You walked into the hotel with Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, and Angel, trying to ignore the constant bickering between Vaggie and Angel.

"Am I not allowed to have any fun at all?" Angel asked.

"Not when your idea of fun is prostitution!" Vaggie snapped.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Okay, what should my idea of fun be?"

"Actually making an attempt to be redeemed like (Y/n)!" Vaggie answered.

"She doesn't represent me," Angel told her.

"Well, can't you put any effort being redeemed!? You always go out and commit countless sins, and then you lie and say you want to be redeemed! If you really want to be redeemed, then you're dumber than a bag of dirt, because you keep setting yourself back! ¡Eres un maldito idiota!" Vaggie ranted.

"Come on, take a chill pill!" Angel argued.

Vaggie's hair bow turned into two little horns. "'Take a chill pill'!? You've done nothing but ruin the reputation of the hotel!!"

Angel backed up a step. "Alright, alright, whatever!"

"Vaggie! What's going on?" Charlie asked.

"This little shit doesn't understand that he needs to make an effort to be redeemed!" Vaggie explained.

Charlie smiled reassuringly. "That's okay! He'll take as long as he needs to. We'll be patient for him to get redeemed."

Vaggie huffed and glared at Angel. "Well, he'd better start trying! I'm really getting tired of..." she rambled on. This wasn't going to end soon. 

You decided to remove yourself from the argument and walked over to the fridge to grab something to eat. Popsicles, sandwich supplies, leftover spaghetti. Such a great selection. You grabbed the box of popsicles, not surprised when you shook it and felt nothing in it.

"Angel! How many times has everyone told you to throw away empty boxes?" you shouted as you tossed the box in the trash. 

"I lost count!" Angel shouted back to you.

"Well, start listening, or next time the box will be thrown at your head instead of the trash can!" you responded. You turned back to the fridge and rummaged through it, letting out an exasperated sigh when you couldn't quite find the right food. It was one of those times where you couldn't pinpoint what you wanted to eat. You closed the fridge and thought about whether or not to go to the kitchen and see what they had in there. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by Alastor's voice. "Good heavens, sometimes I wonder how Charlie expects me to not lose my temper. Vaggie and Angel's constant arguments are nearly unbearable," he remarked.

You smiled for a moment. "I wish Vaggie would just give up on Angel. He's not going to change, she's not going to give up on trying to make him change, and then they argue. All. The. Time."

"We should have grown used to it by now, wouldn't you think?" Alastor asked.

You glanced at the arguing demons across the room. "Probably...but it just gets more annoying instead."

Your conversation was interrupted by Angel walking towards the fridge. "Lock me in here if you want to! Just don't act surprised when I end up having orgies every night after I sneak people in, bitch!" he yelled at Vaggie before swinging open the fridge door and then slamming it shut again. "And buy enough food for people!"

"You all good?" you asked, slightly surprised by Angel's show of anger. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he huffed.

You looked at him with an unconvinced expression. "You don't seem fine."

"You know what? No, I'm not fine. That fucking bitch keeps hounding me about getting redeemed! I don't feel ready for redemption yet, but she can't get it through her thick skull! I'm tired of her constantly yelling at me, and now she's threatening to confine me here by locking me in! I'm not going to give in like that! If she wants to control me, that's fine," Angel ranted before raising his voice and looking at Vaggie, "but try controlling a shit-load of horny fucks wanting an orgy with Angel Dust!"

You thought about how to respond. "Alright, relax, relax. All you need is some time alone to gather your thoughts and calm dow-"

"First off, I don't need to gather my thoughts, and second, I don't need to calm down! Vaggie does!" Angel snapped. 

You noticed Charlie approaching you, looking stressed. "Angel, you're just too mad right now. Go to your room. When you feel like you've calmed down enough to talk things over, you can come out."

"Fine!" Angel responded, stomping off in the direction of the hallway to get to his room.

Charlie looked like she was stressed to the point of explosion or bursting into tears. "Why is this so difficult?" she muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear.

"It'll get better, Charlie. Don't worry," you reassured her.

"Will it? Will it really?" Charlie asked skeptically. "I've been running this hotel for almost a year now. The only demons who have come along are Angel and you. You are doing great! You might actually get redeemed. Angel? No. He's just trying to stay for free," Charlie let out a sigh before continuing, "As if it's not hard enough to get him to stay clean, he and Vaggie are almost constantly arguing. It's so frustrating! I don't know if it ever will get better! All I want is for demons to be happy and for Hell to be a better place, but nothing works! Nobody else wants that!"

