#hellredemption

The useless host had finally checked out, she was in an episode of grief, and the media was having a field day with her reputation; to make matters worse? This detrimental cocktail was only causing the hellborn girl to spiral into recklessness...

...fortunately? Dad was here.

❝ Charlie, believe me... you've gotta a pure heart! Far better than either Heaven or Hell deserve, lemme tell you from experience! ❞ a caring palm rests momentarily on her shoulder, ❝ ...But you can't go forcing your compassion onto others. ❞

His words were kind, honest, filled with love... speaking from his heart, ❝ Otherwise? You're gonna push everyone away... ❞ their eyes lock, a fatherly gaze hoping his advice was reaching through her troubled mind and body,

❝ ...or worse, you end up cursing everyone to eternal damnation. ❞

The words acted like a poison, a reflection of his eons long guilt over something as simple as an apple... a mistake he wouldn't allow his beloved daughter to make for herself.

The battered and disoriented imp wandered into the hotel some time that evening, looking for any sign of staff or authority figures walking around. When he did not see anyone right away, he stepped over to the armchair in the parlor and tried to sit in it. It was much larger than any designed for an imp his size and practically sank into it as he waited to see anyone or to be spotted.

At length, he did spot a tiny cyclops sinner in a maid outfit and through her he was able to find out that the princess who had established the Sinner rehabilitation program was around! So he asked for directions to her office in the sprawling, many-hallways of the building and managed eventually, with aid of a map and by bumping into several walls, to navigate his way to said office.

He couldn't reach the string to alert the manager of the hotel so he had to knock on the door to alert the princess.

From all the imp had seen on commercial spots, the Princess and her residents had recently fought off angels and kept her hotel standing through resistance. Something in that drew him here.

That, that and being told by several demons now that he could not be an imp. His disposition was too soft for it. He had not been able to do any of the imp tasks he had been given since waking up from the hospital. And a 'real imp' would have been able to kill on demand. So he must be a sinner, right? Just manifested here with a similar appearance to an imp.

Maybe the princess could help?

"Wh-What?"

Vaggie all but stammered out the word as she stared up at her partner in terror. She was NOT doing that and not alone. Was she barley conscious? Sure, but she was still breathing goddammit. She could still protect her-

"Charlie, babe WAIT!" She half yelled over the commotion only to wince and stumble forwards in pain with the action. Nonetheless she still reached out, gripping the blondes wrist in her own hold, tugging her close again, her pastel eye tired but full with worry and fear.

❛ how are you so calm? ❜