Adam, The Second Winner
Charlie read the glowing golden contract that appeared when she approached the door. She growled as Eve was proven right. Heaven will pull any trick, any ploy to get their way and Charlie was staring at the shimmering golden proof of that belief proven correct.
"You're going to open that door and allow us to discuss. No tricks, no ploys. I am Charlotte Morningstar, Princess of Hell and I refuse not to be treated as such," Charlie called.
Vaggie was pacing around the hotel. She knew Alastor didn't take this hotel seriously, knew he was here for the entertainment but this advertisement he made was ridiculous. He couldn't hate Vox so much that he dismissed the increase of entertainment this advertisement could provide.
Charlie entered the room. Two angels wearing exorcist uniforms stood across from the Princess. The one that faced her directly had glowing yellow eyes on his mask.
"Look, I get it if you don't want to listen to me. You've been doing this for centuries and haven't considered this solution. Still, I ask you to humour me," Charlie said.
The angel facing her directly leaned back. He didn't care about this meeting and Charlie could tell.
"I have been working on a hotel that aims to redeem sinners. It is in operation as we speak. I know some sinners are beyond redemption but most aren't beyond it," Charlie informed.
Charlie stepped back from the table before activating her magic. She needed examples of people who could achieve redemption if she wanted to illustrate her point.
"Is Eve Eden, the first sinner and second woman incapable of redemption? Since her death, she has worked tirelessly to make Hell a better place for the people from native to dammed that call this realm home. Do you have the right to claim someone like her is incapable of redemption?" Charlie said as scenes of Eve assisting hellborn and sinner demons appear behind her.
"Do you have the right to hold a man that didn't know what murder was to the same standards we hold today's murderers to? I ask you, did Cain understand what slamming that stone into his brother's head would do? Were the tears, the fear in his eyes not enough to illustrate his ignorance? Were the countless years he wandered the Earth, never daring to even touch a stone not proof of his regret, of the guilt that drowned his heart?" Charlie asked as scenes illustrating her point appeared behind her.
Eve smiled as she stepped forward. It was time she did what she did best. Cain handled Eden Farms' production while his mother handled their public image and their advertising.
"Alastor, you handle the radio. It may not be the mainstream thing to listen to nowadays, but that doesn't mean it's irrelevant now. Vaggie and I will handle the making of the ad for the visual media. Nifty, Husk and Angel make sure nothing goes haywire while we're gone," Eve instructed.
The angel wearing the mask with yellow eyes slammed his hand onto the table.
"You have no right to question our judgement, Princess," the angel said.
"No right to question your judgement. Cain and Eve are the only reason I haven't informed my father, you broke the agreement," Charlie retorted.
The other angel glanced toward the one wearing a mask with yellow eyes.
"And why did you agree not to tell your father?" the angel asked.
He waited to hear it, to hear a cunning plan. The answer he got brought memories of his firstborn and secondborn flooding back.
"I didn't tell Dad because Cain begged me not to. He couldn't... He couldn't allow his brother... Couldn't allow his precious, perfect brother to see this place. I know it's hard to believe but he hasn't been able to move on from that day, from the day he murdered Abel. Every night, he sees and hears it. His brother staring at the ground as he dies from the stone slammed into his head. A war with Heaven only means one thing to Cain and it isn't what it means to us. The day we declare war on Heaven is the day he must meet his brother on the battlefield and that day is one he won't tolerate, won't allow to come," Charlie answered.
Eve grinned from ear to ear as she summoned a recording device to film them.
"Follow my lead. It's connected to my magic. It'll know what recording to publish and when to record," Eve informed.
"Perhaps we should...," Vaggie began saying.
"Listen to me, dear. My magic knows what to do," Eve cut in.
Eve grinned ear to ear as she began singing.
"We dominate. We conquer. Because we know how to stand as one. Don't you think it's time to show Heaven what we're made of".
"They break contracts, break laws without a care. Don't you think it's time we show them what happens to fools who think they're above the law".
"We know how to make the angels fall to demonic arms. Can you imagine it? Can you picture it"?
"Don't you think it's time to show them we're worth fighting for"?
"Don't you think it's time to show them we stand as one"?
"How many dammed and native must fall to angelic arms for us to stand as one"?
"We stand as one in this hotel".
"Go ahead, cling to the sins that dammed you to this pit. It's your choice".
"We'll be here when you realise clinging onto your sins is a death sentence".
Charlie walked into the hotel.
Alastor was smiling ear to ear. He had no doubt his advertisement would bring sinners to their door.
Eve on the other hand was grinning as she saw Ars Goetia texting her. There was one Ars Goetia that intrigued her.
Eve had Prince Stolas as a contact but she wouldn't be lying if she said it was out of formality and nothing less.
Still, his interest wasn't selfish, unlike the others. If there was any Goetia that would pull the trigger, it was him. The only thing that had prevented him from pulling it was his daughter, Octavia.
Octavia wasn't the reason, he was texting Eve. He was in a relationship with an imp. An imp he must care deeply about if his first concern is his safety and not his daughter's safety.
It might also be that Stolas is smart enough to know no angel would kill a demon royal but an imp was a different story.