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"Hazbin Hotel: The Ex Saint and Woeless Sinner" AU with original characters. This is fanfiction and we don't own Hazbin/Helluva Boss! Fanfic
"The healers hands are always the bloodiest. We correct the mistakes that war creates, and finish the job the marks missed." Washing sin of your hands is no easy feat, so you may as well bathe in it.
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Summary:
Charlie begins to crash out over the impending doom of the expedited Extermination and Vaggie finally brings up the one things the Princess of Hell has refused to even acknowledge: asking her father for help. Kit had never properly met Lucifer Morningstar herself nor did she fully understand Charlie's issue with her father, but the young Morningstar lights up at the idea when she realizes that the King of Hell could get her a meeting with Heaven since Lucifer would have far higher connections with the elders than Adam.
A few weeks passed and it seemed the Hazbin Hotel wasnât working in terms of the way Charlie was anticipating. She felt stumped - and rightfully so. Kit had assured her that it was just a setback. After all, they didnât know for sure what all needed to be done in order to rehabilitate sinners and it would have to be a learning process.
Of course, the fact that Adam was bringing the Exorcists back six months early and putting a deadline to prove the hotel worked wasnât good either.
Pale yellow eyes groggily opened as Kit roused from slumber, the warmth of the bed covers too inviting for her to get up as she curled up and willed herself to try and go back to sleep as Hellâs morning light crept in through the windows of her room.
She turned over, her back facing the window as she pulled the covers up and over her shoulders. She closed her eyes shut tight and wistfully begged for sleep to reclaim her - to let her sleep just a little bit longer before she had to get up and start the day.
The last few weeks had been hectic for Kit on the security side as well. Nothing with the hotel, thankfully, but some of her clients were having the most unfortunate time. Verosika Mayday had called her a few days ago to report how she and her coworkers had been arrested in the human world but Vortex, Kitâs employee, had been doing a fantastic job keeping her safe despite the recent setbacks. Fizz had an increase of freaks at Ozzieâs as Mammonâs yearly clown fiasco got closer and closer so a few of her per diem security guards had to be called in. On top of that, Stolas had called to ask Kit for help as Stella had been hiring people to break into his home since they had separated.
She heaved a sigh and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as her brain processed the workload she had. No one in her company was willing to be stationed at the hotel still, so that was all on her on top of running everything else. And while she had her assistant at K Security, she sometimes felt like she just needed a personal little demon on her shoulder to handle the extra tedious work.
âFuck, I need another assistantâŠâ Kit grumbled and huffed in annoyance as she pushed the blanket off of her upper half, glaring to the side where her nightstand was, her phone charging peacefully.
She debated on laying in bed and scrolling on the Hellâs version of the internet for the morning, but instead, she pulled the rest of the covers off of her and she sat up. Rubbing her tired face, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. She was unbothered as she stretched her arms above her head, feeling her muscles flex as she yawned.
One thing she hadnât been prepared for as an angel falling from grace was the sleepiness and brain fog in the mornings. When she was in Heaven, she didnât need a lot of sleep but since she fell, she was easily tired. Granted, she felt nowhere near the same tiredness that Sinners had the pleasure of experiencing, but still.
Fallen angels had to experience it all; each thing a human could feel. Before she fell, she hadnât been hungry before or needed to sleep more than three or four hours. She hadnât experienced genuine lust and she still actually hasnât.
When she had made love to Michael, there was no buzzing sensation of lust as Angel Dust would often describe to her. Just the feeling of love and perfect pleasure with no pain. Angel had told her she had no idea what she was missing. Though, with Michael, it was hard to discern if what she was feeling was really love or if she just thought that was indeed the feeling because she was told so.
She wondered if maybe she would get to experience it eventually. That is, if she ever chose to date again. It was slim pickings in Hell and she wouldnât touch a Sinner in fear of getting attached and then their mortal soul being snuffed out during Extermination Day or another unfortunate event that can harm human souls.
Kit sighed as she let her arms fall back to her sides and she walked towards her bathroom to shower.
When she emerged from her bathroom a few minutes later freshly showered and dressed, she made her way out into the hallway and began the trek downstairs to the lobby of the hotel.
Kit nearly bumped into Vaggie as they both came to the grand staircase. âOof, sorry, Kid.â
Vaggie didnât even acknowledge the apology as she asked Kit, âHave you seen Charlie?â
âBruh, I just got up.â Kit admitted with a snort as the other fallen angel smiled, amused by Kitâs expression as she raised her brows. âI havenât even seen my coffee mug yet, let alone anyone aside from you.â
They both came down the stairs and finally could hear the rampant mumbling that was Charlie in the parlor. As Kit and Vaggie came to the landing of the stairs, they were met with the scene of the entire parlor being covered in paper and notes - all tacked up and connected with little pink and red yarns as Charlie paced in front of them. The other residents, aside from Alastor, were standing back behind the couch facing the fireplace that had become the main board of Charlieâs notes. The one elegant little chair that Alastor favored was tipped over and haphazardly shoved into a corner to make room and the other couch was flipped onto its side, its underside being used as additional board space.
