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Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty Eighty: Heaven’s Best

(told from Vox’s POV)

As we wait for the portal to Heaven to open, I pace back in forth in the lobby.

“Vox.”

“Charlotte. Hey. You ready?”

“Physically or mentally?”

“Both.”

“Physically, yes. Mentally, no.”

“Your conversation with Al not go too well?”

“Too well. I got my information, but I don’t understand how to process all of it.”

“Well, if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me, okay?”

“Thanks, Vox. I’ll take you up on that eventually.”

“I’ll wait for you.” The portal opens and Vox stares into it, surprised.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” We step through the portal together, embracing the harsh light. We see a small person in the distance, smiling as he sits at his very tall desk. We walk over towards those legendary gates of heaven, surrounded by clouds. “Hello there!” Charlie waves at the short looking man enthusiastically, trying to push the conversation with Al down for now.

“Oh hello there new souls! Gan I get a name?”

“Charlotte. Charlotte Morningstar.”

“Woah there. I think you’re a little lost there, dear. Perhaps you can be escorted down.”

“I’m in the right place. I have a meeting with the Seraphim today.”

“Okay! Let me just call-”

“There’s no need for that, St. Peter.” A woman flies down towards me and Charlie, an angelic presence emanating from her, with a smaller angel next to her. “Welcome, Princess Charlotte and companion, to Heaven. I am Sera, the Head Seraphim. This is Emily.” The small girl walks over to Charlie, a smile beaming on her face. “It’s lovely to meet you! I’ve never met anyone from Hell before! Let alone a Princess!”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m Charlie.”

“Emily Or Em. Or E. Whatever you like!”

“My name is Vox, dear Emily. I am the primary funder of the Hotel.”

“Is Vox your real name?” I smile frustratedly, hoping that question wouldn’t arise.

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“Yeah, Vox. What is your real name?” Charlie looks at me smugly, playing along.

“I’m not saying . Just Vox is fine, Miss Emily.”

“Okay Mr. Vox. It’s nice to meet you as well.” She sticks out her hand to shake mine, and I comply, shaking it.

“Well, shall we get started,” Sera says, opening the Gates Of Heaven. Follow me, please.” To my surprise, Charlie spreads her wings, taking flight. “Come on, Vox.”

“Yes Your Majesty.” I take her hands and she lifts me up, flying behind the two Seraphim. As we fly, I look down at the people of Heaven, and see how happy they seem. If only I could bring Charlotte that happiness. The happiness she deserves. But I don’t know how to help her. Maybe someone here does.

When we land, we enter a shimmering building, its presence feeling holy in a way. The two Seraphim guide us to a room where we will be staying while we’re in Heaven. “We will let you settle in before we give you a tour. Does that work?” Sera keeps a neutral face as she speaks, showing neither like nor dislike.

“That’s fine. Thank you, Sera.”

“You’re welcome.” She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

“Charlie.”

“Yes Vox?”

“You wanna talk?”

“What about?”

“Anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m not okay. Everything I thought about my family is a complete lie. Would you be okay if you found out your entire life was a lie?”

“I wasn’t okay. I’ve been where you are, Charlie. It sucks like shit. But moving on is the healthiest option.”

“Healthiest, yet the hardest, huh.”

“Yep.”

“I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am infuriated. At my dad, my mom, and me.”

“Being mad isn’t going to help, but you have every reason to. I-” A knock on the door is heard, Charlie opening the door. “Hello?”

“Hello! You must be Charlie.” An angel stands in front of her in the doorway, emanating a holy light.

“I am. Who might you be?”

"My name is Chamuel, the Angel of Peace. It’s a pleasure to meet my niece. In person before any of my other siblings. Is your father with you?”

“No. He’s back at home, watching over the hotel in my absence.”

“I have heard of this hotel. It seems like an excellent place and idea. Heaven should support you. Although there are some people who disagree with my opinion.”

“Other archangels?” I enter the conversation, interested in the information he might have.

“Indeed. Some others are against this Hotel, while some are for it. It truly depends on their view of redemption in a person. And who might you be, strange looking man in a woman’s room?”

“My name is Vox. Charlotte’s sponsor of the hotel.”

“You didn’t bring the fallen with you?”

“My dad?”

