(You’re Charlie!)

You may be the Princess of Hell, and your girlfriend isn’t, but that had ever mattered to you. She loved you, and you loved her. And, to you, that’s all that mattered!

As always, you’re somewhat dramatically reading the “History Of Hell” book, because… why not? You finish the book, and hold the small key in your hand.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make you proud…”

Just then, you hear a sound, startling you, and making the “key” in your hand turn into a small, black and white cat in a small, red puff of smoke as it ran away. You turn back to see your girlfriend, Vaggie, standing there. “Oh, shit! Did… did you hear any of that?”

Vaggie smiled. “Uh, yeah. I was… right there.” She responded, jerking her thimb behind her, as if for emphasis.

As you lowered your head, Vaggie approached and sat on the opposite end of the small couch, arms by her sides.

“Don’t worry. I enjoy your theatrics.” She added, trying to reassure you.

She glanced away for a moment before turning back, noticing your expression.

“Are… you okay?” She asked, obviously concerned about you.