As they descended the stairs with concern written all over their faces, Kit could see the little notes and drawings Charlie had put on the papers. Illustrations of her plans for rehabilitation and redemption; all displayed in happy doodles rather than documents on a business plan.
Niffty sat on the only intact couch, bouncing in her seat as she watched Charlieâs meltdown unfold. Pentious was anxiously peering at her from behind the safety of the couch. As Kit and Vaggie moved to stand next to the snake demon, Husk shuffled up with an orange mug of coffee in his clawed hand.
He arched one large, bushy brow and frowned, his red wings twitching as they all watched for a moment as the Princess of Hell muttered incoherently to herself.
Angel then slid into the picture and furrowed his brows in deep concern. âYikesâŠâ
Vaggie looked up at Kit before she looked at Charlieâs disheveled hair bouncing around as she shook her head vehemently. âCharlie? ⊠Sweetie⊠You, uh⊠You good?â
Charlie abruptly spun around, her eyes bloodshot as she smiled a little too forcefully to hide her overwhelming anxiety. âNope, no! Not really! Haha!â
Kit grimaced as the blonde turned back to face her makeshift pinterest board of illustrations. Kit went to speak, unaware that Niffty had stood up on the couch and was now turned around to face her, leaning over the back edge and making the grabby motion up at her while grinning wildly.
âCharlie,â Kit started and subconsciously batted Nifftyâs little hands away. âHave you slept?â
Charlie tore one of her doodles down and stared at it, still smiling as a visible twitch took over her face. âIâve been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isnât working!â
Niffty finally managed to lift herself up, falling over the back of the couch rather than into Kitâs arms as she had so desired. It wasnât a problem as the little insect demon then chose to latch onto Kitâs boot instead, hugging her leg while cackling maniacally. Yet, Kit was unfazed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips in worry as Charlie spun back to face the group.
The stress was ready to burst at the seams of her painfully broad grin. âWeâve done trust falls! Weâve tried sharing our feelings!â
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath them as Charlie clenched her fists and brought her arms to her chest, the little paper in her hand crumpled up as the twitch in her face got worse.
âWe only have a couple months left before the angels come!â Charlie then snapped, her teeth sharpening as she started to laugh hysterically with a distorted and deep echo, red horns growing from her forehead. A demonic aura surrounded her as her hair began to flare up as if having a mind of its own.
Pentious ducked behind the couch in fear as Kit knitted her eyebrows together and tilted her head in worry at Charlieâs mental state. The kid was under a lot of stress and Kit knew she wasnât her child, but she didnât like seeing the younger woman so⊠well, manic.
Charlie then took a deep breath to calm herself, and the hellish quakes ceased as her devil traits receded. âAnd at this rateâŠâ
She trailed off, taking another deep breath before Vaggie let out a hesitant sigh and started to speak, âMaybe itâs timeâŠâ
Charlieâs eyes widened in alarm as she whipped around to stare at her girlfriend. She narrowed her exhausted eyes, sensing already where her girlfriend was going. âNo!â
Kit was utterly confused as Vaggie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
âTo askâŠâ Vaggie nearly fell back as Charlie launched onto the couch and leaned over the back top cup Vaggieâs cheeks, squishing them together as she looked into the other womanâs eyes.
âDonât say it!â Charlie begged, eyes pleading as Kit cocked her hip, shifting her weight to one leg while Husk shared a confused look with her.
Vaggie knew what she was about to say was not something Charlie wanted to hear, but she knew they needed every advantage for the hotel that they could get. âYour dad.â
Charlie let go of her face, hands moving to her shoulders as the blonde lowered her head and let out a disgruntled groan.
Her dad? As in Lucifer? As in the King of Hell?
Kit was more confused now. Why wouldnât Charlie want to ask him for help? She knew that Charlie and her father werenât exactly close; in fact, Charlie seemed to be totally distant. Kit didnât know much about The Devil, but she had seen the occasional glimpse of him during her time working for the Sins and the Goetias. Of course, working for the more powerful Hellborn demons, youâre bound to make some connections. Yet, she had never met the King of Hell himself.
Vaggie continued, taking her loverâs hand in hers and offering a supportive squeeze. âCharlie, I know you donât want to, but we need every advantage we can get.â
Charlie peered up at Vaggie with a frown. âHe let the Extermination happen to begin with!â
Ah, there it is, Kit thought to herself, That checks out.
Of course, Charlie must have some semblance of resentment towards her father for that. But, it wouldnât have been so simple. Kit didnât know the specifics of the terms of the Extermination when it had started, but from what Michael had told her, if Lucifer hadnât agreed to the Extermination, it wouldâve been far worse for the entirety of Hell. Michael himself wouldâve led an entire purge on Hellâs population, and it wouldnât have been restricted to the Pride Ring. It more than likely wouldnât have excluded Lucifer himself.
If Lucifer had refused, there wouldnât have been a restriction on the Hellborns⊠of course, Kit didnât know that for certain. She didnât want to try and defend the action of approving Extermination, but she knew that it wasnât so simple⊠it was more complicated than that.
But she did know for a fact that the Hellborns were off limits during Extermination. Only the Sinners were to fall by angelic blades.