“No.” He stops, withholding information. “Nevermind, I was thinking of your father.” That’s suspicious. He’s hiding something. I’ll try to get it out of him later. “Anyway, young Nephilim, I wanted to congratulate you.”

“On what?”

“Making redemption possible. I assume you have a candidate who has a chance?”

“Yes.”

“What might their name be so I may search.”

“Anthony. I don’t know his last name.

“His name’s Anthony Rossi. He was the son of Baron Rossi, the head of the Rossi Mafia Family,” I say, telling the Archangel.

“Thank you.”

“When did you find that out?” Charlie looks surprised. I assume she didn’t know or Anthony hasn’t told her yet in their therapy yet.

“When I was alive. I was familiar with the Rossi family. His dad talked about him and marrying him off.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about that?”

“It’s not something to be proud of for him. His family put him through a lot of shit.”

“That part I got. Parents do that.”

“Alright, Milady and Gentleman. Anthony Rossi, died from a drug overdose. Other than his addiction and accidental murder, his records pretty clean.”

“Who did he murder?”

“His father. In my unholy opinion,... he deserved it. That man was an abusive parent towards his kids.”

“Kids? He has siblings?” Both of our faces went into shock, surprised at the words that had just came out of his mouth.

“Two. An older brother and a younger sister, who’s here in Heaven.”

“Can we meet her?” Charlie smiles excitedly, which makes me smile as well.

“Sure! I’ll take you both to her. But you will have to put a more angelic appearance, Mr. Vox.”

“I don’t have the ability to do that,” I say, confused.

“I do,” Charlie says, looking at me. “It might tingle but to people you don’t know, they will see you in a more human form. But to me, you’ll look like your normal self. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Thank you, Charlie.”

“I haven’t done it yet, Vox.” Charlie changes form, horns, wings, tail and talons appearing as she begins to work her magic. Her spell seems more ancient than Alastor’s, the words a completely different language. If I had to guess, it would be Ancient Demonic, but I can’t tell. Then she stops, the room no longer glowing. I look at myself, and nothing has changed. “Charlie. I don’t think it worked.”

“Look in the mirror.” I turn around and see someone else in my place.

“Is that me? I look super different.” I had blue and red hair, tan skin, a blue and red copy of the suit I had on, and a top hat with antennae on that looked just like my small one. “This is incredible. Thank you, Charlie.” “You’re welcome, Vox.”

“Well,” Chamuel says, looking at the two. “Shall we get going?”

“Sure! Let’s go."

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Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Promise Me

(told from Alastor’s POV)

As I watch Charlotte walk away, furious and saddened, I can’t help but feel like it was my fault. “Charlie?”

“What, Alastor?”

“I’m sorry. I had no intention of telling you any of this. I knew it would cause you pain.”

“I am thankful that you are sorry. But it’s not your fault. It’s Dad’s for not telling me sooner.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Ask him about it later. We have to prepare to meet with Heaven.”

“What? What meeting?”

“It came in the mail yesterday. A portal will open in a few hours and I need to be ready to walk through it with Vox.”

“Does he know?”

“No. I’m about to go tell him.”

“I’ll pack his things then. But are you sure you wish to take Vox to Heaven?”

“I’m sure.”

“Very well. I shall make haste with his things then.”

“Thank you, Alastor.”

“Of course, Charlotte.” I summon Vox’s favorite suitcase and begin to pack it, putting in the things he will surely need inside of it: Clothes, power bank because I do not know if there will be any way for him to charge up there, and some other things. “Al.” Vox appears in the room, stress evident on his screen.

“What is it my dear?”

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That Charlie was going to take me!”

“She had just informed me before she went to fetch you. I packed your bag.”

“Thank you.”

“Try not to kill the First Man, okay? He’s mine.”

“No promises honey. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?”

“Have a good trip.”

“Thanks.” Vox leaves once more, the silence and ambience of the room returning to its original state. I sit on the large bed alone, thinking about how it could go. “Please return safely, mon cher.”

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Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty Eighty: Heaven’s Best

(told from Vox’s POV)

As we wait for the portal to Heaven to open, I pace back in forth in the lobby.

“Vox.”

“Charlotte. Hey. You ready?”

“Physically or mentally?”

“Both.”

“Physically, yes. Mentally, no.”

“Your conversation with Al not go too well?”

“Too well. I got my information, but I don’t understand how to process all of it.”

