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Lost in their thoughts each of the great lords looked at one another, each one wanted to help Charlie as much as possible as she had been such a light in their lives since her birth. Staring down at her from his seat Beezel cleared his throat. "My dear, we would be honored to assist you in any way possible, we understand that your hotel is your business and we would never interfere with that, however you do understand we can assist in more ways." He interlaced his fingers, looking down at three from his seat.

"Yes I know Uncle Beezel, but I need to do this on my own, and what I really need from you all is emotional support more than anything, Can...can you all do that for me?" Charlie smiled at her family, their hearts melted at her words.

"Oh my dear girl we will do whatever you ask of us, after all we only have one niece to pamper and spoil." Her wheelchair ridden uncle smiled, the chair rolled itself along towards her stopping just shy of her he slid his hand out. His golden claws leaving his cane taking her hand. "Now you can entrust that every one of my casinos, banks, and my personal museum will be promoting your little project my dear." The older demon smiled, his long pointed nose lifting his black spectacles up over his milky white eyes.

"Aw thank you uncle Mammon! I knew you would help me!" Charlie hugged her uncle suddenly, his lips curled into a smile as he patted her back.

"Yes yes yes my dear, now let us go have a private chat, I'm sure everyone here would like a chance to spend a little time with you personally, it has been so long my dear." Mammon smiled. Charlie nodded a bit sheepishly as he tapped his cane. A black shadow rose and wrapped around the two of them, once enveloped they vanished from the private box, appearing atop the club. Mammon softly took his niece's hand as his chair began to move, rolling slowly he guided her to the edge of the building. Looking down at the crowd awaiting to enter he sighed softly. "Look at them Charlie, The pathetic creatures of this world and you so desperate to help them." He pushed his glasses up feeling them start to slide down.

"Yes I know, but their has to be some good in them," Charlie crossed her arms looking at him. Moving his hand from his face, Mammon's milky white eyes glared down at them.

"Their is nothing of any value down there my dear, murderers, psychopaths, gluttons, the trash of mortal society all culminated here." He looked at his niece.

"Yes but they don't have to have value to be worth something." Charlie smiled. Mammon's smiled lessened as he stared down. While greed had been blind since his fall from heaven, there was only one thing he was capable of seeing, the value of an object. An object of worth shined brightly to Mammon. Among the beings below they barely shone at all, more black pits among dark. Turning his eyes to Charlie however, she gleamed almost blindingly bright to him as she smiled.

"Using my own words against me, a dirty trick," He whispered and looked at her.

"I learned from the best," She smiled back. "I don't want everyone to suffer, do I think every single person will change? No but, I can help the few who can change." She continued. Mammon let a sigh escape his lips, tapping his claws he saw so much of her father in her. Long before he fell he was an idealist just like her. Shaking his head he became lost in his memories.

Sitting so silently locked away inside of his bank, counting his coins and bills in his vault. Sitting in a large arm chair surrounded by his cold money. Pondering to himself if this was truly worth it, all the money in the world but nothing else. Swinging his hand he heard the sudden loud clang of his tables worth of wealth hitting the floor. Forcing himself up onto his feet he let out a grunt, his damaged spine making it difficult to stand up. Leaning heavily on his cane he made his way to the vault door, breathing hard dealing with the pain. He pushed against the large metal object pushing it open slowly, seeing the hordes of demons forced to wait in line. The massive golden cage surrounding the vault and the tellers, giving them some form of protection against the onslaught of sinners.

The roar of the crowd was overwhelming as many of the tellers worked quickly. A few glancing back as it was rare to see the old man leaving his vault. To his left a man held a gun through the bars at one of them, the young boy so used to it that he barely reacted. The gold bars around the gun mans arms becoming red hot and suddenly clamping down on his arm severing it with ease and defusing the situation rather quickly. Stopping for a moment to listen to all the greed roaring out around him. So many people desperate to get at their money and savings. Wanting nothing more than to spend their hard earned or ill gotten gain. His ears twitched slightly hearing something softer however, something that caught his attention nearby. A soft single voice speaking out over the others.

"Um I would like to make a deposit please," It spoke making his head turn, looking at all the black spots in space. Seeing a faint glow come from the small female behind the bars. A small bit of value, something that is more than the sum of what it is.

