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Let Me Into Your Dreams
Lucifer carefully closed the door to his room. More carefully than he genuinely wanted, but this is a hotel, Charlie's hotel. He wouldn't damage it, even in anger.
Well, the welcome party for his dear wife... soon-to-be ex? Was a disaster. She clearly didn't like the hotel and was really condescending to Charlie, like she is still just a little girl describing them her fantasy dream.
Oh, and her negative reaction to others was no better. Like contaminated dirt under her feet. Yeah, he doesn't like wicked sinners, but he would never look at them like that.
He genuinely thought Alastor would inevitably include her in his broadcast, but he is way more patient and polite than Lucifer thought.
As one would expect, her critical reaction to him was the worst. Well, excuse me? They were distressed, but she acts like he is nothing but an annoying, clingy baby or something. It's not like she didn't even tell them she was alive! He saw Alastor observing him when she bluntly told him she cannot deal with his "depressing problems" anymore; he should be over it by now anyway.
Lucifer walked nervously around luxurious room, his overwhelming feelings all over the place. His black hand went to his glossy hair, inevitably making it messy. He only stopped when he almost fell over a duck on the floor. With a regretful sigh, he threw himself on the extensive bed but didn't feel like sleeping. He could go back down to the bar, but he doesn't want to see anyone. Urgh, he doesn't want to sleep yet.
Oh... He could do that!
...
Alastor turns around, carefully looking at a similar and yet so unfamiliar room. It looks like a standard bar from the '30s, but it looks way too clean and there seems to be no roof, showing galaxies and falling stars. Plus, there is so much space to dance.
Someone comes from behind and stands next to him. Alastor looks to the side to recognize the small king.
"Well, well, what are you doing here, Your Majesty?" he politely asked, naturally expecting some clown answer his dream would come up with.
The King looked at him and smirked. Oh... That fierce gleam in the brilliant eyes was too real for a dream.
"Your Majesty... Snooping around people’s dreams?"
"Haha, why yes! Not like you can do anything about it," his smirk just got wider, way more sinister than before.
"Why would you even come to my uninteresting dreams?" Lucifer looked elsewhere, listening to lively music, wistfully watching dream people dancing while the brilliant sky shines upon them.
"I was surprised how polite you were today. Anytime someone is vulgar, you put them in their place, promptly."
Alastor thinks about it for a second, before offering his hand to Lucifer. The Devil grabs it and off they go to the dance floor, Alastor naturally leading the King of Hell into a slow dance.
"That's true, but I didn't feel like Charlie would approve. Also..." he turns Lucifer just to instantly catch him again, way closer, "why would I reveal my hand so fast anyway? I need to be careful with my helpless prey."
Lucifer laughs, seemingly not caring he sarcastically called his wife prey.
"How cute," oh, this little-
"What would you do in my place, Bambi?" The Deer Demon frowned; that should be apparent.
"I would not allow someone like her to talk to me like that. She is queen only because YOU are king. I also assume a lot of her raw powers are from you. She may be the face of this everlasting kingdom, but it undoubtedly had to be you and the Sins who really built it all. With your own hands," he carefully takes the King's hand and, with a smirk, he gently kissed it.
Lucifer's eyes turned demonic. His horns and tail instantly appeared, but they didn't look dangerous. It's a dream, anyway.
"Hm, thank you, Alastor. I will take that to heart."
With that, the King grabbed his shirt, jerked him down, and kissed him. With another of those annoying smirks, he instantly disappeared.
Oh, that little-
...
Lucifer was already drinking his delicious coffee in the hall, watching Alastor coming down the grand stairs with a stare, when there was a massive crash heard through the hotel. Then yelling, incomprehensible, as it was still far, but it was getting clearer and louder.
Sinners froze for a second and then hurried to the dining room for breakfast, not wanting to be in the way of whatever caused that noise. Alastor's cute ears—hm, what a thought—moved down, and even with a smile one could tell the Radio Demon was not happy. Visible shadows enveloped him and he appeared across from him on another couch.
"Is that your doing?"
"Yessss~"
He wanted to say more, but yelling finally entered the room.
"Lucifer, how dare you?!"
Charlie looked genuinely troubled and Maggie—Vague—whatever—looked on the brink of an attack, just not sure who the enemy was right now.
With calm movements, Lucifer crossed his legs, loudly sipping from his DEER SEASON mug.
"I don't understand your problem with me this time, Lilith. You said yesterday, loud and clear, that you don't want to deal with my problems anymore," he looked her in the burning eyes, "so I took away all the problems I could cause you. Emotional, personal... royal problems, all gone."
The room was quiet for a second.
"I AM THE QUE—" Lilith gripped her neck, gasping for air.
"Ah, you know you can't claim the title that doesn't belong to you, Lilith. After all, you wanted to make sure no one would dare to pretend to be part of the royal family," Lucifer said nonchalantly, ignoring all the gasping.
"Dad, what happened? What did you do?" Charlie was now holding Lilith’s hand, gently helping her to stand up.
“Hm? I just divorced her,” said the King of Hell simply.
Even Alastor’s static stopped. Having this kind of focused attention from everyone was refreshing. Having it from the Radio Demon was… making his ichor rush like it hadn't in a long time.
“Wha—” oh, his lovely daughter looked really teary-eyed now, “why would you…”
“Because Charlie,” he finally finished the coffee, “if she won’t be there for the hard times—ha ha, you know, 'problems' as she dubbed them,” he waved his hand at his ex, who was staring daggers at him, “she won’t be there for the good times, like being Queen of Hell. Nu-uh, nope.”
He stood up, planning to take his mug to the kitchen to clean it so he could leave the room.
“As I was kindly reminded yesterday… I AM THE KING. She was queen because she was my wife, not because she held a royal title herself.”
While he was walking towards the kitchen, Lilith seemed to regain her power to yell.
“I was there for millennia; you cannot just throw me away like some trash!”
Lucifer didn’t even stop: “Yeah, that’s why you got some valuable property and all your precious stuff, but…” now he turns and looks at her, his sclera all red, his eyes golden and burning with never-ending PRIDE, “from now on, you are just a sinner. Remember your place!”
…
The dream was now different. Alastor looked around, but again, it was something he was familiar with and yet so different. A forest in Louisiana, with tall, crooked trees and with moss growing on them, all in colours of lush green, marshes full of frogs and less friendly alligators. That was where the familiarity ended.
Fireflies were flying around, unnaturally in colours of the rainbow. The visible sky was not azure like on a nice summer day, nor even black with stars like during a lovely night, but it was a purple that would never appear as a colour on Earth. Maybe some Ring of Hell, but not Earth. And in that purple sky, only one glittering star shine.
Alastor was genuinely enjoying the wind with the familiar smell of apples when Lucifer came from the enchanted forest in front of him.
The Devil comes to him, sits next to him, and looks at the star as well.
“I must say… your dreams are far more beautiful than my unfortunate marriage ever was.”
Isn’t that a packed statement and a quiet, sad one? Not like Alastor would point that out. He instead smiles wider at the king.
“Careful, Your Majesty. You might get hopelessly addicted.”
The short king’s charming smile was small but oh so pretty, something he had never seen on him before.
“I already am.”
Alastor sees a lot more in those lovely eyes than he is ready to accept, but when Lucifer rests his head on his shoulder, he allows that, wrapping one hand around him.
The end