Angel may never admit it out loud, but he truly enjoyed his life at the hotel. He was fed, clothed, and housed for free. He slept in a warm bed with his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, while being able to decorate his room as he pleased. His room was cleaned everyday by Nifty, the meals were often divine, and he was under the protection of Alastor and Charlie. Yeah, he was still working for Valentino, but at least he had a safe home to come back to. He had friends who would always support him, other than Cherri, for the first time in decades. He even began forming a romantic relationship with Husker, who he bonded with one drunken night and hit it off.

He no longer needed to perform sexual favors to his landlord, which made him the most happy. His prior landlord was a disgusting pervert and would often pay for sessions when Angel was at work. He still received many of those creepy fan letters on the daily, but his landlord was by far the most common sender. It creeped out most of his new friends, especially Charlie. She was barely able to handle the idea that Angel was still under Valentino's thumb, where neither she nor Alastor could truly keep an eye on him. But, the fact most of his "fans" kept sending him very creepy letters did not sit well with her. Vaggie would get the mail everyday, and everyday Angel's pile was vastly larger than anybody else's. On a slow day, perhaps Alastor surpassed him, but that was rare.

Charlie bit her tongue when it came to most of those things regarding Angel, she knew he was trying his best with his current situation. But, she drew the line at fans and former clients swarming the hotel just to see Angel. Angel didn't like the attention from these obsessive denisons of Hell, these were the fans that often made Angel feel unsafe.

Charlie felt bad for Angel since she could relate to having unwanted attention from other residents of Hell. After all, you aren't born into the royal family and not get attention from other princes and aristocrats. It got so bad that Charlie asked Alastor to put up invisible baracades that triggered a censor, in case a rogue fan went awol.

When the invisible baracades went up, it settled a lot of these superfans down. The baracades triggered a loud siren that then triggered an electric shock to run through the barrier runner. The shock would come courtesy of the Radio Demon, who had a specific list of who not to shock: the mailman, the patients, and anybody the patients, Charlie, Vaggie, and he specifically added. The hotel became much safer once the barriers were put in place.

While most victims felt Alastor's power, there was once instance where Charlie let loose, and ALL of Hell watched.

Angel had already had a tough night with a client when he stepped into the hotel's barrier. Valentino had let the client do whatever he wanted, which left Angel with little room for argument. The client had been a huge BDSM man, minus the consent. Angel was covered in lashes and bruises as he opened the hotel door. Husker and Charlie were at the bar, Husk was cleaning the last glass and Charlie was keeping him company. They both looked at Angel at the same time, startled by how beat up he was.

"Angel! Are you ok?!" Charlie exclaimed as she ran to him, "let's get you to the infirmary," she gently dragged Angel in the direction of the infirmary.

"Do ya want help with him, Charlie?" Husk asked as he locked up his liquor cabinet.

"Nope, you go to bed Husker. You had a long night, I can do this one myself," Husker nodded and went up the stairwell to his room. Charlie continued to drag Angel down the corridor to the infirmary, where she gently opened the door and helped Angel lay on his side.

"Princess, ya don't need ta-"

"Hush, Angel. I'll fix you up and then you can go to bed. Are there any wounds you'd life for me to heal up first?" Angel gestured to a knarly lash on his inner thigh.

"This one stings the most, then the ones on my back," Charlie nodded and began treating the wounds. She felt her stomach churn as she worked, her entire soul internally wept for Angel. She had half a mind to storm to Valentino's office and give him a piece of her mind, but her anger quelled when she realized Angel had fallen asleep on the table. Knowing she couldn't lift him, she finished patching him up and went to Alastor's room. She knocked on the door quietly, waiting for him to open it in his cozy pajamas.

"My dear, it is the devil's hour. What are you doing up?"

"Angel came back late, a client really messed him up. Do you think you can teleport him to his room?" Alastor nodded and snapped his fingers, a shadow appearing next to him.

"Move Angel Dust to his quarters and be gentle, he has wounds," the shadow nodded and went off, "teleporting him may fool with the wounds, a shadow is safer. Is that all for tonight, my dear?"

"Yes," Charlie nodded, "thank you, Alastor,"

"Sweet nightmares, my dear," Alastor closed his door and Charlie went to Angel's room, just to do one final check. He made double sure to change Angel into looser clothing, allowing his wounds to breath. She, ever the motherly type, then tucked him in and kissed his forehead.

As she went to bed herself, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger embed itself in her brain. She would need to have a serious talk with Valentino tomorrow. For now, she simply cuddled next to Vaggie and drifted to sleep.

As morning bustled around the hotel, Charlie had gotten only a few hours of sleep. She went downstairs to find Alastor, Niffty, and Baxter in the kitchen. Alastor and Niffty were manning the stovetop, flipping pancakes while Baxter was using the juicer to make orange juice. Crymini walked in just in time to snag a fresh pancake from the platter and ate it hole. Baxter cringed at the site and rolled his eyes.

"Could you please grab a plate instead of taking it from the platter like some classless wench?" Crymini chuckled and took another pancake.

"I dunno, could you not talk like an old man?"