âThey just had a meeting and said, âgo ahead and kill everyoneâ!â Charlie grumbled and then sat up with wide eyes as an idea sparked in her tired head. A gasp left her as she turned back to her idea board. âWait. Thatâs it!â
Kit arched a brow. âKill everyone?â
Charlie looked over her shoulder and smiled sheepishly. âNo! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!â
Kitâs face soured as she realized what she was planning. Vaggie was quick to beat Kit to the punch as she clasped her hands together and narrowed her one good eye seriously at Charlie. âDidnât we already try that?â
Charlie nervously pushed some of her disheveled hair out of her face. âWell, yeah, with Adam. He was an asshole!â
Kit nodded in agreement, her expression returning to a neutral state as she got a grip on herself. âThatâs fair.â
âBut he isnât in charge of all of Heaven,â Charlie continued and bounced over to Kit, looking up at her with a newfound spark of hope. âRight, Kit?â
âIf Adam was in charge, the entirety of Heaven would be a dumpster fire of misogynyâŠâ Kit stated before adding sarcastically, âNot that it already isnâtâŠâ
Charlie beamed and threw an arm around Kitâs shoulders, turning to Vaggie and saying, âWe could go to the top!â
Kit clicked her tongue and made a nervous sneer as she let out a skeptical whine. âI donât know, Kid⊠Heavenâs not as open minded as youâd think. I knew some of the angels at the top and⊠wellâŠâ
She couldnât find the correct words as she frowned deeply, not wanting to crush Charlieâs idea, but knowing any meeting with the court of Heaven would not end well unless they had concrete proof that redemption is indeed possible.
And why wouldnât it be? No one up there knew what got a soul into Heaven.
Charlie knew Kit meant well and she was an angel directly from Heaven, so she knew what she was talking about. Despite that, Charlie had hope and leaned against Kitâs side and said reassuringly, âThereâs sure to be some angels who will listen.â
The corners of Kitâs lips twitched as she tried to give Charlie a supportive grin, but she couldnât stop the dread settling into her chest.
Charlie then let go of her and turned back towards the wall of notes, taking out her phone. As she turned on the phone and unlocked the screen, Charlie opened her contact list and began scrolling until she got to the âDâ section, which only had one contact.
Charlie had her father in as âDad,â his adjoining picture was that of a little rubber duck in a white top hat mimicking his actual hat and a black bowtie with painted rosy cheeks. Staring at the contact, Charlieâs thumb hovered over the call button, her eyes full of hesitation.
Which Husk immediately picked up on. It wasnât unknown that Charlie had some parental issues⊠what with her mother disappearing seven years ago and her seeming distant from her father.
âWhatâs the holdup?â Husk asked after taking a sip of his Irish coffee. âYou got daddy issues?â
Charlie spun around to face everyone again with wide eyes, hiding her phone behind her back as though she were hiding evidence of a crime. âNo, we just have never been close.â
Husk hummed, smiling at the fact that he was right, which earned an elbow in the ribs from Kit the moment Charlie had her back to them again, looking down at her phone anxiously.
âAfter he and Mom split, he never really wanted to see me.â Charlie explained, seeming sad as she looked back at the others. âHe calls⊠sometimes, but only if heâs bored or like, needs me to do something.â
Husk shrugged and looked at Kit. âDaddy issues.â
Kit shook her head in disapproval and glared at him in gentle warning. Vaggie also shared the sentiment with her arms crossed and her one eye narrowed at the cat-like demon.
Niffty climbed back over the couch after tearing herself away from Kitâs leg, standing up on the cushions and pulling out a large steak knife, the idea of meeting the Devil himself exciting the little demon as Angel leaned over the back of the couch, one set of arms dangling over the edge while the other propped his head up.
âWell,â Angel started with a sly, flirtatious smirk. âI'd like to meet the big dick in charge.â
Niffty held out the knife loosely in one hand as she pressed a dainty finger to her cheek with the other. âThe ultimate bad boy!â
She began to giggle like a little gremlin as Angelâs smirk turned into a grimace, one hand reaching around her to grab the knife and toss it aside.
Niffty continued her giggling despite losing her knife, instead putting one hand on her hip and fluffing her short, curly hair with the other. âI bet heâs scary!â
The Morningstar Estate was separated from the rest of Pentagram City; isolated from the Sinners and guarded by a tall stone wall with apple engravings along the top. The eccentric golden gate shone almost mockingly like the luminous gates of Heavenâs entrance.
The exterior was grand, towering pridefully over the city below it. A beautiful garden surrounded the courtyard, roses from the living world blooming without a touch of hellish threads to taint them with mutated eyes or spikes. As if protected by magic.
The corridors were decorated with an extravagant circus theme with apple accents; the walls painted a muted red that occasionally transitioned into soft pinks depending on the room. Some rooms seemed to resemble a circus tent rather than an actual home or mansion. Gold lined everything, shining as the hellish red light poured in from the windows.
Despite the luxurious and grand mansionâs lived-in interior, it was dark. No lights were on aside from a few lamps with pale gold circus tent shades. The eerie glow was casted along the halls. It looked almost like the Hazbin Hotel, except far grander and more intricate.
The halls were quiet aside from the occasional servant bustling about to clean the estate and prevent it from becoming piled up with dust. After all, the one resident of the entire mansion kept to himself and only made the journey to a few selected rooms in the home.
