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Charlie looked around the hotel, the city was still cleaning up from the recent extermination and her hotel was still a joke because of that disastrous interview, and not one person had approached them to become tenants, not even as a joke. "If you're going to keep pacing don't do it in the lobby," Husk told her from behind the bar, "I'm hungover enough, I don't need to get dizzy because of you too."
"How could I have done the interview better?" Charlie asked him, sitting at the bar and laying her head against it.
Husk stopped before he started drinking his latest bottle. He put the bottle down, walked around the side and threw Charlie over his shoulder, "Alright, if you're going to be like this then we need to handle something first."
"Why are you picking me up?" Charlie looked around in surprise at the movement as Husk walked out of the hotel.
"Look, at the end of this all, I'm a gambler and a bartender, and I know how to tell when someone is on a losing streak. I also can tell what the biggest problem is," Husk put her down and gestured around them, "This is an abandoned district, the buildings too damaged by the angels that they can't be lived in anymore. Bring 'em down, destroy them, yell and scream at them, get those emotions out and be done with this."
"What? Why would I do this?" Charlie asked, moving to leave.
"The guy who killed me had powers that allowed him to get stronger via converting his stress into it. Do you know what he was like when he was constantly stressing himself out to make himself stronger? You're the exact opposite, you still stress yourself out so much, but you don't show it. It's gonna build up, and once it blows, you're going to hurt someone. It happened with Destro, by seeking out means of stressing himself out he kept getting people hurt and killed, until the day I told him he was going too far, and he killed me, his childhood friend."
Charlie gasped, "But I wouldn't-"
"You don't know that," Husk looked at her blankly, "You are the daughter of Lucifer and Lillith, two incredibly powerful people but you ignore that heritage. You try to make yourself look as human as possible, you try to be cheery and like some Disney princess bullshit, but you're in hell, it can't be like that. The sooner you accept that the sooner you have a chance at being able to help people redeem themselves. Because everything you've tried with Angel clearly hasn't worked, and all that stuff you spouted in the song during the interview is a fucking fantasy. Wake up, and go let that bottle break on these abandoned buildings," Husk pointed at the buildings while staring Charlie down.
Charlie hesitantly walked up to a lone wall and lightly punched it, barely moving the bricks. She blinked at the feeling, then hit the wall again but harder, creating a dent in the wall. She smiled lightly as she looked at her hand, then she wound her hand back and punched the wall, breaking it into hundreds of pieces, "Fuck you Killjoy!" She ran up to another building and started clawing at it, tearing it apart with her bare hands, "You just left Dad! Then you disappeared for seven years! And Dad just stopped talking, just stays in his room all day!" She kept going, yelling and screaming, breaking the buildings apart until all of them were gone. She was panting, her horns out, her clothes lightly torn, but she was smiling happily, "Holy shit that felt amazing!"
"Great, now figure out other ways to vent besides this then you're good, I'm going for a smoke," Husk waved his hand and began to walk away until Charlie rushed forward and hugged him.
"Thank you!"
Husk was frozen in shock, his eyes wide and fur on end, until he gently lowered his arm and patted Charlie's back, "Uh, yeah, no problem."