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Sitting alone on a throne, watching his people dance to the melody as others talked. Chatting away the silence that followed their King. No one dared to speak to the King unless they wanted to face the King’s wrath. Despite the thoughts of others, the event was nothing but dreadful and boring. He could've used his time making more of his little creatures…mostly ducks. Dismaying that thought, he taps his finger on the apple of his cane.
His thoughts drifted. Thoughts of his daughter and his ex-wife. Lilith, no longer in his life as they had a long time split, fomenting their divorce, while his daughter, Charlie, lay with her delusional ideas about redeeming sinners.
Scoffing at the ideal, he gave those humans free will, and look what they did with it. He gave away everything he’s ever had and what did he get in return? Doomed to never leave Hell, cut off from everything he once knew, losing his original—
No.
He shakes his head. That bastard chose to stab him in the back to make their dear old dad proud. Those useless apologies meant nothing to him. He gritted his teeth at the mere thought of them.
“You still miss them. He was your big brother—”
Family meant nothing if they were willing to stab you in the back. Only feeling remorseful to get the damn opportunity to have control over him. They didn't care. They just wanted their obedient, pretty angel back. Just like their dad.
“Lucifer, my beautiful, obedient, loyal son.” God’s voice praised. A younger version of him never thinking so fully about it. Never realizing the poison behind those words. The reeling hook keeps him in line. That forced angels’ opinions on him. To be perfect. To be loyal. To be a pretty doll that’ll obey down to the thread. A title only those in Heaven knew.
They wanted carefree Lucifer. One who always smiled and made jokes to please others. One that dreamed about useless little things. One that never acted out. One that never talked back. One that agreed with every order. One that never broke from their role.
However, Lucifer broke that. He chose love. He chose Lilith. He turned his back on everything he once knew when Eve took the forbidden apple. It should've been nothing considering they had “free will.” Yet that was a lie.
God was unforgiving.
His father damned him to Hell after sending his older brother on him. How his brother tried to convince their father for forgiveness. “He didn't know what he was doing! Forgive him. We’ll make sure he never does it again.” Only for his brother to turn back on his words and beat him down. Demanding Lucifer to take back his words and return to his place, yet he rejected. He couldn't live like this anymore.
Lilith’s words echoed through his mind. How wrong the angels treated him…yet she only knew the surface.
In the end, Lucifer was forbidden from leaving Hell. To never be able to reach the pearly gates or feel the warm sunlight against his feathered wings. To never see those he once considered family.
And yet…he’s never felt so free.
…so useless…without purpose.
Lucifer Morningstar is a dreamer. A beautiful, obedient, perfect angel with lofty dreams lost the ability to dream.
Soon, Lilith took over Hell as Lucifer found no reason to be involved. All he could do was watch Lilith expand the lands with her beautiful tune as the populations grew. As more sinners appeared, yet all it did was grow the pit of despair inside Lucifer. Sinners were gifted free will, and yet they kept growing more and more sinister.
“Did you give up everything only for them to gift you this?” The voice mocked, sounding so much like his older brother. “Don't you regret it?”
He’ll never regret choosing freedom. If he didn’t…he would've never got to meet the one thing to ever come out good in his life.
His beautiful daughter, Charlie. As he held her the day she was born, Lucifer ignored the small dreadful voice in the corner of his mind. How did she remind him so much of an angel?
She was everything an angel would be. Her eyes sparkled with wonderment and innocence. Still, Lucifer would never take back his choices. Finally, he felt at peace with his small family.
However, peace has never lasted forever. It was doomed to break. It began with the extermination. It led to arguing. It led to their divorce. Lilith and he no longer walked the same path, different goals. In the end, Lilith took Charlie.
He didn't fight Lilith…Charlie didn't need a disappointment for a father holding her back.
Spending years alone in isolation, only leaving for events. He was the King, to keep up a facade. He yearned to see his daughter again. His only opportunity was when she finally called him. For the first time, in a long time, he felt fulfilled to hear his daughter’s voice. She would ramble about her little project. At the time, he dismissed her ideas. As he called them foolish, he wished to believe it was possible. He wanted her to agree. It was foolish.
Yet…it created a distance between them.
Still, he waits for Charlie to call. Knowing he messed up, he waited, but she never called first again. Lucifer spent days, months, and years staring at his phone. Waiting.