The throne room had to be absolutely spotless. The imps knew that well and, though they knew their King wouldnât punish them for a scuffed throne or smeared windows, theyâd rather not risk invoking his wrath.
The floors had to be mopped and polished so when the King had visitors over, it was presentable for them. Aside from the throne room, the ballroom had to be just as spotless - but only ever when a party had to be held⊠which hadnât happened in seven years since the Queen had left.
She had handled all the dinner parties and events⊠without her, the Morningstar Manor hadnât seen a party of any kind since. Still, the maids kept it up just in case the Goetias or the Sins would convince the King to let them host parties there. Very few would be granted permission, however.
The dining hall, of course, needed to be kept up. As did the kitchen.
The little meeting room for private discussions among Sins was also kept decent, though not cared for as much.
The master bedroom was always prim and proper - along with the bathroom and the walk-in closet. The same walk-in closet that the King had ordered his servants to clean out of anything that had once belonged to the Queen. Not to be thrown away, however. Just moved to one of the guest rooms for storage.
It had helped him manage his entire mental state since she had left. Getting ready in the morning had already become so tedious that seeing her clothes still sharing the space of what had once been their closet made his heart ache too much.
Of course, Princess Charlotteâs room had to be spick and span should the Princess of Hell ever come to stay with her father again. It was still the same way the younger Morningstar had left it; that was the one thing the maids were sure theyâd be punished for should they move something too much out of place.
All other rooms were left to collect dust, darkened and faded. The only other room that ever had any attention was the Kingâs office - and no servant dared to go in there unless they were ordered. That was the Kingâs main work space and the place where he isolated himself as of late.
The double doors were grand, carved with little designs that curled and snaked like vines.
The office itself was darkened, the only light being from the windows inside and the lamp casting a red tinted yellow ray of light onto the desk at the back wall. Stairs led up to the desk as if a separate throne in of itself. A figure sat on the velvet stool, hunched over.
The room was chaotic, to say the least. Pictures in golden frames were on the walls in a disorganized manner, but they all depicted the Morningstar family. One large portrait showcased a young Charlie sitting atop her fatherâs shoulders and laughing as her mother, Lilith, came in from the right side. Anyone that met Charlie had to know she was Luciferâs - she was practically his clone.
The other images consisted of the family in a fall setting among the living while another displayed a teen Charlie going through an emo phase.
Yet, every picture was proudly displayed.
The rug that led from the bottom of and up the stairs of the platform where the desk sat was bunched up here and there. Above the desk were tools pinned up on the red wall and framed in red silk curtains- saws, pliers⊠tools for torture, one would assume. Yet, the delicate paint brushes that sat in porcelain cups in the corners offered a contrasting story.
Lucifer himself remained hunched over his desk, grumbling to himself quietly as he worked. His white hat casted a shadow over his workspace, the gold of his crown sitting nestled in the snake wrapped around it caught the hellish light pouring in from the windows.
His white suit was pristine; it always was despite what spiral of depression he was in. He could control that with a little bit of magic. The white tail coat had no wrinkle or crease, the pink accents making his complexion pop. His blackened hands worked the little project he was so focused on, the gleam of a golden wedding band shining each time the lampâs glow bounced off of it.
His voice wasnât too deep as he growled to himself. It almost sounded menacing, yet had that angelic tenor.
âThatâs it⊠almost thereâŠâ He perked up slightly. âNow presentingâŠâ
He stopped himself and spun around on his heel, his heeled black boots clicking against the floor. Held out his hand with a proud smile on his face as his entire demeanor changed.
In his hand was a little rubber duck with a purple top hat and a red bowtie. And Lucifer looked beyond ecstatic as his razor sharp smile beamed. He looked more like an excited child rather than a scary Lord of the Hells.
âThe magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck! Haha!â He exclaimed to no one in particular as the little webbed feet of the ducky left his palm, performing a little back flip as if on command. Then, the King of Hellâs smile turned a bit more sinister rather than happy as he added, âThat spits fire!â
The rubber duckâs beak opened as flames ignited from it, flaring out like a flamethrower. As soon as the fire dissipated, Lucifer brought his most recent creation toward his face and laughed joyfully. One of the Kingâs favorite hobbies was making rubber ducks and, after Lilith had left, it had gone from a beloved hobby to an obsession. A hyperfixation for him to escape to.
In his servantsâ opinions, it had gotten out of hand. Piles of yellow ducks covered the Kingâs office. The little tea table and his desk were probably the only surfaces cleared of rubber ducks, and he had one duck sitting at the tea table in a party hat.
Of course, he had something to distract himself - to keep his mind off of the sad and lonely feeling ebbing away at him as the evident depression he had been in for thousands of years spiraled and worsened.
So, what temporary joy he had out of the little abominations wasnât unwelcome.
Lucifer was in full swing of acting as if he were showcasing his flamethrower ducky to an audience, standing straight up and chuckling as he waved off the invisible crowd. âHold the applause! Please, okay!â
He started to step down the stairs, holding out the ducky on his right palm as he continued to address the make believe crowd.
