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Who would have thought it would turn out such a success?

Even Charlie was surprised at how many damned souls sought out redemption. Since the very beginning of this venture, she always had a feeling that things would turn out...well not exactly for the worst, but more for the mediocre.

But now? Now souls were getting redeemed left and right. Sadly, not as quickly as new demonlings would sign in. The hotel was bursting at the seams at the number of lost souls, so much so that new staff was required to help keep things in order.

Finnigan, or Finn as everyone got used to calling him, had been an account in his life. A meek and shy man, who met his end at the age of thirty-one.

Why he ended up in Hell, he was not sure. He claimed that he never did anything to warrant damnation. Or maybe he didn't really want to tell the truth. Either way, he wanted out.

That's how he ended up as the Hotel's chief accountant. And occasional bellboy. Sometimes butler. Receptionist as well. And cook. Mechanic.

Whatever the job, Finn was the man for it, whenever the proper person didn't feel like working that day. But he never complained. In fact, he enjoyed the errands. Said they gave him purpose. And he always wore a tiny sheepish smile.

And all enjoyed his company. At least, they tolerated it. None of the staff could think of anything bad to say about Finn. Nor could they think of much good for that matter, but in circles like these, that was more than enough. The important thing was that his diligence was highly prized. Especially by Charlie. She was glad to have an honest worker, whose vices wouldn't get the better of him on a daily basis.

These days though, Charlie actually preferred to help the demon-accountant with his menial tasks. She enjoyed their cooking the most. As she peeled and cut vegetables, she would find herself staring at Finn carefully measuring the salt and pepper and whatever else they would put in the pot, before inevitably someone would walk in and dump a bottle of bottom-shelf whiskey into it, claiming it would add flavor to the gruel they were concocting. And then Finn would sigh in defeat and recalibrate his measurements to suit the new dish, as if nothing had happened. And soon enough, his smile would return.

With each passing day, Charlie found herself staring at Finn longer and longer. And whenever he wasn't around, she found herself thinking of him. There was something about that person. He radiated a type of nerdy cuteness, being as tall as her, if we include his long, black and white horns. If not, he reached her chest. Chin if we include his puffy hair. And his large eyes always had shadows underneath, being so sleep deprived from the extra work he'd do. He preferred to wear a typical accountant uniform from the forties - white shirt, sleeve garters, green eyeshades perpetually stuck to his forehead and a pocket protector with two pens and two pencils in his shirt pocket. Let's not forget the bowtie to top it all off.

One day, while daydreaming of how Finn might be tending the garden, shirtless, sweaty and panting heavily, it finally hit her. She had a crush on him. When it started, she couldn't really say. But she knew where she wanted it to finish.

That day, she walked through the busy halls of the hotel, past the reception, through the recreation room, down into the basement, where Finn was fixing up the boiler. She stood behind him, as he turned wrenches and undid nuts, trying to figure out what was wrong with the contraption, all in his usual get-up.

She knew she had to make the first move. There was no other way.

"Finn" she began loud and clear, to which Finn jumped, startled, "it would be a great pleasure for me, if you would accompany me tonight to a restaurant. Just the two of us."

Finn blinked in confusion. And then his eyes betrayed excitement. And it was followed by a shaky.

"Okay."

#

"The Fallen Garden". The most exquisite restaurant this side of Styx. Decorated with faux-Greek pillars and statues depicting elements of the most popular myths and tragedies - from Heracles slaying his wife to Oedipus gouging his eyes, this restaurant carries all the dark elements of the classical world.

By a fountain adorned with tiny devil statues, pouring red wine from hydriae, sat Charlie and Finn. Charlie, dressed in her evening dress and wearing her hair in a braided tail, seemed quite comfortable, fitting in as if she had never left high-society for her humanitarian venture. Finn on the hand looked more like a fish out of water than usual. He made sure to change his white shirt to a black one and his black bowtie to a white one, both much fancier to his eyes than his usual garb. And yet that was all he had changed. He left his usual garters on and even his eyeshade hadn't moved a centimeter.

"Do you like this place?" Charlie spoke up, observing the shy rascal squirm in his seat.

"It's...uhh...quite fancy".

"Yeah...it's a wonderful place. My dad used to take us out here all the time."

"Your...dad?"

"Mhm."

"The king of Hell?"

"The same one, yes."

"Oh, brother..."

Finn scratched the back of his head. He didn't know what to do or say. As far as he could recall, the fanciest places he had been were Italian restaurants. Probably owned by mafiosos.

As the string quartet played their voces intimae, the pair sat silent, one enjoying the ambiance and faint memories and the other nervous of how one should act. While Finn was desperately thinking of what to say, he noticed black smoke floating beside him, slowly getting denser and forming a silhouette. Before he could say anything, the smoke was now an imp - hair slicked back, eyes half closed, clothed in a red tuxedo and holding two menus.

"Good evening" he said in an even tone, handing out the menus. "The specials for tonight are..."

"We'll have the specials, please. And a bottle of wine. Caligulian. 39 AD. If you have it."

"Very well. An excellent choice."

The waiter bowed deeply and discorporate into mist once more.

"Umm...sounds expensive" Finn slid a finger into his collar and pulled it gently.

"Don't worry about it. I told you I was treating, right?"

"Yeah...but still..."

