FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Chapter 3: Family Dynamics

While Beezel and Baph prepared for their day two other arch-demons began their morning somewhat differently, much as they usually do with one another. Simply getting coffee in a small coffee shop on a quiet street in the west side of Hell. Holding similar status as Beezel himself these two fallen angels walked quietly towards the shop, the first a pure symbol of Sloth, Belphagor, The Mistress of Technology. Feeding off and inspiring the mortal world to continuously advance themselves, simply to keep them overweight and lazy. Flipping her long red hair over her shoulder she walked quietly a high-tech gas mask over the lower half of her face, the large round compressors on each side glowing a faint blue with two large hoses running up the right side of her face. Tucking behind her shoulders into a plate on her neck the hoses housed a neon green fluid running up through them with each breath. Her demon wings replaced with two large metallic engineered wings, shining brightly made of copper and silver. Her lovely demonic legs removed and replaced, changed to much more impressive hydraulic bio engineered legs, each having backwards joint much like an avian ending with four cardinal pointed mechanical toes. Each one of those pointed claws clutching and digging into the solid concrete with each step. Hovering about her in a flurry of multicolored pixels her powers manifesting, small screens showing data, stories, information, all reading in as she walks trusting her legs to carry her where she wants to go. Her body so twisted and changed for the lazy way that even her long beautiful avian tail and large demonic horns were nothing but projected holograms. A slim summer dress on her frame, the skirt like bottom having large circuit board patterns reaching to her knees. With a loud hiss she took a deep breath, forcing the lights of her mask to gleam brightly, bubbles running up the hose in a slight flurry, muttering to herself as she brought her hands up to a screen. Tapping it the screen it changed suddenly to a recording showing her young nieces interview on TV just yesterday.

"Oh Charlie...you're so adorable but must you break out into song?" she muttered to herself.

Walking along her legs suddenly came to a stop, without bothering to look up she already knew someone was standing in front of her, the large form of a male standing over her. The wolf smiled and peered down, a dark sinister smile crossing his face as he looked at the young female.

"Move," She ordered with a short tone.

"Aw little bitch is trying to act tough, what princess? You too high and mighty to get on those....durable knees for a real man? I ain't had no morning fun yet and I was just looking for a sweet little..." The wolf growled before he was suddenly stopped by him lifting her hand. Putting her finger to his lips he blinked staring down at her.

"I said it once I wont say it again," She held her finger there. Getting annoyed the wolf opened his maw and prepared to bite down her finger suddenly but before his mouth could close a few pixels appeared around his head. Twinkling they suddenly formed a muzzle on his face locking around his teeth and face tightly they constricted, the pixels seemed to become reality. Bringing her hand back down she returned her hands to a crossed position while the wolf roared out grabbing at the tightening muzzle, hearing the laces tightening faster behind his head squeezing till his teeth suddenly shattered under the metal. The leather kept tightening, digging into his head till there was a sudden loud pop, twitching the wolf collapsed to his knees like a beautiful red fountain. Raising her foot the large silver toe claws suddenly dove into his body tearing at his body as he lifted him up suddenly, tossing the body into the street and out of her way.

"Well come on Levi gets hungry when she's made to wait and I can't afford another breakfast for her," She grunted seemingly talking to her legs. With no time to waist they continued forward along the street, everyone ahead of her clearing a path to stay out of her way. Leaving a nice straight line down the nearby coffee house.