âOh, thank you, thank you!â His facade then started to crack and he let out a disgruntled sigh and glared down at the offending rubber duck. âOh God, who am I kidding, this sucks!â
He scowled and threw the ducky at the nearest wall, which happened to hit the portrait of him holding his toddler daughter on his shoulders with his estranged wife next to him. His heart ached as he looked up at it, seeing how happy they had once been.
Lilith leaving him was rough, yes, and he missed her terribly. Yet, the pain of not being close with his daughter ate away at him the most. When he and Lilith were happy and in a good place in their relationship, their family was happy. Sure, they had certainly had rough moments earlier in their centuries together that Lucifer was absolutely not about to think lest he open a door he could not close again in his spiral, but after having Charlie, it had looked up! Lucifer doted on Charlie every chance he got and made sure his little girl never shed a single tear. Well, when he had been able to be around her, that is.
Yet, after he and Lilith began to have problems once more, it created a rift between him and Charlie. A rift that only got worse when Lilith up and left them, never to be seen again and without a single word of an explanation.Â
Luciferâs scowl immediately softened into a grimace of internal pain as he knitted his brows together and looked up specifically at little Charlieâs face, thinking about what she would be doing right now. The last time he had spoken to her was after Extermination when Adam had demanded to have a meeting about moving up the date of the next one.
And even then, Lucifer wasnât sure he had really talked to her. She had mentioned something about a project she was working on, but he couldnât recall. He had a lot of trouble paying attention recently; especially with the most recent depressive episode heâs had.
Before he could get too lost in his woes of beating himself up for being a bad dad, Luciferâs phone started to buzz, ringing with a classic circus tone. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and was greeted with Charlieâs toddler face on his screen, flashing that she was calling.
His red eyes widened as he looked at the caller ID, his brain processing that Charlie was calling him. Panic suddenly took over his entire being as he fumbled with the phone. âDaughter? Daughter calling? Daughter! Daughter calling!â
He nearly dropped his phone as he nervously fumbled around, finally grabbing his phone and furrowing his brows anxiously.
âOh! Um â UhâŠâ Lucifer hadnât been called by Charlie in years. Usually, he was the one calling her if he remembered and wasnât spiraling in his depression.
The phone continued to ring as he anxiously practiced how heâd answer the phone.
âHello, Charlie.â He then thought about calling her by her childhood nickname. âH-hey, hheyyy, CharChar!â
The devil shook his head and frowned.Â
âNo! No, thatâs not good!â
He grabbed at his blond hair with his free hand as the phone continued to ring and vibrate in his other. He looked completely bewildered as he stared down at the offending little device.
âOh, this is the first time sheâs called you in years!â Lucifer told himself before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. âThis has to be perfect!â
He finally went to press the call button and leaned back against his desk, excited yet terrified at the same time.
âHey, bitch!â
Lucifer internally slapped himself. Calling his daughter âbitchâ, even if in a friendly way, was not what he wanted to do. If he wasnât sweating before, he was now as he smiled painfully, waiting for Charlie to say something.
Good job, Lucifer, he thought, Great way to answer your daughter.
Charlieâs voice greeted him from the other line, soft and melodic as always. âHi, Dad.â
âHey! How are you?â Lucifer asked with a chuckle and then turned to his desk to grab the little rubber duck sitting next to his books, nervously messing with it. âWhâ whâ where are you these days?â
âYou know where I am, Dad.â Charlie sounded frustrated, which made Luciferâs chest tighten more. âIâve told you before.â
Shit.
Luciferâs smile fell completely as he picked up the ducky and focused on playing with it, swallowing the nervousness and trying to play off his shit memory. âYou have? Oh, yeah, uhâŠâ
He looked out into the room, staring blankly into space as he wracked his brain for the details on her project. He never knew where she had been since she moved out until those months ago and even then he canât recall now.
He took a deep, shaky breath and turned back to his desk, leaning onto it and squeezing the head of the rubber duck hard as he cleared his throat and shifted his eyes from side to side. His brows were knitted together as he struggled for any recollection.Â
When he had called Charlie five months ago to go to the meeting with Adam, it had been in a really bad depressive episode and he had a meeting with the other Sins so the entire day was a blur by this point. Not to mention that it had been after a rather intense night of insomnia and reliving the not so great memories of his marriage with his estranged wife. His brain just hadnât been functioning.
âWell, you know I, um, uhâŠâ
Charlie sighed on the other line, âI told you when you called me five months ago. Or did you not listen?â
Lucifer stood up abruptly, eyes wide as he grabbed his apple cane that had been resting against the side of the desk. âNo, no, no!â
He spun the cane effortlessly as he walked down the stairs of the platform.
âJust, you know, just forgot! Iâve just been really busy!â Lucifer assured his daughter as he stopped just before a large bin of rubber ducks, one particular duck staring at him with a multitude of eyes all over its body. âYa know, with umâŠâ
He hesitated as he tried to wrack his brain for anything. He was the King of Hell, who had many duties and yet he couldnât think of a good enough excuse.
Of course, he had been neglecting his duties as of late to fulfill his hobby.
Lucifer kicked the rubber duck at his feet towards the bin and it bounced over an empty wine glass that he had left on the floor a long while ago.