"No "stills". You've been working very hard. And I want to treat you."

Finn shifted in his seat and Charlie could only smile at him - so nervous and awkward. She reached out across the table, gently grabbing his hand to his surprise.

"Hey...it's going to be alright. Okay? You deserve this."

Even his red skin couldn't conceal his blush. For a moment he felt like he was walking on clouds and all that mattered was him and her.

And the smoke crept in once more.

"Your wine" the waiter said, pouring the couple a glass. "Your meal will be ready soon." And he disappeared once more.

Charlie picked up her glass and skillfully stirred it, inhaling deeply the aroma. Finn tried to follow suit, but with much less grace.

Charlie motioned her glass forward.

"To a long a bright future" she motioned the glass forward.

Finn smiled and gave her a toast.

#

Three bottles later and a completely devoured turducken later, both demons were barely sitting in their chairs, laughing loudly and yelling incoherently to the ire of all other clients.

"You're a pretty cool guy, Finn, you know that?" Charlie said, swishing the wine in her glass before downing it in one gulp.

"Nah...I ain't that special."

"Sure you are...you're talented, always ready to help...plus you are hella cute."

Charlie looked through the empty glass to see Finn blush and sink back in his chair.

"I'm just...you know...trying to do the best I can..." Finn blurted out and gulped his glass. "You are the one who's cool. You are doing what you believe is right, even as odds are stacked against you..."

"Pff...there aren't any odds stacked against me..."

"Husk told me...how things used to be when you opened. You are an unsung hero...and I'm just happy I can be here to help you fulfill your dream."

Those words hit her. She put her glass aside, reached out, grabbing Finn by the collar and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It felt nice. Like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle falling into place. They broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes - Charlie's comforting and serene and Finn's confused and excited.

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Charlie asked.

Finn could do nothing but nod his head in acceptance.

A forced cough sounded from behind her.

"Your check, missus" the waiter said, his voice stern and controlled.

Charlie grinned.

#

Both lied in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Charlie could head Finn's heart racing through the mattress. She grabbed his hand, her eyes still fixated on her lamp.

"It will be alright" she murmured.

Finn gulped. He was nervous, but unsure of what exactly. Maybe it was because he was in bed with his boss. Maybe he had always been nervous around girls. He couldn't really say. The wine surely played some part in it. Or likely lessened the effects. It didn't really matter at this point. He was there and that's all that mattered.

Suddenly, Charlie sprang up and jumped on top of Finn. Before he could say anything, she kissed him, her tongue wiggling its' way into his mouth. At first surprised, Finn slowly let go and tried to stay in the moment. It wasn't long before they both started moaning. His hands crept onto her thighs and slowly slid up to her ass, while hers made their way underneath his shirt. Her cold palms pressing against his warm skin made him shiver for a moment, before he settled in, enjoying the touch of a woman.

After what seemed like forever, Charlie broke the kiss. With tenderness, she caressed his cheek, while kissing his other, moving down to his cheek bone and on his neck. Each kiss, lick and nibble sent shivers up and down his spine. And she knew it. He was in her grasp.

She continued her journey downward, stopping in front of his bulge. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, all the while his breathing became heavier. And with a sudden move, she revealed his manhood.

He wasn't too well-endowed, but he wasn't disappointing by any stretch of the imagination. Charlie didn't waste much time and slowly licked his cock, from the balls to the tip, all the while enjoying each little moan Finn let out. Then came an audible gasp when she put her mouth around his head, her tongue sliding back and forth. She barely stopped herself from giggling with excitement, when he ran his hand through her hair.

After a minute or two, she decided to stop tormenting her accountant and started blowing him proper. First taking him in slowly and with each bob of her head, she increased the speed, going deeper and deeper, his moans becoming more vocal and his breathing more strained. And then she stopped.

Charlie looked in his eyes, her hand around his member, jerking him.

"I want you to fuck me."

The words were precise and clear. It was an order. And Finn was happy to obey. He crawled back, taking off his shirt and pants, while Charlie got out of her dress.

She laid next to him. The demon turned, placing himself on top of her, sliding his cock over her pussy.

"Go on. Put it in."

A bolt of electricity shot up through Charlie's body when he entered her. His cock was magnificent, as if it was molded precisely for her.

With a steady and rhythmic pace, he fucked her, all the while biting her neck and sucking on her tits. She wrapped her hands around him, holding him closer, which only increased his speed.

She moaned louder and louder, calling out his name, running her hands through his hair and across his back. When she grabbed his tail they stopped having sex and started fucking. He plunged into her deeper and harder. Much more violent and fierce. And she was enjoying every second of it. Each time his cock slid inside of her, she was drowned in wave a of pleasure and each time it slid out, the tide would lower, only to slam into her again.

And when she couldn't take any more, when she was closest, she wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deep inside her. With that final thrust, both of them groaned in pleasure as they climaxed, his seed filling her up.

The afterglow took ahold of them. They laid together, in each other's embrace for a few minutes, until she finally released her hold on him and he fell over to one side. Bodily fluids, both his and hers, dripped from her cunt, spreading across the sheets.

She turned over to gaze at her lover, his eyes half closed, a dopey smile spread across his face. She grabbed his hand, their fingers intertwining. And before they drifted off to sleep, with her final breath, Charlie said:

"Take tomorrow off..."