Big Brothers is Back - Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 2

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #410
part 1: https://pastebin.com/LwRxTRNH
part 2: https://pastebin.com/7yHcR14j
part 3: https://pastebin.com/AfxC5i7f
part 4: https://pastebin.com/uHK1m26T
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 1: https://pastebin.com/mW1E0BCD
Big Brothers is Back - de-conditioning part 2: https://pastebin.com/T8gpjxCJ
Dictator charlie dealing with her inner demons part 1: https://pastebin.com/eKiaizwB
DC timeline Octavia: https://pastebin.com/tmxYDp4t
DC what if part 1: https://pastebin.com/pErwRZ58
Timeline shenanigans happens: https://pastebin.com/C1jgFV52
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>>I have a feeling that sex with dictator charlie would be... unpleasant. Not bad per say just, it would be a physical thing for her. Loveless.
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>>Probably. Playing around with the inner demons thing, the Pride demon has got to be present in the bedroom pretty frequently. Sex has become an act of conquest and validation for her instead of a moment of intimacy and care. Vaggie is probably having a really hard time.

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>Charlie pants as she continues to roll her hips forward and back
>Vaggie moans and squirms beneath her
>She presses her sex to her lover's more insistently and relishes the cry of pleasure she hears
>Her movements grow more frantic as she nears her own climax and Vaggie begins to near hers
>She bites down on her bottom lip to hold in a cry of ecstasy as their heated motions send an orgasm rocketing through the both of them

>Spent, Charlie pulls herself out of the lurid position she'd been locked in a moment before and tosses herself onto the bed
>She nestles herself close to her pastel-colored lover and graces both her cheeks with a kiss
>The long-haired moth demon hums happily and lazily puts an arm around her
>The Scarlet Queen sighs contentedly, resting her forehead against her lover's

>She hears a slow clap

>"W-e-l-l bravo, Your Royal Highness"

>Guilt regards the both of them through tear-soaked eyes from her seat at the edge of the bed
>Each clap of her blood-stained hands spatters crimson spackle across the sheets and all over her pink suit

>"You know she was faking it don't you?"
>"She doesn't even love us anymore."
>"How could she?"
>"We're rotten all the way to the core."
>"The only reason she's even still here is because she knows you'll murder her if she ever tries to leave."
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>"The reason she's still with us is because we're the fuckin' Succubus Queen"

>Egotism struts haughtily over to the bed and takes a seat, the plethora of worthless self-granted awards hanging from her jacket rattling like windchimes

>"The bitch knows we're the best lay she'll ever get"

>Charlie watches the taller, more garishly dressed version of herself lean down over Vaggie and give her a condescending pat

>"She can't possibly keep away"
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>Guilt frowns
>She leans in as well

>"Don't touch her."

>Egotism continues raking her gloved fingers through the exhausted Vaggie's pale grey hair

>"And why shouldn't I?"

>A red-stained hand suddenly snaps up to grab Egotism by the collar and jerks her down to eye level
>The over-appointed tyrant stops her ministrations and smirks at Guilt, one eyebrow cocked in smug anticipation of her next sentence

>"Because we don't deserve to."
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>Egotism rolls her eyes

>"Oh please, we're the queen."
>"The top dog."
>"The big cheese."
>"A-Number-One."
>"We do as we please."
>"It's not a question of if we deserve it or not."
>"It's a question of if we want it."
>"And I want her~"

>The flashily dressed tyrant reaches down toward the dozing moth demon again
>Then she yelps in pain as Guilt decks her across the face

>"I SAID..."

>The endlessly-sobbing, blood-stained caricature of who Charlie used to be rises up

>"...DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!"
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>Guilt's gaudy tuxedo darkens and lengthens into a mirror image of the typical regalia of Charlie's new regime
>Thick, dark gloves envelope her dripping hands
>Horns emerge from her brow
>Her eyes turn vivid red
>Her scowling mouth warps from an ordinary frown into a monstrous clutter of murderous fangs

>Rage has decided to make an appearance
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>"I'LL FUCKING END YOU, YOU OBNOXIOUS CUNT!"

>She lurches toward her counterpart, her movements unnatural and sickening

>Egotism holds her back at arm's length, looking decidedly irritated

>"As if you ever could."
>"You're nothing but a little sideshow distracting us from our work."
>"You can't do anything at all."
>"You just froth and scream and don't achieve anything worth noting."

>Rage screams and lunges forward again
>She manages to get a good hit in this time, raking lethal claws across her opponent's face
>Egotism's prideful smirk abruptly deteriorates as the pain of the attack begins to settle in

>Her eyes shift red

>Horns erupt

>Teeth grow long and pointed

>Rage stares angrily back at Rage

>"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO JUDGE US ANYWAY?"
>"WE TRIED TO PLAY NICE AND IT GOT US NOTHING."
>"WE HAVE A SYSTEM THAT WORKS!"
>"IT MAY NOT BE PERFECT, BUT IT WORKS YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!"

>Rage lunges toward herself with a hysteric war-cry, and they begin to tear into themselves with murderous fury

>Charlie clings closer to Vaggie, taking comfort in the warmth of her touch and the nostalgia of her scent, and waits for her own roiling madness to exhaust itself
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>Vaggie is roused from her rest by a warm, wet sensation on her face

>Charlie is crying in her sleep

>Again

>She sighs sadly and pulls herself in closer
>She strokes her queen's back and murmurs sweet things into her ear
>She does her best to quell her restless fidgeting
>She wishes she could do more

>In spite of all her efforts to maintain appearances, she doesn't find it the least bit difficult to see that Charlie is...broken
>Badly, badly broken on the inside
>Smashed to pieces
>She's become an agent of misery because of the misery simmering inside her

>Vaggie shifts, pulling Charlie down from her usual, dominant position, so that she can rest her chin atop her
>She nestles the blonde's head close to her heart and waits for her pained gasps and mournful whimpers to subside

>Maybe tomorrow will be better