âImportant things!â Lucifer finally finished, knowing Charlie wouldnât buy it, but he had nothing else. While he waited for her to start talking again, he began to pick up stray rubber ducks and tossed them into the bin. A little bit of cleaning was better than none.
Though, the overwhelming mess of his office was too much for him to tackle⊠emotionally.
âWell,â Charlie started, going past his response like it was normal. âIâm actually running a hotel to rehabilitate Sinners. Maybe you saw our commercial.â
Lucifer didnât even know there was a commercial, ignoring the way his chest twinged at the mention of Sinners and the word ârehabilitationâ in the same sentence. He didnât watch a whole lot of TV as is. âOh⊠sadly, I missed it.â
He laughed and walked towards his tea table, deciding a cup of tea might make his anxiety more tolerable.
âHeheh, you know I havenât been watching much TV lately.â He told her. âIt scrambles the brain! But hey, a hotel! Fun!â
He placed his cane against the edge of the table and started to pour himself a cup of tea, which had long since gone cold. With a snap of his fingers and the magic he could manipulate, the cup instantly warmed up.
Charlie sighed again. âListen, Dad, Iâve got⊠Kind of a big ask.â
Lucifer, who had been mid sip of his tea while holding his phone between his cheek and shoulder, coughed as he nearly choked on the liquid. Setting the tea cup down, he grabbed his phone. âYeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it.â
He smiled, feeling his worry and nervousness leave him. Now this was something he could do. His daughter needed him to do something for her, heâd do it. If she needed him, heâd gladly get whatever she needed done.
Charlie hesitated, but she spoke with confidence. âI need to speak to Heaven. Well, whoeverâs in charge up there; above Adam, above anybody! I need to go to the top!â
Luciferâs smile faded instantly and the anxiety was back as his eyes widened. âOh no! Noooo, no, no, no, no, Charlie!â
He panicked again, the thought of speaking to Heaven daunting in more ways than one as he paced around his office. The weight and dread he had been fighting off for a few months suddenly returned at the mere thought. He had just reigned that stress in and gotten it back under control after Adam had fluffed his feathers and demanded to speak to Lucifer. Heaven didnât just contact Lucifer unless they wanted something specific from him and he never dared to initiate contact with them unless he had to. The ache it left in his chest was immense.
âNo, no, no,â Lucifer continued, laughing nervously once more. âThatâs, uh⊠no.â
He could hear the frustration in her voice as she groaned. âLook, Dad, I donât ask you for much. I never have.â
That was true. Charlie rarely ever asked him for anything. He took a quiet, deep breath, feeling guilty as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. The guilt had already started to overwhelm and overpower the potential dread. Luciferâs jaw clenched, every muscle tense just thinking about calling Sera, hearing her voice and asking her just to speak to his daughter.
Would she talk down to him like she had done so in their past? Would she speak to Charlie the same way?
âBut this,â Charlie continued. âThis is really important to me. Itâs the most important thing Iâve ever done. And⊠I need you. I need your help.â
Hearing that she needed him tugged at his heart strings and Lucifer flinched as if heâd been slapped in the face. He frowned and stammered, âI-I donât know, CharlieâŠâ
âPlease, justâŠâ Charlie sounded desperate, pleading. âCome see what Iâm trying to do. Youâll see why itâs a really good idea. And Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them. Please, Dad.â
Lucifer looked over at the pictures he had hung up of his little family and pursed his lips, feeling his heart sink as his daughter practically begged with him. Then, his guilt was replaced with hope as he realized that she had just asked him to come over and see her.
âWait.â Lucifer stalled as his brain tried to process it. âYouâre⊠inviting me over?â
His smile returned as he felt joy flood him. He started to bounce excitedly and stood up straight, focusing on the fact that she wanted him to come over rather than to see what sheâs trying to do.
âAbsolutely!â He bellowed happily. âIâll be there in an hour!â
Charlie didnât get a chance to say anything else as he hung up the phone and pocketed it into his suitâs inner pocket. He took a deep breath and happily bounced towards his office doors while singing to himself.
âMy daughter wants to see me!â Lucifer then crouched down to a lone little rubber duck on the floor and triumphantly exclaimed, âTake that depression!â
Charlie turned back to the group behind her the moment her father had hung up and rubbed the back of her neck nervously. âWell, we have an hour until he gets here.â
Vaggie, who had been by her side and lovingly holding her hand the entire time, smiled at her before turning back to the hotel residents as Kumi just descended the stairs sleepily. Vaggie narrowed her eyes and yelled at everyone, âOkay, people, Lucifer is on his way!â
Everyone aside from Kit stiffened, standing at attention as Niffty simply fell forward from the couch and landed flat on her face. Husk nearly dropped his cup of coffee, spilling some on his furred chest.