“Well, if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me, okay?”

“Thanks, Vox. I’ll take you up on that eventually.”

“I’ll wait for you.” The portal opens and Vox stares into it, surprised.

“You ready?”

“Oh hello there new souls! Gan I get a name?”

“Charlotte. Charlotte Morningstar.”

“Woah there. I think you’re a little lost there, dear. Perhaps you can be escorted down.”

“I’m in the right place. I have a meeting with the Seraphim today.”

“Okay! Let me just call-”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’m Charlie.”

“Emily Or Em. Or E. Whatever you like!”

“My name is Vox, dear Emily. I am the primary funder of the Hotel.”

“Is Vox your real name?” I smile frustratedly, hoping that question wouldn’t arise.

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“Yeah, Vox. What is your real name?” Charlie looks at me smugly, playing along.

“I’m not saying . Just Vox is fine, Miss Emily.”

“Okay Mr. Vox. It’s nice to meet you as well.” She sticks out her hand to shake mine, and I comply, shaking it.

“Well, shall we get started,” Sera says, opening the Gates Of Heaven. Follow me, please.” To my surprise, Charlie spreads her wings, taking flight. “Come on, Vox.”

“That’s fine. Thank you, Sera.”

“You’re welcome.” She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

“Charlie.”

“Yes Vox?”

“You wanna talk?”

“What about?”

“Anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m not okay. Everything I thought about my family is a complete lie. Would you be okay if you found out your entire life was a lie?”

“I wasn’t okay. I’ve been where you are, Charlie. It sucks like shit. But moving on is the healthiest option.”

“Healthiest, yet the hardest, huh.”

“Yep.”

“I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am infuriated. At my dad, my mom, and me.”

“Being mad isn’t going to help, but you have every reason to. I-” A knock on the door is heard, Charlie opening the door. “Hello?”

“Hello! You must be Charlie.” An angel stands in front of her in the doorway, emanating a holy light.

“I am. Who might you be?”

"My name is Chamuel, the Angel of Peace. It’s a pleasure to meet my niece. In person before any of my other siblings. Is your father with you?”

“No. He’s back at home, watching over the hotel in my absence.”

“I have heard of this hotel. It seems like an excellent place and idea. Heaven should support you. Although there are some people who disagree with my opinion.”

“Other archangels?” I enter the conversation, interested in the information he might have.

“Indeed. Some others are against this Hotel, while some are for it. It truly depends on their view of redemption in a person. And who might you be, strange looking man in a woman’s room?”

“My name is Vox. Charlotte’s sponsor of the hotel.”

“You didn’t bring the fallen with you?”

“My dad?”

“On what?”

“Making redemption possible. I assume you have a candidate who has a chance?”

“Yes.”

“What might their name be so I may search.”

“Anthony. I don’t know his last name.

“His name’s Anthony Rossi. He was the son of Baron Rossi, the head of the Rossi Mafia Family,” I say, telling the Archangel.

“Thank you.”

“When did you find that out?” Charlie looks surprised. I assume she didn’t know or Anthony hasn’t told her yet in their therapy yet.

“When I was alive. I was familiar with the Rossi family. His dad talked about him and marrying him off.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about that?”

“It’s not something to be proud of for him. His family put him through a lot of shit.”

“That part I got. Parents do that.”

“Alright, Milady and Gentleman. Anthony Rossi, died from a drug overdose. Other than his addiction and accidental murder, his records pretty clean.”

“Who did he murder?”

“His father. In my unholy opinion,... he deserved it. That man was an abusive parent towards his kids.”

“Kids? He has siblings?” Both of our faces went into shock, surprised at the words that had just came out of his mouth.

“Two. An older brother and a younger sister, who’s here in Heaven.”

“Can we meet her?” Charlie smiles excitedly, which makes me smile as well.

“Sure! I’ll take you both to her. But you will have to put a more angelic appearance, Mr. Vox.”

“I don’t have the ability to do that,” I say, confused.

“I do,” Charlie says, looking at me. “It might tingle but to people you don’t know, they will see you in a more human form. But to me, you’ll look like your normal self. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Thank you, Charlie.”

“Look in the mirror.” I turn around and see someone else in my place.

“Well,” Chamuel says, looking at the two. “Shall we get going?”

“Sure! Let’s go."

