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“I might just cry. Wait, too late, I’m crying. Someone hand me a tissue!” Asmodeus didn’t even try to stop the tears from falling, waving his hands in the air, vision blurring from the tears. “Where’s my tissue!?”

“Here,” Belphegor grumbled, throwing an entire box at him with a roll of her eyes. “And stop being so dramatic.” Ozzie immediately began trying to wipe his face of the tears, to no avail as they kept coming. He just couldn’t help it! This was the most adorable thing in all of Hell and he was a witness to the sight.

“Dramatic? Maybe you aren’t reacting enough to this sight,” Ozzie admonished the other, turning his nose up into the air.

“Nah, you’re being dramatic, mate,” Mammon agreed with Belphegor with a snicker. He was standing by the crib, arms resting on the side of it to peer down at the being within. The look on Mammon’s face was quite different to what was usually seen, but it was a pleasant look that Ozzie would not be complaining about.

“I think he is reacting perfectly fine!” Beelzebub took his side, also peering down at the little figure within the crib. She was hovering a few inches in the air, much better than when she was hopping up and down squealing only to be instantly stopped with shushes. “I just can’t with this cuteness! Oh, I could just gobble her up. Great, now I may start crying as well!”

Asmodeus was quick to act, handing some of the tissues he was given over to her just in time for the Sin of Gluttony to become a mess like him. “She’s just too adorable to not cry over!” She sobbed out, blowing her nose into one of the tissues.

“She might not be cute in a few minutes when she is screaming her eyes out because you guys can’t keep your voices down and woke her up,” Satan growled out, trying to keep his usual loud voice down. The Wrath sin was completely entranced though, staring into the crib like the others and not taking his sight away. Asmodeus could just tell that in only the few minutes of first seeing the tiny baby, Satan was already wrapped around that itty bitty finger. Not like Asmodeus could blame the other. Whatever his new darling niece wanted, Ozzie will be delivering. Whatever she wanted she will have!

The newest princess of Hell was sound asleep in her crib, wrapped up in a blanket decorated with tiny ducklings. Her eyes were closed, and little mouth slightly open as she contently slept, chest rising and falling with each breath. Asmodeus could stare at her for eternity if given the chance, she was just so precious.

“Oh, I just need her to wake up so I can see those pretty eyes,” Beelzebub said, but made sure to keep her voice low this time as affronted by Satan. “But I don’t want her to wake up because she’s just so adorable while sleeping. How have you not combusted from cuteness yet, Luci?”

The new father, standing at the head of the crib and staring lovingly down at his newest little one could only sigh, “I don’t know.” He reached a hand down into the crib, using a single finger to gently glide over one chubby cheek.

Leviathan was trying his best to look like he didn’t care, arms crossed and resting lightly on the edge of the crib. “Cute, sure,” the Sin of Envy noted with a shrug. “But she’s a baby. Aren’t all babies supposed to be cute?”

Immediately, this was met with 5 other glares from the other sins excluding Lucifer who acted like he didn’t hear (most likely he didn’t, too enraptured in looking at his daughter to listen to the others). Even Mammon who liked to act all tough was glaring at Leviathan with a scowl. Leviathan shifted his eyes between the other five, unable to decide who to look at it. “What? I say something wrong?”

Beelzebub was the first to act as she stood next to him, hand darting out so fast no one hand time to react. Her fingers pinched at Leviathan’s cheek, pulling tightly enough to force the other to bend at the waist. “Ow, ow, ow!”

“She is cuter than cute, Levi. The cutest of all babies, never compare her to others. She. Is. Perfect.” she growled, tugging again to receive another pained response.

“Will you let me go!” Leviathan pleaded, a hand wrapping around Beelzebub’s wrist to try and force her grip to release. This just made her hold on tightly, claws starting to dig in as she shook his head from side to side. “Ow! Okay, you can stop now!”

That seemed to do it. A gurgling sound had the six sins freezing, Leviathan and Beelzebub still in their awkward position. All 6 heads swiveled back to the crib to experience the sight of little baby Charlotte Morningstar waking up and blinking her eyes open. They stood their frozen in time, holding their breaths as Charlie took in the world around her. Her tiny mouth opened to let out the smallest of yawns, feet moving around in the blanket that swaddled her, a white fabric plastered with tiny yellow ducklings.

Beelzebub released her hold on Leviathan, hands clapping together near her face and gushing with a squeal.

