Phantom's Performance

Chapter 3

Charlie's Pov

The dim light of my office flickered as I paced back and forth, thoughts swirling in my mind. The noise from the hotel lobby, a blend of laughter and chaos, provided a familiar background hum. I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with a touch of anxiety. Today, I was going to see my sister, Y/n.

"Charlie, you need to relax," Vaggie's voice broke through my thoughts, her tone gentle yet firm. She sat on the edge of my desk, arms crossed, watching me with concern.

"I know, Vaggie," I replied, running a hand through my hair. "It's just... Y/n is so different from me. I don't know how she'll react to my plans for the hotel and redemption."

Vaggie gave me a reassuring smile. "She cares about you, Charlie. She might not show it the way you do, but she does."

I sighed, nodding. "I hope you're right."

Just then, the door creaked open, and Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, sauntered in with his usual eerie grin. "Ah, my dear Charlie! Plotting another adventure, are we?"

I rolled my eyes, though a small smile tugged at my lips. "Alastor, we're not plotting. I'm going to see my sister, Y/n."

Alastor's grin widened if that was even possible. "Ah, the other Morningstar sister. It was a delightfully dangerous encounter, I presume. I must insist on accompanying you."

Vaggie frowned, crossing her arms tighter. "Why, Alastor? This is a family matter."

Alastor chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Ah, but you forgot, my dear Vaggie. As Charlie's business partner in this little venture of redemption, I am obligated to be involved in all significant meetings and encounters. Besides, it would be... entertaining."

I glanced between Vaggie and Alastor, feeling the tension in the room rise. Vaggie was fiercely protective of me, and Alastor... well, he was Alastor.

"Fine," I said, raising a hand to placate Vaggie before she could argue. "Alastor can come, but please, no theatrics."

Alastor bowed mockingly. "You have my word, dear Charlie. I'll be on my best behavior."

Vaggie sighed, shaking her head. "I hope you know what you're doing, Charlie."

I gave her a reassuring smile. "It's going to be okay. We'll handle it together."

With the plan set, we prepared to leave the hotel. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Y/n and I had always been on different paths, but deep down, she was still my sister. Maybe, just maybe, we could find common ground in our shared desire to make Hell a better place.

As we made our way to the Morningstar Citadel, the familiar sights of Hell's chaotic streets passed by in a blur. Alastor hummed a cheerful tune, completely at ease, while Vaggie kept a watchful eye on our surroundings.

Finally, we arrived at the imposing gates of the citadel. The towering structure loomed above us, a stark reminder of our family's legacy and the power that came with it.

"Ready?" Vaggie asked, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

I nodded, taking a deep breath. "Ready."

As we stepped through the gates, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe this meeting would be the start of something new, a chance for Y/n and me to bridge the gap between our worlds and work together for a brighter future.

The grand entrance hall of the citadel was as imposing as ever, with its soaring ceilings and ornate decorations that spoke of our family's long and storied history. My steps echoed softly against the marble floors as we approached the main chamber.