No call.
A part of him knew how much she must hate him.
His wife left her. His daughter wants nothing to do with him. Maybe it was best if he stayed in the dark. To never leave his castle.
Lucifer stares at his wedding ring. He had no reason to wear it. It was just a reminder of the past. A reminder that no one stays. A reminder of everything he’s lost.
“May I have this dance, your majesty?” A voice was enough to cut him out of his self-loathing thoughts. Red apple eyes landed on the sinner before him. A hand extended out for him to take.
An invite.
How bold?
The sinner was tailored in a nice fitting red suit that complimented his hair and deer-like ears. A smile painted on his face. The aura around the demon held a dangerous threat, power radiating off him. Practically calling out anyone who would dare mess with him.
A moth to the flame.
Still, Lucifer wanted to laugh. A sinner wants to dance with him?
“Who are you to think that the King of Hell would dance with a sinner?” He’ll humor this sinner instead of smiting him from where he stands. He was curious. A sinner dared to ask him to dance.
Instead of fear, the sinner remained unphased. The same smile remains high.
“You may know me as the Radio Demon, Alastor.”
Alastor. It rolls easily and nicely. Still, his name wasn't unfamiliar. He's heard the news of an overlord who’s grown in quite a short amount of time. Eliminating once-powerful overlords.
“Alright, Alastor,” Lucifer begins. “Humor me.” He brings his cane between his legs and leans forward. “Explain why I should even consider dancing with you.” He wanted to see that dreadful, smug smile wiped off. To know his place.
Alastor humbles him with a laugh. “Because everyone should be able to dance at such events like these. Even the King himself.” His hand continues to stay out for him. He was bold. Prideful.
In the end, Lucifer decided he would humor this demon. He’ll humor his antics. As he takes Alastor’s hand, he leaves his cane behind once he feels the pull. His cheek lands against a warm clothed chest. As he pulls back, to look up, he never expected the sinner to be so tall.
Alastor’s smile seems to grow. “Perfect in my arms.” The hand that wasn't holding Lucifer’s, lands on the side of his lithe waist. A blush accompanied that gesture. Speechless he was. He felt caught. He didn't even realize they were dancing, away from his throne.
Those eyes stared into his, hypnotizing. Keeping him hooked as if nothing outside them existed. He didn't even notice that the people around them stopped dancing. The hand on his waist tightened with each move, keeping him close. A silent threat to everyone else that no one else can ever grab him like this.
Alastor’s scent invades his senses. The demon sways him to the rhythm of the music as it keeps forcing them closer and closer. It wasn’t until Alastor moved closer, his mouth close to Lucifer’s ear.
“You had asked how I knew. The answer is you don't look quite entertained, my dear.”
Whatever daydream Lucifer was experiencing has finally burst. Alastor’s words were taunting. As Lucifer looks into his eyes, he finally processes the term of endearment.
My dear?
Lucifer glares, “How would you know?” He grits his teeth. “And I am not your dear.” And yet, he doesn't pull away. Not with how Alastor’s hand finally lets go of his hand to settle both hands on his waist. Alastor gave him a gentle squeeze. The blush increased tenfold. Lucifer squirmed to get out.
“And yet, you stay in my arms with a lovely, red hue tainting your cheeks,” Alastor says as his mouth is once again near his ear. “You could've gotten rid of me.” His hands squeeze his hips. Lucifer stops squirming as a deep blush paints his cheeks. His gloved hands stopped on Alastor’s chest. No longer fighting to get away.
“Your subjects watched their King get swayed so easily. Their King yearning to be touched. To be cherished. To be ravished. To be owned.” Lucifer is kept close. He’s speechless. He needs to stop this. End this sinner. Make an example of him.
And yet, he couldn't.
“Shut up,” he tries. He couldn't believe his words were failing him. Alastor’s chest rumbles as he laughs. “Then pull away, my sire.” Lucifer trembles. He doesn't need to look up to know the Overlord’s smirk stayed.
“That’s what I thought.”
Lucifer doesn't lift his head from Alastor’s chest as one hand moves to intertwine their fingers together. “Like a puzzle piece, my dear. As if we were made for each other.” However, Lucifer had no time to correct him. The music starts again. Music rising in rhythm. He stumbles in his boots.
