𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 | 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

Chapter 24 | New Pentious (2)

Back at the hotel, reporters were surrounding Charlie, (Y/n) and Vaggie as the female reporter from earlier was trying to get her attention among others. "Ms. Morningstar, Ms. Morningstar, over here. When will you launch your next attack on the angels?" She asked as another once again asked another question. "What do dead angels smell like?"

"Are all the sinners here part of your anti-angel army? I KILLED MY WIFE." A sinner reporter said as (Y/n)'s eyes widen at the fact. When did he have time do that? She thought to herself before looking at the sinners. Had they not been listening to whole time? "What? N-no. No. They're here to be redeemed. D-didn't you hear the song?" Charlie said, feeling overwhelmed as Vaggie stepped in. "Are any of you here for redemption?" She questioned as two sinners spoke up.

"I thought this hotel was where we came to kill angels." She questioned as another added on. "Yeah, who cares about redemption? That sounds like work." A tree like sinner questioned as she rolled her eyes. "No. I-I know angels aren't like, the best, but we shouldn't kill them. We need to be better than them, right?" Charlie said, trying to convinced them but before she could, a sinner gasped and pointed over to the side.

"Oh, my God!" She had pointed to Niffty, who was covered in blood, while stabbing an already dead rat, with her knife. "Look, it's Niffty, the Adam Slayer!" Niffty turned as she continued to stab the dead rat. "Stab. Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab." She said as she stopped, having the same two sinners walked up to her.

"Niffty, can I get your autograph?

"Niffty, will you stab me?" The tree like sinner asked, pointing at Niffty and calling out to someone. "Someone get a picture of her stabbing me." Niffty then proceeds to stab the guest, around the abdomen as blood started gushing out while grunting in delight. "Yes." (Y/n) looked concerned for the sinner, not because she was gushing out blood but asking Niffty to stab her.

The three walked over to Niffty as Charlie tried to reason with the sinners. "No, no. Niffty was acting in self-defense." She explained while Niffty blinks, and keeps stabbing the rat. "Charlie's right! We shouldn't celebrate what she had to do." (Y/n) said as she tried to reason with the sinners but to no avail as they watched Niffty being lifted up into the air, by a crowd of demons, repeatedly throwing her up and down. "I like being touched." Niffty said, laughing as she was being lifted up.

"No, stop touching her! They brought the fight to us. We had to defend ourselves. I never wanted to... I wouldn't... That's not what--" Charlie yelled out to the group of sinners but no one was listening as they started to chant 'kill angels'. She had felt defeated as (Y/n) gave her Atticus to hug as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Charlie, hun, if you're feeling uncomfortable, maybe step out for a bit while Vaggie and I handle them or I could asked them to leave if that's what you want." (Y/n) said, feeling upset and angry at the sinners while feeling upset for Charlie feeling overwhelmed by everything.

"N-no! I can handle this! J-just let me.. uhm-" But before she could think of something, Another crowd of reporters closes in on Charlie, who is already overwhelmed, clamoring, the female reporter points her mic to her while (Y/n) stepped in front of her babies. "Charlie, is this now officially the Angel Killer Hotel?"

"Charlie, have all your staff killed angels?"

"Charlie, do you have to be a cannibal to sign up for the Angel Killing Army Hotel? And I regret killing my wife." The reporter said as Charlie moved around her Mama to try an answer the question even though (Y/n) had protested that she needed a breather. "W-we, uh, accept cannibals. I, uhm..." She stammers, nervously while (Y/n) is trying to push some reporters back. "Charlie, are you okay?" Vaggie asked as Charlie turn around, reassuring her girlfriend that she was fine even though she was the complete opposite. "Uh, yeah, I'm-- I'm fine, uh, I-I just..."