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Be Lonely with Me here.
Full version of Nest of the Damned here.
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Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.
Vacation Away (Adam/Lucifer goes on vacation on Earth) = Part 01. Part 02. Part 03.
The Imp (Priest Adam x Devil/King of Hell Lucifer) = Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05.
Promised Soul (Omegaverse Mythology AU) = Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04.
Full Moon (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01.
Come with Me (Two characters trap in a room together) = Part 01
Love of Hell (YandereLuciver x Adam x YandereLilith) = Part 01. Part 02.
Tender Touch (Lucifer x Adam x Lilith - Heaven transformed Adam into a women) = Part 01
The Acedia of Hell (Sinner and powerful Adam!) = Part 01
Five Nights at Hazbin Hotel = Part 01
Shut Down = Part 01. Part 02
Frozen Out = Part 01. Part 02
Dear Satan = Abel wries a letter to Santa ~
Replaced = Lucifer/Adam/Lilith - Adam was replaced by Adrian.
More Often AU = Dear God
Hummingbirds
The Beginning
Flowertale
Duck AU (Adam's sinner form is a duck-like)
Bored Adam (Adam wakes up in Eden and is bored with everything)
CW Body Horror
Tarot Love - Part 01.
AdamsApple Harvest - Day 01 - Day 02 - Day 03 - Day 04 - Day 05 - Day 06 - Day 07 - Day 08 - Day 09 - Day 10 - Day 11 - Day 12 - Day 13 - Day 14 - Day 15 - Day 16 - Day 17 - Day 18 - Day 19 - Day 20 - Day 21 - Day 22 - Day 23 - Day 24 - Day 25 - Day 26 - Day 27 - Day 28 - Day 29 - Day 30 - Day 31
Vampire Omega Lucifer x Werewolf Omega Adam - Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Part 05, Part 06, Part 07
lucifer and adam have been best friends since they were children, they became something more by the time they reached their teens. everything was perfect, adam thought he would spend the rest of his life with the short blonde. they vowed to marry.
until, during one night of passion, horns, wings and a tail popped out of lucifers back and adam freaks the fuck out.
demons are pure evil and dangerous, for thousands of years demons have used humans as their play things. growing up adam was always told to never trust a demon and to avoid them at all cost. demons eat humans, they hunted them, tortured them, demons were dangerous and adam was terrified to find out his boyfriend and first love is a demon. let alone a demon Angel, the most dangerous demons to exist!!
adam runs away and uses demon repellent to keep lucifer away.
lucifer is unhealthy heartbroken and spends the next few years desiring to mate with adam but never being able to. he goes into heat and only ever wants adam. lucifer takes ‘temps’ to help please himself but always slaughters them afterwards because they’re not adam. due to the repellent adam uses, lucifer is unable to find him but lucifer fantasies greatly about finishing their mating and when he uses a ‘temp’ he calls them adam.
all the other demons in lucifers pack (the other archangels) know all about adam but doesn’t believe he exists.
lucifer is slowly losing his sanity, he is really lonely and misses adam every second of his life.
…i wonder what will happen if lucifer ever sees adam again?
one night, Michael and rapahel captures a group of humans. they are planning to use them in a hunting game. for now, they bind them with rope and have them sit under huge, black trees. adam is one of these humans and is mentally cursing eve for going into the forbidden demon forest. he had went after her which resulted in both of them be captured.
adam becomes aware of lucifer when he hears him morning up in one of the trees. he flushes when lucifer moans out Adams name, nobody knows he is the adam lucifer is morning about. and is terrified when after it sounds like lucifer has finished, a corpse falls from the tree and one of the other Angel demons makes a comment about lucifer killing all their ‘newbies’ after picking them as a ‘temp’.
lucifer is in pre-heat. for some reason he is much more aggravated and disgruntled then normally. he is snapping at everyone, lashing out and has killed almost all his ‘temps’. nobody knows why and even lucifer himself doesn’t know why. he is on edge in a way he has never been before.
michael suggest he join in the hunt tonight before he goes into full heat and after a little persuasion, lucifer agrees.
and the hunt begins!
humans run as fast as they can but the demon angels are faster and easily slaughters them. lucifer kills a human and just as the human falls to the ground, his eyes are locked onto the one and only, adam.
he has been acting differently because his body has been reacting to adam being so close. he had no idea adam was there since the repellent consealed adams scent and such.