You didn't know how to respond. As hard as it was for you to admit it to yourself, she was right. It probably wouldn't get better. You glanced at the floor as you searched for the right words. "Maybe if I get redeemed, other demons will see and come rushing to the hotel," you said with a hopeful smile. 

"But I don't even know if you can get redeemed! You've been doing great, but what if Heaven doesn't accept you? I haven't been able to figure it out or talk to Heaven yet. Maybe this has all been for nothing!" Charlie responded. "I can't even do this. My dad was right," she muttered.

You still didn't know what she meant by 'my dad was right'. She had said things like that a few times before, and you really wanted to know what she meant, but you didn't want to pry. You assumed there was not a peachy-perfect 'father's little sweetheart' relationship between them. Yet again, you were at a loss for words. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? "Don't say that kind of stuff yet. The extermination hasn't come yet. Maybe everything will work out then."

Charlie let out a frustrated sigh. "I hope so."

Just then, an idea sparked in your head. If demons actually did good things, instead of just avoiding bad things, the hotel might actually work! "Maybe you just need a different approach," you said. 

"Like what? I've tried everything," Charlie responded.

"Where's Vaggie? She should probably hear this too," you muttered, looking for Vaggie.

"Hey Vaggie! (Y/n) has something to tell us!" Charlie shouted. 

Vaggie hurried towards you, her gaze still filled with anger from her argument with Angel. However, there was some worry in her expression. "What's wrong?" she asked cautiously.

"Nothing's wrong," you responded with a smile.

"What did Alastor do?" Vaggie asked.

You tried to ignore the hateful glares she shot at Alastor. "Nothing...what do you mean?"

Vaggie let out a small sigh. "(Y/n), he was alone with you for two hours. Who knows how he could have hurt you?"

"Well...no, he didn't try to hurt me. In fact, he actually helped me," you said.

"How?" Vaggie asked skeptically.

"He protected me from some perverted demon," you answered.

"He probably just wants to gain your trust and then use you," Vaggie retorted.

You couldn't hide the disappointment you felt from Vaggie's angry words. "Vaggie, will you ever trust him? He's been nothing but helpful the whole time I've known him."

"No, I won't trust him. And I don't want you to trust him. I don't want you getting hurt," Vaggie told you. Her demeanor changed from angry to concerned.

"It's okay. Remember, I know him better than you do," you reminded her.

"I'm going to sound repetitive right now, but he's a manipulator. The Alastor you're friends with might not be the real Alastor. He's probably faking!" Vaggie said with yet another distrustful glance at Alastor. 

Before you could argue that Alastor was trustworthy, Angel entered the room. "I'm not talking things out with any of you, I just want a fuckin' sandwich," he muttered as he walked past you to the fridge. 

"Angel, why are you so upset? We're just concerned for you. We want the best for you," Charlie said, a concerned tone in her voice. 

Angel sighed. "I know you want the best for me, but you could want the best for me in a kinder way. 'El bitcho' over there," he glanced at Vaggie, "just yells and the curses me out in spinach."

"It's 'Spanish', dipwad," Vaggie interrupted.

Angel looked from Charlie to Vaggie, and then back to Charlie. "Not to mention she can't take a joke."

Charlie thought for a moment. "I know things have always been tense between you and Vaggie, but maybe we could try something to help that. Maybe we could do activities together, like game nights, or movie nights. Angel, your rebellion seems to be getting worse because of your arguments with Vaggie. Maybe if we keep things cool between you two, you could get closer to redemption. Should we try this, guys?" She looked around at the group.

You nodded, and Angel grudgingly agreed. Alastor immediately suggested a shit-load of sadistic 'games' he liked, most of which involved murder, dismemberment, and more murder-based entertainment. He also suggested real-life hangman. Instead of drawing lines on a stick-man, you would actually put limbs back onto a dead demon.

"Or we could play 'fuck the Radio Demon'," Angel said with a smirk.

Alastor glared at Angel, and you could tell he was having trouble refraining from murdering the spider demon.

"Angel, you shouldn't think that way if you want to get rehabilitated!" Charlie scolded.

Angel rolled his eyes. "You are seriously no fun at all!"

"Well, anyways, it's settled! I'll decide on a time to have our game nights! Ooh, we could do karaoke nights, and we could even cook meals together......." Charlie rambled on about ideas to bring everyone closer together, but your attention slowly moved from Charlie's excited ideas to 'what if redemption can't happen?'. She hadn't even figured out if Heaven would accept rehabilitated demons. What if all her efforts were for nothing? What if you were really stuck here forever?