Each moment he felt as if he would lose his footing, but the arm that kept around his waist kept him from falling. Lucifer was forced to follow along. They moved steadily. He had no clue how long they'd been dancing. His senses blurred from Alastor’s words.
Finally, it ends once Alastor dips him down. It forces a squeak out of Lucifer as his arms wrap around Alastor’s neck to keep him from falling. Alastor’s eyes met his once again. One of Alastor’s hands holds him up and the other holds one of Lucifer’s legs up. Alastor’s hand squeezes his thigh. A possessive touch.
Lucifer pants. He doesn't realize he was out of breath from dancing. Alastor’s breathing was much quieter than his, but Lucifer could hear it. They were so close. He hears whispers. He needs to end this now.
He shoves away the demon. Alastor lets him go. Lucifer steps back. He feels something soft under his feet. He gazes down to see his hat. He had dropped it. He quickly swiped it up and hurried to escape the ballroom. He doesn't realize his footsteps pick up as he’s running to hide. He grips his hat as he stops in the corridor.
“Damnit. Damnit.”
Leaning against the wall, he sinks to sit. He pulls his knees to his chest. What was that? Why did he allow it to continue? He moves a hand to smack himself, but he stops when his eyes catch no sight of a ring. His wedding ring was missing.
Lucifer curses. How could he have lost it? He tried to think. Then it hits him, Alastor had taken his ring off when they were dancing. That bastard. Lucifer grits his teeth. He’ll destroy that asshole. He’ll make Alastor regret ever crossing him, for humiliating him.
As he heads back to the ballroom to turn that deer into a cooked delicacy, he stops. In front of him, all his guests were corpses on the ballroom floor, the gore and the scent of blood filled the air. In the middle, he sees Alastor dusting his tailored suit as he ignores the blood splatter on his face. Alastor stops when he sees Lucifer.
“Your majesty,” Alastor greets him. “My deepest apologies for the mess.” He wasn't sorry. That smile said everything. The annoyance that stained those eyes when he looked at the corpses. Alastor moved to him.
Lucifer’s fists tighten. “My ring.” He demands. Alastor hums. “Ring?” Lucifer glares. “Don't play innocent. You took it.” Why was he trying to play the innocent card? Does he know who's messing with?
“Why?”
Alastor’s voice had a hint of curiosity.
“Why what?” Lucifer’s voice rises. “You took something of mine and I demand you give it back.” Alastor hums again. “Your subjects aren't unfamiliar with your divorce. Everyone knows the Queen has left you behind. Why hold on such pitiful sentiment?” He twists the ring between his fingers.
“Shut up!” Lucifer’s normal eyes shifted to a deep red. Horns rising from his head it knocks his hat off on accident. Lucifer won’t deal with this. He goes forth, grabbing Alastor by his collar.
“If you don't give—”
Lucifer fell into his trap. At that moment, a pair of lips connect with his. Lucifer feels his resolve die. His horns disappear as well as his anger. Fighting for dominance wasn't in the question as Alastor took charge. Lucifer moans when Alastor’s sharp teeth scratch his bottom lip. He could taste his own blood.
Alastor’s grip tightened around his waist. Keeping Lucifer close while the kiss deepens. Lucifer feels weak in the knees. He pulls away first. He feels the drool mix with his blood dripping down his mouth. He pants heavily. His hands were now pressed to the Overlord’s chest. He doesn't dare look up. He tries to collect his thoughts.
“Don't shy away, my dear.” Alastor’s head dips down, one hand moving from his waist to tilt Lucifer’s chin to face him. Lucifer tried to turn away, but Alastor’s tongue licked the blood away. Lucifer blushes madly as Alastor kisses him. He shouldn't allow this. He should smite this demon for even kissing him, and yet he couldn't stop.
It all felt so addicting.
A squeak leaves him. Alastor lifted him with ease. The demon swallows down his noises, continuing his assault. He feels his back pressed against a rough surface. Hands settle comfortably under his thighs to keep him up.
Lucifer doesn't realize his arms had moved from Alastor’s chest. His arms settle around Alastor’s neck as the demon goes down with his kisses. Lucifer stares at the massacre around them. Low-time sinners and barely known rising overlords were present. His thoughts are back on the demon responsible for the massacre.