all adam could think was ‘shit’
now since lucifer is a Angel, a demon Angel, but an Angel none the less…he can’t exactly take what he wants, especially considering adam is his mate and the love of his demonic life…Adam needs to give himself over willing, he needs to give his consent and that might be a little hard considering adam is terrified of him and wants to run away again…and unfortunately he isn’t affected by the seductions of lucifers heat like other demons and humans are.
or when adam dies, he ‘respawns’ right in front of everyone. he is confused and slowly grows horrified as realisation sets in.
he hasn’t ‘respawned’ in centuries. he has lived as ‘Adam, the first man’ on so many different ‘stories’ and whenever he dies, he ‘respawns’. this ‘story’ is the first time he hasn’t respawned and in fact died in theme with the story.
adam respawns and the heavens opens up. the messager defends to Hell, adam stares up at her wide-eyed.
Gold! There you are!
Hello, Starlight, you certainly gave everyone a scare.
They’re just thrilled to see you safe and sound.
(slowly figures of different coloured light appears behind her, like different versions of her but with different colours)
As, for this latest little human ‘Adam’ game of yours, thank the stars it’s over with now.
Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?
hello everyone, thank you for all the nice words. sorry about the long wait, i had so much going on and well...i figured i would post what i have written?
i am not sure if it is anygood, but here is the next part of the vampire x werewolf au! for the lovely @lilacwriter07
enjoy!
Vampire Omega Lucifer x Werewolf Omega Adam - Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Part 05, Part 06, Part 07
Adam squirmed, his body twitching involuntarily as he pressed himself farther back against the wall beneath the bed. The space was dim and suffocating; the only light came from the single candle that the annoying blonde Omega always lit whenever he entered the room. Adam didn’t know how much time had passed, there were no windows, no clocks, nothing to orient him, but the days had blurred together anyway. He barely cared.
He barely could think.
His whole body hurt, every joint, every muscle. His lower gut twisted sharply, again and again, like claws raking at him from the inside, and the cold… the cold never subsided. It clawed into his bones, soaked into his fur, made his breath tremble out of him in uneven shivers. It was too much, everything was too much.
He wished he hadn’t given up his suppressants so easily. He wished he’d fought harder, because this, this Frost, was hell.
His ears flattened to his skull, fangs itching painfully as the soft click of the door reached him. He didn’t hear footsteps, but he didn’t need to. The light, floating way Lucifer moved through the room always gave him away without sound.
Adam swallowed a snarl.
That scent, smoke, fresh rain, and something copper-sweet, drifted toward him in a slow wave, and Adam’s hackles rose instantly. The Omega’s pheromones made his skin prickle, made his head spin, made his stomach knot even tighter. Adam tucked his tail more firmly under himself, claws flexing into the wooden boards as he braced for the usual invasion: Lucifer kneeling by the bed, sliding halfway underneath it, pushing into Adam’s cramped sanctuary like clockwork, but tonight… something felt different.
Adam didn’t hear Lucifer crawl under. Instead, he heard things being placed on the floor, fabric rustling, soft weights thumping gently, the faint shift of cushions or blankets. Adam listened tensely, claws digging deeper into the wood. He was freezing. Shivering so hard his teeth ached. His stomach twisted and burned, his head felt packed with cotton, and his fur was stiff, prickling as though ice were weaving through it.
Then, more sounds. Something being arranged right in front of the bed, blocking him in.
Adam growled low in warning and squeezed himself forward instinctively, dragging his trembling body a few inches across the cold floor. His nose bumped against something soft, a pillow? and before he could decide whether to retreat or bite it, the fabric shifted away.
Lucifer was kneeling on the other side, leaning forward with one hand braced on the bedframe, his bright eyes catching the candlelight.
“Adam,” Lucifer cooed gently, his voice warm and softening when he noticed how close Adam was to crawling out.
“I brought soup and medication again. I tried something different today.” He smiled calmly, as if approaching a feral animal. “But first, I’m going to need you to come out, okay?”
Adam stayed still, narrowing his eyes at the pretty blonde Omega. What did he want now? Every time Lucifer came in here, his pheromones worsened the dizziness, worsened the confusion. Adam knew, in some distant part of his mind, that Lucifer was trying to help, but resentment churned hot in his gut.
He was like this because of Lucifer, because of he had taken suppression, because he didn’t know better, because nobody ever told him.
