized Charlie and immediately got up to greet her.

   "Oh my Satan! Charlie?! It's been ages!" She exclaimed, grabbing the Princess and bringing her in for a bone crushing hug. Charlie grinned and hugged her tightly in return. "Where's Alastor?"

   The Princess laughed nervously. "That's actually why I'm here," she started, scratching the back of her head. "Alastor and my dad had an argument, and now they won't speak to each other."

   Rosie sighed softly, nodding her head like she expected such a thing to occur. "I figured something like this would happen. Come, follow me, darling." The Cannibal Overlord led the Princess over to the same tea table she and Alastor had their previous conversation regarding the King of Hell.

   Charlie took a seat across from Rosie, resting her arms on the table. "Do you have any ideas on how to help them talk to each other? It's mainly Alastor that keeps leaving the room whenever my dad shows up, and I don't really know if he would open up to me. He doesn't really seem like the emotional type," she frowned.

   "Before I can answer that, do you have any clue as to what exactly happened between him and Lucifer? I've gotten most of my information from Alastor, and you and I both know he holds more secrets than not." Rosie inquired, taking a sip of her tea as she awaited Charlie's response.

   The Princess sighed. "Yeah; I took my dad to go out somewhere to eat last night and he got drunk and started venting about Alastor," she started, waving her hands in the air. "Apparently Alastor told him that getting close to him was a mistake, and they had already started holding hands and things like that– although, I don't know how many times. They did once on the ferris wheel at Dad's theme park! And, also, my dad told me he loves him! He told me not to tell anyone, but I trust you, so... yeah." The Princess gasped for air after her rant.

   Rosie's jaw went slack. "...Wow. He really did leave out a lot." She mumbled to herself, narrowing her eyes in thought as she poked at her chin. "Go back a little— they held hands?" She asked, seemingly in disbelief. Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that was my reaction too!" She exclaimed, gesturing to herself.

   Rosie knew that Alastor was probably having a difficult time dealing with his emotions and his reputation, but she wouldn't have guessed that he had actually held hands with the King. "This definitely makes things more complicated. How recent was their argument?"

   Charlie stroked her chin. "I think it was... two weeks ago. Wow, it's been a little while..." she trailed off, frowning at the table. "What made you wait two weeks to come see me? Obviously something must have happened." Rosie prodded.

   "Well, I didn't know all the details about what happened, and I didn't want to be nosy since it seemed to be tense between them. But, after Dad and I got home from dinner last night, I saw my friend Angel Dust passed out on the floor and rushed over to help him. Husk and I took him to his room and made sure he was okay, and when I went back down to the lobby, I saw Dad and Alastor on the floor passed out and hugging each other." She explained, biting her lip.

   "Oh, my," Rosie exclaimed, setting her tea down. "It sounds like these two are hiding their feelings for each other... Well, at least Alastor is. What do you think we should do?"