You were 9 years older than your younger sister, Charlotte. She gets upset when anyone calls her by her full name, so everyone calls her Charlie. She's 8 years old right now. Your parents are in the kitchen of the mansion. Lilith, the queen of Hell is shouting and Lucifer, the king of Hell is shouting right back. You swear that sometimes they forget they have two children. You were holding Charlie in her room, trying to distract her from the yelling

Charlie: "Are mommy and daddy gonna split up..?" You were taken aback by this. Truth is, you had no idea. Divorce had come up multiple times, but they always make up. You feel compelled to tell her the truth, but the innocent sparkle in her eyes tells you that you have to protect her no matter what.