"A deposit huh? Kinda small for a deposit ain't it?" The teller chuckled at her.

"Oh its all my job pays, but it'll get me through." She kept somewhat pleasant.

"Whatever you say doll face," The teller started to write down on a slip for her. Turning around the pain in his back seemed to fade. Walking quietly he stood up nice and tall, his back seemed to be fine as his cane clacked gently on the floor. Coming up behind the teller he peered down over her shoulder. The check was measly enough to be another pit of black in his vision. However, looking up at the girl beyond she shined softly to him, enough to allow him to see her.

Standing quietly behind the bars a small hell hound, her soft black fur looking so delicate as she flipped her hair back behind her ears. Looking up at the old demon as he looked at her, his black glasses shining as he watched her. Her ears sank seeing him staring at her so intently. "Look you old bastard if you keep looking over my shoulder I'm gonna elbow you in the dick!" The teller growled looking up at him. Mammon growled and waved his hand a black shadow running across the floor, lifting up separating itself from the surface its massive clawed hand wrapped around the chair pulling it suddenly the teller was tossed aside allowing Mammon to step forward.

"You're not meant to be here child..." Mammon hissed between his teeth. Reaching forward his golden claws met the bars causing them to whine and suddenly open leaving nothing between the two. The pup whimpered a little gulping down her worries taking his words as quite threatening she planned on running at her first chance. "You're far more innocent than any other here, who are you?" He cocked his head to the side softly.

"Um....I...I'm nobody," She gripped her fist.

"Oh no my dear, those who shine to me are far more valuable than they seem, would you mind joining me?" Mammon slid his hand forward, the wolf stared at it and gulped gently.

"I don't think my boyfriend would be happy about another demon hitting on me." A slight blush ran across her face. Hissing softly he slid his hand out, all eyes watched as the young hound reached out and wrapped her fingers around his. Her shine didn't fade to him as he lifted her easily setting her next to him his back quickly reverted. Slouching forward on his cane he grunts a bit.

"Now my dear I want to learn all about you and figure out just why your lovely figure shines so brightly to me." He motioned her forward. Smiling softy the young girl couldn't help but blush brighter.

"Well I don know mister?" She smiled

"Mammon darling." He escorted her back to his vault.

It took only a few months but his little experiment with the young hell hound became clear. Now quietly walking into his vault pushing something in with her covered by a thin white sheet. The young girl had filled out somewhat, wearing much more formal attire. Her hips wrapped in a fine business skirt, short black heels, a modest top. Her hair tied back nicely with a gold clip holding it in place. The black fur of her face now letting her bright blue eyes shine.

"Lord Mammon, sorry for being late to work today! I saw something and knew I had to pick it up for you, I used the company expense card if...that's ok," She crossed her arms behind her back. Looking down bashfully as the old demon looked down at her. From the pale shine she gave off from when he first saw her, she now shined brightly allowing him to see her completely. He smiled softly getting out of his chair onto his feet.

"Ah my dear Charity, A gift for me? What could you possibly have gotten me?" He sighed. Getting up resting a hand on his back making his way over to her slowly she grabbed the sheet pulling off suddenly revealing the fine wooden and brass wheelchair.

"Putting a sheet on something to hide it from a blind man?" He snickered and reached out. Running his hand along the seat chair softly. His face changing as he felt it gently. Feeling her hands rest on his and guide him down to take a seat on it.

"My my now what is this?" He spoke as she giggled to herself softly. Sliding the foot rest up under his shoes. He leaned back bringing his cane up to rest next to his leg on the foot rest. Sliding his hands down along the wheels he rolled it forward slightly.

"No no sir allow me," She quickly stood stepping behind the chair. Grabbing the large handles she rolled him around the vault a little. A smile crept across his face as she rolled him over to his spot next to his table. When she had originally pushed it inside it didn't shine at all, now it glowed brightly beneath him. Something the lord of greed was having trouble wrapping his mind around. The idea of this simple girl giving him something so meager making it so valuable.

"I know you would love it!" Charity smiled and stepped back. "Its so great! Now you aren't stuck here anymore! I know you never leave cause its hard to get up and down the stairs now we can go anywhere!" She grasped his hand. His smile faded a little as he looked over the room. His milky white eyes rolling over his mounds of money and gold. The shine they had given off had faded some time ago, his mind was lost. Everything he had come to know was different. "Yes...yes I would like to go out." He looked up at her. Looking at her smiling face her shine gave it away, the faint bit of extra make up around her left eye, it dimmed the shine making his eyes draw to it.