“Now that, that’s adorable, mate,” Mammon admitted, pointing a finger down and Leviathan could only nod in agreement.

Asmodeus started to quickly fan his face with both hands. “Tears are back, the tears are back!”

Satan leaned a bit into the crib, hands gripping tightly at the bars. “Princess Charlie, if anyone ever dares hurt you, I will kill them,” he promised. She gurgled happily in response giving the brightest of smiles for a tiny baby that had Satan almost melting into a puddle.

But it was with that statement from the Sin of Wrath that snapped Lucifer out of his thoughts of looking at his baby. “Woah, okay. Don’t think she understands you, Satan, but thanks for that.” He reached into the crib, arms gently wrapping around his daughter to lift her up and pulling her into his chest.

This seemed to please the baby girl as she gave a tiny laugh in response, eyes looking up at Lucifer as if he was everything. The tension in Lucifer’s shoulders were gone, and he looked completely different to the sins as he tightly held onto his baby. It was a pleasant sight to see, reassuring and pleasing.

There was a contemplative silence as Lucifer rocked Charlie back and forth, making cooing noises down at her that she happily responded to. A silence that was broken by one of the sins.

“I call first dibs to holding her first!”

“Hey, no fair! I didn’t know we were calling dibs.”

“As her favorite uncle, I get first rights.”

“I think I get first rights to hold her since the Wrath Ring is right below the Pride Ring.”

“Suggesting we go in order of the rings, Satan?”

“Of course.”

“Well, your idea is shit.”

“If I can’t hold her first, then I call babysitting her first.”

“You really think you should be trusted to babysit a baby?”

“Either that or let me hold her first. That’s my ultimatum.”

“Your idea is shit too, Bee.”

The only one not arguing was Belphegor, who stood next to Lucifer watching the chaos unfold. The King wasn’t really paying attention to the argument, he also distinctly remembered not even giving the others permission to hold her. He looked at the silent Sin of Sloth next to him. She was just standing there patiently, arms crossed over her chest and a look of annoyance. But he spotted the small smile she was wearing.

“Hey, Bel,” he whispered, catching her attention, and not alerting the others. “Wanna hold her?”

She seemed surprised at this, arms uncrossing and eyes widening. “You’re allowing me to hold her first?”

He just shrugged, looking back at the others who continued their argument. Voices were steadily rising. “I figured it would be hilarious when they finally realize to see you holding her.”

Belphegor blinked once. Twice. Three times. She gave a quick glance at the other sins, hearing the insults be thrown back and forth. Belphegor was quick to make up her mind. “Hand her over.”

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Satan was having quite a pleasant day. The weather in his ring, Wrath Ring, was nice for once. No fire tornados, no downpour of acid rain, a nice cooling wind that quelled the heat. It was the perfect day and Satan was going to utilize every minute of it. He started the morning simple with his breakfast: protein shake, 2 eggs from his Hell chickens (sunny side up of course), and yogurt with fruit and nuts.

Upon finishing his hearty breakfast, Satan got to work immediately tending to his farm. He started with the hardest part, the Hell chickens. He needed to collect any eggs, but the chickens tended to bite. Hard. Their sharp fangs in their beak could really pack a bunch and even he, the revered Satan, was still careful around the creatures. But it seemed that even the chickens were placated with the weather and only a few attempted to nip at him. It was a successful gathering day and he was sure to properly store the large eggs for later.

After the chickens came the Hell Cows, his favorite part. He loved the sweet, docile animals, and they loved him as well. They loved to rub their head against him, mooing softly and trying to garner his attention. Sometimes they liked to get into fights for his attention, but Satan was always quick to sequester that. Oh, and don’t even think about hurting Satan cause these cows were quite protective and he’s seen them kill a few deadly Hell creatures when they attempted to attack him. Not like he needed their protection, but it was still nice.

A few of the imps he hired were already out with the cows when he came upon their expansive pen, flitting about in milking the animals. Checking in with the head of the team, the imp assured that everything was going well with the cows and they would soon start on the goats. Pleased, Satan took this extra time to visit two of the female cows, their bellies filled with a soon-to-be born baby. They too were doing well, grazing upon the plainland contently and mooing happily when he came upon the two. He was sure to spend an extra few minutes, checking them out to make sure they were healthy and doing well. They bugged him for pets the entire time, which Satan happily provided.

