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Today was Lucifer's divorce anniversary. Seven years ago, Lilith just up and left him and their daughter, Charlie, and no one has seen the queen since.
Since the last extermination, Charlie’s hotel has been filled with residents. Once more demons became interested in the hotel after seeing the news about them winning the battle, Charlie convinced Lucifer to contact heaven to see what happened to Sir Pentious, but once he did, no one answered.
What a bunch of assholes, honestly. Lucifer thought to himself, as he lay on his bed while everyone was downstairs, enjoying drinks and music that some of the sinners had begun to come together and play on a stage that Charlie made. They always answer!
Lucifer thought to himself, he soon began thinking back at all of the happy memories he had with his wife, but… Also all of the arguments.
“If you just didn’t step in with those stupid ideas, we wouldn’t be banished! I was fine on my own! God, I wish you never loved me!”
A tear fell down Lucifer's cheek as the old comment of his ex-wife echoed in his head. The same words repeated and rang in his ears, and he couldn’t control his eyes anymore. The floodgates opened, tears streaming down the side of his face like the most beautiful and graceful waterfall, pouring onto the pillow that was sheathed with a red pillowcase with gorgeous six-winged swans and ducks sputtered around it, the golden tinted salty liquid stained the fabric as he sniffled, sitting up and putting on his white overshirt, getting up to go to the balcony, in need of fresh air. He needed to be away from the noise of the guests.
He soon made it to the balcony, setting his hat down on the railing, and hopping up to sit on it. He took in a deep and refreshing breath, and sighed in relief as the stressing thoughts were pushed into the back of his mind. At least until a certain voice was heard behind him.
“Greetings, your majesty.” A staticky voice spoke in a sadistic voice.
Great. This bitch.. Lucifer swore to himself. He didn’t bother to turn around, but he did move off of the railing, now just leaning on the metal. The situation wouldn't be any better if the owner of the voice, Alastor, saw his puffy red eyes. It’d be a disaster if the “big scary Radio Demon” saw the king of hell crying.
“Don’t ignore me, sire. Or wait, you’re used to that after I took charge of caring for Charlie and she didn’t need you anymore.” Alastor mocked as always in his stupid and irritating radio filtered voice, but this hurt a lot more to Lucifer than usual since he was already regretting all of his choices.
“Leave, Alastor.” Lucifer said quietly, a slight voice crack breaking up his voice.
Instead of Alastor pushing further, Lucifer could feel Alastor become.. A little worried? Why was this dickhead pitying him?
“Lucifer?” Alastor said in a little more softer tone, the static in his voice becoming absent for a few seconds.
“Leave, Alastor. I don’t need you to pour salt on the same fucking wound everytime you want to fucking weaken me! I know I fucked up, but thats because I was so terrible of a person that I made my wife leave me! The woman I thought wouldn’t leave. I wanted to isolate myself from Charlie so that…” Lucifer's eyes began to pour again. “So that I wouldn’t fail her.. I didn’t want to make her leave as well. She’s the only thing I have left.” He said, voice breaking with every sentence, leaning over the railing as his eyes emptied themselves endlessly, dripping down to the pavement below.
Alastor was speechless. He didn’t think that Lucifer, the king of hell, would break so easily, sound so.. Broken. And for a moment, Alastor felt true and bare pity. He felt like he couldn’t think, he just.. Stood there. Before doing something he never thought he’d do.
Out of nowhere, the king felt arms wrap around him, a head resting on the top of his own, and soft red and black fur-like hair ever so slightly resting on his blond hair.
“What-”
“Hush, my sire. I’m erm.. I apologize.. For being so rude and impolite. I never began to wonder how much it was hurting you. ” Alastor spoke, the radio static returning to his voice, white noise playing from his cane in an attempt to soothe the devil, which he had rested on the balcony door when he walked outside.
Lucifer felt his eyes pool with more gold tinted liquid, dripping now onto the railing, as he turned to face Alastor. He looked up at the redhead, before planting his face in the sinner's chest. The sinner continued to hold him as the king's eyes fully emptied. Then, Alastor had an idea.
Alastor began to hum some random song, and it soon began playing on his cane, buzzing a familiar tune. “May i um.. Make up for it, with a dance?” The radio demon requested, as Lucifer removed himself from Alastors chest.
“What? I-I mean.. Er… Sure?” The king hesitated, as his eyes dried. He wasn’t expecting Alastor to just simply take his hand and do the… wait, what was this dance? Ah, The Skaters Waltz. As expected from a man who died in the 1930’s.