"What is this?" He reached up his golden claws delicately brushing over it.

"Oh sir...its nothing! Nothing at all that you need to worry about, I just tripped the other day is all." She lied through her teeth, Mammon knew it as well. Her voice became hostile, defensive, and softer. Like a child who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Did that boy do this to you?" He asked. Any other time he wouldn't have cared if one of his workers had come in with bruises. Fights were common and beatings were even more so. However, something about this made a stir in his stomach that simply boiled. He hadn't felt this sensation in years as she shrugged not really giving him an answer.

"Hm, I have a task for you today my dear, I simply want you to go out and find me a very large plot of land, big enough to build a museum upon. Can you do that?" He asked dropping it. Sensing her discomfort with the line of questioning.

"Absolutely! I'll get started on that right away," She smiled and rushed off. Heading to her little office higher up in the bank. Once she was gone Mammon ran his claws along the fine wood of the chairs arm rest.

"Get up..." He growled between clenched teeth. Under him his shadow suddenly stretched out across the wall moving up growing into a great smiling face. Staring down at him as long black arms stretched out from the shadow's figure. "I will find that boy and make him suffer..." The shadow's smile grew wider. Shrinking back down the blackness ran up the chair slipping into the joints and wheels. Suddenly the chair turned and began to roll itself.

Across the city a large cat walks along the street talking to a shorter one eyed owl.

"Yeah the bitch can't do anything right, You gotta put 'em in their place, its fine to punch 'em around sometimes." The cat laughed to his friend. The owl seemed rather quiet in comparison but laughed along. Coming around a corner a soft squeak stopped them dead in their tracks. Looking up ahead on the side walk Mammon sat quietly staring forward. His large ears twitching listening to their voices. "Get a load of this freak! What a fucking loser! In a fucking wheelchair even in hell!" The owl snickered loudly.

"Oh my god what a fucking retard!" The cat walked forward towards him not noticing no one else was on the street.

As they drew closer the demons face twisted into a smile. Two hands silently sliding up from the pavement. Black as sin as the long clawed fingers suddenly wrapped around the two of them. Hearing them let out soft squeaker toy style squeaks. Looking up they finally took notice of the great shadow beast on the building ahead. Smiling down at them its hands stretched out holding onto a multitude of others. Mammon had been sitting there long enough to have captured everyone who had just been walking by. They two looked at one another before suddenly they were pulled up to Mammon face by the hands.

"Which one of you is the associate of the female named Charity?" Mammon reached out feeling the Owls face.

"Not me..." The owl gulped. Closing his hand suddenly the owl's head popped like a grape.

"Then it must be you...the one who said, you have to put them in their place correct?" He brought his claws over dragging them harshly over the cats face cutting deep as he growled softly. "What did you call me again?" He leaned in. The cat barely squeaked out a response and Mammon nodded. The shadow faded dropping the others who had wandered in. Each of those long black hands raising up around the cat, pulling each of his arms and legs out taught. The massive round head raising up behind him. Putting the poor demons head inside of its mouth raising its teeth up like the sharp blade of a guillotine.

"I'm not an envious man child, I don't want anything you have...I simply need it, and your girlfriend is now mine. She has become one of my prized possessions and I do not part with what is...mine!" Mammon's white eyes turned a savage red. His voice growing intense and dark as his eyes shined past his glasses. "And those who damage my property, may face me as judge, jury, and...executioner." He slid his hands along his cane.

"Anything to say before your sentencing dear boy?" He growled softly.

"No? I didn't think so..." He cackled under his breath. The cat never had a chance to respond before the shadow beasts mouth shut hard and fast. Clamping down across his neck with no resistance. Its eyes curled up before it opened again taking another hard sudden bite devouring its meal as its master watched. With a wicked smile his shadow returned him to the bank just in time for Charity to meet him at the door.

"Oh sir? What are you doing out here? Did you go somewhere?" She asked opening the door. Seeing her boss outside for the first time. A large hand of his shadow carrying the chair up the steps.

"Just felt like going for a walk with my new found freedom my dear, did you finish your job?" He asked. With a nod she smiled taking notice to the few drops of blood on his sleeve a dark little smile crossed her face.

