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Vox was back- he'd come crawling to the Hotel's door, begging for a place to stay, and Charlie wasn't one to say no to a helpless sinner.
"Charlie, he literally tried to KILL US ALL!" Vaggi whisper-shouted to her.
"Vaggi, it'll be fine! He says he's sorry, that's the best he can do for now- we just need to give him time and you'll see what a changed sinner he is!" Charlie exclaimed happily. Vox nodded along like he was agreeing, but he was really only here for one thing.
"Is- uh- is Alastor still living here?" he began hopefully. The two girls turned around to look at him, confusion laced in their eyes. "I- I want to apologise for all I've cost him!" Vox blurted out the first excuse that came to his mind, which wasn't entirely wrong- he DID feel bad about what he'd done to Al, but that wasn't why he was there.
"Yeah, his room's upstairs, down the hall and the first door by the corner should be his!" Charlie told him. "But be careful around him- he's still recovering from... you know. Al's pretty beaten up so don't bother him too much-"
"Okay yeah whatever," Vox cut her off, speeding up the stairs and dissapearing into the hall.
"What the fuck?" Vaggi muttered.
...
Vox slowly opened the door of Al's room, peeking in- it was... empty?
"Ah, Vincent, snooping I see?" Vox jumped at the familliar voice, snapping around to see Alastor standing directly behind him. "May you explain why you're here?"
"I- uh-" Vox tried to answer but his eyes were drawn to Alastor's chest, where his shirt was open. The same nasty cut lay across his chest from before, but it was half healed now and slightly less noticable. What he was really looking at was the expanse of fluff around it- it looked so soft, so-
"Vox?" Alastor said sharply, tapping on his screen. "Stop ogling."
"I wasn't- ugh- I came to say- oh nevermind." he pushed his way past the deer and speed walked down the hall.
...
"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed happily, wrapping him up in a big hug. "Have you decided to stay for good?"
"Yes indeed Char-Char!" he replied, immediately wincing at the nickname. "Is the bellhop still here? Or did he die? HAHA!" Lucifer laughed at his own joke, wiping a tear from his eye. "But seriously is he dead or not?"
"Why do you care?" Vaggi asked from the other side of the room. "You always seemed to hate him..."
"I do! His room is just cooler than mine, that's all," he explained hurriedly. Vaggi squinted her eyes and opened her mouth to say something but Charlie was faster.
"So you'll be in your old room! You should still know where that is so I'm guessing I don't have to tell you...?"
"No, I still remember!" Lucifer scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Had it been so long that Charlie was wondering if he still remembered where his room was?
"Well I'll see you tommorow at breakfast then!" Charlie took Vaggi's hand and started leading her away. "Get some rest Dad!"
"I will sweetie, don't worry!" he called after her, watching her dissapear towards the living room. "I just need to make a quick pit stop first..." Luci muttered to himself.