Vaggie had been by Charlie's side for many years, and together they sought a way to rescue demons from Heavenly wrath. As the only Angel opposed to the merciless execution of demons, Vaggie was cast out of Heaven and brutally stripped of her wings. Left to perish in Hell, she was found by the kind-hearted Charlie, who nursed her back to health and forged an unbreakable bond of friendship.

  "So," Vaggie said, "are you sure you're ready to meet your father after all these years? What if he's furious and turns you to ash?"

  Charlie chuckled nervously. "He wouldn't do that... probably!"

  She took a deep breath, her eyes wide with apprehension. Her heart raced, and sweat dripped from her brow.

  A messenger arrived before Lucifer, bearing an unexpected announcement: "The Princess requests an audience with Your Majesty."

  Lucifer's eyebrow arched, and a warm, cunning smile spread across his face.

  "After all these years," he mused, rising from his throne, "Lilith thought she could conceal my own flesh and blood from me. And she escaped my castle, exploiting my blind devotion to her."

  Lucifer commanded, "Prepare the finest cuisine, Chef! Ensure not a speck of dust remains in the castle by her arrival. Ready her quarters; she won't be departing."

  His crimson eyes locked onto a guard, who bowed and replied, "Vox has been summoned, Your Majesty."

  Lucifer's chuckle sent a shiver through the air. "Inform my daughter that her father awaits her at the dinner table."

  Charlie's hands trembled as she received the message. She was nervous about facing her father.

  Vaggie noticed her unease and offered, "I can accompany you as your assistant, Your Majesty."

  As she spoke, Vaggie efficiently smoothed out her dress, her eyes never leaving Charlie's face.

  On the other hand, Vox arrived at the castle and bowed before Lucifer, saying, "Greetings, the greatest king of Hell." Lucifer smirked, his red eyes glowing with anger, as he retorted, "I am the only king of Hell; therefore, what greatness can be attributed to me when there's no one to compare me to?" He then descended from his throne.

  Vox sweated profusely, yet kept his head bowed. Lucifer's smile broadened, and he placed his index finger under Vox's chin, lifting it. Whispering into Vox's ear, he warned, "Don't think you can deceive me. I'm aware of the events of that day and how Lilith escaped my notice. I know everything. The question remains, Vox, my loyal servant: which side will you take now?"

  Vox sweated profusely, his body trembling. In a quivering voice, he asked, "W-what are you implying, Your Majesty? I have always stood by your side."

  Lucifer smirked, his expression amused. "I was merely testing your loyalty, Vox. Why are you sweating, my dear servant?"

  Vox exhaled deeply, relief washing over him. However, Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

  "I am overjoyed," Lucifer declared, "that after ten years, my daughter has finally realized she cannot live without me."

  His red eyes fixed intently on Vox as he declared, "Aren't you happy that she's alive?" Lucifer's gaze was piercing, and Vox struggled to avoid those intense eyes.

  As Lucifer's emotions surged, his red horns protruded, and his black hair whipped around him, fueled by his immense power. The atmosphere transformed, bathing everything in a fiery red hue.

  A messenger entered, but remained silent, fearful of drawing attention and suffering a fatal consequence.

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  Lucifer's gaze shifted to the messenger, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly as he settled back into his throne. He snapped his fingers, and the messenger, still shaking, stuttered, "T-the Princess has arrived, Your Majesty."

  Lucifer's brooding expression transformed into a warm smile as he addressed Vox, "You may go. We'll discuss loyalty another time."

  Turning to the messenger, Lucifer continued, "Ensure the Princess is comfortable in her quarters. Inform her that we'll meet at dinner."

  Vox breathed a sigh of relief, ironic gratitude washing over him. "The Princess I tried to kill saved me," he thought, shaking his head.

  Returning to his quarters, Vox dialed a familiar number. A voice answered, and Vox's words spilled out in frustration. "Do you have any idea what I've endured?"

  The voice on the other end inquired, "Vox, my dear, what happened?"

  Vox's anger flared. "He figured out I work for you!"

  The response was laced with amusement. "Lower your voice, Vox. He's Satan. What did you expect?"

  Vox's irritation boiled over, but the voice continued, now softer, more measured. "Vox, my dear brother, your task remains: eliminate Charlatan Morningstar. Leave Lucifer Morningstar to me. Even if he's suspicious, he's still part of my plan."