From there were the horses, and then the pigs. Once again, his team seemed to be ahead of schedule. The weather was really doing good in keeping everyone motivated. Satan was sure to inform them all that if they finished their tasks early, they could go home upon finishing. This seemed to motivate them to work faster. After making sure the husked pigs were doing well, they were lazing about in mud, Satan went back inside his house. Time for his first workout of the day and then lunch.

He was sure to focus on his legs today. While he much preferred to work out his arms, Satan knew that it was important to keep his leg muscles up as well. It was a grueling workout, nothing less for him of course, and by the time he was done, Satan was sweating and probably smelled rancid. But he was the only one in his house, so we would eat before showering.

Well, that was the plan until he entered his kitchen to make lunch and saw an unwanted presence sitting at his kitchen table. Scrolling away on one of those phones, feet propped up on the table and lounging in the chair, on the back two legs. He didn’t not want to deal with them right now, it was too nice of a day, and while his unwanted guest was nice overall, they could really get on his nerves.

“Beelzebub, I don’t remember inviting you to my home,” Satan spoke, his voice deep and rumbling, causing the other Sin to look up from her phone startled but was quick to cover it up with a smile.

“Satan! How are you doing? Well? Good? Oh, that’s great!” She spoke quickly, not allowing the other to say a word. Whenever she got like this just spluttering out words, it means something was up. Something not good and he was going to be dragged into the mess.

Pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other threw his towel over his shoulder. He made his way further into the kitchen to open the fridge door and look to see what he had inside. Mmm, maybe he’ll eat his leftovers from last night, that was a pretty good meal.

Taking out the container, Satan glanced over his shoulder at the other Sin who looked uncharacteristically nervous. “Why are you here, Bee?”

She waved him away with a hand, wings fluttering slightly. “Oh, no reason. Can’t I just visit one of my dearest friends?”

“No.”

“Oh.” She pursed her lips, looking away. “Cool, okay then. Well, surprise?”

She was fidgeting a lot, looking over to his entryway. Fuck, what did she do now? Satan was hungry, he smelled and wanting to get back outside to his farm. He didn’t have time to deal with whatever it was Beelzebub did this time. “You going to answer my question or what?” He chided, continuing with warming up his meal by sticking it into the microwave. “I’d rather not deal with a mess today.”

“Mess? What mess? I have no idea what you’re talking about, you’re going crazy.”

“Beelzebub, what did you do this time?” He reiterated, leaning against the counter as he waited for his food to finish warming up. He really needed Bee to properly answer the question so that he can figure out a way to get her out of his house, quickly. “I don’t have time for this, some of us have jobs that aren’t hosting parties.”

The Sin of Gluttony pouted, sticking her tongue out. “My parties are essential and I do much more than host parties. Don’t forget where your alcohol comes from.” Arms crossed over her chest; Bee had a self-satisfied smirk as if she won that argument. Satan was too tired to deal with it, hearing the microwave beep from behind him and taking his food out. Satisfied with the warmth, he took a seat at his table across from Bee to dig in.

She gave a few sniffs, her hound like nose stuck in the air as she eyed his food. “Smells good! Care to share a few bites?”

“No.”

“Come on, just like one bite?”

Satan sighed and shook his head. “Bee, your one bite is usually about a quarter. You don’t take small bites.”

“Fine, whatever,” she scoffed.

“Look, I’ll give you a bite if you tell me why you’re intruding in my home,” he offered, tauntingly taking a bite of his food. She scrunched her nose, but the instinct that lived within her won out in the end as she gave a protesting “fine”, making sure he saw the scowl.

She was quick to explain why she was interrupting his day, “I might have stolen from Belphegor. Again.” When Satan sent her a “seriously” look at her antics, she tried to defend herself, “I have this party tonight and Bel did not give me enough of her drugs for tonight. So I went and stole more. Gotta keep my partygoers happy.”

Satan rubbed his face again with both his hands. “You still didn’t answer why you’re here.”

Bee shrugged, looking at her claws and cleaning them of any potential dirt. “I needed a place to hide.”

“And you chose my place?”

The Gluttony Sin rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Look, last time I did this, I hid at Ozzie’s place. She found me almost immediately. I figured if I went somewhere she would least expect, she won’t find me. Just let me stay for a few hours until I know she gave up and went to sleep then I’ll be out of your hair!”