Charity of course new exactly where he had gone. Getting her powerful, older, greedy old boss more mobile was an obvious move. She had been beaten more times than she'd like to count. Her father, uncle, mother, step mother, boyfriends, and later husband all beat her. She was like a magnet for it until of course she found the easiest way out of the cycle was to overdose. Then coming to hell and starting the same cycle over again destroyed all her hope. Opening the door she cheerfully allowed her boss to enter. The next move was simply letting him see her eye. She didn't mind being seen as a possession. It was a far cry from being a punching bag. He was kind to her and showed her respect. Even if he did want to sit her on a self as a trophy. It would be more than any other man had done for her in her life.

"Sir you have a few drops of blood on your sleeve please let me." She pulled a napkin from her blouse. Bringing it down she wiped the blood from the fine fabric. Smiling up at him all the while as he brought his hand to her head. Softly running his claws through her hair. Petting her head as if she was a puppy.

"Such a sweet girl you are." He smiled as she giggled under his touch, she was entranced by this demon of greed.

Charity had started what Charlie had finished, changing this fallen angel's eyes from money to something far more potent. Moving from his bank vault where he poured over his money. He now focused himself on collecting things of great value. Surrounding himself with items lost from the human world. Great collections of lost pieces, tombs faded to the ages, torture devices used to kill the most notorious men and women. Charity had been running the museum for quite some time. Doing everything to lord Mammon's orders.

Till that fateful day, Charlie had come see her uncle for quite some time. She shined just like Charity to him. He found growing in his old age he had come to enjoy their company. Showing Charlie around his museum teaching her all about history. Charlie had been spending her day with her uncle. Sadly being cooped up all day didn't wasn't the most fun. Charlie had recommended they go for a walk, of course Mammon was more than willing to oblige.

Charlie smiled pushing her uncle wheelchair along like a proper niece.

"I'm not going to fast am I?" She asked looking over his shoulder.

"Of course not my dear." He looked back at her.

"So I've been thinking maybe I should be like you all! Maybe go out and start doing something myself, you opened a museum and uncle Beezel has his club. Maybe I could do something as well" She sounded so cheerful. The park was empty mostly the trees completely free of leaves. The grass overgrown from what little light could reach. Homeless demons laying about on the old broken benches. A few small rats darting between the overflowing trash cans. Needles and other things scattered about.

"Are you sure my dear? Running something like what we run takes quite a lot." He tapped his cane gently

"I know but maybe its what I'm meant to do, I can actually do some good so maybe we don't have to watch them come down and kill everyone every year," A soft sigh came from her mouth. Mammon nodded thinking about her proposition before suddenly he felt her grip let go.

"Charlie?..." He questioned as the chair rolled forward slightly. Raising his hand the chair came to a stop and he looked back over his shoulder. Seeing two heavily armed thugs standing on each side of her, a blade to her throat and a gun to her head. "Uncle..." Charlie gulped.

Suddenly Mammon vanished from the chair, one thug had no time to react. Fine lines suddenly appeared across his bodies like wire small seeps of blood running down from each line dripping to the floor before his bodies fell to pieces. Charlie gasped stepping back from the mess bumping into something. She could feel the full malice of greed burning behind her. Black feathers fluttered down around her. Two large left arms wrapped around her and pulled her back to his chest. The top being her uncles arm while the bottom was his shadows. The long blade like pointed nose of her uncle sliding over her shoulder. His two right arms held outwards at the other side. The wooden shaft of his cane removed showing the razor thin blade. Four large black wings outstretched behind him casting a shadow over them. Her uncle's bone white eyes gleaming under his black glasses.

"How dare you filth...how dare you lay a hand on her!" Mammon roared. His voice had become dark and twisted. "You stupid fucks don't deserve death...you deserve oblivion!" His wings opened wide sending a flurry of black feathers forward casting the other demon in shadow. Like quicksand his body began to slide into the ground falling through the ground as if it had vanished. Lowering his wings the ground suddenly became solid again. stopping at the demons neck leaving him nearly buried alive.

"Beg for your life and I may spare your worthless soul!" Stepping forward the ground seemed to shiver. Charlie shook slightly as he approached unable to leave him as he held her tightly. The mans eyes rose meeting the arch demons face with a horrified stare. He felt the darkness running up face. The depth of the blackness stretching deep into him.

