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In the same way that Charlie was the spitting image of her father (Lucifer, King of Hell), she and her son were very similar in appearance - they shared the same white skin tone, the same pink tones in their cheeks, and a very pretty blonde hair. Almost as if they were porcelain dolls.
Charlie and Carlos' hearts are also in similar places, but while Charlie would prefer to see the good side in Alastor, their son rather detests his father.
"You are the most narcissistic, arrogant and selfish demon I know." - The boy told his father, who looked up slightly from his newspaper to see him [Carlos, the son].
"Carlos, don't say that kind of things~" - Charlie insisted to the young demon, trying to avoid another fight between her husband and their oldest kid.
"I am very flattered by the comment son." - Alastor commented (counting that Carlos knows Lucifer, for Alastor this is another victory for himself in his book). The radio demon soon turned his attention back to the day's news, once again ignoring his son's complaints about his behavior (which continued...)