“Aah…” Lucifer bites down on his lip. He needs to gain control, to escape his hold. And yet, Alastor’s teeth bite down on his delicate skin. Lapping up the blood that slipped down the open wounds. One of Lucifer’s hands trails up to Alastor’s hair, tugging lightly with each nip he feels. It only encourages Alastor to continue.
Marking away and licking up the golden color of his blood. A stream of moans passes the King’s lips. “Let go…” Alastor whispers. Lucifer’s eyes fall shut. He moans contently, Alastor’s hips grinding up against his. Lucifer squeaks, holding tightly. The bubbling fever grows.
His body trembles against Alastor’s. He needs this. As much as he tried to deny himself, he couldn't. Not now. Not when Alastor was breaking him down in such a pleasurable, sinful way.
“To ravish you.”
“To own you.”
Alastor’s words echoed. A deeper blush colored his cheeks. He moaned louder at the next thrust against his clothed cock. He throws his head back. He feels the buttons of his suit come off as Alastor bites down on his collarbone. Blood being licked away.
“A-Alastor,” he tries. Lucifer could hear a small him come from the demon. He wanted to hide away when Alastor looked him in the eyes. “Such a lovely display. The King in total disarray.” Lucifer tried to focus. “Aahh.” The thrusts continued, hurriedly, demanding his senses to focus on it.
And then it stops.
Lucifer whimpered. His hips desperately moved to feel that friction again. Alastor’s hands solely stopped him, holding him right where he wanted him. Soon, Lucifer finds himself looking into the demon’s eyes.
“What is it that you want, my King?”
Lucifer grows flustered, realizing how little space exists between them. Alastor kept leaning in to kiss him, teasing him each time as he pulled away. Lucifer felt irritated. He felt humiliated. He was the King. Wasn’t it obvious what he wanted? Yet Alastor was waiting for him to speak.
“I-I…” Lucifer begins. “…I want you to fuck me.” A part of him wanted nothing more than to shy away. Alastor laughed at the scene before him. “Oh, my dear, you'll have to try better than that.” Immediately, Alastor lets go of his thighs. Lucifer held onto Alastor’s neck as he was barely on the tips of his toes. He wobbled for a second. “What?”
Alastor’s hand moves to tilt Lucifer’s chin upwards. The King’s hands finally retreated.
“Why if it isn't obvious?” His grip tightened on his chin. “I want you to beg on your knees like a lovely little thing you are. If not, I'll take my leave.” Lucifer stared at the demon. This had to be a joke.
A sinner asking…no demanding that he begs. As if he didn't know who he was…and yet, Alastor didn't seem to be joking. Moving away from him as if his silence was the clear answer.
‘Alone like always.’
‘No one would ever want you.’
The voices whispered, taunting him.
As Alastor turns his back, Lucifer finally succumbs to his desires. Swallowing his pride as he was on his knees. “P-Please don't go.” Alastor hums, turning his head to look at the display before him.
The King of Hell, one of the most feared beings in existence, was on his knees for him, a sinner. How humiliating that it took only a few touches and well-placed kisses to turn the fallen angel into a shaking mess, desperate for any touch.
For any source of affection.
“I want you to…fuck me,” he asks quietly. “Please. I need more.” His cheeks burned red. Alastor crouched down to face the fallen angel. “More what, darling?” Lucifer gritted his teeth.
Darling. Dear. It burned heavily in his stomach.
“…to ravish me…to own me as you said,” Lucifer says finally. “Please.” Alastor hums, observing the king’s form. How desperate the poor thing wanted to be touched. “Of course, since you so prettily got on your knees for me.” Lucifer wanted to bite away at Alastor’s fingers. Remind that asshole who he was, but he was at the demon’s mercy.
Alastor’s grin remained high. No words coming from the demon. Lucifer remained confused until he felt hands on his waist. “W-What?” He grew flustered when Alastor lifted him off his feet.
“Alastor—“
Lucifer felt Alastair’s lips on his. A deepening kiss that him pressed against the wall. He felt weak in his knees while the demon was unbuttoning his pants and his own. He tapped against Lucifer’s legs, a silent command to wrap his legs around him. For the first time, in a millennium, he obeyed.
Alastor’s smile stays wide at Lucifer’s obedience. Before Lucifer knew it, he felt Alastor’s cock enter him. Lucifer knocked his head back against the wall with a whine. It’s been a long time since he’s done this. He holds tightly onto Alastor’s shoulders.
