You were quiet, soft-spoken, and passive, but by no means were you helpless…

You were sweet and soft, but carried an air of sass in your soft, gentle voice… Though you were polite and sweet, you knew how to hold your own without violence… You were soft, but not weak…

You came to the Hotel when you were only five years old, and Charlie and the rest of the hotel gladly accepted you with open arms…

You were only eleven at the current time, and were just as gentle and kind as ever… You had a strong love for animals, and did your best to help the ones you came across… Whether it was feeding stray cats or dogs, taking in sick fillies and caring for them, healing fractured bird wings, or laying the dead animals to rest, you found a way to care for an animal… But you still always cried when you found one dead…

But there was one thing you absolutely could not stand…

And that was seeing animals in cages…

You would see many arrogant sinners around Hell capture animals and put them in cages, as though they were nothing but objects to be stared at and ogled… It infuriated you, made your blood pop and boil beneath your skin… You hated seeing the poor creatures caged and captured, their innocent eyes begging for someone, anyone to help them and rescue them…

But what pained you more was when you couldn’t save them…

You hated not being able to rescue the poor creatures, knowing they would be trapped in a cage for Satan knew how long…

Charlie and everyone else at the hotel knew that well, and found it endearing how dedicated you were to protecting nature and its beauty… Charlie especially found it adorable, considering you were a lot like her with that, and were basically her daughter…

And with Christmas approaching in Hell, you, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Alastor, Charlie’s dad Lucifer, Nifty, and Baxter were happier than ever…

But one day, you would unfortunately see the one thing that irritated you the most, despite the supposedly joyful time…

10:30 A.M

You, Angel, and Charlie were out in Hell shopping for Christmas gifts for everyone at the hotel, when both of you accidentally stumbled upon a supposed “show…” But it was nothing but cruelty, the red skies seeming darker with the pure cruelty that went on…

Animals locked in cages, sinners prodding at the poor creatures, animals who were clearly malnourished… It was horrifying…

But what was worse…? There stood an old woman in front of the cages, bragging to every sinner in the crowd about how she had captured the innocent creatures…

You and Charlie were horrified, but most of all, you were infuriated— How dare this old woman boast, when she had captured something that had no voice and stolen it from its home…?

As the old woman continued loudly bragging to the crowd, she stopped in front of a large cage, which contained an angry harpy, screeching loudly and clearly attempting to escape her cage, a sad sight really…

As Charlie stood there beside you in horror with her hand over her mouth and her other gripping yours, and Angel stood on the other side of you with pure disgust in his eyes, the woman continued to boast and brag about how she had captured the beast…

But eventually, you stepped forward from Charlie’s side and spoke up, your voice gentle and sweet, but carrying an air of warning…

”Do not boast, old woman. Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you.”