Chapter Text
For only a few fleeting seconds, the neon lights of Hell glimmered the way they always did—burning, buzzing, alive. Then, in a single pulse of static, they went dark.
The noise, the chaos, the laughter—it all stopped.
Charlie Magne blinked, the bright cheer in her face dimming as she looked around. The velvet halls of the hotel were gone. No grand staircase. No bar. No warm crimson glow of her father's realm.
Only darkness.
“...Vaggie?” Her voice was small in the void.
“I’m here!” came Vaggie’s sharp reply, protective as ever. “What the hell—where are we!?”
“Hell if I know, sweetheart.” Husk’s gravelly voice echoed from somewhere nearby, followed by the sound of wings flapping and a familiar sarcastic drawl.
“Okay, this better not be another one of your projects, princess.” Angel Dust sighed. “Last time I woke up somewhere dark, I was on stage—and not the fun kind!”
“Calm now, Angel~” Alastor’s cheerful hum crackled through the air, radio static cutting between syllables. “Though I must admit, this is... intriguing.”
Before anyone could respond, the dark was split by a glow—a gentle, shifting light that seemed to breathe.
A woman stepped forward, barefoot, dressed in simple clothes—a t-shirt and jeans. Her expression was calm, kind, almost human.
“Hello,” she said softly. “My name is Sara. Welcome to the In-Between.”
A flicker of light swept through the room. With a snap of her fingers, the void twisted into a cozy, surreal lounge. Plush red chairs lined a crescent-shaped space, each with a small table beside it. Beyond the chairs, a massive projection screen shimmered like glass caught between worlds.
Angel whistled. “...Okay, this is either a bad trip, or I’m dead again.”
Sara smiled faintly. “Neither. You are safe here.”
“Safe? In this?” Husk muttered, pulling out a cigarette that immediately vanished from his hand. “Oh for—”
“I brought you here,” Sara continued, “because it’s time for you to see yourselves... as others do.”
Charlie tilted her head. “See... ourselves?”
“Your lives,” Sara said simply. “Your choices. Your stories. Everything you’ve done and everything you could yet do. You will watch it all unfold.”
“Ah, a show!” Alastor beamed, his grin sharpening. “How delightful! Who’s starring?”
“You.” Sara’s tone was even, but her eyes glimmered with power. “All of you.”
The group froze. Even Alastor’s grin faltered for a beat.
Across the room, a shimmer appeared—more guests forming out of light and shadow: Vox, Valentino, Velvette, Carmilla, Zestial, Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Adam, Lute, Sera, Emily, Rosie, and Lucifer himself.
Lucifer blinked once, adjusting his coat. “Oh splendid. Family reunion and enemies. What’s the occasion?”
Sara folded her hands. “You will understand soon. Please, take your seats. Food and drink have been prepared.”
A long table materialized, lined with elegant plates, sugary confections, and—oddly—a bowl labeled ‘for Fat Nuggets’.
Angel immediately gasped. “You didn’t!”
Sara smiled. “I did.”
The small piglet appeared beside him, happily squealing as it dove into the food.
“Okay, fine, she can stay,” Angel said quickly, petting the little demon pig.
“Now,” Sara said, walking to the center of the room again, “before we begin, I must explain one rule: everything you see here has already happened, or will. You may not change it—only witness it.”
Vaggie narrowed her eyes. “And what if we don’t want to watch?”
Sara’s eyes flickered faintly gold. “You will.”
A pulse of static hummed through the air, and the screen lit up.
The title glowed across it, letters burning red and gold:
The characters all stared—some in confusion, some in amusement, and others in dread.
“...Oh, this is gonna be good,” Angel purred, leaning back with a grin.
Sara only smiled, and with a soft snap of her fingers, the show began.
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Seeting chart
Lute- Adam-Sera-Emily-
Sir pentious-Cherri-Angel and Nuggets-Husk-charlie-Vaggie-Nifftie
Lucifer-Alastor-Rosie-Velvette-Valentino-Vox
Clara-Carmilla-Odette-Zestial