"I am not old! I just lived in a different time where ladies weren't so repulsive!" Alastor nodded, a smile on his face.

"Baxter is right, Crymini!"

"Of course the two old men would gang up," she grabbed one final pancake before leaving the kitchen.

"That rebellious little heathen," Baxter grumbled as he finished making the juice. He noticed Charlie standing there and smiled, "morning, Princess Charlie! Would you like some juice?"

"In a few minutes, I'm going to give Angel a plate in bed. He shouldn't move around today," Charlie grabbed a plate and put a few pancakes on it.

"How bad are the wounds this time?" Niffty asked as she pulled out some precut toppings.

"From what my shadows told me, very bad," Alastor replied as he turned off the stove and wiped his hands on his apron, "a lot of lashes and bruises," Charlie nodded as Baxter handed her a cup of juice.

"I'll never understand how somebody can get off like that," Baxter handed Charlie some wrapped silverware. Once she was sure she had everything, she smiled.

"Thanks, everyone," the trio nodded as Charlie made her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She gently knocked on Angel's door before opening it, placing the plate and juice on Angel's bedside. She gently rubbed his head, causing his to stir and groggily open his eyes.

"Mornin' princess," he slurred.

"Hey, Angel. You should stay in bed today, I brought your breakfast up to you. Let your wounds rest a bit and try not to move too much. I'll have people check up on you every so often, ok?" Angel nodded as he drifted off to sleep again, leaving his breakfast for when he was ready to eat.

Charlie got up and shut his curtains, making sure the outside world would not disturb Angel's rest. She then closed the door and went to grab her phone. Vaggie went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Charlie, what are you doing?"

"I need to run a quick errand, make sure Angel doesn't get up and please check on him. Anybody can check on him, really, I just want his wounds to heal up before he starts moving around again," Vaggie nodded as Charlie left through the front door.

She got into the limo and fixed her hair.

"Where to, princess?"

"The Porn Studios, please," the driver nodded and started the car, revving the engine as he drove off. Charlie began to reherse what she was going to say in her head, she had to come off as threatening or else Valentino would just laugh at her.

The speech she constantly revised in her head began to sound better as they pulled up to the studios. Charlie got out and thanked the driver, saying she would call him when she was done. Charlie then approached the door, the sliding glass doors moving aside for her. She went up to the receptionist, who didn't even spare her a glance.

"Mr. Valentino isn't seeing nobody today," the nasally voice  spoke.

"I think he can make time for me," Charlie spat with as much venom she could muster. The receptionist looked up to retort, only to find the Princess of Hell standing with her arms crossed in front of him. His ears lowered and he nodded, pressing a button.

"Mr. Valentino,"

"I said no appointments today," Valentino's voice was sharp enough to cut steel.

"I know, Mr. Valentino. But, Princess Charlolette is here to speak with you," the receptionist cowarded at the voice that came over the speaker. There was silence for a few moments before Val's voice came back over again.

"Send her up,"

"Right away, sir," the receptionist gestered for her to go ahead, "he is on the penthouse floor, the code is 4-0-1,"

"Thank you," Charlie grumbled and began to storm to the elevator. She was slightly disgusted at the fact the penthouse code was Angel's birthday, this moth man was defintely twisted. As she entered the elevator, she pressed the penthouse button and punched in the code. The elevator seemed to taunt her very being as it jolted a few times before finally opening.

The room was dark, a glowing red smoke trailing the air in amusing patterns. The curtain was drawn, not allowing any light to come in. All that Charlie could see was a side table lamp, an ashtray filled with cigars, and two purple legs crossed against a bed, draped in a silky red robe.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, your highness," Valentino put his cigar out as another body shifted in the bed.

"We need to talk about Angel Dust, just the two of us. So tell your bedwarmer to scram,"

"I'm not just a bedwarmer, princess," Vox turned over and propped his upper body up on his elbow, "and you're the one disturbing our day off, so just talk so this way we can get back to our business," Charlie huffed in annoyance, but sighed.

"Fine, let's make this as short as possible. I want Angel's contract and for him to no longer be obligated to serve you,"

Valentino was silent for a moment before beginning to laugh.

"I've owned Anthony for decades, what makes you think I'll give up my biggest star so easily?"

"Because I am the one demanding it," Charlie countered. Valentino continued to laugh, getting up and slowly making his way over to her.

"Oh, princess, how funny! You think just because of your status that I would hand over the biggest cash cow I've ever seen? I could never! Anthony signed his own soul away and I provided him with fame and riches!"

"Riches? That's funny considering he told Vagetha and I that he had to perform favors for his prior landlord because he was behind on rent! The only thing you ever gave Angel was PTSD and severe depression that I'm trying to fix!"

"On the contrary, I can not be the only person to blame for that slut's mental issues. His family and clients play just as big as a role. I simply supplied him with material things he thought could fill the gaping holes in his soul,"

"The only holes you ever filled were ones normal people would need consent to touch! But you're not normal, Valentino!"

"You're right, princess. I am not normal, I am an overlord. An overlord with much more respect and influence then you could ever dream of. You know why? Because I'm not a failure,"

Charlie snapped.