Kumi yawned as he approached everyone, rubbing the sleep from his black void eyes. âHuh? Whatâs happening?â
Vaggie continued to bellow, âSo, we are going to get this place presentable, and we are all going to make an amazing impression! Vamonos!â
Kumi narrowed his eyes and shrugged, his cat ears twitching in confusion as everyone scattered. âWhatâs happening?â
Kit walked over to him and patted his shoulder. âCharlieâs father is coming for a visit.â
Kumiâs eyes widened. âShit, The Devil? The Devil is coming here?â
Kit nodded as Vaggie helped Charlie tear down the makeshift idea board to get the parlor presentable again. âYep.â
âNever seen him.â Kumi admitted and clicked his tongue curiously. âI wonder what he looks likeâŠâ
âKumiâŠâ Kit started and pointed to the stairs, at which a Morningstar family picture Charlie had kept hung. âYeah, you have.â
Kumi squinted at the picture. Lilith looked like a fucking giant next to Lucifer. Charlie was sitting down in a little chair, so there was no determining anyoneâs real height⊠not easily.
âBruh, either Lilith is a fucking goddess from eldritch mythology or Lucifer is short as fuckâŠâ Kumi remarked and earned a disapproving look from Kit. âIâm just sayinâ... I guess when we go to Hell, we look nothing like our human selves, huh? Maybe heâs normal height and weâre the freaks.â
âFucking hell.â Kit sighed and shoved him towards the stairs. âGo get dressed.â
âDamn, Mommy,â Kumi moaned in a mocking way and snickered as Kit flipped him off. âChill, Mommy, chill.â
âPlease tell me you donât talk to Alastor like that.â
âNah, heâs Daddy.â Kumi chuckled and grinned mischievously as he walked up the stairs.
Kit snorted and crossed her arms. âI need to see his face if you ever call him that face-to-face.â
Kumi laughed before disappearing around the corner of the next flight of stairs. Chaos then took over the entire hotel as everyone rushed to get the hotel ready in the hour they had.
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This gala had been planned for weeks, maybe months even, Clydeâs father had been raving about it. About how Clyde just being there would rake in money from investors which could only mean terrible things. It had gotten traction from even other states, allowing John Wright to host, bring in money for the restaurant (not that heâd ever give it without control), and for his farm. If they could gather more funds for more control then going state wide wouldnât be an issue anymore, and maybe just maybe he wouldnât have to keep doing what his father said. He could get out of this place, at least this town and make something better of himself.
âYou will be on your best behavior Catherine.â John started holding Clydeâs chin. Dead naming was common for Jonathan Wright. His daughter would stay how she was born in his eyes. Every day heâd not be recognized for who he was but for the shell that held him. The first time anyone had decided to be consistent with it was when Lucifer struck their deal, and that was the last time. Even if in the shadows of the night he'd introduce himself as Clyde to those he deemed important enough or safe enough.
Stuck in this god awful prison of a body standing in a dusty purple dress off to the side, father holding his arm to make sure he didnât move. This body was no house, no home, it was simply a residential building people toured, and even after he'd removed his breasts of his own acord people still found it facinating, his scars, his body was just to be used. A small piece of eye candy that in fact brought plenty of old white men to gander at him. Like a cornered piece of meat he shrunk, the lively boy he could usually be now an apparition. Until he felt another hand on him. Hackles raised, flesh on flesh he did everything he could not to turn and punch the old bastard. Instead, head snapping to the side, he felt hot alcoholic breath waft into his nose making him scrunch. âOh donât be coy I paid good money for you for my hour.â He slurred as Clydeâs father finally released him. An exchange of foreign goods was all this was to them.
Sex was simply trading, it never came along with love or any sort of care as long as it went through Clyde, since someone of asian descent was such an oddity. Even more so being mixed.
But to Clyde this was⊠a game. At least now that he had some power to fight back. After his contracts with Lucifer and Lilith he'd become a different man about this, using his free will to actually send those disgusting 'clients' to their graves. Still six feet under never felt quite good enough.
 This old bastard was in much more danger than he realized, sliding through corridors, farther away from the pristine light and into the dark parts of the manor that werenât being used. With his free hand, gracefully a purple tinted blade appeared in his hand catching the lights as they passed into the lounge. Being tossed forward Clyde stumbled over his kitten heels, he was less and less used to them as he continued embracing who he was outside of these four walls. Taking a breath he hid the knife close to him, slipped half way in his dress pocket and half way in his hand. Letting the man embrace him from behind his grip got tighter, the knife almost singing with glee at the idea of being used.
 Sure it wasn't sentient but Lilith had charmed it to be eager to please. "Come on my little beauty you always entertain me so well," a wrinkled hand slipped over his stomach and Clyde had to do his best not to dry heave. Putting on a smile he turned his head, long black hair covering his face like a shield.
"So hungry~" The words came out like a purr as he turned, pressing a hand to the rich man's chest, gently venturing over his buttons before the man grabbed a handful of Clyde's ass pulling him close and forcing their mouths together. Another gag almost escaped him but he was now close enough he could simply stab straight up, take what he wanted just as these other men did.
Eyes wide open he took out the blade and shoved it directly through the man's jaw, the blade holding his lower and upper jaw together so he couldn't scream. Clyde pulled apart from him in his panic as blood spewed into his mouth. Crimson decorating his mouth like smeared lipstick. The older man struggled and tried to swat at Clyde only to be kicked back into a chair. "Oh don't stop now, you wanted your entertainment I'll give it to you ~." They simply had different definitions of what entertainment looked like.