  Vox slammed the phone onto the table and snapped his fingers, summoning his secretary.

  A stunning female demon entered, her eyes fixed on Vox. "Yes, Sir?"

  Vox's brooding voice commanded attention. "When is my next broadcast?"

  The secretary adjusted her glasses, scanning the papers on her clipboard. Vox's impatience grew.

  "Secretary, do you have any concept of time? Time is money, darling. Hurry."

  She trembled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes, Sir."

  A flicker of surprise crossed her face.

  Vox's irritation piqued. "What is it now?"

  Vox's eyes widened as he scanned the clipboard, his surprise mirroring his secretary's.

  Meanwhile, Charlie's anxiety lingered, her mind consumed by the impending meeting with her father.

  Vaggie's gentle tone offered comfort. "Why fear him, Charlie? He's the King of Hell, but he's still your father."

  Charlie's nervous chuckle betrayed her unease. "We don't get along. It's... complicated."

  Vaggie sat beside her, empathy etched on her face. "Charlie, you can trust me. I'm here to help."

  Charlie took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I was one, my mother escaped from my father with Angel Ariel's help. But Heaven wouldn't accept me, tainted by Lucifer's blood. Mother left me with Vox."

  Vaggie's eyes widened. "How do you recall this? You were only a year old."

  Charlie's smile hinted at her unique heritage. "Let's just say I'm the Demon King's daughter."

  Vaggie's expression turned serious. "Did Vox try to kill you?"

  Charlie's gaze drifted, her memories fragmented. "No... I don't think so. Maybe Father erased my memories. But at eight, I asked to live alone. Father surprisingly agreed."

  Vaggie's eyebrows rose in astonishment. "He let you? Without a fight?"

  Charlie hesitated, but Vaggie's curiosity won out. "He let me live alone on one condition," Charlie said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I must wear this necklace always."

  Vaggie's eyes locked onto the pendant, her expression awestruck.

  "Dinner time soon," Charlie announced, changing the subject. "Let's dress up, Vaggie."

  Vaggie nodded nervously, smiling.

  Downstairs, Lucifer awaited, resplendent in his white pant coat, adorned with crimson accents. Black gloves encased his hands, and a single red earring gleamed on his ear. His wedding ring shone on his gloved finger. White shoes with intricate red designs completed his ensemble, his coat draped dramatically like a cape.

  As he took his seat at the dinner table, Charlie emerged, stunning in her red suit, embellished with delicate white flowers. Black gloves and heels accentuated her elegance, while her lengthy blonde locks cascaded down her back. Her piercing red eyes flashed with Lucifer's intensity, but her gentle smile and golden hair mirrored Lilith's radiance.

  Every demon in the castle was entranced by Charlie's beauty, their whispers and gasps filling the air.

  Lucifer's gaze locked onto Charlie, his expression unreadable.

  Charlie sat down nervously, but Lucifer's warm smile put her at ease. "I'm glad you kept the necklace," he said. "However, this... Angel cannot dine with us."

  Vaggie, radiant in her all-white ensemble, met Lucifer's blazing gaze with innocent blue eyes.

  Charlie intervened, clapping her hands. "I can't believe you remembered my favorite dishes!"

  Lucifer's eyes shifted, his tone firm. "Char Char, listen. This Angel—"

  "I am listening, Dad," Charlie said, "but I won't ask her to leave. How did you know she's an Angel? She's lost her wings. It took me years to discover her true nature."

  Lucifer sighed. "Hell is full of treacherous demons, dear daughter. Trust only your father."

  Charlie took a bite, speaking with her mouth full. "I twust myshelf two."

  Lucifer gently wiped her mouth with a tissue. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Char Char."

  Charlie set her fork down, meeting her father's gaze. "Why aren't you eating?"

  Lucifer's eyes never left hers. "I want to watch my daughter. Is that wrong?"

  Vaggie nudged Charlie, whispering, "Talk to him."

  Lucifer's fury ignited. A strong gust swept the room, sending objects flying.

  Charlie pleaded, "Dad, stop! What's wrong?"

  Lucifer's grip on Vaggie's neck tightened. "A lowly servant like you dares dress like my Char Char, takes her name, and touches her with filthy hands?"