Meanwhile coming from the opposite direction came a very large female, walking along she towered over everyone else around her. Standing nearly thirteen feet her dark blue skin shinning with large fish scales, her thick pudgy arms leading down to her large hands having a large red ruby ring on each hand holding the fine lace down to her sleeves. Both hands wrapped around her cellphone tightly clicking away, her large painted magenta claws delicately avoiding the screen. Her heavy set upper body covered by a somewhat revealing top, her heavy bust stretching the fabric a bit to much, hanging her little too low and far to high for everyone's taste. The gills on her thick neck hanging like rolls, her wide hips covered by a long skirt down to her ankles, leaving her cankles to be crammed into the far to tight heels just so perfectly showing off her similarly painted toe nails. Her face was round with an eerie smile showing her needle like translucent white teeth, her faint purple hair having a trendy bun leaving enough to hang over her fish fin ears. A few of her bioluminescent yellow spots glowed softly under her large eyes, each one oddly colored with bright pink iris's. Smiling she tapped away on her phone letting the massive angelfish lure hang from the top of her bun, dangling behind her the tip glowed bright yellow reflecting off he shop windows as she passed.

Humming to herself she strutted along oozing confidence in her stride, everyone stepping out of her way as she was clearly not paying attention to where she was walking, given the few smaller demons being squished beneath her heels. Coming to a stop she flicked her hair back and snapped a picture of herself with her camera adding any number of filters and hash tags. While Leviathan was a monster of Envy, she did indulge in the act of showing herself off to everyone who would look or give a "like".

Smiling wide she chuckled to herself sliding her phone down into her pocket and seeing Belphagor walking from the other direction she raised her arm up. "Yoooooohooooo," She yelled out across the street. "Belpha!!" Her cheerful voice radiating out. Raising an eyebrow Belphagor rubbed her forhead softly, walking over to her and looking up at her sister.

"Must you announce yourself so...loudly," She rolled her eyes.

"Oh darling why are you so grumpy today! It supposed to be our brunch date! You know you love it!" The large oarsfish smiled wide as the two continued their way down the street next to one another.

"Did she call you this morning?" Belphagor looked up at her.

"Oh yes she did! The lovely little thing, her mother is so worried and you know Luci wont allow us to interfere! I just don't understand him! How could he be so cruel to his own daughter?" The oversized fish prattled on.

"They just want Charlie to do what's best for herself," Bel chimed in. Huffing at the response four more wolves started following the two. Seeing their friend getting so unceremoniously executed having left a bad taste in their maws, with a growl they picked up speed towards them.

"Deary you do realize their following us correct?" Levi looked down at her younger sibling.

"Yeah I picked off their buddy earlier, it was nothing," Her sister added tapping a few buttons on her screens. Leviathan stopped and turned on her heel looking back at them. Bel's legs stopped suddenly yet she didn't bother to turn around.

"Can I help you boys?" the large woman giggled to herself, smiling wide her massive teeth shined. Without a word every member of the group pulled a gun, each aiming at the duo.

"How rude..." Leviathan flipped her hair. Making her lure flip across and sway in front of her, dangling and shining the light from the lure caught each of their eyes. Suddenly each of them seemed to freeze in place, staring at the lure so intently their pupils widened, the grip on their guns holding strong. "Aw now such cute puppies! Now you boys won't cause us any trouble will you?" She chimed and giggled.

"Did you really have to mind fuck them?" Bel huffed.

"Fucked? I did no such thing! I would never degrade myself in such a way! I simply got them lost in some memory from their living lives. It should take them a few...days to snap out of it." She responded in haste. Both continuing towards the coffee shop leaving the group simply staring off into space as they hold still. People walking up waving their hands in front of them before clearly stealing their wallets, drugs, guns, etc.

Reaching the coffee shop Leviathan grabbed the doorknob and with little effort pulled the door from its hinges. "Oopsie...oh dear they never make things sturdy anymore do they," she smiled tossing the door behind her.

"No, they're simply not built for you," Bel chimed in. Her expressionless face never changing as she stepped in. The few inside gulped seeing both of them. The hipsters having enough knowledge to know to be afraid.