Alastor twisted and swayed Lucifer at a just right speed, taking the king's mind off of his family, and with it, he was blessed enough to hear the devils nervous yet ethereal chuckle as Alastor twirled him, adding a bit of his own spice to the waltz.
Lucifer got the moves down after a few minutes, adding more energy to his dancing with a small laugh, his six white and red wings unfurling from under his jacket. The king laughed lively, jumping up on top of the flat railing, Alastor following. They soon danced with more speed as if the two knew each other for decades, not noticing the main group pile outside, looking up at the king and hotelier dancing high up on a thin railing.
Charlie had heard from one of the guests that her co-worker and father were dancing outside and her, Vaggie, Angel, and Niffty walked outside to see what was happening. And lo and behold, King Lucifer and the Radio Demon were doing a Waltz on a railing.
“Oh, they're gonna fuck for sure.” Angel Dust commented with a smirk, to which Vaggie slapped him roughly in the back of his neck.
“I'd like to watch that!” Niffty commented, before getting distracted with a small cockroach at her feet, beginning to stab it with a small needle she had.
“Guys… Look!” Charlie said brightly yet kind of distraught, bringing the three's attention back to the dancing partners, who were now in a dip.
“holy shit-” Angel swore.
Alastor dipped Lucifer with a more genuine smile, to which Lucifer laughed. Alastor could feel himself becoming entranced with the fallen angels beauty, and the silence made Lucifer open his eyes to gaze at the sinner. The longer the silence continued, the more awkward the moment became.
“Ehem..um.. this is the part in the dance where they-” Alastor started.
“KISS!!!” Angel yelled, catching the dancers off guard. They simply frog blinked at him before Lucifer decided to give in, leaning up and moving Alastors head to face him, and gently interlocking their soft lips.
“Mmn-” Alastor mumbled in surprise, before pushing into the unfamiliar action, his signature smile becoming almost fully genuine, unable to catch his breath as Lucifer continued the kiss.
“Does this mean that I don't have to choose which one is my dad? I get two?” Charlie questioned. Which Lucifer ended the kiss to respond.
“i- erm..” Lucifer stuttered.
“Maybe, dear Charlotte.” Alastor spoke, a faint blush on his face, lifting Lucifer from the dip.
Lucifer was startled since he did the action without thought and now slightly desperate for another kiss. Golden yellow blush shining on his face.
Charlie excitedly ran back back into the hotel, to which the other three followed.
Lucifer looked back up to Alastor as the two got off of the railing. “Um.. sorry- I don't know what I was thinking, Al’-”
Before he could continue, he felt the sweet sensation once more. Alastor softly pressed his lips against Lucifers, getting closer to the king and adding more passion to the endearing kiss. Lucifer hugged Alastor and continued the kiss, opening his mouth to catch some breath, to which Alastor took as a sign to pull away. Lucifer looked up at the sinner, staring into his red eyes.
“It's fine, my king. You just caught me off guard.” Alastor said, giving Lucifer a peck on the forehead.
“Well I mean- I thought you didn't like contact-” Lucifer said, pulling his mind out of its spiral.
“Well, that's what I thought too until you came along, my deer.” Alastor responded, playfully poking Lucifer's face.
“well- I mean- what are we though-?? Last time i checked rivals or friends at best-” Lucifer questioned, tilting his head a little.
“Well, What do you think, my sire? I wouldn't mind being yours.” Alastor spoke genuinely with a grin, leaning down to face Lucifer.
“i- um.. wouldn't mind- either?” Lucifer said, gazing into Alastors red eyes. His chest felt fluttery and warm.
“Wonderful. Then I suppose you wouldn't mind me asking for another kiss, Mon chéri?” Alastor requested, bringing his face closer to the King's.
“Never thought I'd be asked that by the radio Demon- but alright!” Lucifer responded, giving Alastor another kiss, that turned into even more passionate smooches, leaving Lucifer smiling wide.
“Never thought I'd be making out with a sinner either~” Lucifer mocked, “So are those ears?” He asked, pointing at Alastors head.
Alastor looked like a deer in headlights for a moment before embarrassingly admitting, “...Yes, they are.”
“Can I touch them? I haven't felt soft fur since eden. Hell has terrible animals.” Lucifer asked, which, to his surprise, Alastor nodded.
Alastor blushed as he felt Lucifer begin playing with his hair and carefully petting his red deer ears. He let out a slight bleat on accident and Lucifer laughed in response, becoming contagious and Alastor joined in, chuckling.
Lucifer kissed a sinner on the seventh year anniversary of his divorce. And the sinner in question was someone who he thought he disliked.