Charlie

4

Charlie's P.O.V.

"Dad, I'm moving out."
"What?"
"I'm nineteen, Dad. I think I should be given the responsibility of being on my own."
"Charlie, you're not...look at you." He said, rising up and walking over to me. "You're as fragile as a flower. Youre not capable of prtecting yourself outsode of the castle."
"But-"
"No, Charlotte."
"Dad! You're just making excuses. You know full well what I'm capable of in my demon form. I'm nearly as powerful as Mom, and that's saying something."
My dad regarded me quietly.
"Fine," he said after a moment. He sat back down.
"When you screw it up, don't come crying back to me. You're not going to make the rainbowy difference you always sing about and talk about with Vaggie. Demons don't give a shit about redemption. They'll laugh in your face and kick dirt in it too."
"Lucifer!" My mom chided, but the damage had been done.
"Well, fuck you," I snapped. "I thought you actually had some faith in me." I left the throne room and swiftly made my way to the basement to get Vaggie. I didnt know my father knew about her. Thank... Thank God she was still alive. I ran into the basement and hugged her tightly. She hugged me back after a moment, nestling her face in my shoulder.
"I love you," I murmured.
Her grip only tightened.

***
When I told Vaggie my ideas for the abandoned hotel I'd bought, she didn't seem to enthusiastic about it.

"Are you sure?" Turning this place into a hotel to redeem sinners?"
"Mhm!" I said. I sketched down a few more ideas.

"Ooh, I should talk about this on the news! That's a much quicker way to let everyone know!"

Vaggie regarded me sadly. "You also might end up making a fool of yourself, hon. Then no one will want to stay here."

"But there's another extermination this weekend. I want to rehabilitate as many demons as possible this year! I dont like seeing my people dying, Vaggie!"

Vaggie sighed.
"Just make some simple points to follow, and please, please try to stick with them on Monday. Ok hon?"

"Okay."