Staring at Belphagor a few of them quickly stood up offering their tables, as they should since the owner of UnderZoom was in their presence. The largest online shop in Hell, buying and selling anything and everything at the press of a button, the top tier of laziness. Never even having to leave ones home to get everything you could desire. Belphagor ignored them as she neared the counter, the barista already had her order up and ready, ordering online prior allowed the mistress of sloth to not have to waste energy speaking to lesser demons. Leaving her arms comfortably crossed in front of her a digitized hand grabbed her cup bringing it up to her. The server gulped and nodded as her sister managed to squeeze through the doorway. Her heels loudly breaking the tiles, the last few remaining customers quickly made their way out with the entrance no longer blocked. Something much worse stood before them, while Belphagor ruled everyone's ability to buy online, Leviathan ran every social media platform available in Hell. As addictive as any drug, she loved to instill the pure envy in others, no better way than giving people a way to brag about their lives. The barista ducked down knowing that a monster had just entered far worse than any other.

Stepping up she glared down and ran her finger across the counter. "Hm...service?" she checked for dust on her fingers. The barista didn't move as he was nearly frozen in fear. "SERVICE!" she demanded again, slamming her hand on the counter. The barista stood up immediately staring up at her evil grin.

"Y...yes ma'am how can I help you?" the dragon like male shook in his shoes.

"You know my dear it is terrible manners to keep a young lady waiting, one would consider it rude," She narrowed her eyes.

"No offense si...ma'am...I um didn't mean any offense," he gulped.

"Oh no need to apologize we all make mistakes, now I would like three vanilla white chocolate lattes with two ice cubes each, no foam, extra whip, two extra vanilla shots each except the third, one espresso shot on the first, all In the largest glass you have and....hm...one chocolate chip muffin, a girl as skinny as me shouldn't but I must treat myself don't you agree?" She prattled on.

"Of course ma'am," He nodded. She cleared her throat making her eyes flash a bright gleaming red.

"Complimentary ma'am for your wait..." He tapped rapidly on the register, making a large free tag pop up across the old fashioned screen.

"Aw you are such a lovely little dear, if I wasn't a busy woman I might just keep you!" She snickered and turned heading towards Belphagor's table. Taking a seat in the small chair hearing the metal groan under her weight as she sat down.

"You always get your way don't you?" Belphagor looked up at her taking her eyes from her screens for the first time.

"Of course, now what do you think little Charlie is going to ask of us? Do you think she'll want us to help with her hotel?" The excitement on the fish's face grew.

"Probably not, she's independent and she's got her little...friend helping her," Belphagor rolled her eyes.

"Oh but she wants us to meet at Beezel's club. So its obviously gonna be a classy affair if she's invited all of us." The fish smiled and posed a little unintentionally, puckering her lips a little.

"Classy? His club offers honey wrestling and a free buffet..." Belgaphor raised an eyebrow.

"Oh you know what I mean dear. You, me, Beezel, Baal, Asmodeaus, and Mammon all together. Oh it will be wonderful!" Levi chimed in.

"You can't turn it into one of her birthday parties and you can't tell Lucifer or Lillith," Belphagor reminded her.

"Oh but...I had so many party ideas and why can't we tell them? They should come as well and we can all have a nice little family gathering!"

"Charlie said not to or did you not actually listen to her,"

"But...fine...I will keep myself from improving it. I do hope she brings all her little friends I'm dying to know who our little Charlie is associating with. After seeing her cause such a delightful little scene yesterday I can't wait!" Levi smiled as the barista brought over her drink all combined in one large pitcher per her request. Smiling she pulled it from his hands. Bringing it to her lips he took a nice long drink before making a squeamish face. "Oh...dearie did you use non fat milk in this? Its horrible honestly did I not make myself clear when I said whole milk?" She looked down at him.

"But..you didn't...say...." the poor dragon boy tried to explain.

"Excuse me? I think I know what I said dearie...oh well I can't drink this," The fish waved her hand, the ground under the barista suddenly became unstable and he fell down with a sudden splash, sinking through the floor as if it had become water. A loud splash coming from him as he struggled to get back above the waters surface. Pouring the pitcher down onto him she turned back to Belphagor. "Good help is so hard to find," She sighed. Gasping and yelling for help the poor boy grabbed onto her skirt holding himself up, this gaining a look of pure disdain down from both of the arch-demons. Simply touching them causing such a look that the boy slowly released his grip on her clothes, choosing to sink back down into the liquid like ground. Sinking down he completely submerged. Falling completely into the darkness, the water silent around him as he held his breath just choosing to sink lower and lower disappearing into the darkest depths. The two demons return their gaze to one another.

