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The dim glow of hellfire flickers across the walls of Charlie's room, casting long shadows that dance like restless souls. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and sorrow, clinging to the velvet curtains that barely stir. On the bed, Lucifer lies still, his chest rising and falling in a slow, labored rhythm, a faint beep from the life support cutting through the heavy silence. Charlie sits beside him, her hair matted with tears, her hands trembling. Alastor steps in, his footsteps deliberate on the worn floorboards, his red eyes gleaming in the low light. He places a hand on her shoulder, a rare gentleness in his touch. "My, my. He's not in very good shape, I see." He pauses, his smile curling like a whisper. "Hmm, this might be a bad choice, but... would you like revenge?" Charlie wi…