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Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Promise Me

(told from Alastor’s POV)

As I watch Charlotte walk away, furious and saddened, I can’t help but feel like it was my fault. “Charlie?”

“What, Alastor?”

“I’m sorry. I had no intention of telling you any of this. I knew it would cause you pain.”

“I am thankful that you are sorry. But it’s not your fault. It’s Dad’s for not telling me sooner.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Ask him about it later. We have to prepare to meet with Heaven.”

“What? What meeting?”

“It came in the mail yesterday. A portal will open in a few hours and I need to be ready to walk through it with Vox.”

“Does he know?”

“No. I’m about to go tell him.”

“I’ll pack his things then. But are you sure you wish to take Vox to Heaven?”

“I’m sure.”

“Very well. I shall make haste with his things then.”

“Thank you, Alastor.”

“What is it my dear?”

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That Charlie was going to take me!”

“She had just informed me before she went to fetch you. I packed your bag.”

“Thank you.”

“Try not to kill the First Man, okay? He’s mine.”

“No promises honey. I’ll see you in a few days, okay?”

“Have a good trip.”

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The First Encounter(Radioapple)

Part Two of Two

“Lucifer! Welcome!”

“It’s Lucien, sir.”

“Lucien. My apologies. Welcome. Please, come in!”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Drop the formalities, please. It makes me feel old.”

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. It isn’t your fault.”

“Thanks. So what brings me to your quarters?”

“Just want to get to know you more.”

“Okay. Ask away.”

“How long have you been living here?”

“A few years.”

“How old are you?”

“42.” Alastor snorts, laughing at the answer. “What’s so funny?”

“My apologies. You simply just don’t look 42. You look a lot younger than that.”

“Really? Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.”

“Alright, how old is Charlotte?”

“She’s a teenager. 12 years.”

“She seems older, based off her maturity.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen her when she’s delirious.”Lucifer chuckles remembering a few days ago at three a.m. “Anyways, what else?"

“Are you married?” Lucien tenses, uncomfortable"

“Yes. Next question.”

“Did I strike a nerve? Is your wife an uncomfortable topic?”

“Next. Question.”

“My apologies. Next question. Do you like to dance?”

“I haven’t danced in a long time, but I can.”

“Can your daughter dance?”

“Yep. She knows how to do a whole bunch of things. Play violin and piano, dance, sing, etcetera.”

“Do you think she’d be willing to perform with the band tonight?”

“I would have to ask, but I’m sure she would. She enjoys performing.”

“Excellent! We’ll perform tonight.”

“I’ll look forward to it!” Lucifer exits, holding his breath as he leaves.

“That was weird.”

Back in her room, Charlotte lies on her bed, questioning what she saw in the garden. What was that tree? She tries to recall the frame, picturing the tree in the garden. She sees the tree once more, seeing a peculiar man and woman laying against the tree.

“What are we going to do, Luci?”

“That depends. Did you want a kid?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s decided.” The man joins hands with the woman and kisses her, the man looking a lot like her dad. She opens her eyes again, confused yet smiling. “Is that dad?”

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Hours have passed, and it was time for the banquet. Lucien sits down next to Alastor on the right side, with Charlotte on the left. The food is served, everyone enjoying the meal. Alastor glances at Lucien, who is surprised at how luxurious the food is. “Do you eat like this every day?” Lucien asks, looking at Alastor in awe.

“I do. Although sometimes I cook for myself.”

“Is your cooking good?”

“You have said it is, so yes.”

“Did you cook this?”

“No.” Lucien looks at Alastor confused before static fills his head, Lucien seeing Alastor differently for a brief moment. “Are you alright, Lucifer?”

“That’s not my name sir.”

“My apologies. Lucien.”

“I’m quite alright, sir. Thank you.”

“Of course.” A few moments go by as they eat before Alastor speaks once more. “Charlotte, would you like to dance?”

“Sure! I love dancing!”

“Excellent!” Alastor stands and signals to the band to play something joyous. and they begin to dance, the two moving gracefully through the open space as Lucien watches.

“Are you having fun, my dear?”

“I am! I haven’t danced in a long time.”

“Missing your dancing partner?”

“Never had one other than Dad.”

“Well, now you have me in your arsenal as well.” Charlotte giggles at his statement, making Alastor smile. “Would you like to play with the band as well?”