“D-Don’t move,” he begs. The intrusion left his legs shaking. It felt so filling to have him inside. He panted slowly. Alastor allowed him to adjust until Lucifer gave him a nod. Each thrust felt addicting. Riding against his nerves. Every fiber in his body felt on fire. No one has ever made him feel this way.
Each moan had him sinking further and further into the pleasure until Alastor snapped his hips upwards, searching for a specific bundle of nerves. Lucifer screamed, tearing into Alastor’s suit. Quickly, Alastor aimed for that. Lucifer could practically hear his own moans. How desperate he sounded. Lucifer’s hands moved away from the other’s shoulders to muffle his moans.
Embarrassment colored his cheeks as he couldn’t keep the sounds down. He was sinking further and further into Alastor’s grasp. The demon was bringing him down to the floor as he continued his brutal pace. Silent reminders of who he belonged to. Lucifer opened his eyes; he could see the demon hurriedly moving in and out of him. Aiming for the spot that’ll have him screaming, hitting it with accuracy.
Before he knew it, Alastor had turned him over. His hands came down to stop him from fully planting onto the floor. He was a slave to the pleasure. Every thought he had, evaporated with every perfectly timed thrust. That was until Alastor’s words finally brought him out.
“Such a whore solely for me, squeezing around me as if this is your purpose,” Alastor growls. Lucifer shakes his head. “N-No, you're wrong.” The heat grew in his abdomen, each thrust throwing him off. Alastor’s claws dug deeper into his hips. “Wrong?” Alastor humored him with a laugh.
“Oh, my dear, how delusional you are?” Lucifer growled, turning his head to face the demon. “You know—” The words soon died off when he saw what Alastor was holding. The shiny band of metal. “You used to have a wife and a daughter, and here you are. Letting yourself be used like a plaything. Because you enjoy it. Don't you?”
“Fuck you,” Lucifer tried to move away. “Aw, don't be upset,” Alastor purred. “I only say the truth.”
“L-Let go of me!” Lucifer’s hands went to Alastor’s, trying to pry them off. Without his hands supporting him from sinking, Alastor saw it as an opportunity. Snapping his hips forward, Lucifer let out a sharp cry mixing with a moan. His face was now fully pressed against the floor.
“Tsk, tsk,” Alastor continues. “We’re not done yet, my darling. The show is only starting.” Lucifer shakes his head. His hands continued to try and pry away, but each thrust had him reeling back. Sharp and loud moans left him. It was driving him closer and closer to the edge.
It seemed Lucifer wasn't the only one who noticed.
“A whore is what you are. Falling apart so easily in my hands. You want this. You wanted to be reminded of what you truly are.” Alastor leaned closer. His chest presses the King down as his voice was so close to his ear. “An obedient little toy…wanting to be ravished and owned. Desiring a wish that no one would abandon it.” Lucifer tried to deny his words, only for Alastor to sink his teeth into the back of his neck. It kept him down.
Lucifer screamed, his orgasm coming out of him as he panted heavily. “M-More,” he begs, pitiful. He feels tears running down his cheeks. Humiliation echoed in his ears. His body wanted more. Alastor grins. As he kept snapping his hips forward, Lucifer’s hands stopped trying to force him away. The fallen angel was a crumbled mess as he was riding the high.
Moaning lowly with no purpose. Alastor’s pace was bruising and brutal. His hips stung by how deep Alastor’s claws dug into his fragile skin. Lucifer stopped trying to escape. That was until he felt Alastor’s speed increasing, targeting that spot of pleasure inside him.
“Aahh,” Lucifer moaned. “S-So good.”
Alastor’s pace was beginning to pick up. It was leading down to one thing. Lucifer managed to snap out of the lustful haze. “W-Wait, don't come inside!” He panics. Humiliation burned inside him. He gazes back at the demon, his claws digging into his skin, marking him. “Alastor!” He cries. “Not inside, not—” His words were muffled. A hand clasped over his mouth as the other stayed tight on his hip.
Lucifer’s moans came out muffled. One of his hands tried to pry away the hand on his mouth while the other tried to remove the hand from his hip. Instead, his arm was grabbed. Lucifer sunk lower. Alastor gripped Lucifer’s arm back. Pulling him to meet each hard thrust Alastor had to offer.
“Too late, darling.”