“Look,” Lucifer said more firmly, lifting a thick, plush purple cushion for Adam to see, “If you don’t come out now, you’re going to be blocked in. I know you feel safer under there, but once these are in place, it’s not going to feel cozy anymore. I’m giving you the chance to move before it’s too late.”
Adam blinked slowly, staring at the cushion with dull confusion. He couldn’t make sense of the Omega’s intentions through the haze in his mind, he wanted to turn around, to squirm back to the far wall, curl up and try, just try, to sleep through the pain and cold, but he didn’t.
A guttural snarl tore from him, but Lucifer only offered a soft, encouraging smile and shuffled backward to give him space.
“You can growl and snarl at me all you want,” Lucifer chimed, his tone maddeningly gentle, “But it won’t change anything. These cushions will block you in if you don’t move.”
Then, on his knees, Lucifer slid down the length of the bed, tucking cushion after cushion underneath it, thick purple and red ones, constructing a wall Adam couldn’t easily push through. Adam watched suspiciously, unmoving, as Lucifer’s soft humming filled the quiet room. He passed Adam’s head, leaving only that space open, and continued to the top of the bed, and then he came back with a cushion raised. Expression patient but determined.
Only when Lucifer started scooting closer, clearly intending to close the last opening, did Adam finally react.
With a harsh snarl and a burst of frantic movement, Adam squeezed himself out from under the bed. His back arched in his haste, and he shoved forward so fast that he rammed the cushion right out of Lucifer’s hands.
Tripping over his own oversized paws, Adam toppled forward with a helpless yelp, landing face-first into a heap of soft blankets and plush quilts. His nose throbbed; his fangs clicked painfully against each other. He whimpered and scrambled backward, eyes darting wildly as he searched for another place to hide but froze when he realized there wasn’t one.
The room was… different, it was lined, covered and transformed.
Layers upon layers of thick cushions surrounded the floor like a padded wall. Quilts and blankets were spread across the ground in overlapping sheets, forming a soft, warm nest he hadn’t noticed until now. Adam blinked, disoriented, his gaze tracing the barricade of plush purples and reds. Even his bed had been stripped bare, the sheets, pillows, and comforter now woven into this ridiculous, sprawling… thing.
He turned sluggishly, still processing what he was seeing, and watched blankly as Lucifer slid the last cushion into the opening Adam had crawled through, effectively sealing him in with maddening precision.
“There,” Lucifer declared with a bright, triumphant little beam. He dusted his hands down his thighs and spun lightly on his heel before dropping into the pile of pillows, he wiggled a bit, fluffing the cushions beneath him. “Now isn’t this cozy?”
Adam only stared, his thick wolf ears twitched and flattened, sprang forward, flattened again. His tail stayed low, almost dragging the floor as he tried to make sense of this new, uncomfortable situation.
“It’s alright,” Lucifer hummed gently, patting the inviting pillows beside him. “Sit here with me. It’s a nest. I built it for you.”
A nest?
The weirdo built him a nest?
Why? He hadn’t needed one before, nobody had ever bothered to make one for him. Adam’s instinct was to crawl right back under the bed, but Lucifer’s soft smile stopped him. The blonde tugged a plush red pillow onto his lap and hugged it close like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You’ve been in Frost for two weeks now, Adam,” Lucifer said softly.
Adam’s eyes widened.
Two weeks?
He’d never been trapped this long, but then… it had been years since his last Frost, and he’d never experienced one without suppressants.
“I think you haven’t broken it because you’re not comfortable,” Lucifer continued gently. “We tried it your way and I left you alone. I let you control the space, the distance, everything your body asked for, but you haven’t improved.”
Adam lowered his head, his massive form trembling.
“So now,” Lucifer said with quiet determination, “We’re trying it my way and my way… involves a nest.”
Adam tilted his furry head steadily, scanning the soft fortress around him. He didn’t know how to wedge himself into something like this. Didn’t know what to do with it, a soft, helpless whine slipped out.
“Come here,” Lucifer coaxed, curling a finger in a beckoning gesture.
Adam’s lips peeled back instantly, a low hiss rattling through his chest, fangs flashing.
“I know,” Lucifer sighed, patient despite the display, “You’re uncomfortable with me. Right?”
