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I had the amazing opportunity to make art for @azlan-snow for Cherri Bang!

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Lost and Found

Chapter One: The Meeting and History

At the hotel, Charlie, Husk, Angel, Niffty, Alastor, and Vaggie are chilling around when Charlie gets an idea. 

“We’ll be right back!” She grabs Alastor, a stack of posters and handouts, and runs out the door, surprising him. 

“What in the heavens are you doing, Charlotte?”

“We’re recruiting people for our hotel! Send them on the path of redemption!”

“Right now?”

“Yep.” She hands him half of the papers and pushes him along, sending him to find people. Alastor, not liking this idea, hands the papers back to Charlie.

“I will simply accompany you on this endeavor.”

“Okay.” The two walk around the city, advertising the hotel to many different people. Thankfully, they succeed with two people: A man named Izanos: a tall, shirtless and scarred, angry half-snake half-vampire who doesn’t really feed on blood. He has black and orange hair, no shirt(Which grossed Alastor out), and looks practically identical to humans; and a lady named Izra: a half-snake half-vampire who is exceedingly similar to Izanos, since they’re siblings. She was fully clothed, wearing a baggy hoodie and pants, much to alastor’s liking. She waved at Alastor kindly, Alastor returning the wave uncomfortably. 

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Back at the Hotel, Charlie gets the two new guests settled in, while Alastor leaves, heading out to feast.  Once taking the step, he changes his appearance, grayish red skin turns to a medium cocoa, hair from mahogany to a dark brown, ears on his head disappearing and his antlers hidden. His attire doesn’t change at all,  his blood red tailcoat tuxedo remaining. His black button up shirt straightens and his black bowie disappears. He walks through the streets at night,  searching for delicious prey.  As he walks past an alley, he sees a man beating what seems to be his wife,  and chooses that scum as his prey. “Excuse me, Sir,” Alastor says, walking towards the man. The man groans in anger and takes a futile swing at him, only striking air. “Get the fuck out of here! Mind your damn business!” He swings once more and Alastor impales him with his claws, shifting back into his Wendigo in the process. He melts and merges into the shadows. He enters the mind of the woman, consuming her from the inside. She screams shrilly and loudly,  piercing the silence.  Alastor leaves, knowing he left his imprint on the woman and takes her husband’s corpse to the forest to feast. “Finally, a meal. Don’t mind if I do,” he says before he devours it whole, leaving shreds of clothing and bones in his wake from the meal. “Delicious.” Satisfied, he heads to return, but runs into a short man.

“Hey! Watch where you’re-” the short man stops mid sentence, astonished by the man’s beauty. 

“Who are you,” Alastor asks, cocking his head to the side in confusion. 

“What do you mean ‘who am I’?” The man looks at him in shock, not understanding why he’s clueless. But he’s serious. He cannot tell who the man in question is. “I’m Lucifer. The King of the Nine Rings.” Alastor stares at the man blankly before connecting the dots. 

“You’re the man from Charlotte’s family portrait” he whispers, before kneeling rapidly. “Your majesty,” he says aloud, kissing the King’s hand, Lucifer blushing at the gesture. Alastor stands to leave, but Lucifer’s not quite ready for that. With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer puts Alastor in a hypnotic state, pulling on a psychic rope to draw him closer for further examination. As he looks, he notices that the skinny demon is resisting his control, which is a feat of its own, although he’s failing spectacularly. “Woah, there pal. Where do you think you’re going?” Lucifer watches as he gets closer and closer to breaking free through his willpower. Alastor’s internal wendigo is screaming, causing him severe pain as his antlers and body grow larger. Lucifer watches and every second he does, Alastor becomes hotter and hotter.  “Occidere,” he says, and in an instant, Alastor’s completely gone, trapped in a deep hypnotic state. Once again, Lucifer draws him closer, Alastor not fighting against it. Lucifer brings Alastor’s neck down closer to him, smelling his woodish scent, then kisses him.

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At the Hazbin Hotel, Izanos and Izra are listening to Charlie explain about the hotel and the rules, with Vaggie standing next to her, sword in hand resting it’s blade on her shoulder. 

“Toots! Get your ass in here!” Charlie turns towards Angel and walks towards him. 

“What happened?” She sees Husk, the werecat, clutching his stomach in severe pain.

”Dunno.” 

“Husk. Are you okay?” He looks at her, but doesn’t respond. She notices his tucked tail, which means something scared the cat down to his core. She also sees a sleek red collar tucked underneath his shirt collar, causing her to gasp in surprise. She grabs the stumbling Husk and bites him in the neck, causing him to scream in pain. He passes out in Charlie’s arms as Charlie releases, face covered in blood. Vaggie runs and gets a wet towel and hands it to her for her to clean her face. 

“So, what happened?” Angel asks, sipping his drink in fear of being to sober for the answer. 

“No clue.”

Alastor gasps for air, waking up suddenly, in an unfamiliar place. Sitting up, he notices that he’s practically stark naked, wearing nothing but boxers. He looks around the strange room, trying to locate his clothes when Lucifer enters. 