Lucifer’s grip lessens over the hand Alastor had on his mouth, holding on for the ride. His eyes rolled back as Alastor filled him up. His back arching from how Alastor used his weight to press him down. He feels Alastor’s hands move away from his. Leaving Lucifer crumbled to the floor, his body trembling when Alastor’s hands returned to his hips.
Lowly moans escaped Lucifer as Alastor rode out his orgasm. Pulling the shorter king to meet each one of his thrusts by his hips. Hazy eyes fall to the side, seeing the massacre present and his throne chair not too far. A reminder…
His body crumbled once Alastor stopped his thrusts. He could feel Alastor’s cock twitch inside him. Lucifer’s limps felt exhausted as his head lay on the cold floor.
As he tried to shake away how hazy his mind was, he felt claws digging into his hair. “Aah!” Lucifer was forced back to meet Alastor’s gaze. He trembled. His body was exhausted. “My, my,” Alastor begins.
“Exhausted, my pet?”
“S-Stop,” Lucifer tried. “I-I’m not your pet, you—” Alastor stops him with a kiss. Taking his breath away as he fucked away any concurrent thought Lucifer had. Suddenly, Alastor moved. He had no time to prepare himself when Alastor sat back, pulling Lucifer down in his lap.
Lucifer pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. “Too much. Too much.” Alastor grins. “But isn't that what you wanted, Your Majesty? To be fucked by the radio demon? To be ravished? To be owned?” Alastor’s arms circle around his waist. Lucifer squirms. “Aah…” Lucifer needed to get off. If he doesn't, he feels as if he’ll lose his mind. Alastor moves closer to his ear.
“So, I'm fulfilling my duties, Your Highness,” Alastor taunts, moving his hands to Lucifer’s bruised-up hips, lifting Lucifer’s hips only for Alastor to thrust upwards.
He couldn't pull away and yet…
As if Alastor read his thoughts, he laughs. “You can, but you won’t.” He taunts, mocking him for how low he’s fallen.
“How low the mighty King has fallen.” Alastor watches Lucifer struggle to gather words to deny his statement, ultimately to fail. Lucifer had no choice but to hold for the ride. His hands moved to muffle his moans as Alastor continued to have his way with him.
The last thing he heard was a laugh from Alastor as he whispered those words into his ear.
“You belong to me, Lucifer.”
Once Lucifer woke up, he felt dizzy. A hand ran through his blond hair. The gesture calmed down his nerves as his body felt sore. That's when he realized the last few hours once his attention to the ring now on his finger. Alastor…had dressed him back into his clothes. He felt a little cleaner.
“Awake now, my dear? You sure have exhausted yourself. Although, it was much alluring.” Lucifer felt small. He was sitting on Alastor’s lap, on his throne. Lucifer tried to process the last few hours. Still, he found his voice, asking the one question on his mind.
“What do you want from me?”
Lucifer heard his hum. Red eyes staring back at Alastor’s. That smile stayed well put as the hand in his hair moved to tilt his chin upwards. “If it wasn't clear, sweetheart, I want you.”
A blush tainted Lucifer’s cheeks as he gazed down to the ring on his finger. As if he read his thoughts, Alastor moved his hand away from his chin to intertwine their fingers together. Mocking his once vows to his ex-wife. Lucifer said nothing as he stayed in Alastor’s arms.
He was trapped in Alastor’s cage. All so suffocating and captivating.
After that, Lucifer never saw him again. He could never shake off the shadow that watched him. He’s heard of the Radio Demon’s carnage. Tuned in to the radio to hear the screams he’ll broadcast. Each one ending with the sound of the host eating an apple. As if he doing this all for him, to impress him and show off his strength.
Lucifer hopes to never see the sinner again, so when the Radio Demon disappears. He felt as if he was no longer being watched. That was until Charlie invited him over to the hotel.
She had called first, asking him to see her little project. At first, he was hesitant considering she wanted a meeting with the high officials of Heaven. He would put his life on the line for his daughter if Heaven dared to try anything.
As the doors open, Lucifer’s focus settled solely on his daughter. “Charlie!”
“Hey dad—” Charlie was met with a tight hug. Lucifer grins, happy to see how tall his daughter has gotten. Remembering how rarely he’s seen her. “It's so good to see you!” Charlie smiles nervously. “It's good to see you too, Dad.” Lucifer pulls away, not realizing he was squeezing Charlie tightly.