"Are we taking my limo or yours?" Levi's face returned to her cheerful smile.

"Mine, I'd rather not smell like fish when I get out of yours," Belphagor returned back to her screens. The two quickly began their own little conversation, the now empty coffee shop giving no interruptions as they spoke.

Across the city at Glutton Inc. Beezel made his way across the lobby, his long legs tapping as the insects who worked for him swarmed about him. Asking questions of every kind, Beezel ignoring most of them. While insects were usually the form gluttons took in the underworld, their powers were meek, their strength even more so meager. Sticking close to Beezel like flies to garbage, knowing his soft spot for their kind would be enough to keep them safe. With a growl he reached the top of the lobby steps a few of his smaller fluffy bee servants appearing gesturing for everyone to get back and keep away from the arch-demon. Moving down the steps Beezel eyed the door to the far left, bugs moving in and out rather quickly carrying boxes, chairs, cleaning supplies, etc. The large green glass of the doors marked with bright gold letters reading "Club Bug" in elegant letters. Making his way over he entered behind them stepping into the currently empty club.

This side entrance entered into a small coat check hallway, walking past the window a few small bugs fluttered out carrying the few wallets left behind by the guests who didn't leave. Moving past the small room he entered the large entertainment center. A large dining room full of hard oak tables, the floor having a large checkerboard pattern. Tables specifically placed on the white squares. At the front of the room stands a large stage and a few gold stripper poles, all purposefully meant to give the dancers a sense of class compared to the seedy strip clubs. A fountain at the stages front spewing a smooth golden honey shower into the pool, the smooth sweet scent moving around the room giving a nice change from the normal rotting stench of hell.

Directly next to the stage a row of curtain covered rooms, all used for the servers to be able to offer more "personal" services in a more private setting. Looking over he checked the green glass of the main entrance, the doors similar to that of the side entrance, having a large red carpet leading in from the outside. Above a massive silk covered chandler hung from the ceiling dangling large gleaming crystals from above with each one acting like a disco ball bouncing light spots around the room.

Across the room between two large potted plants an open archway leads to the "Free" buffet carved into the arch over the entrance reading; "The first plate is free but every bite after will cost you." The long marble tables currently empty, not having any food on them at the moment. As Beezel approached the side of one a grin grew across his face as he ran his hand across the metal plate engraved on the side of the buffet island, the word "Laute" engraved on the plate. Smiling with a single blink the trays suddenly were full of the most luxurious, exotic, and expensive foods. Foie gras, Caviar, kobe beef, large heavy truffles, golden apples, and a pile of bright red meat still dripping and uncooked. In large disproportional cuts its simply piled up nice and high. Something odd about it as he pulled himself away more easily than most.

Moving to the next island he drug his hand across the next plate reading "Studiose". The trays filling once again like before. Fugu Sushi, bottle of 1000 year old wines, cheeses aged for years. Every kind of food that takes ages to prepare or take years to master the preparation of making correctly. Many who come see things only their family could make, things long lost loved ones could only make. Beezel's eyes glared down at a tray of a deep blue glowing liquid. Shining brightly as he tucked his hands behind himself, mana from heaven the most delicious thing found in any world that only this table could recreate.

Pulling himself away he moved to the last table, the final plate reading "Nimis". This table larger than the other two and covered in food of every kind. Burgers, tacos, fried chicken, steaks, pies, cakes, ice cream piled up nearly to the ceiling. Staring up at the pile he blinked and suddenly all of the food vanished.

"All that's worth living for is sex and food...." He muttered to himself walking past the table, heading to a small guarded stairwell leading up to his private box.

