𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵

Watching the princess of hell run about to prepare her hotel for all the sinners seeking redemption, was such a nice and pitiful thing the princess was doing. Vaggie watched Charlie with sad eyes as she ran about with her usual smile.

Angel Dust was the first to notice her frown and longing gaze toward Charlie. At first, he wanted to ignore it, because he didn't really care. Unfortunately, after a while of watching Vaggie watch Charlie, things were getting boring.

"What's got your panties in a twist toots?" Angel Dust asked, lounging beside Vaggie as Charlie continued to run about.

"Have you ever wondered why Charlie wanted to start this thing?" Vaggie asked, a frown glued to her lips. Angel Dust raised a brow and crossed his top limbs.

"Yeah? But you guys have answered that already. You want demons to be happy and to solve the angles killing everyone to fix the population." Angel Dust answered, slightly confused.

"Well, yeah. That's the half of it at least."

"Well then," Angel started. "What's this place really for then?"

"It's for Charlie. Her lover is in Heaven and she wants to get there. But she's the princess of hell, she needs to know if it'll even work." Vaggie explained with a frown.

"Who's the love of her life?" Angel asked, confused more than ever. He had been seriously convinced Charlie and  Vaggie were together.

"She was a queen from the late 1800s. Charlie met her when she was still a princess. She said it was love at first sight, but after the first time they met, it became more difficult to see her, so she wrote letters." Vaggie explained. "I read some of the letters from (Y/n). She was a really nice girl. No wonder she's in heaven."