The only thing Satan could do in response was slide his plate over to her, offering the fork as well. Bee clapped happily, taking his fork and immediately digging in. He told her a small bite, but once again, Beelzebub decided to grab as much as the fork could possibly hold and taking a bite. “Mmm, Satan, your barbeque is like nothing else. My ring might have the best cuisine, except for barbeque. You got that one on lock,” she complimented, sliding the plate back over to him which not had a huge chunk missing.

There was a pounding sound that interrupted at his front door. Knowing what Beelzebub told him, Satan internally groaned. A perfect day going to waste because of these idiots. He meandered his way over, the knocking on his door getting faster and louder. “I’m getting it, chill already!” He yelled out, giving a softer “fuck” under his breath and rubbing at his face in agitation.

At the door, he swung it open and was greeted with the sight of an angry, wide-awake, Belphegor. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was tapping one of hooves clad in slip-on shoes against his porch. “Where’s Bee?” She hissed out, leveling her glare at Satan. He was over twice her size, so much bigger, but Belphegor wasn’t one to be underestimated. Sure, she may sleep a lot but there was a reason she was a Sin. Besides that, Satan liked Bel a good bit. They got along very well and often met up for coffee when they both had the chance.

He remembered what Bee told him, that if Bel came to find her to lie and say she was elsewhere. Satan weighed the risks, no matter what he said, one of the two was going to be angry. Who’s rather did he want to deal with? Quick in his decision, Satan pointed his thumb over a shoulder, stepping away to allow Belphegor entry. “She’s hiding in the kitchen.”

Yeah, this was all Beelzebub’s fault, he wasn’t going to cover for her. Even if she’ll yell at him later for ratting her out, Satan was looking forward to trying out a new coffee shop that just opened in his ring with Bel.

“Thank you,” Belphegor responded rather pleasantly, patting him on the arm and making her way past him while shouting out, “Bee!”

From in the kitchen, there was a loud crashing sound that had Satan wincing and hoping for the best that it wasn’t a major mess. “Oh, shit,” he heard a muttered sound as Belphegor stormed her way to his kitchen.

Satan took a glance outside at the perfect weather. There were still things to do and check on with his crops. But he supposed that his workers would be able to handle it without him. He needed to keep an eye on the two other Sins so they don’t destroy his entire home. But the outside looked so tempting. Maybe he could just ignore what was happening, putting his trust in Bel to not let things get too crazy.

A bang was the deciding factor, more loud noises coming from his kitchen. Groaning out loud in frustration, Satan took one last look outside before forcing himself to shut the door. Well, there went the rest of this wonderful day. “Belphegor, Beelzebub!” he called out with a growl, “You better not be messin’ with my kitchen!”

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For once, for once, the meeting was productive. A rather rare phenomenon, with very limited yelling, only two arguments and one outright fight that needed to be broken up. Belphegor only falling asleep a couple of times and managing to stay awake for most of it. There was active conversation, ideas and advice thrown about, a couple of jokes breaking the monotony. Of course, there were insults and jabs thrown across the table, but they were largely filled with humor, smiles being swapped around.

Lucifer honestly couldn’t believe it. Most of the meeting he was questioning the other sins. Confused at the jovial attitude so unlike them. Getting along? He even played around with the idea that these truly weren’t the Sins and they were replaced with these doppelgangers. He knew them and this wasn’t them. But he kept these thoughts to himself, not even daring to broach the subject. If things kept going like this, the meeting could potentially end early and Lucifer wasn’t going to mess this up.

It is perfect.

The creaking of a door behind him had the other Sins cease their talking, eyes snapping to the door. And Lucifer froze.

It was perfect.

There was a little giggle from near the door and when Lucifer peered over his chair to the door, all he could see was a tiny little hand, with tiny little fingers, gripping the edge of the door. Then he noticed it, seconds later, part of a tiny little face peeking in with one eye before darting back behind the door.

The interruption was going to ruin everything, but Lucifer could only smile as he heard those giggles. A quick look over at the sins, he could tell they were really struggling. Beelzebub had a hand over her mouth, fist pounding against the table as she tried to keep herself from speaking. Mammon had his arms crossed over his chest and he had a frown, but the fond eyeroll told the real story. Asmodeus had his hands in fists up near his chest, biting his bottom lip to prevent a squeal. Belphegor, who was yawning a few minutes before, now looked to be wide awake. Leviathan muttering under his breath and resting his head against his hands and elbows on the table. Satan was looking at the door with a fond smile that was so uncharacteristic of him.

