Vox returned to the present, thinking, "I was lucky to have only my face ruined. But I still don't understand why Lucifer spared my life." Okami chimed in, "I remember that horrific night when all the Lords of Sin, except for Pride, perished at the Princess's hands." Vox smiled wryly and said, "Even Lucifer didn't dare disintegrate me." Rose burst into laughter, almost choking on her food. Composing herself, she said, "Oh, poor Vox, you're just a warning to others that Lucifer can make life sufferable. Can't you see your own scars?"

  Vox looked at Rose with eyes that throbbed with intensity. She tried to avoid eye contact, her brow beading with sweat. Vox's expression was so cold that even the six deadly demons felt shivers down their spines. Volentino intervened, his voice breaking the tense silence. "I don't mind coming here and admiring beautiful sweethearts, but what's the real reason you called us?"

  Vox closed his eyes, and his mind wandered back to the moment he received the scars. Lucifer's words still haunted him every night: "You worthless worm! You dare to harm my daughter! You will suffer the punishment of disintegration, but slowly and painfully. Nobody dares to think about harming her." Vox recalled his own desperate pleas for mercy, but Lucifer's cold, burning red eyes had been consumed by bloodlust. In the end, it was only Angel Ariel's intervention that had spared his life. Lucifer had left him with scars, a cruel reminder that his beauty, once his greatest pride and joy, was now forever marred.

  "No one can think about harming her, huh?" Vox murmured, a sly smile spreading across his face. The sudden change in his expression caught everyone off guard. "You call yourselves the seven deadly demons, yet you don't even know the reason for this meeting," Vox said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Even the most pathetic demon in Hell knows that the Queen is returning." The room fell silent, with everyone exchanging questioning glances. Vox let out a frustrated sigh. "You bunch of idiots think you can become demon lords? Foolish demons, she's coming for the Princess. Lucifer will stop at nothing to prevent the Queen from seeing that child. Our job is to clear the way."

  The sleeping serpent demon stirred, opened his eyes, and said in a sleepy tone, "So, basically, Lucifer will send the Princess on a tour of Hell with Alastor, and we have to convince her that demons can't be redeemed without going to Heaven... Right?" Before anyone could respond, he nodded off again, his chest rising and falling with a soft snore. Vox stared at him in surprise for a whole minute, his mouth agape. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "I-I think it's also a good idea. Well my plan was flawless, but I can also accept... yours." Vox's voice trailed off, his eyes fixed on the sleeping demon with a mixture of confusion and admiration.

  Meanwhile, in Heaven, tensions ran high as Lilith prepared to depart. Her mission was to retrieve Charlie, but many souls were vehemently opposed to the idea of the "disobedient blood" setting foot in Heaven. The air was electric with excitement and apprehension, as whispers of dissent spread among the heavenly host.

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  In the Castle of Lucifer, everything was prepared, but one person in Hell remained unaware of Lilith's impending visit. Lucifer entered Charlie's room, where he found Alastor waiting. Alastor bowed upon Lucifer's arrival, saying, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Princess is still unaware." Lucifer dismissed him with a single word: "Go." Alastor departed quietly, leaving Lucifer alone with Charlie. She looked at him with confusion, asking, "What's the thing that I don't know?" Lucifer's expression softened as he pinched her cheeks, saying, "You don't need to know. I came here personally because I wanted to see you happy when I tell you this: you can tour Hell with Alastor." But before he could finish, Charlie excitedly interrupted him, "I won't behave like a child! I won't remove my necklace, I won't talk unnecessarily, and I won't eat anything anyone gives me. Alright?" Lucifer's cold expression returned, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn't appreciate being cut off. Placing a gentle hand on her head, he said, "You need to learn one thing, daughter: never interrupt anyone and never speak until you're prepared to take responsibility for your words. You're a Princess, Char Char. What will you do if you have to go to Heaven without me to protect you? Remember, nobody in Heaven or Hell cares about you."

  Charlie tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, and asked, "Not even you?" Lucifer's expression turned solemn, and he let out a deep sigh. His cold, piercing eyes fixed on Charlie as he spoke, "Charlatan Morningstar, you are a Princess and my only daughter. My expectations from you are far greater than anyone else's. In fact, I don't expect anything from others, but from you, I demand more. You are my family, my flesh and blood. If you blindly trust others, thinking of them as friends, they will inevitably betray you, stabbing you in the back. And it will be your fault, Char Char, for being innocent and naive. As your father, I want you to respect others, but never trust anyone except me. Because I am the only one who has created you, and everyone else wants something from you."

  Charlie's eyes sparkled with understanding as she gazed at Lucifer. She knew exactly what lay behind his words. "Dad, I know you're telling me to stop dreaming about giving redemption to demons," she said, her voice filled with conviction. "I know you're worried about me, but you can also support me in my noble cause. I could really use your help." Lucifer's expression transformed into one of utter disbelief. He stared at Charlie, his eyes wide with incredulity. "Our conversation is over," he declared, his voice firm but laced with a hint of disappointment. "Go and get ready for your tour. I also want you to meet someone who will accompany you and Alastor."

  Charlie emerged wearing a simple yet elegant dress, ready to venture out. Lucifer sat on his throne, exuding his usual air of authority, but beside him stood a demon whose appearance was unsettling. His amber eyes had lost their luster, and his long, navy blue hair fluttered lifelessly. He bowed to Charlie, and as he drew near to kiss her hand in a gesture of loyalty, Alastor intervened, wedging his stick between them. Clearing his throat, he said, "My apologies, but it seems the Princess is not comfortable with this." Lucifer's gaze shifted to Charlie, who trembled in the demon's presence. In a commanding tone, he ordered, "Beelzebub, step away from her. And Charlatan Morningstar, we will need to have a word after your tour."

  Beelzebub departed first, preparing the car for their departure. Charlie glanced around, and Lucifer spoke with an icy gaze, "That pesky angel will not accompany you, even if she were here." Charlie replied, "Dad, I want you to respect her. Her name is Veggie." Alastor placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and bowed to Lucifer, who dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

  As soon as they departed, a messenger entered and announced, "My King, Her Majesty the Queen is en route to the Castle." Lucifer smirked and snapped his fingers. Instantly, his attire transformed, and he donned a sleek white suit with a coat fluttering on his arms, adorned with glittering rubies. His signature red earring gleamed on one ear. With a wave of his hand, the entire castle sparkled, bathed in a radiant glow. Then, with a cold, calculated smile, he commanded, "Let them in!"

  Do you want Charlie to go to Heaven.