To Clyde it was straddling the squirming man and removing that knife. In one swift movement it went from the drunk trying to scream to the blade cutting off his desperate song, plunged into a lung. Sharp and devastating as it cracked through a rib to cut into soft flesh. Crimson bloomed from his chest as he gasped and wheezed for air. The fear and desperation in his eyes as he reached up to try and shove Clyde off. "Ah- ah! No touching, you only get. What. You. Pay. For ~." He teased punctuating every word with another stab through his chest.
Heavy breathing, sighs of pleasure, wild eyes, adrenaline rush, everything you might get from sex itself Clyde might as well have actually orgasmed as he watched the light leave that mans eyes. So dull, so disgusting. Why was this all men wanted? Why was he only an object to them?
Well⊠that wasnât important now⊠no he had a better idea. Licking the knife clean it disappeared in a purple flash, leaving behind a sticky pollen to rest in his hand and on the man's bloodied body. Clyde had made quite the name for himself across the states he traveled to, same murderous intent, same signature, same high level people targeted after making young women or men suffer. Removing the windows to the souls and leaving them to find their way blindly to Hell.
Holding his eyelids open two very nimble and adept fingers reached into the socket and pulled out the brown eye that stared out lifelessly to the ether, a solid pop signifying heâd cut the cord that laid within the socket. Looking it over he tilted his head, would it taste good without cooking it? His mother always made fish, said the eyes were the luckiest part, and to always make a wish before you ate them. Closing his own eyes he took a second to make his wish before popping it in his mouth. They were always encased in something just barely hard enough to keep them together, the slightest pressure could make them pop, a thin sack that held the jelly that rolled down his throat like a victory.
âYouâve been of wonderful service.â Clyde smirked after taking the other down his throat. Now⊠he just needed to get to his room to change. After all no one wanted to see a red rose traipsing the halls.Â
Valentineâs Day had never really been on Clydeâs radar, having been used by so many people he hadnât thought love could be real, rather convinced no one would even be on the same wavelength as him. Until recently. Standing in the kitchen of the cabin, far off the beaten path of the bayou heâd been prepping this meal for hours. Following the recipe card signed by Alastorâs mother to the letter it had come out making the whole place smell of jambalaya, corn bread and a side of beans and rice. Just as his mother would do, provide and go all out with whatever she could for the man she loved. That sort of acts of service and quality time filled many little happy bugs in his stomach, same with just listening to the radio, hearing Alâs voice brought him a calm no human had ever brought to him. The stories, the music, it was perfect, and as night approached he listened to that show wind down.
âWell my dears thank you for tuning in, I close you out this fine Valentines Day with a call to that special someone. Grab them for a dance, and tune in tomorrow~â Alastorâs sign off always grabbed the ladâs attention because it was the one time he got to pick the music himself; 'Iâve Got You Under My Skin' humming through the speaker, causing a grin to split across Clydeâs face. Feet tapping to the song, swaying as he hummed the words, food left on a simmer he started a pot of coffee since he was sure the other wouldnât sleep for hours.
âIs that what all this is for? To ask me to be your valentine?â He gestured outwards leaving room for Clyde to slip by with a smirk, grabbing a vase and putting the flowers in.
âAnd whereâs the surprise in that? You knew I was coming.â Lucifer is unrepentent, chuckling as he finally becomes visible as well as audible, strolling into view and sinking into the empty chair with a greatful sigh. A tray with some snacks to go along with the tea sets itself on the table, and with an idle hand wave, picks out a few for himself. Magic floating a couple of lemon squares onto his plate and cut sandwich.
âI figured you wouldnât mind a little company coming to check on you. Have you been enjoying your week off?â
No duties, no training, no lessons. Just a vacation â but Lucifer could admit to missing the sinner he took in under his wing like a son. And as he had with Charlie before she left the nest, fussed over him. It only got worse when it became only the two of them in the Morningstar estate. If not for Clyde, Lucifer truly would be alone.
The fallen was trying not to be clingy⊠and give the other man some spaceâŠ
His ears perked up, standing at attention instead of being flopped to the side. It had been quite the week without actual duty to attend to. Realistically heâd forgotten all of his human traits, become nothing but a machine for the Morningstarâs and rather enjoyed it. This time now heâd gotten to connect with his roots quite literally. âYou have a fair point sir.â Clyde chuckled before conjuring the field larger in the garden. Turning to look at him he offered him a full cup of tea.
âItâs been quite the ride! I might not be working for you but Iâve had a grand time with the Goetia, I donât think Iâve seen snow and ice like what Asphodile can create!â He wouldnât elaborate on what that meant or the fact that heâd nearly killed the peacock and used his ice magic as an ice skating rink to learn alongside some of the imps.
âI was welcomed back by Asmodeous so I performed in the Lust ring⊠I will never be doing that again.â He shivered remembering all the bloodshed that followed just after someone violated Clydeâs boundaries.
Pausing he pulled out a chair for the other before jumping up into a nearby tree, crossing his ankles to drink his own tea. âHow have you fared since my absence? Have the other sinners left you be?â His head tilted slightly letting his rabbit ear hang off his shoulder. âOr do I have more work to do?â He grinned in the shade a harsher wind blowing through the garden sending Cecil to scramble for perch under Luciferâs chair.Â