Her horns began to grow and her eyes began to glow. Her claws grew immensely long and his teeth sharpened. She stormed over to the bed and snatched Vox's neck, tighening her grip.

"Vox, start broadcasting this unless you want to be erased," her voice shifted to a dark tone. Vox, begining to fear for his immortal life, complied. He began broadcasting live what was right in front of him.

"You're live, princess," he whimpered. She nodded and stormed over to Valentino, striking him down with a slap.

"You're an egotistical prick with no moral code! You took advantage of Angel for decades and let any else do it for the right price! You are nothing but a rude, shallow, pathetic waste of a soul who I can't stand to look at!" she kicked his face, "I should erase you, but that wouldn't be enough justice to all the souls you've tortured! Instead, allow me to return the favor for all those who you hurt," her hands began to glow as she clutched his neck, the pure white light burning him. Valentino screamed in agony as Charlie continued to use her angelic powers.

"Princess, please, have mercy," he choked out.

"Why? So you can continue to harm souls? I don't think so," she chuckled evilly as her eyes glowed white, her teeth sinking into Valentino's shoulder and ripping his upper left arm clean from his body. Her claws then glowed white as she shanked Valentino multiple times with her bare hands. Blood splattered all over her clothes as she finally finished him off. Her eyes then focused on Vox, who jumped.

"Princess, please show mercy to me," Vox whimpered as he tried to back up. She giggled and stood up straight.

"Oh, Vox, do not worry. You haven't done anything to forsake yourself like Valentino has. But, let his slaughter be a warning to anybody who wishes to do harm upon anyone at my hotel. As for all of Valentino's entertainers, now that your pimp has been killed, I, Princess Charolette, will resume all of Valentino's territories and businesses. You may chose to leave this business or stay, or you could also seek rehabilitation at my hotel, I do not care. I will be in contact with all of you shortly. Thank you for watching the downfall of Overlord Valentino, and have a pleasant day,"

Vox cut the feed and continued to tremble as Charlie walked to the elevator, her appearance changing. She got on the phone and called the driver, telling him to pick her up. She spoke with the receptionist, who had been watching on the lobby's television. He gave her all the numbers and appointments she would need, giving her a kind goodbye before she left through the doors.

When Charlie arrived back to the hotel, she was greeted by Alastor. He had his normal smile on his face as he stood proud.

"Well, well, my dear! That was certainly a specticle! Everybody saw it! What a performance, taking all of Valentino's territory like that!"

"Yes, well, I'd like to move past it if you don't mind. How is Angel?"

"He ate breakfast and is resting again, Husker is preparing his lunch right now. Everybody has helped him, even Crymini,"

"That's good, it means everybody is finally beginning to get along," Charlie took a deep breath and looked down at her bloody clothes,"I need a bath, I smell like regret and relief," as she made her way up the stairs, she looked back down to Alastor, "we should be recieiving all of Valentino's paperwork the next few days, try to play nice with Vaggie while we sort these things out," Alastor simply chuckled and waved her off.

"No promises, my dear!"

As Charlie got settled in the warm bubble bath, her hellphone began to ring. Her stomach twisted when she saw it was her father. After taking a few deep breaths and gulping down her fear, she picked up the phone.

"Hi, dad,"

"Charlie! What in the seven rings did you do?!"

"I took care of an obstacle,"

"Charlie! You took down an overlord and posessed all his territory! That was-"

"Dad, I did what I needed to do to insure Angel would be ok. You should have seen him last night! He couldn't even walk straight when he got back to the hotel! Valentino was so rude and just a diplorable man! He didn't respect me at all! So, I fixed the problem. If you want to yell at me, I will not-"

"I called to say that I am proud of you, Charlie,"

"Huh?"

"What you did was astounding! I had no idea you inherited my angelic powers, but you did! Now, all of Hell finally sees you as a respectable future queen! I'm proud of you, I know it must have been hard for you to summon so much rage," Charlie giggled.

"Believe it or not, it was easy with Valentino," Lucifer laughed on the other end, "I'm glad you're finally proud of me, dad,"

"Oh Charlie, I've always been proud. I was just scared that you would fall. No parent likes to see their sweet baby fall,"

"Well, I didn't fall, dad. I showed that moth who was boss,"

"Yes, yes you did, my little princess," there was silence for a bit, "I have some duties to attend to. Perhaps I will visit the hotel, if you'll have me,"

"Of course! How does dinner sound?"

"Sounds great, darling!"

"See you tonight, dad," Charlie hung up and relaxed in the bath.

The rest of the day was tame, aside from Angel trying to get out of bed prematurely. When it was time for dinner, everybody gathered around a table. Husk and Baxter helped Angel to the table just as Lucifer arrived, everybody finally introducing each other.

Everything from that point on was better. Charlie did have a rough time in the beginning, taking care of all of Valentino's business. Angel did relapse a few times, but that was common in recovering addicts. At the end of the day, all denisons of Hell knew Charlie's true power. And everybody who came to Hell afterwards was quickly told the same thing.

Don't Fuck with Charlie.