Picking Charlie up, I carried her to a bench close by so I could properly clean her up. Grabbing a handkerchief from my pocket, I started cleaning her face and removing the ruined makeup.
This didn't take too long. After I had done that, I began removing the gunk and trash from her dress, making sure not to leave a single piece.
Once I had finished cleaning her up, I sat down beside her, placing my jacket over her and making sure she wasn't getting cold.
And we sat together. Charlie was still crying a bit. I placed my hand over her head and began to slowly pat her, trying my best to soothe her.
After a minute of this, Charlie's tears began to slowly stop and she even lay down on my lap.
"So, want to talk about it?" I asked, patting her head.
She didn't respond, simply lying down and sulking. I didn't pry any further since she clearly didn't want to talk right now.
So, patting Charlie's head, we just stayed on the bench in silence, with me trying to calm her down and Charlie crying a bit.
"Seviathan..." Charlie finally spoke, and hearing Seviathan's name was something I expected.
"What about Seviathan, Charlie?" I asked her.
"Seviathan and I... broke up," she said, her tears slowly starting to form again.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up over this. Maybe he had a reason, you know. Maybe he thinks he's not good enough for someone like you, and talking trash like him deserves someone just as trashy," I said, trying to cheer her up.
This got me a light chuckle as Charlie wiped her face and sat up next to me.
"Yeah... and don't get me started on the smell. He always smelled like fresh fish," she said, chuckling.
"I know. I mean, how do you even smell like that all day despite being always on land? I mean, we have showers—maybe learn to bathe." This caused Charlie to laugh even more.
"Yeah, if you're going to be a fish demon, why don't you learn how to take a bath? I mean, Aunt Levy's a fish and she smells absolutely wonderful," Charlie said.
Charlie laughed at her own comment, and once she had stopped laughing she leaned her head on my shoulder and started to ask some rather deep questions.
"Hey, Stygy... do you think I'll ever find a guy who loves me like Mom and Dad love each other?" she asked; her tone sounded almost expectant.
Thinking of what to say to her in order not to break her heart even further, I mentally prepared myself just in case she freaked out.
"Charlie, I don't know if or when you'll find someone, but I'm sure whether they're a guy or a girl they'll be a much better match for you than that loser ever was. Who knows—maybe one day an angel from heaven itself will come down and give you a personal message about who your soulmate is."
"Heh, don't be corny. It doesn't suit you. Well, until that day comes I should probably focus on my future dream," she said, clenching her fist.
"And what would that be?" I asked her, since I was rather curious what her dream was.
"Well, it's gonna sound really stupid, but I want to make a hotel about rehabilitating sinners!" she said, doing jazz hands.
"Oh... oh... no," I said, a bit concerned.
"You think it's stupid, don't you?" she said, looking a bit down.
"I think everything you do is stupid, but I support them either way. I just think you don't really know what you're getting into with trying to rehabilitate these people. They tried to rob us just last week."
"Uh, you sound like Dad. I just think people should be given a chance to change and have hope that things could be better, you know? Every year I watch as our people are killed and I know it isn't as bad as when it was a monthly thing, but watching them die and not be given a chance—it's just..." Charlie said, her hands trembling a bit.
Holding them, I comforted her.
"I know. You see the good in everyone, Charlie, even in the worst of people. But maybe, just maybe, some of them don't deserve it?" I said, stating the fact.
"I know. It's just sad how heaven doesn't listen to any of my ideas! Dad won't even let me talk to an angel there, much less someone in charge."
Thinking of what Charlie said, an idea formed and I spoke.
"What if someone could get them to listen, you know, hypothetically?" I said to Charlie.
"Well, hypothetically that would be great. If they could see that some demons can be redeemed and be good people, maybe—just maybe—they'll finally let some of the sinners in! Or maybe let them see their families there!" she said, oblivious to my involvement with heaven.
"Those are great ideas, truly, and I hope that one day heaven would listen to your brilliant ideas, little sister," I said, doing my best smile.
Charlie looked at me with a smug smile and spoke, "Little? For your information, mister, I am five months older than you."
"Kind of hard to tell with how short you are," I replied.
"Short!? For your information I am 6'5", and that is a completely average height for a demon such as me!" she said, puffing her cheeks.
Pinching them, Charlie tried to struggle free, and once she did she simply laughed at me before getting up from the bench.
"Come on, we still have a party to go to," she said, handing me her hand.
Grabbing it and getting up, I walked alongside Charlie. As we walked, I looked over at her to see if she was finally okay before finally asking the question.
"Hey, Charlie, why were you crying earlier? I know it's Seviathan, but could you be more clear?"
Charlie stopped walking, turned to me, and spoke.
"Seviathan was... cheating on me," she said, looking down with a bit of tears coming out.
I felt my carapace crack a bit and felt something I had long forgotten—ah yes, rage.
"Hey, it's not that bad! You know, we could just ignore him forever and—" Charlie was cut off when I placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Charlie... go home. I'll be busy for a while," I said, picking her up and placing her on my shoulder.
"Hey, put me down!" she said, struggling to break free.
I whistled for Goldship and within seconds he was there, covered in dirt. He wiggled the dirt off him, and once he was clean enough I conjured rope and tied Charlie just enough to hold her there.
"Hey, Stygy, think about this—you can't just kill someone over this! It's a bit excessive, don't you think?" she screamed as she was tied on Goldship's back.
I didn't answer, simply ordering him to go back home. And go home he did; he ran past multiple vehicles and completely ignored anyone else in his way. I swear I saw him hit a child intentionally.
But that was for later. Right now there's a fish who needs to be... dealt with.
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Harem Charlie.
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