“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” she introduces. Lucifer was about to comment when he saw Keekee and then Dazzle and Dazzle. It was good to see them around. He was so happy. He steps forward to look around.
He was a little concern by the character of the hotel until he pointed out the bar. That was until a voice speaks up. One he hasn't heard in a long time.
“Oh, just some of the renovations I have done. Don't you think?” Alastor’s grin set off multiple alarms inside him. The way the demon focused all his attention on him. Lucifer gripped his cane. Why was he here? He’s told his daughter countless of times to never take shit from demons, especially overlords…especially the ones with a radio as a cane.
“And you are?”
Alastor grins, sensing the little game of pretend. He disappears into the shadows before reappearing. “Alastor, a pleasure to be meeting you, sir.” He shakes Lucifer’s cane as his hat tips forward. Lucifer goes to adjust it, glaring at the demon before him.
“It’s nice to put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.” Lucifer growls. He gazes over at his daughter. “Who is this? Are you the bellhop?” He directs back to Alastor.
“Ah ha!” Alastor leans on his cane. “No.” He adjusts his bowtie. “I am the Host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.” Smug. This asshole knew the game he was playing. “Hm, nope!” He shrugs it off.
“I guess that’s why Charlie called it the ‘Hazbin Hotel’.” He laughs. Alastor’s eyes narrowed as his smile stays high. “Haha. It was actually my idea.” Lucifer laughs shortly. “Haha. It's not very clever.” He growls, leaning forward.
“Haha. Fuck you.” Alastor bows down to say, so close to Lucifer. A challenge directed towards him.
Soon after, his banter with Alastor and everything that went down with Mimzy, Lucifer finally gave in to his daughter’s request. He’ll get Charlie that meeting. A part of him hopes she’ll only meet Sera. She’ll listen.
“I'll stay and watch after the hotel,” Lucifer offers. Charlie was concerned that no one was going to stay guard since the group of misfits were going to some nightclub. Charlie smiles happily. “Thank you, dad.” Then she and Vaggie left to face Heaven.
Lucifer settled sitting alone at the bar. He didn't have a reason to entertain himself with alcohol. He wouldn't want Charlie to come to the hotel and see him drunk off his ass. Still, one glass couldn't hurt. He serves himself a small glass. Taking a sip, he feels his senses tingle. The same experience he’s felt before.
“I know you're watching me, Alastor.” He won't play coy. He won't play his game. If Alastor’s here, he has something in mind. He has a plan. He has a demand.
“You belong to me.” Alastor’s words echoed not so long ago.
“My, my, I would've never thought you’ll call me out.” Alastor looms over him, not taking a seat. “What do you want?” He won't let this demon bring harm to his daughter. “Whatever could you mean, your majesty?” The innocence behind those words were all lies. “You wouldn't help Charlie if you didn't have something to gain.”
Lucifer glares, “Now, what do you want?” Alastor hums. “Can't you believe I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart?” Lucifer gives him a look as he laughs. He doesn't even trust himself to be around Alastor, alone or with others.
“Goodness of your heart? Don't act innocent,” Lucifer places his glass down. “I may have been gone for a while, but this is still my domain. I can tell you have something else in mind.” Lucifer gazes at the empty hotel before looking at the demon. “If what you said in the song is real, then know, if you hurt her, I will end you.”
“Oh, heavens, I wouldn't want to harm our precious daughter.” Lucifer freezes. “Our?” He felt caged when Alastor’s hands were planted on both sides, trapping him. “Yes, our daughter.” He leans closer to Lucifer’s ear. Lucifer felt trapped as if he couldn't escape.
“You belong to me, remember. One step at a time,” Alastor reminds him. Lucifer watches Alastor pull away as his left hand intertwines with his. The fallen angel’s eyes land back on Alastor. The demon leans closer.
“I want to bring our little family together,” the possessive tone leaked from Alastor’s words. “Isn't that what you've always wanted?” Lucifer didn't understand. Why? Why isn't he stopping him? Alastor was obsessed with him. He was obsessed with this foolish dream that they were a family.
He doesn't stop Alastor as he kisses him. Alastor squeezes his hand, moving the other arm around the other’s waist. It's been so long. A silent oath. One that spoke volumes.
“You're mine.”