Adam’s hackles rose; he arched his back and bared his teeth again. The Omega smelled too strange, too cold but also warm at the sametime, too sweet, just over all too much.
“I know you’re not used to people being around you during something this vulnerable,” Lucifer continued, undeterred by the snarls or the sharp snap of teeth when he shifted closer. “But I’m here to help you through this, and for that to work, you need to get used to me. My presence, my scent, my body and my touch.”
Adam froze…He wasn’t leaving? He was staying here? With him? For the rest of the Frost?
Was he seriously,
Lucifer’s smile widened, bright and mischievous, something glinting behind those cherry-red lips.
“So,” he cooed, sing-song gentle, crooking that damn finger again, “come here, Addie. Come to me, boy, let me smother you in my pheromones.”
Adam rumbled a guttural noise of disgust, tail bristling, and Lucifer laughed, soft, delighted, eyes sparkling with amused affection.
“You have to get used to me somehow,” he teased warmly. “Pheromone sharing is the fastest way.”
“Unless…” Lucifer tilted his head, nose scrunching adorably. “You want to stay like this? Cold, in pain, aching everywhere?”
Adam didn’t. Gods, he didn’t. The icy ache was unbearable, sinking deeper and deeper with each passing hour, the tiredness was coming back too, so heavy he could barely hold up his own head…but trusting someone enough to lie beside them? To let them press close, cover him in their scent?
Adam had never done that. He’d grown up nearly feral, unwanted, avoided, punished for being Omega. No one had ever touched him with anything resembling care.
“It’ll be okay,” Lucifer whispered, his tone dropping gentle and sincere, patient in a way Adam didn’t know how to handle. “We’re going to break this Frost. You will feel better, but you need to trust me a little.”
Adam inched forward, a tiny, hesitant shuffle and then another. He waited every second for Lucifer to snap, to mock him, to push too far. But the other Omega simply waited, hands still, posture open, expression soft. So, Adam moved closer, close enough to sit beside him, though he kept a cautious distance.
After a few heartbeats, he shifted again and slowly lowered himself into the blankets. Lucifer’s smile softened, proud and tender, he crawled closer with the grace of someone approaching a skittish animal, then lightly ran his hand down Adam’s back.
Adam stiffened instantly, muscles jerking beneath his thick coat, but forced himself to relax, inch by inch, breath by shaky breath.
“There you go,” Lucifer whispered, humming low in encouragement as his slender fingers combed gently through the wolf’s fur. He lay down beside Adam, close but not pressing, and let his hand drift to the sensitive point between ear and skull, stroking delicately.
“You, see?” he murmured, voice like warm honey. “It’s not so bad… is it?”
Adam lay frozen, muscles trembling beneath his thick coat, heart pounding so fiercely it echoed in his ribs. Nobody, nobody except Sera, had ever been this close to him while he wore his wolf skin. His own pack had avoided him during Frosts and heats, steering clear as if proximity alone might burn them. But this, this was something entirely different. Softer. Sharper. More intimate than anything he’d allowed in… years? Decades? Maybe ever.
Lucifer tucked his arm beneath his head, settling beside him like he belonged there, like curling up next to a freezing, half-feral wolf was the most natural thing in the world. His two-tone eyes, icy blue rimmed with red, softened to something warm, understanding, almost affectionate. His other hand continued its delicate journey along Adam’s spine, each slow stroke sinking deeper through thick fur until it grazed skin.
Lucifer’s touch was cold, but not painfully so, more like a cool cloth laid gently across scorched skin. The sensation made Adam twitch… then, cautiously, melt, he found himself leaning into it, inch by inch, despite every instinct screaming that he should pull away.
…and then it hit, a soft rush, like a night breeze slipping between summer leaves, barely warm, barely cool, but soothing in a way that made Adam’s breath hitch. Lucifer’s pheromones washed over him, gliding into every knot and crevice of his exhausted body. Adam’s nostrils flared, trying to read them despite his Frost-numbed senses.
They were unlike anything he’d ever encountered.
They carried age that didn’t belong to someone who looked so young, dusty shelves, dried ink, clockwork heartbeats ticking through centuries. Salt and old rain, forgotten forests, candlelight on ancient paper and wisdom pressed into scent, sadness tucked between notes of rebirth. They spun around him like silk threads and Adam swayed, overwhelmed, his head heavy as he turned away.