“Hey Alastor! How was your nap?” the King asks, smiling broadly with glee. Alastor flies out the bed, lunging and tacking the king on the floor. “ Get OFF ,” Lucifer commands. Alastor doing immediately against his will. “Thank you. Now go sit back on the bed. We have a few things to discuss.” he looks at Alastor, seeing his pinned back ears. “I’m not going to hurt you Alastor. If I wanted to , you wouldn’t be here.” He hands Alastor a cup of black coffee, hoping to ease the man’s fear. Lucifer sits on the bed, motioning for Alastor to do the same.  Alastor sits as Lucifer begins to explain. “You passed out directly after we had sex.” Alastor blushes deeply at the statement. “I figured I’d bring you here, since I needed to return, and don’t know where you live. Sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my liege.”

“I do have a question for you, though.”

“Ask what you want.”

“Are you a wendigo?” Alastor backs away from him, becoming defensive. “I have no ulterior motives, Alastor. I’m just curious. I was reading the archives one night and when I reached wendigo, you were the only one listed.” Alastor’s tense expression eases, believing the man. “When I saw you under my control, you seemed to hate being in your wendigo state. Is that true?” Alastor stands to put his coffee on the table in front of them.

“It’s not that I don’t like being a wendigo, it’s more-” Alastor gets dizzy as he speaks, before crashing to the ground, passed out again. 

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Husk, finally regaining consciousness after Charlie bit him, sees that very person and jumps in surprise. He begins to groan loudly, seeing Charlie look at him in confusion. “Princess. What happened?”

“Well, you seemed to be in a lot of pain, so I bit your neck.”

“You did What? Why would you do that? Aren’t you the person who’s against the whole bitin’ thing?”

“I didn’t drink any of your blood if that’s what you’re asking. But we couldn’t figure out why, so it was the only idea I had. Sorry for biting you without permission.”

“I don’t blame ya for your quick thinkin.”

“But I have a question that you should be able to answer: Who owns you?” Husk’s face goes pale in fear of answering. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Vaggie. I promise. I won’t hurt you either. But for your safety, I need to know.”

“Its Alastor. He owns me. And Niffty’s human. He snuck her here because of how strange the little woman is. He went out hunting one day, and she saw his demon form, which was invisible to humans.”

“How did he get her past the barrier?”

“You’d have to ask him. I have no clue. I barely believed him when he told me.”

“Odd. Continue.”

“We assumed he could see him because of her knowledge of the supernatural, especially since she seemed to have a knack for it.” 

“Interesting. I’ll save that knowledge for later. Thank you, Husk, for being honest with me.” She hands Husk an ice pack that Vaggie had made for him, along with a cup of water.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” 

“I’ll be back to check on you, okay?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Charlie leaves the room, heading downstairs to look for her phone. She finds it in the main room and dials her father, Lucifer.

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Lucifer, not expecting the phone call, panics and answers promptly. “Char-Char! How are you?!”

“Hey, Dad. Can you come to the hotel?”

“You’re…inviting me over? Of course! Just give me an hour, okay?”

“See you in an hour, Dad. Bye.”

“Bye, honey.” Lucifer hangs up and jumps for joy. He looks over at the large bed and sees an unconscious Alastor, forgetting about him.

“I’ll just take him with me.” 

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Lost And Found( a Radioapple Vanfic)

Prologue 

On the outskirts of the swamp, Lucifer finds a small village. He spots a man, who seems to be in his late sixties. He draws him in, putting the man in a hypnotic state. Leading him further into the swamp, he kills him swiftly in one fluid motion. He bites down into the dead man’s neck, extracting a small amount of blood. He grabs the empty blood bottles out of his satchel and a tube and inserts it into the man’s neck, draining the blood from him. He fills up each bottle until it stops coming out. He disposes of the body, hoping for it to be put out of misery, then leaves to go back home. As he approaches the gate, he begins to find small pieces of red clothing, along with scattered and torn limbs. Inspecting them further, he notices the limbs have bite marks and puncture wounds. “Odd,” he says, poking at the bodies.  He looks up at the trees and sees damage to them. “Must have been something big.” Lucifer chuckles, then crosses over, shutting the door behind him. 

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Back on the other side, a werespider by the name of Angel Dust is attempting to return back home with the drugs he had acquired.  But, a certain someone prevents him from that. 

BOOM! There goes one of Cherri Bomb’s bombs. Cherri, a half-shifter, is launching a turf war with Sir Pentious, a snake shifter.  She launches bombs continuously, scaring the snake man. He retaliates, launching his ray of doom at them and missing just barely. Angel steps out of the taxi and struts over to her. “Shit. Cherri!!” “Angie! Whatcha doin’ here?” “Just on my way home, but I saw you havin’ fun without me and I couldn’t pass that up!” “Well join in, cause it was startin’ ta get borin’!”

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Meanwhile, Vaggie and Charlie are preparing for the interview on the news. 

“Charlie?”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“What are you not going to do?”

“Not sing?”

“No, Charlie. You are not going to sing.”

“Dang it. Why?”

“Because. Do you want to make an ass out of yourself in front of everyone?”

“No.”

“Good. Now you’re going to go out there and not sing. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

She didn’t get it, by the way.