"Uncle stop!" Charlie screamed. Turning suddenly she hugs his neck as liquid gold began to drool from the demons lips. Holding onto him tightly the she could feel the worry in him. He hadn't changed to this to protect himself. Only to protect her as his arms tightened around her. "Uncle...I'm ok...I promise" She softly spoke holding him tighter. Growling gently his shadowy appendages began to fade. The black wings on his back dissolved away as he let out a soft growl. His shadow sunk back down returning to his feet. The milky white returning to his eyes.

"I couldn't have lived with myself if they had harmed you." He whispered softly tapping the razor tip of his sword on the ground. The wood returning to coat the blade reforming his cane he leaned forward onto it.

"Its ok, you just lost your temper," Charlie pulled back and smiled up at her uncle. He hugged her softly before she guided him back to his chair. Glancing down at the demon. Suffering a fate worse than death as he choked on the gold filling his lungs. Unable to move as he coughs softly. "Um maybe we should...you know," Charlie gulped a little.

"Let him suffer, he will die in time," Mammon returned to his seat. This had cut their walk shortly.

Mammon shook his head returning from his thoughts still with Charlie atop Club Bug. Staring down at the line leading into the room below. "Charlie you may have all my help I can give, even if it as simple as passing out some pamphlets to the scavengers," He smiled at her. Holding his hand out she took it and stepped over. Hugging him tightly his shadow whimpered.

"Aw and of course thank you too Avarice!" She smiled down at it.

With a snap the darkness wrapped around them once again returning them to the others. Upon returning they found Vaggie holding back Alastor, him and Baal staring each other down. Fire pouring off Baals body as radio interference sparked around Alastor.

"You almost missed it Mammon, These two are gonna tear into each other!" Belphagor hissed.

"Nah we're just gonna see me kick this scrawny maneater's ass!" Baal growled.

"Oh you will will you!" Alastor growled back. Azmodeaus rolled his eyes and turned diverting his attention from the stage below. Swinging his hand two large globs of purple slime detached from it splashing onto the the two suddenly coating them in the dense purple goo.

"Down boys no need to get so riled up. We're all friends here." Azmodeaus chuckled leaning back against his hand. The dense purple slime sunk into their clothes sparking as they tried to shake off. Looking down they both tried to flare up their power feeling the slime muting them almost stifling their abilities down to nearly nothing.

"Oh god what is this stuff?" Vaggie stepped back feeling it on her hands.

"Yes I'm quite interested in knowing what I'm now covered in..." Alastor turned his head over to look at Azmodeaus. The flamboyant overdressed slime simply snickered to himself tossing his head back running his fingers through his hair.

"It's a little piece of me darlings, as long as its on you your harmless, helps me keep everyone under me in order." He snickered. Charlie couldn't help but let a little snicker run out of her mouth. Walking over she pulled her handkerchief from her pocket bringing it up helping Vaggie wipe her hands.

"Don't worry it comes off with soap and water and it washes out of cloths pretty easily." She reassured them. Alastor pulled his own handkerchief from his pocket wiping down his face softly. "It also makes some excellent lube for those tight spaces." Azmodeaus let his long tongue slide out across his lips. Alastor shuttered slightly and began flicking it off of himself. Baal stood beside him letting the fire build up in him burning away the gunk as quickly as he could.

"Vaggie could you do me a favor and take Alastor downstairs I don't think starting a fight would be in our best interest." she smiled.

"Yeah I don't think so either." Vaggie rubbed her clean hands together. Alastor growled softly to himself following the cyclops down leaving Charlie alone with her family.

"Oh good now that the rabble is gone! Charlie my lovely little darling sweet cake you can't just tell us to step out of your life completely!," Leviathan reached over. Grabbing the pale girl pulling her against herself smothering her in her cleavage. A muffled response came from the struggling princess.

"She's not saying that you cow," Azmodeaus sighed leaning back on his chair.

"I take offense to that remark." Baal growled.

"She's not?" Leviathan pulled Charlie from her bossom. Charlie took a loud sudden breath huffing loudly to catch the air she had been deprived of.

"Of course not, she wants us to be a part of her life but just not a part of her job." Mammon lifted his cane. Slapping Leviathans large hands making her release Charlie.

