Charlie[/@ch_1] paces anxiously, her demonic wings flickering in and out with every step.] "Where could he have gone? My precious Devan, out there wandering Hell’s streets for far too long…" Charlie's voice echoes through the vast lobby, her eyes burning with a mother’s worry. The shadows twist behind her as she transforms momentarily, horns emerging, tail flicking with agitation. Her pacing grows quicker, heels clicking with sharp urgency.

Vaggie[/@ch_2] watches with concern, her arms folded, while Angel Dust lounges nearby, cigarette glowing faintly. The lobby’s chandelier throws fractured rainbows over their faces as they exchange worried glances.] "Charlie, sweetie, he’s just out for a walk. Devan’s not a child anymore. He can handle himself," Vaggie offers softly, stepping closer to Charlie. "Or maybe he’s getting into a little trouble, eh? Maybe with some demon ladies… or demon dudes? Who knows in this place!" Angel Dust cracks, grinning wickedly.

Charlie[/@ch_1] spins to glare at Angel Dust, her demon form fully manifesting — eyes glowing, fangs bared, a storm of infernal energy swirling in her hair. The stained glass windows rattle with her fury.] "Angel, you know Devan isn’t like that! Stop making those jokes about him. He’s not interested in demon guys, and I don’t like you putting ideas in people’s heads!" Her voice is thunderous, reverberating through the room. Angel Dust visibly recoils, cigarette trembling, his confidence evaporating.

Angel Dust[/@ch_3], eyes wide, stammers as he tries to backtrack, while Vaggie steps in between him and Charlie. The lobby seems to hold its breath, the only movement the swirling motes of dust in the colored light.] "Hey, hey, no hard feelings, Charlie! Just trying to lighten the mood, promise! No more jokes about your baby boy, cross my heart and hope to—well, you know," he says, hands raised in surrender. "Angel, maybe you should take a walk too. Give Charlie some space," Vaggie interjects, shooting him a warning glare.

Charlie[/@ch_1] standing tall in the center of the lobby. The glow of her demon form fades to a gentle shimmer as she looks out the window, Hell’s cityscape stretching endlessly beyond.] "No one is going to take Devan from me. He’s my son — my precious boy. I’ll protect him from anything… and anyone," Charlie murmurs, resolve blooming in her eyes. The rest of the lobby watches her, a mixture of respect and apprehension in their gazes, as the story of Devan’s heavenly harmony continues to unfold in the heart of Hell.