All attention was on the door, listening to those little giggles from a little girl who thought they couldn’t see her. Lucifer knew in that moment that all pretenses of the meeting was over. Even if he told Charlie to leave and go find Lilith, the other sins would just start complaining about how they don’t see their niece enough and that it wasn’t fair to just kick her out.

Lucifer smiled though, not really upset at this interruption, and without turning back around, he rested his arm and head against the armrest and called out, “I know you’re there, Charlie.”

“No you don’t!” She said back, voice tiny and high in pitch.

“Then who was that I heard giggling?” He looked back over his shoulder to see that Charlie was positioned behind the door still. The other sins were watching this little interaction, staying silent to allow it to continue.

“It wasn’t me,” Charlie answered.

“Hmm, well looks like it was nothing then,” Lucifer reasoned, shrugging his shoulders with his hands in the air. The sins looked at him, and when he winked, they all seemed to understand. It helped that they’ve been together since the beginning, they could read each other easily by this point. “Let’s continue our meeting then, what was it you were saying, Levi?” His voice might have been a bit louder than normal, but he wanted to ensure the little girl heard him. The tiny little “phew” he heard told him enough.

Levi had wide eyes, and quickly caught on with a small cough to clear his throat. “Right, well I was talking about-“

Lucifer didn’t hear another word, using this a a distraction to wield his power and disappear in a mist of red. He appeared outside in the hallway, right behind Charlie who was peeking into the meeting room again. She had both hands on the doorway now, head fully poking out to investigate the room and she seemed to not have noticed his disappearance as Levi continued.

With hands on hips, he looked at his little girl and his heart wanted to break from how cute she looked. The dress she was wearing was adorable, a tan dress with apples all over the fabric and wore white sandals. Her hair was split into two pigtails that trailed down her shoulders.

Bending his knees to be more at eye level with her, with a smile on his face he surprised her, “There’s our little lurker.” She turned around quickly, eyes wide and mouth open with a gasp as he quickly scooped her up into his arms. The squeal she let out was piercing, but it was filled with laughter as she tried to escape from his grip. This only made him hold on tighter. “Got you!”

When he started to pepper her cheeks with kisses, she tried to push away again, but quickly fell into a fit of laughter, arms moving to wrap around his neck instead. “Daddy!” She laughed out, “Stop!”

He stopped, but only to nuzzle his face into her hair. “This is what we do for baby eavesdroppers though.”

Her laughter stopped, only so she could ask, “What’s eves-dopping?”

“Means you were listening to us talk.”

“No, I wasn’t!” She pouted, puffing out her cheeks a bit that had Lucifer wanting to melt at the sight of. How did he get so lucky to have such an adorable little girl.

He poked one of her cheeks with a free hand. “Then what were you doing?”

“Looking in. I wanna be with ev’ryone,” she said with a wide grin, showing off the tiny teeth, a few sharp fangs sticking out.

He tapped a finger on his chin to act like he was thinking hard. “Mmm, I don’t know. We’re super busy,” he trailed off and she grabbed his finger tightly in one hand.

“Please!” She begged, shaking his finger, and giving him her most adorable puppy-dog face. The same face that Lucifer hated because he fell for it every single time. The moment she pulled that move out; Lucifer knew he lost.

Lucifer twisted his finger out of her grip to run his hand through her hair. “Alright, duckie, let’s go say hi!”

When he opened the door fully to bring Charlie into the meeting room with him, he saw the other sins standing only a few feet away. They were trying to act as inconspicuous as possible, whistling, kicking their feet, looking anywhere but at him. Here he was dealing with a toddler eavesdropper and now had to deal with six eavesdropping sins.

Well, all except Satan who looked at the father and daughter, arms crossed over his broad chest and one eyebrow raised as he met Lucifer’s gaze. He shrugged his large shoulders and said, “What, you were being loud. Wasn’t hard to hear everything.”

Charlie giggled, arms unlatching from his neck to reach out to Satan, making grabby motions. “Uncle Satty! Uncle Satty!” Satan smiled, easily giving in, and grabbing Charlie, releasing her from her father’s hold. The same father who only grumbled and proceeded to cross his own arms at the loss.

“Excuse me, no fair!” Levi whined, voice rising in pitch. “Why do you get to hold her first?”