Heaving up he found that large private box which overlooked the entire theater area, several large black lounge chairs resting around his central throne made of large centipede carved stones. His legs clacking loudly as he stepped back, sliding into his throne it seemed to shutter beneath him. Resting his hands on the arm rest his eyes gleamed a slight red, the throne seemed wider than his current form, the side showing just how massive and overweight the slender bug used to be. The one reason he isn't easily recognized by many of the people that should fear him. All of the ancient Fallen have changed in recent years, tempted out of their tainted lives by a special someone, someone who changed everything they believed. Pressing a button on his arm rest the curtains closed in front of the theater box, a projector over his head turning on shining on the flat curtains.

Through the image the lights shine showing a much fatter and heavier Beezel sitting on his throne. Playing on the floor in front of him a young beautiful blond child, her porcelain skin perfect as she giggles, playing with her toys she brings them over to her uncle holding them up to him. He reaches down and takes them looking them over and smiles down at his niece. She snickers and takes them grabbing his hand wanting him to play with her, he seemed to grunt as she pulls him unable to move due to the weight. Her expression changes suddenly as she becomes upset that he can't get up to play with her.

Beezel's face turns sour and he looks down at himself, gripping his fists he pushes a plate of food at his side onto the floor. Growling he pushed himself up onto his walker legs feeling his joints groan as he turned away from her. Opening a portal to his side he let out a sudden roar into it, spewing forth billions upon billions of bugs, the portal filling rapidly as his body and skin began to shrink reducing his weight rapidly his legs suddenly held his weight much more easily. Soon at his current size he stopped and wiped the bit of blood from his lip. Turning back to his niece his breathed hard and smiled a bit. Snapping his fingers his suit tightened up and he collapsed in front of her, looking at her he pushed himself up onto his elbows before she got scared. Reaching forward he grabbed one of he toys and weakly began to play with her. His worried and concerned expression turning more happy. She reached down grabbing her toys and began to play with him watching her once huge uncle now able to play with her.

The current Beezel watched from his chair, rubbing his flat stomach as the image changed showing the same young girl now a bit older sitting at her uncle table with him. A large birthday cake in front of her as she smiled, her mother and father standing in the background. Beezel lit the candles for her as Baph sat a large gift box next to her. Smiling she hugged them both and posed as the film came to a stop.

Beezel smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Charlie...you've changed us all, in so many ways," He whispered softly under his breath, hearing a soft clack coming up the steps he pressed the button again turning off the video and opening the curtains. Straightening himself up he adjusted his bow tie, Baph smiled as he stepped in holding a bag up to him.

"Daddy! I got you a new shirt for your little party with Charlie today!" He smiled winking at his master.

"Oh you did huh?" He smiled as his mate walked over. Baph took a seat on his lap opening the bag, pulling up a new red undershirt for him.

"My you must have had a nice little run to the older part of town," He smiled resting his hand on his hip.

"Uh huh I met some of the nicest ladies! They were too busy eating to really talk but they were nice." He smiled.

"Well as long as you had fun," He smiled.

"So who all will be coming tonight? I haven't met all of your family yet daddy." Baph cocked his head to the side.

"It will be me and you, my brothers Baal, Asmodeaus, Mammon, then my sisters Belphagor and Leviathan, and I suppose Charlie and her friends from her little hotel," He smiled and ran his fingers through Baph's fluffy hair.

"Are her friends nice?" He snickered, nuzzling up into his lovers claws enjoying the feeling of them against his scalp.

"We will see my love...we will see," He smiled, reaching up he softly hissed between his teeth.

As the day wore on night fell once again on Hell, the lights of the town igniting to life as the line outside of Club Bug immediately began to form. The rich or famous getting a free ticket inside as the rabble was made to wait. The heavily armored guards at the front of the line preventing them from passing, the usual grunts and gripes coming from the line. From the busy street suddenly came two large limousines slowly coming to a stop at the carpet a casually dressed demon coming to the door and opening it for the few inside.

