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Chapter 12

The halls of the hotel echoed nothing but ringing silence. The sky of the Pride Ring was a tint darker than the usual red which indicated the breath of night. Most residents of the hotel now lay in their beds snoring away into either their nightmares or dreamless sleep. Why not dreams? Well, because this is Hell. No soul that ends up here is going to be having nice dreams. Anyway, while most were asleep there were a few residents that had yet to go to their beds.

Lucifer was supposed to go to bed himself as tomorrow they will be going to those Vees for the interview to which they agreed to do. Not that he truly needed sleep to recharge his energy but somehow it always felt nice to allow his body to indulge in the act of it. However, after the panicked stricken face of his daughter after dinner a while ago, he was worried and he figured she might not be able to sleep well tonight. Maggie had confirmed and shared this concern to him before she herself had turned in for the night, telling how when something bothered Charlie, it will keep her up all night. So, as a father, he thought he would at least check on her in hopes to help ease the panicked and nervous nerves of his daughter.

Lucifer reached the main lobby at the ground floor and there he saw Charlie huddled close to a chalk board full of papers pinned to it and a messy tangle of red yarn all over it. He saw her hair slowly became tousled along, a picture that went well with the chaos unfolding before her. He could also hear her troubled whispers, groans and whines, shifting from one paper to another, reading something or skimming over whatever was scribbled on it.

Lucifer gave out a soft smile and sighed. He then carefully walked over to her as to not frighten his daughter in her worked up stupor.

Charlie was fully concentrated in researching and studying for the interview tomorrow. They just received the invitation today and those Vees just exactly had to invite them quickly over the next day. She had brought out dictionaries, related books, done some googling on the web and layed out all the possible questions and answers that she feels might come up on the interview.

Charlie was doing her best to be prepared for the interview tomorrow. She wanted to make sure she wouldn't make a fool of herself in becoming another laughing stock to all of Hell in live television. Her experience from her last interview was a strong reminder how much she most definitely do not want a repeat of that.

She pinned to the board any thing she found useful and did some small doodling on it as it always helped her remember better. She also always highlights the best parts to which she is trying to avoid highlighting all of it. She had a good start at first but then as her thoughts kept on spiraling to deeper and darker territory she started to have trouble digesting what she was even reading. The words seemed to twist knots in her head and in her stomach, implanting fear in her for what she was sure was going to be a disastrous interview.

Charlie also remembered her failed attempt in convincing Heaven to help with her cause and so she started to hyperventilate. In her panic she backed up away from the board, stepping back a bit too much to which led her to knock over the table she had set up near. The stacks of paper, pens, pencils, highlighters and many other stationery items on the table were knocked off along with it. This made loud clattering noises and produce a lot of frustrated curse from the Princess of Hell.

"Fuck!" Charlie shut her eyes upon impact, once everything was a big mess on the floor she quickly scrambled to pick it all up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!"

Lucifer saw everything. His brows furrowed in worry after witnessing such a troubled state of his only and beloved child. The moment the table was knocked down he took that as his chance to quickly make his way over to finally be acknowledged by his daughter.