I'm Sorry

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The scene unfolds in the dimly lit, somewhat shabby living room of the hotel, with a low hum of chaos echoing from Y/N's room in the distance—screaming and the sound of objects crashing against the walls.

Angel Dust (sinking deeper into the worn-out couch, arms stretched out): "This sure is nice, huh, fellas?"

Husk (dryly, taking a swig from his flask): "Oh, yeah. Real nice. Nothing like the constant screaming and sobbing from both Y/N and Charlie to really set the mood."

Angel Dust (chuckling, nudging Vaggie): "Hey, toots, why don't you go give Charlie a little pep talk?"

Vaggie (frustrated, crossing her arms): "I tried. She won't let me in. She's locked herself in there, all alone."

Alastor (leaning forward with a sinister grin): "Is that so?"

Without another word, Alastor melts into a cloud of black smoke and vanishes. He reappears moments later in Charlie's room, looming over her like a shadow. She's curled up in her bed, wrapped tightly in her blanket like a burrito, surrounded by empty ice cream buckets.

Alastor (voice dripping with condescension): "Well now, dear. This isn't very becoming of a princess."

Charlie (snapping her head up, eyes red and puffy): "Go away, Alastor!"

Alastor (chuckling darkly): "Tsk tsk, is that any way to behave after picking a fight with all of Heaven... and dooming everyone you care about?"

Charlie springs up, standing on her bed, rage filling her face. She grabs the nearest empty ice cream bucket and hurls it at him.

Charlie (voice cracking with frustration): "I said GO AWAY!"

Alastor (dodging lazily, still smiling): "Charlie, let's not be—"

Before he can finish, Charlie grabs pillows and launches them one after another, her fury palpable.

Alastor (taking hit after hit, wincing): "Ouch! Ouch! Alright, alright! I'll leave!"

He vanishes in a swirl of smoke, leaving Charlie breathing heavily, retreating back into the safety of her blanket cocoon.

Back in the living room, Alastor reappears. Husk is already eyeing him, a smirk on his face.

Husk (raising an eyebrow): "So... how'd it go?"

Alastor (adjusting his tie, covered in ice cream residue): "Not exactly as expected, I'll admit."

Angel Dust (bursting into laughter): "Why are you covered in ice cream?"

Alastor (narrowing his eyes): "No comment."

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, eyes distant as the muffled screams from Charlie's room echoed through the hotel halls. His usually regal composure faltered for a moment, and he pinched the bridge of his nose like a man haunted by unspeakable horrors.

Lucifer (with a tired sigh): "If you think she's bad now, you should've seen her during puberty. I still have nightmares... especially when she got her first period."

His voice trailed off as his eyes glazed over, slipping into a deep, vivid flashback, complete with war-like intensity—his own personal Vietnam.

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