“Of course!” Charlie laughs happily, smiling wide. Lucien smiles as well, happy that his daughter is enjoying herself. When the song finishes, they bow and Alastor gestures to Lucien to come dance with him as well while Charlie heads to the stage to play with the band. Lucien complies ad joins him on the dance floor, dancing to the band, as Alastor sings along to the song.

Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy

Why so sad, so downright unhappy?

That's not my cup of tea

You know that this could be your last day here on earth

So buddy, please, won't you smile just for me?

My dear, my dear, no, you don't have to cry

That ain't a pretty legacy to leave behind

Stop and smell the roses while you've got the time

Pretty soon, you'll be pushin' up daisies where the sun don't shine

Pretty soon, I'll be pushin' up daisies whеre the sun don't shine

As the two dance, more and more flashbacks come to Lucien, the man holding his hand dancing with him looking different than he does now, which Lucien tries to shove down but can’t. It overwhelms him immensely to the point that he runs off as soon as the song ends. Alastor grimly smiles, his pieces falling into place as he follows after him. “Lucifer!”

“Don’t mess with me! Ever since we’ve been in this mansion, strange things have been happening. And you’re all acting suspicious! What’s going on here?!” Lucien prods his finger into Alastor’s chest, slightly irritating Alastor.

“Now, Now. Let’s calm down,…Lucifer.”

“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name! And what is this place?”

“That IS your name. And this place IS your ‘home’. ” A green cloud surrounds Alastor, enveloping him in smoke. From that smoke he appears, true form revealed. W̸̝̮̔ḙ̷̺͖͌̑͝l̶̰̊c̶̙͕̥̄̋ò̴̰̜͈̾̊m̸̢̩͎̈͒͘ẹ̸̞̿ ̵̖̝̓b̵̺̳́a̸̧̹̽c̷̲͉̀k̷͖̲͌̇͜͠.̴̘̱͉́͝.̷̰̘̭͋̿.̸̠͓͓́̾T̴̩̠̈́o̴̖͋͘̚ ̸̲̙̈́H̷̙̊E̴͈̋L̶̝̦̈́̔̕L̸͉͆!̵̝̚̕

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The First Encounter(inspired by @gioiasart

Part One

Lucien. A simple man, living in a nice house at the edge of town, with his wonderful little girl, Charlie. A divorced man, having lost his wife for not being up to her standards. A creative man, who worked as a craftsman and carpenter, creating masterpieces and selling them. A broken man, one who doesn’t realize that life right now isn’t correct.

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Lucien wakes up one morning, smiling as he steps out of the bed and gets ready for his day. He heads downstairs and begins to cook breakfast, humming to A Spoonful of Sugar. He sways as he flips the pancakes, perfectly in time with the song. He adds some to a plate and pours syrup onto them along with whipped cream to the top.

“Charlie! Breakfast is ready, my dear!”

“Coming!” Charlie flies down the stairs, practically running into the wall at the end of her descent. “Pancakes! Thanks Dad!”

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Charlie. An adorable girl, and the daughter of Lucien. A beautiful girl, with hair as beautiful and rich as gold, despite her being 12. A sweet girl, always being kind to others, respecting them even when they make her mad. A lost girl, not knowing what the future holds for her kindness.

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After breakfast, the two head out to their garden and tend to it, singing along to musicals as they worked. They would pick what was ripe and leave what isn’t to ripen. “Charlie! I found something!”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. A rock?”

"What kind?”

“I can’t tell.” Lucien holds the rock up to the sun and doesn’t see through it.

“Let me see.” He hands her the rock and she does the same, lifting it up to the sun. “Odd.” She sniffs the rock, smelling sulfur and ash. “It smells horrific. Seems to be volcanic.”

“What would volcanic rock be doing in our backyard?”

“I don’t have all the answers, Dad.”

“You have most of them!”

“Most isn't all.”

“Whatever. Do you want to come with me to the city?”

“Of course! I love going to the markets!”

“Well get ready. We leave in 10 minutes, alright.”

“You got it.” She flees back into the house to get ready, handing the stone to me. Lucien looks down at the rock again, feeling a warm spark on his hand. Then a flash.

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Lucien sees a large room. Portraits lined the floors and ducks lined the floors. The room had a crimson hue to it. Then a voice.