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Back on the battlefield, Cherri and Angel are wrapping up their brutal smackdown on Sir Pentious. They walk away, leaving the poor snake bruised and injured in the ruins of his egg minions and ship. Angel sees Charlie’s limo and tells Cherri goodbye, saying they’ll hang out later and walking over to the limo. He gets in and sees a sad Charlie and a fuming Vaggie waiting for him. 

“What’s got your taco in a twist, Vags?”

“You! You blew it! Our one chance to recruit people to the hotel and you blew it!”

“I didn’t do nothin’, alright?”

“You participated in a turf war and embarrassed Charlie in front of thousands of people!”

“Oh, that. My bad. My girl was in a tight spot! I couldn’t not help out.”

“Yes you could have! You could have left it alone!”

“If it were Charlie, would you have intervened?”

“Heck yeah I would.”

“There’s your answer.” Charlie, who was hunched in the corner of the limo, was an egg, legs pulled in and head buried in her knees. “Are you guys done?”

“Yeah, we’re done, toots.”

“Thank you. We’re here by the way.” Charlie sees the door open and steps out, patting her little winged goat on the head. “Thanks, Razzle.”

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At the hotel, Charlie and Vaggie are hanging out, playing a card game. As Charlie places her card down, she hears a knock on the front door. She opens it and sees a skinny red man at the door.

“Hel-” the door slams on him loudly, not allowing him in. “-lo” it shuts again, leaving the man outside.

“Um, Vaggie?”

“Yeah babe?”

“The Radio Demon is at our door!”

“What?! Hold on.” Vaggie summons her shotgun and approaches the door, ready to fire as Charlie opens the door again.

 “May I speak now?” And Bam! He hits the floor, Vaggie on top of him, barrel of her gun pointed directly at his head. “Do you mind?” He teleports into the shadows, then appears in front of Charlie, knelling.

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“Hello, Princess. May I come in?”

“Sure.” Charlie opens the locked door, and holds it open, letting him in. Vaggie watches intently as he enters,  making sure he doesn’t try anything. “Why are you here?”

“To help, of course! I want to support you and your hotel! I saw your fiasco on the picture show,  and was very moved! I insisted that I had to come and check it out for myself.”

“Let me get this straight. You, mr…”

“Alastor, my dear.”

“Alastor, want to help us?”

“That’s correct!” Charlie squeals and hugs Alastor, him not moving fast enough away from her embrace. She releases him, but Vaggie grabs Charlie, pulling her aside. “Can we talk?”

“What’s up?”

“We cannot accept his help.”

“Why?”

“Charlie, he’s dangerous!” 

“But he’s willing to help us.”

“You’re forgetting who he is, Charlie.”

“I know who he is, Vaggie. And I don’t care. If he presents himself as a threat, you can kill him, okay?”

“Fine.” Charlie walks back over to Alastor, who was looking at the Morningstar family portraits on the wall in curiosity. He thinks about wanting to meet the king, but is called by Charlie. “Alastor. Welcome to the Happy Hotel!”

“Thank you, Princess. You won’t regret it, I promise. Now let’s get to work!” With a snap of his fingers, the hotel begins to change, expanding it, the dull wallpaper replaced with a beautiful crimson color, the creaky floors being replaced with a black spruce wood flooring,  replacing the kitchen equipment and adding a walk-in spice cabinet, creating other technical things like new plumbing, rooms, a bar, and more. Charlie watches the scene unfold in awe, shedding happy tears. Once Alastor finishes, he turns back to Charlie and sees her in tears. He cocks his head in confusion as she outstretches her arms, asking to hug him. He sighs, then walks into her arms and receives the hug, albeit uncomfortable, and hugs her back. 

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Back at the palace, Lucifer is reading a book on the different species to see what kind could have caused the damage he saw on earth. Flipping through the alphabetized pages, he reaches the w’s and and comes across the wendigo, which information is limited on the species. But next to the name he sees two things: one singular number for the number of wendigo species and the name, which reads as ALASTOR.

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i did this one a few days ago. just forgot to post.

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cute snek

drawn from a pic I found on the pin.

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HELP! please

I need help getting some ideas for a staticbelle fanfic. I want to make it that Vox will be the sponsor for the hotel and eventually fall in love with Charlie, but I have no idea what else to add. Any suggestions?

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What do we have here? A teaser for the fic 'Lost and Found' - and if this picture is anything to go by, Alastor has certainly found something! Art by the stunning Ararouge!

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Opinion time

What's your guys' opinion on staticbelle? Would you read a fic if I wrote one about it?

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here's abracadabra by the one and only Lady Gaga.

Song Idea?

Have y'all heard Abracadabra by Lady Gaga yet? If I'm being really honest, I love it. it inspired me to draw something based off of it, which I'll post later today. Does anyone have any song recs I could base a drawing off of?

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Song Idea?

Have y'all heard Abracadabra by Lady Gaga yet? If I'm being really honest, I love it. it inspired me to draw something based off of it, which I'll post later today. Does anyone have any song recs I could base a drawing off of?

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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?”

“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."

[azlan-snow]

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.”