“Yeah! I wanted to hold her,” Asmodeus cried out, trying to grab Charlie away from his fellow sin, Satan easily sidestepping out of the way. “I should get favorite uncle privileges.”

Mammon rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance, “There are no ‘favorite uncle privileges’, mate. Wait your turn.”

Beelzebub easily pushed Asmodeus out of the way to make googly eyes at Charlie. Her voice was high pitched, hands clasped around her muzzle as she cooed, “Ohhh, you’re so cute! I could just eat you up!” Beelzebub then proceeded to pinch one of Charlie’s cheeks with two fingers.

“Aunty Bee!” Charlie cried, acting annoyed but there was still a smile. She was really loving all the attention being given to her as Belphegor proceeded to compliment the tiny child. Lucifer was effectively pushed out of the way by the rest of the sins, ignoring him for his daughter. Which, he supposed he couldn’t complain because he would do the same. Charlie was practically glowing in front of the sins as she received all the praise. Daughter of Pride indeed.

With the other six effectively ignoring him, Lucifer could only throw his hands up into the air and groan, “Meeting’s over I guess.”

Yeah, they definitely didn’t hear him.

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“Aww, she looks adorable! Look at her, Bel! Isn’t she just the cutest?” Beelzebub gushed, holding up a toddler Charlie, dressed in what looked like a princess, ballerina weird combination dress. With rainbows, sparkles, bright colors, it was honestly an eye sore to look at. But, Charlie was wearing the brightest grin ever as she happily held her hands in the air to show off the atrocious outfit. In one hand the little princess gripped tightly onto a toy wand with a bright, yellow star on top, and she waved it around.

Okay, Bel will admit, that somehow Charlie pulled the look off and was adorable. Any other toddler would look horrible, but somehow the tiny Princess of Hell looked like the cutest thing. “She looks amazing, Bee,” Belphegor replied with a smile. She kept a lot calmer compared to her friend’s. Beelzebub’s job tonight was to babysit Charlie. Belphegor’s job was to babysit Charlie and Beelzebub. Lucifer and Lilith taking a much-needed break and entrusting the two sins to watch over their child. Well, more like Lilith was trusting Belphegor and Beelzebub as she forcefully dragged Lucifer out of the palace so spend the day in the Envy Ring, relaxing at the beach. Belphegor was sure Lilith was properly resting while Lucifer was anxious over being unable to contact the babysitters since Lilith forbade all forms of contact.

Bee moved Charlie to rest the toddler on her hip. “We’re having a tea party,” she informed Bel.

“Tea party!” Charlie repeated loudly, showing off a toothy grin, tiny fangs proudly displayed.

Belphegor chuckled, tapping Charlie on her nose. “Now doesn’t that sound fun.”

“Well~” Beelzebub sang, “We are here to invite you to join us, Lady Belphegor, to our lovely tea party!”

Charlie nodded her head with enthusiasm. “We made you an invite, show her Auntie Bee!”

“Right, right.” Bee made sure Charlie was properly balanced on her hip before using a free hand to dig into the pocket of her outfit. An envelope that was badly wrinkled was taken out and handed over to Belphegor.

The Sin took it, opening it up to see messily written words that were misspelled, inviting her to this said tea party. There was a hastily drawn rainbow, and stick figures of her, Charlie, and Beelzebub. Written on it in a bright pink crayon was “Yor invted to a tea party!” with a few of the letters backwards.

Belphegor felt her heart melt, and she made sure to carefully fold it up and store it carefully in her own pocket. She would be sure to savor it forever (and Belphegor, when Charlie was an adult, would proudly show the invite off to her friends to embarrass the princess, Charlie groaning in the background all the while). It truly became one of Bel’s most treasured items.

Giving a small curtsy to the two in front of her, Belphegor answered the invite with, “I would be honored to join you, Princess.”

Charlie squealed, squirming out of Bee’s grip. She reached out with tiny hands, one gripping Bee’s and the other in Bel’s hand. She pulled on their arms, leading them down the hallway. “Tea party, tea party, tea party!” Charlie chanted loudly, her voice echoing among the palace walls. A few servants turned around the corner, passed the trio, and the imps chuckled at their princess, smiling, and bowing their heads.