“My Lord. Don’t leave, please.”

“I have to, my love. It’s not safe for her here.”

“That’s why I’m here! To protect her! And you!”

“This is final, my love. We will return. I promise.”

“Please…don’t leave.” The man sounded like he was begging him.

“I’m sorry.” Tears are shed from Lucien as he returns to the surface, tears on his face. “Dad?”

“Yes Charlie?”

“Are you okay? You were crying.”

“I’m good. Let’s go, shall we?”

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In the market, Lucien is trading his creations and commissions for supplies while Charlie explores. “John!”

“Luci! How good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you as well, sir. I’ve completed the shelf you requested.” Lucien pulls off the cover and reveals the beautiful cherry wood shelf, shimmering in the sunlight.

“It’s more beautiful than I imagined! Your craftsmanship knows no bounds, Lucien!”

“Thank you, John. I was happy to fulfill the request.”

“Here’s your payment.” John hands him the money and a basket of fruit. “Picked from the garden this morning.”

“They look delicious. I’m sure Charlie will enjoy them. Thank you.”

“Of course. See you next week.”

Lucien leaves John and heads to find Charlie. “Charlie?! Where are you?”

“Dad! Over here!” Her voice. Lucien could tell it sounded different. Like she was in danger. Lucien placed down the fruit basket and ran. Ran as fast as he could towards her direction. Weaving through the crowd of people. “Charlie!”

“Dad!”

“Are you the girl’s father?” Lucien stops at the man’s voice. He recognizes it, but from where? “Hello? Sir?”

“Hm? Oh. Yes, she’s my daughter. Are you okay Charlie?”

“I’m fine, Dad. He helped me.”

“A pleasure to meet you, sir. The name’s Alastor. I’m the Grand Duke.” “Grand Duke? Who’s that?” Everyone began to laugh.

“You don’t know who the Grand Duke is? He reigns over this entire area,” a soldier asks.

“Huh. I did not know that. I’m sorry for my negligence, Grand Duke.”

“What is your name?”

“Lucien, sir.” The Grand Duke’s eyes widen at the name. He offers his hand for Lucien to shake, and he does, a smile on his face.

“Finally. I have found you…Lucifer.”

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Back at home, Charlie and Lucien are eating lunch together, talking about new ideas for the garden design when a knock was heard on the door. “Coming!” He opens the door and sees the Grand Duke from earlier. “Grand Duke? What? What brings you to my home?”

“I am wishing for you to come work for me. You are a craftsman, correct?”

“Yes sir. But there are people better than me, sir.”

“Not in my opinion. According to the people in the village, you are the best craftsman. I am wanting to see if their claims are true or false.”

“If I work for you, sir, what will payment be?”

“Monetary. Along with a place for you and your daughter to stay at the palace, food, and more, depending on what you desire or require. Does that suffice?” Lucien’s face begins to crunch, thinking about his options.

“You have a deal.” Lucien shakes the duke’s hand, a mischievous smile lying on the Grand Duke’s face.

“Excellent!” Alastor snaps his fingers and three men enter the house, heading up the stairs.

“What! What are you doing?!”

“Having them retrieve you and your daughter’s belongings! You both will ride in the carriage with me.”

“We’re leaving right now?”

“Yes. We must get you settled in and I can have a meal with you. Does that sound okay?”

“This is all very sudden, sir!” A scream from upstairs is heard.

“Dad!”

“Coming!” He rushes up the stairs and sees his daughter, frightened by the men that just barged in her room.

“Who are they?! Why are they coming in here?” “They’re not.” He turns to the three men in anger. “Get. Out. Now.”

The men in fear flee running back outside. The Grand Duke walks up the stairs and knocks on the door, alerting them of his presence.

“Charlotte, correct? Are you alright? My apologies for that sudden accident, they were unaware someone inhabited this room, which is my fault. I do wish you will forgive me.”

“You’re the man from earlier. The duke, right?”

“That’s correct, my dear.”

“What are you doing at our house?”

“Well, my dear, I offered you and your father a job at the palace. I wish for your father to be the head craftsman at the palace and for you to be my personal assistant. Would that be alright?”

“You want us to work for you?”

“That is what I said, yes.”

“That sounds like fun! Why not?”

