Angel or Demon

Charlie's Dilemma

For the next few days, Charlie is in complete self-doubt. She is crushed and her motivation was just gone. The message from her mother had left a gaping hole in her heart, and now she couldn't bring herself to do anything for anyone. She knew that there was a possibility that she would respond in that way, she couldn't lie about that—but it still hurt to see over a single text message.

Vaggie does her best to cheer her up in the mornings with her favorite meals. By this point, it's been five days since the message from Lilith and no one could really get her to be as bright as she used to be. Now the sinners in the hotel were getting concerned.

As for Lucifer, he has tried over and over to contact Lilith but she refused to answer him. He's called, he's sent messages, he's even tried using messenger birds to find her and get any responses. Nothing. He's growing frustrated and isn't sure on what to do anymore. He's still loathing over jis previous actions with Alastor and now he has to try and find his wife who keeps trying to hide away. But what also bothered him, was the fact that he couldn't find her. Hell is his domain and yet he couldn't find her anywhere. It shouldn't be possible.

'Where the fuck could she be...? She can't hide anywhere here. Why hadn't I realized this sooner? The only options are the earth realm or Heaven, but she's been banned from both just like me. The only way I am able to go to earth is if I'm summoned, and the only way I am able to go to Heaven is if they ask for me to come to them....'

He leans back in his chair in his office on his side of the hotel and sighs heavily. His head was pounding, and his eyes just burned. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat properly, and he couldn't focus on anything. He just wants to help his daughter recover, and he can't and the thought just tore him to pieces. He could only watch her struggle like him. Which is what he tried so hard to prevent.

"Ughhhh....! FUCK!"

He fists crash into his desk, splitting it down the middle with a crack as it separates to the sides with all of his work scattering along the floor. He kicks one side of it away from him as the flame above his head pulses with his rage. He sinks to the floor and hugs his knees tightly.

"Breathe....."

He takes a breath in and holds it for a moment before releasing it. He couldn't do this right now. He couldn't do this at all. He needed to find something to distract himself now. Normally he would take to making rubber ducks, but he didn't want anyone to see that. He groans and clutches the strands of his hair tightly.

'Why can't I do anything right...?!'

In the doorway of his office, the Radio Demon watches with a plate of pancakes in his hands. It's already been a few days since their last encounter, and he's over it now but now the King was in distraught over his own actions and the actions of the Queen. The Queen he could definitely understand, considering he is owned by her—but he also assumed that he was stressing over his daughter as well.

'This can't continue any longer...before this entire thing goes down in literal flames, I may have to interfere. She DEFINITELY won't be happy over this. But I can't have her disrupting things for me at this point. Deal or no deal, my assignment was to look after the hotel, and her daughter. Therefore, restoring her faith falls under that notion whether she likes it or not.' His shadow swirls up to his side with a menacing grin.

He steps back from the door way.

"Be sure to deliver this to him along with the note,"

His shadow gives off a slight purr before dropping into the floor. It glides along the floor until it reaches the King. It stands up tall and flicks his head back from being yanked in his hands.