Belphegor was guided to Charlie’s bedroom and was greeted with a display of decorations fit for a tea party. A small table was set in the certain with five small chairs. There was a set of teacups already out, pink with little yellow ducks. In two of the chairs were the stuffed animals Charlie liked to prance around and show off, Razzle and Dazzle. A freshly baked plate of cookies waited and Belphegor could smell the chocolate. There were also some finger foods as well, cakes mainly. All courtesy of Beelzebub. Belphegor wondered what the two were doing when they disappeared for a few hours, apparently, they were setting this up.

“This looks wonderful!” Belphegor complimented and the three took a seat around the table. It was quite uncomfortable with the chairs, and both Belphegor and Beelzebub opted to push them away and sit on the floor instead. Charlie took a spot between her two stuffed animals, or her “royal guards” as she called them.

The tea party proceeded, Charlie making sure to serve all of them tea, including the two stuffed animals that she took control of and play pretend, giving them fake voices.

“Why thank you, Princess Charlie,” Razzle said, Charlie lowering her voice and moving the head around. Charlie somehow managed to grab the arm of the stuffed animal and the teacup and make it pretend to take a sip. “This is delicious!”

“Mmmhmm, I love it!” Said Dazzle.

Belphegor chuckled as she took a sip of the tea, sighing internally that it was lukewarm and not blistering hot. It wouldn’t have been good if Charlie drank piping hot tea and burned herself. Luckily, while Beelzebub could be immature sometimes, she still knew to keep Charlie from getting hurt.

The tea party proceeded, the group making small talk all the while. Belphegor had a “riveting” conversation with Razzle about how many chocolate chips was appropriate in one cookie. Charlie declared Razzle the winner, apparently there was never enough chocolate chips. It was a little ridiculous, debating and talking to stuffed animals. She wasn’t used to childish antics like this, Charlie was one of the few young heliborne children that she actively dealt with. Really, the only one. It was different, talking to a child and an adult. It was certainly something she had to grow used to, and there were still moments Belphegor was uncomfortable.

But she loved Charlie and would do anything for the little girl.

When dinner was ready, instead of eating at the kitchen table, Charlie and Beelzebub insisted to eat in Charlie’s room at the tea party table. The servants easily gave in, bringing the food in much to Charlie’s delight. She was sure to thank all of them, giving them a big grin. Their tea party continued, turning from dinner into one of those imaginary playtimes where Belphegor had to act as some wise wizard meant to guide the heroine to defeat the beast.

Belphegor was proud to say that she was successful in guiding the young, warrior, Sir Charlie defeat the beast called Bee. This then led to a makeup session, Charlie happily painting Belphegor’s and Beelzebub’s face. Beelzebub happily returning the favor. Bee’s work was much more professional, while Charlie just used a bunch of sparkles that Belphegor figured she would be finding on her person for weeks to come.

The night ended with a movie, cuddled up together on Charlie’s bed and eating popcorn. They only made it halfway through before Charlie fell asleep, curled up to Bel’s side. Mouth open with little snores, and Belphegor promised that she would not move an inch. Bee and Bel finished the movie and opted to stay in Charlie’s bedroom to complete the sleepover.

It was Lucifer who found them the next morning when he and Lilith showed up back home. Passed out under a blanket with a unicorn on it, happily sleeping the morning away. The King was quick to get a picture of the precious scene in front of him before waking the three up for breakfast before sending the other two Sins home.

Belphegor will go on to deny just how much fun she had with Bee and Charlie. But, after Lucifer sent her the picture that he took of the three of them sleeping, she secretly made sure to frame a copy of the picture in her office. Anyone who had a meeting with her would take note of the picture but never say a word for fear of Belphegor snapping at them.

The tea party invite that she got from Charlie that day was stationed protectively behind in the picture in the frame. Her most prized possession.

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It was a successful night for the two Sins babysitting Charlie. Lucifer and Lilith had a good time relaxing, even if Lucifer tried to contact the babysitters often to no avail. Word got out to the other 4 sins about Belphegor and Beelzebub babysitting Charlie and having a great time. It wasn’t a fun time when they found out about this, complaining, and whining that they weren’t picked for this coveted job.

So, a bet was made. Asmodeus, Satan, Leviathan and Mammon will babysit Charlie. At the very end, Charlie was to pick her favored babysitters. Much to Lucifer’s displeasure, a few weeks later Lilith dragged him back out for a night away from the palace, in the Gluttony Ring this time. The four sins were called upon to babysit Charlie and the competition was on.

The winners: bragging rights.