"I agree that we should be at arms length with her Hotel." Beezel spoke up over them all. All eyes in the room turned to him as he chuckled. Leaning forward he raising his interlaced fingers under his chin. Almost everyone stared at him as if he was insane.

"What do you mean bug boi? We can't just step back and let her get herself killed by some dumb ass in a red suit!" Baal growled up at him. The child like adults horns catching fire as he grew a little angry with the insect.

"I think what Charlie wants is for us to simply allow her to grow on her own. She wants to see what she can do without us there interfere" Beezel stated his chirping lisp drawing out his r's.

"Yes now that doesn't mean we can't act as a net to help catch her if anything were to happen." Mammon nodded pulling up next to the spiders throne. The two elders of the group seemed to be in agreement with allowing her to run it on her own.

"But we can be so much more!" Leviathan suddenly began to sob.

"Is that what you want Charlie?" Belphagor stepped up her mechanical legs gripping the floor as she looked down at her niece.

"Of course! I would never tell all of you to just get out of my life...your my family. You've done more for me than anyone and if anything happens you all will be the first people I call." Charlie spoke over all of them. With a nod Belphagor walked over to Beezel's side. With a shy smile she looked at Leviathan and Baal. Azmodeaus would only ever help her to get closer to her father. Baal growled to himself and rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah yeah look I'll do it but I'm not a fan of the smiling cannibal your associating with," Baal crossed his arms. Giving her shorter uncle and hug she smiled wide.

"Aw thank you!" Charlie smiled.

Looking up at her Aunt the large fish kept her arms crossed. Huffing and pouting she refused to look down at her. "Auntie? Are you really not gonna help me?" Charlie gave a small frown. Putting on a show for her. Leviathan let a soft sigh and let out a loud groan.

"Oh dearie I would always help you! And if this is what you want...then I will simply have to get over it." Leviathan sighed rubbing her forehead, agreeing without a second thought Leviathan returned to her seat.

"Then it is settled the Lords of Sin promise to leave the Happy...Pardon, Hazbin Hotel in the hands of Charlie Magne and her caretakers for as long as she wishes." Beezel sat up and spoke clearly. Each nodded holding themselves to their words. Charlie smiled looking at her family seeing that they all cared for her. As dangerous and horrible as each of them was they loved her more than any other creature in existence. "And you are welcome to enjoy the club for the rest of the evening," Beezel smiled standing up his long insect legs clicked as he walked over. Sliding his arm around her gently he led her back out of the private box, the others began to speak among themselves quietly.

"Do you think they'll keep their word?" Charlie looked to her uncle.

"Of course they will, well at least most of them will but I would speak to each of them alone to be sure." He led her to the staircase. Leading her down his long legs clacked softly as she followed at his side. Reaching the bottom the view was perfect, seeing the throngs of the rich and famous gorging themselves at his buffet. Walking along he stopped seeing the radio demon staring down at a spot on the buffet. Passing behind him his primary eye glanced over. For a brief moment he glanced through the demons eyes. Seeing him looking down at a large perfectly cooked slice of venison. Steaming so perfectly warm and cooked through. Alastor glanced back at the arch demon meeting his eye, he knew well enough not to taste the food on this cursed buffet. Knowing that one taste would ruin the flavor of any meat he could possibly eat afterwards.

However, Husker laid nearly passed out at the group's table, more than a few bottles of expensive liquor scattered about around him. Nifty shaking her head looking down at him. The alabaster and fairy pink spider sitting in his chair finishing off his plate of spaghetti. Licking his lips as he did loving the taste. It was a plate of his mothers famous pasta sauce. He hadn't had it for so long that he was nearly moaning as he slurped down the long pasta. A goofy smile running across his face as he melted down into his seat.

"You have no idea, how fucking good this is!" He blurted out to the others.

"Yeah it's smearing across your chin." Vaggie rolled her eye at him.

"Its not the only thing that could be on my face." Angel smirked across at her, a frustrated blush running across her face as she crossed her arms.

Their attention was drawn away suddenly to the approaching figures, Vaggie smiled a little seeing her girlfriend approaching so happy. Beezel waved his claws softly and her chair slid out for her. Charlie took a seat as Angel stared intensely. A lord of sin with money, power, and nothing but time stood before him. An evil little grin ran across his smug adorable face.