The first to step out of from the leather lined interior was Belphagor, adjusting her hair wearing the same outfit from earlier. Everyone in line looking forward at them. Not many recognize these arch demons as their appearances have changed so much in recent years. Her long legs clacking loudly as she waved her hand, the digital screens in front of her vanished. Her sister was the next to step out following her, Leviathan's massive form squeezing out of the tiny car making the entire vehicle rock. Her wearing a long red dress stretched around her frame. Taking one last selfie before sliding her phone away, strutting up following her sister.

The next out of the car was a shorter male, looking somewhat average compared to his sisters. His skin tinted a feint purple hue, his cloths similar to a Victorian style masquerade garb, a buttoned blue jacket flowing over his hips, grey trousers with black heeled shoes and a bright gold buckle over the front. The frilly white cloth of his undershirt poking from under his jacket and sticking from his sleeves. His handsome face could easily pass for either a male or a female. His dense yellow eyes having x shaped pupils, his shoulder length hair in perfect long wavy curls. Smiling at the two he followed them sliding his hands in his pockets. As he walked something seemed odd about him, his skin seemed to vibrate oddly as he stepped each motion causing a ripple to run along his form. "Asmodeaus! You forgot your watch darling!" A female yelled from the limo. Poking her head out she held out her hand, the man smirked looking back at the succubus.

"How foolish of me, thank you darling," He spoke in an over exaggerated feminine style. Holding up his hand his entire arm including his cloths stretched out. As it stretched the skin and cloth became translucent and dense with different shades of purple. Showing his true self as a slime. His now gooey slimy hand wrapped around his watch. Pulling it down through his arm letting it take its place in his opposite pocket. The female smiled as his arm retracted taking it hidden form back. He turned following his siblings, the female shutting the door behind him allowing the first limo to pull away.

The second pulled up in a similar fashion, the door peeling open letting a short minotaur step from the car. Standing barely 5 feet from hooves to horns, he could clearly be seen as as a child. His body perfectly proportioned as he cracked his neck, his dense brown fur offset by the dried bloodstains throughout his body. His soft pink nose huffing out steam, his nearly black eyes only offset by a deep purple iris. Above his head floats a bright golden crown nearly four inches from his head, cast in blazing fire it gleamed brightly. His left horn broken at almost half length and over each shoulder floated two tiny bat like wings, almost cartoonish style as they fluttered. The only clothes he wore was a tattered ripped orange kilt, nearly fully coated in dried blood as he took a breath, making the leather harness on his chest groan and stretch.

"C'mon ol' man i'm not in the mood to wait for your lazy ass." The bull growled turning to look at the doorway. Suddenly the limo's door expanded letting a silver ramp drop down to the ground.

"Now now Baal remember your temper, you are here to meet with family after all," A nasal toned voice hissed. From the car slide down a old fashioned steel and wood wheelchair. Sitting upon it an older looking gentleman demon, a large hat atop his his head as his long blonde hair ran down his back. A black pair of glasses resting on his long crooked nose, his sharp toothed grin gleaming out from his hats shadow. A fine deep green suit almost the color of money, the sleeves having some large wizard like frills. His golden claws resting on a bright red handled cane running in front of him and resting between his fine leather shoes. Behind him a long spade ended tail swaying softly.

"Blind bastard," Baal huffed crossing his arms.

"Ignorant brat, At least I don't require a booster seat" He smirked and lifted his claws from his cane. Motioning them slightly the wheelchair slide forward on its own. Rolling him up to the bulls side, his goblin like features making him seem so weak and meager. Baal scrunched his nose in anger at the lord of greed grumbling low. Meeting up with their siblings the group headed towards the doors together. As the small team approached the door the man in the wheel chair moved to the front of the group.

"Lord Mammon, Baal, Leviathan, Belphagor, and Asmodeus here upon Lord Beezel's request," He tipped his hat to the insect. Without a word the bugs opened the doors letting them all in without question. While further down the street a second group of people headed towards the club. Choosing a slightly less impressive means of arrival.