“If she agrees, then fine. We’ll go with you,” Lucien says. “Charlie, pack your stuff please, then hand it to the three gentlemen from earlier.”

“Will we be back? What about the garden?”

“Your garden?”

“Me and my daughter have a large garden in the backyard. If we leave it unattended, they’ll all die.”

“I see. One of my men will remain here and tend to the garden in your absence. Please leave him instructions as to what he needs to do.”

“Will do. Thank you, your highness. I’ll get started on that. It’ll be a long and specific one.” He goes downstairs and begins the list, writing down everything in extravagant detail, leaving the two alone.

“Sir?”

“Yes Charlotte?”

“Why us?”

“Well, I’ve seen your father’s craftsmanship and it’s truly exquisite. And dresses made by you are beautiful.”

“The flattery is too much sir. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“I’m back! And they said that everything’s loaded,” Lucien says, a large smile on his face.

“Then we shall depart! Follow me, you two.” Alastor walks down the stairs, getting onto a horse. Into the carriage you go.”

“Can we ride on a horse?”

“I don’t see why not! Charlotte, you’ll ride with me.” He gets off, allowing Charlie to get on before him. Lucien gets on his own horse from the stable in the back and together, they ride to the Grand Duke’s palace estate. When they arrive, they are given a tour by the Grand Duke, and shown to their chambers to get settled.

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Charlie, curious, prepares to assist the Duke. She heads to his chambers, nervous, and knocks.

“Come in, Charlotte.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“I didn’t.” He did. “Just guessed.”

“Oh. Well, I am here to learn about what I need to know in order to be a good servant to you.”

“Ah. Well, there isn’t much. Just keep me company for now.” He gestures to sit with him, Alastor pulling up a chair for her. Charlie sits next to him, watching as he does paperwork . “Mr. Alastor?”

“Yes, Charlotte?”

“Thank you.”

“For what, my dear?”

“For bringing me and my father here. It’s a lovely place.”

“Indeed. You’re welcome. But did you see the garden?”

“No. It wasn’t part of the tour.”

“Then maybe you can help revive it.”

“Is it dying?”

“Yes. Our gardener just passed away, and the new one doesn’t know much as he was only the apprentice.”

“I can teach him.”

“Wonderful. but he is a pain. Be wary around him. I’ll take you there now.” Alastor stands up and takes Charlie to the garden, where she meets a man named Anthony. "Hello, Anthony.”

“Why hello there, sir~” The man named Anthony bows to the two of them, a sultry voice coming from him. “How can I help you?”

“You, can’t help me. But she can help you. This is Charlotte, who’ll be in charge of the Garden. You will assist when she tells you to. Understand?”

“Yes sir. Nice to meet’cha, Miss Charlotte.”

“Call me Charlie. Now let’s get to work, shall we? We have a Garden to revive.”

“It’s not all dead. There is one still living, surprisingly,” Alastor says, sitting on a park bench to watch.

“This tree don’t die, I promise you.” Anthony walks over to a shimmering tree, showing it to Charlie when she blanks out. Charlie freezes, surprising Anthony. Alastor simply smiles devilishly, as if something had gone his way.

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Charlie’s in a dark place. But sees a small garden on the outskirts of it. She runs towards the plant life, and sees the same tree from outside, but significantly larger. It bore fruit, voluptuous in size. She went to grab one when all she hears is a voice similar to her father’s shouting “WAIT!”

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Back in reality, she sees Anthony holding her hand, stopping her from grabbing a small piece of fruit off the tree. “We’re not allowed to pick fruit from this tree. It’s forbidden.”

“Oh. My apologies.”

“It’s alright my dear. I neglected to mention anything,” Alastor responds from his spot on the bench. “Everything in the garden needs tending to. Except for the tree, understand?”

“Yes, Your Grace,” they both say.

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In the palace, Lucien sits by himself all alone, trying to figure out what to do when a knock is heard from his door. “Coming,” he says, grunting as he gets up. He opens the door and sees a gruff man, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand. “The Duke wishes to see you. Take this as a gift.”

“Thank you…”

“Husker. That’s what the Duke calls me.”

“Thank you Husker. I’ll be right there.” Husker walks away, groaning. Lucien slips his shoes on and heads to the Grand Dukes office, which wasn’t far. He knocks, but nothing is heard on the opposite side. “Hello?”

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