"Charlie? Why are we doing this?" Vaggie asked softly. Keeping at her girlfriends side.

"Because mom and dad said I could do It on my own, So If I need to speak with the Hell lords I have to arrange it myself," the blonde princess adjusted her bowtie.

"But do you even know these people?" She asked concerned.

"Of course I do, their...kinda..," Charlie stuttered off for a second. Rubbing the back of her head.

"Why kind of the strongest demons around isn't that right darling? Then we must get the support of the hierarchy to be able to stand a chance in any social event in the future!" The creepy golden smile of the radio demon peeked over Charlies other shoulder.

"Well...yes and no, We need their support because they can help advertise for us, they own everything down here...social media, clubs, museums, banks, arenas, hotels, everything! If we want people to know what we're about then they can help," Charlie reassured her associates.

"So toots...where did you say we were goin again?" a voice came from behind them. The tall pastel pink and white spider just behind them. Arms crossed dressed in his normal revealing clothing.

"Club Bug its the only place they would all be willing to get together at," Charlie sighed twittering her fingers.

"Whoa whoa wait a second Club Bug, like THE Club Bug? Like you gotta reserve a night six years in advance and then hope someone doesn't whack your ass and steal the reservation? That Club?!" Angel seemed so much more excited now. Pushing his way up to Charlies side.

"Angel now we mustn't be rude, if this establishment is so upscale then we must dress to impress!" Alastor smiled ready to snap his fingers.

"NO! If I go in 'ere I might be able to meet some high end motherfuckers who are looking for a good time!" Angel stopped him. His secondary arms adjusting his fluffy bosoms.

"They got booze?" The deep voice came from a black winged cat behind them.

"Yeah and I bet its so cool inside!" Nifty chimed in next to him.

"Guys look...they're my family, this is a official visit and I'm going to try and be as respectable as I can possibly be with them," Charlie put them each in their place as they rounded the corner. Seeing the Club at the end of the block shinning brightly against the dark.

"Charlie look I know these demons are your family, but their the things literally of nightmares, do you think its gonna be safe?" Vaggie put a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"They wont hurt me, I know they wont, I just can't guarantee you guy's safety," She looked back at them with an innocent smile. Each of their faces dropped except for Alastor's who simply grew.

"Well my dear let us not keep our charming hosts waiting!" He slid his arms around everyone, sliding them forward, a small bee demon buzzed up and down the line watching for them. Seeing Charlie it zipped down in front of them, cutely bowing and motioning them to follow.

"It's adorable!" Nifty smiled as it buzzed just ahead of them taking them past the line to the door. Landing before the guard it motioned to the others as they walked up behind him.

The guard growled at the group narrowing his eyes. They all raised their eyebrows as it stepped aside. Grabbing the door it pulled it open for the group. Hissing between its mandibles.

"Why thank you my fine fellow! I'd give you a tip but I don't think you'd be very accepting!" Alastor pushed the others through the door. Entering the loud main room the live brass band played at the stage, the loud muffles of conversations at all of the tables. Half dressed servers bringing large plates of fine food, bottles of expensive wine moving about open for anyone who wishes to have some. The scent of the fully loaded buffet filling the room with all the most delicious scents one could imagine.

Husker was the first to be tempted away, finding a server with a tray full of wine glasses. Grabbing both he quickly downed them. Angel followed soon after being pulled towards the buffet, smelling something so familiar its very scent pulled him along.

"Nifty be a dear and make sure that neither of them get to far lost will you?" Alastor smiled. The music, the scent, all of It was somewhat overwhelming even for the usually calm demon.

"Um I think its this way" Charlie took the lead, guiding Vaggie and Alastor to the stairwell leading up to the private box. Walking up slowly she gulped and straightened her hair, fluffing it up before putting on a smile. Each step closer she could soon hear them all speaking, the sounds of their voices so familiar to her. She had known them for so long, they had been prominent figures in her early life. Walking down the hall she came to Beezel's private box, her aunts and uncles already seated around the room. Beezel upon his throne with Baph at his side, Baal sitting quietly on the arm of the oversized chair. Belphagor leaning back against the railing, Leviathan stretched out across a lounging chair with Mammon sitting quietly next to her tapping his fingers to the sound of the music. Asmodeaus splayed out on the other lounge, watching the dancers on the large golden poles.

Clearing her throat a little all eyes suddenly turned to her, bright and gleaming they made her flinch slightly before a sudden resounding. "CHARLIE!" Erupted out. Before they could react the young blonde princess was pulled into a flurry of people. Being smothered into Leviathans chest.

"Hi everyone...hi auntie" Charlie poked her head from between the massive sea monsters breasts.

"Charlie darling! You look so adorable in your little suit! You've grown up so much!" Leviathan pulled her out at arms length.

"Thank you Auntie! I think so too, would you mind?" She motioned to how high she was being held in the air. Leviathan cocked her head to the side and suddenly got a swift cane to the knee.

"Put the child down you overgrown goldfish," Mammon pulled up next to her. Raising his hand he pulled Charlie down from her, setting her onto the ground and using the tips of his claws to straighten out her outfit. "There we are now come come, we're all very excited to hear what you've called us here for my dear," Mammon smiled. Wheeling his chair back slowly Charlie smiled at him.

"Thank you uncle Mammon, and all of you for coming, I know how difficult it is with all of your busy schedules," She apologized to all of them.

"First I would like to introduce my current business partners this is Vaggie," Charlie motioned to the long blonde hair cyclops. All eyes turned to her and Vaggie shrunk down into her shoulder. Feeling about half an inch tall with all of these eyes staring down at her. Knowing that each of them could so easily kill her. "And this is Alastor otherwise known as the radio demon." Every eye turned to the strawberry red gentleman, the grip on his microphone cane increased. Making sure not to show the slightest hint of excitement. Breaking the silence he opened his mouth suddenly.

"Hello there everyone, its a pleasure to meet all of you. We've only heard the best of your exploits! World travelers! Deal makers! Horrible tyrants of the ever growing abyss." His voice darkened as he made his way between them all getting a feel for the room as he moved closer.

"I'd be careful if I was you smiles." The small bull sitting directly next to him growled. Reaching up the small bull flipped up the eyepatch on his right eye. Under a pure black eye gleaming bright red it stared down at the other demon. "That's right, I see everything you've done, and everything you want to do...I'd take you down in a heartbeat except I couldn't properly make sure little Charlie there wouldn't get caught in the crossfire." His eye shined a pentagram onto Alastor's face. The two stared at one another, the lightning between them almost visibly striking against one another.

"Enough, I wont have violence within my club!" Beezel growled from his seat, drawing both their attention.

"Yeah we don't want anyone getting hurt in here," Charlie added walking up, putting herself between the two. Knowing her uncle Baal would kill anyone he felt was a threat. She had seen him do it before with disastrous consequences. Baal leaned back with a grumble listening to his elder. Alastor listened to his business partner seeing his smallest actions already drew an aggressive response. "Now I only came here to talk to you all about possibly helping me with what I'm trying to do." Charlie regained their attention. Each of them suddenly perked up at the idea. Each of them was so eager to help their favorite niece with whatever they could.

"Is that so?" Belphagor was the first to speak. Turning back her younger aunt nodded to her. Her calm, cool, collected exterior giving Charlie a bit of confidence.

"I don't need help with running the hotel or anything, I was hoping each of you could help get the word out for me. I know my little news report didn't go as planned..." Her voice trailed off.

"Didn't go as planned? I thought you were awesome and really kicked some ass!" Baal smirked. A blush ran across her face in embarrassment.

"What I mean is you all own so many places that everyone in Hell has to go to, so is it possible that you all could put up flyers, billboards, or like ads for the hotel? It would help us quite a lot!" She looked at them all. The room went silent as the members looked at one another. Considering the limited involvement with her business.