“Don’t,” Lucifer murmured with a soft laugh, inching closer without hesitation. He nudged his face into Adam’s fur, nuzzling shamelessly like he was burrowing into a giant, chilled pillow. “Don’t try to escape my pheromones, your body can’t adjust to them if you keep running.”
Adam released a low, grumbling huff, a sound that vibrated through Lucifer’s chest. The smaller Omega wrapped both arms around him, hugging him with delicate care despite Adam being several times his size.
“You’re so fluffy,” Lucifer whispered, voice muffled against Adam’s fur. His breath was cool, tickling. “I know it’s strange, having someone this close when you’re vulnerable… especially someone you barely know, but this is the best way to help you. I promise, sweet wolf, it won’t last forever.”
Adam let himself sink, slowly, reluctantly, into the embrace. His instincts screamed to flee, to hide, to escape the unfamiliar touch and unfamiliar scent and unfamiliar closeness, but he forced himself to stay. Forced himself to breathe. Forced himself to trust, just enough.
After a few wordless moments, Lucifer’s hold steady and coaxing, Adam lifted his big head and deliberately exhaled a blast of frigid air straight into Lucifer’s face. Lucifer’s entire expression scrunched up adorably, cherry-red lips puckering into an offended pout.
“That was mean,” Lucifer muttered, though his voice was warm with amusement.
Adam let out a deep, vibrating rumble that was unmistakably laughter.
Lucifer’s eyes brightened. “…Oh, you think that was funny?”
He pursed his lips sweetly and blew back, a swirl of cold air hit Adam’s face. Adam jerked violently, eyes going wide. That was not the warm breath he’d expected and Lucifer burst into laughter, bright, ringing, pleased, and flashed a teasing smile up at him.
Adam’s response was immediate and stubborn: he flopped. His entire giant wolf body tipped and dropped right on top of Lucifer with the weight of a collapsing alpine tree.
Adam rumbled deeply in smug triumph, settling heavier.
Lucifer wheezed, “If this is revenge for the pheromones, it’s very effective, now get, off!”
But Adam only huffed in contentment, pinning him with the full, fluffy weight of a Frost-heavy wolf.
Lucifer sighed dramatically, letting his limbs go loose as he stared up at the mountain of red, brown, and black fur smothering him. The wolf on top of him weighed enough to crush stone, but to Lucifer, it was nothing more than being pinned beneath an oversized, living pillow. He lifted both hands and began dragging his fingers through Adam’s fur, combing gently through the plush thickness.
Stars, he could sleep in this. He could curl into this fur and hibernate for decades if he wanted. Maybe a century.
Most Omega bodies couldn’t handle being flattened by a Frost-ridden wolf, but Lucifer wasn’t “most.” Neither was his brother, Physical pressure barely registered to him unless bones were actually snapping. Compared to that, this was… cozy.
“Hey, Adam,” he chirped, voice brightening with a spark of mischief, “you should let me scratch your stomach.”
The reaction was instant, Adam froze, then rolled clean off him in one sweeping twist of his enormous body. Lucifer let out a wounded gasp and immediately rolled after him like a determined, dramatic tumbleweed.
“Noooo!”
He tumbled straight into Adam’s side and latched both thin arms around the wolf’s furry neck before Adam could scoot away again.
“No, don’t roll away! I’m sorry! I won’t touch your stomach, I swear. No stomach scratches, none, zero.”
Adam replied with a low, rumbling growl, not aggressive, but deeply, firmly protective of that particular boundary. Lucifer nodded to himself, humming thoughtfully.
“Alright, noted, stomach is a no-go,” he said, calm now, stroking Adam’s shoulder instead. “Wolf or human, got it.”
He shifted upright beside Adam, leaning his back against the desk where he’d set a tray earlier. His voice softened into something cozy, like warm blankets and quiet mornings.
“Anyway,” he said, nudging the tray closer, “I brought you soup again. Pork and bone marrow this time. Thought you’d appreciate something other than chicken.”
He lifted the lid, letting fragrant, rich steam curl into the air, warm against Adam’s cold-damp fur, comforting even if Adam’s appetite was patchy in Frost.
“I made it fresh,” Lucifer added with a small, hopeful smile. “For you.”
Adam snarled, a sharp, guttural crack of sound, but his stomach didn’t so much as twitch. He felt nothing there, nothing at all, and the numbness alone irritated him more than Lucifer’s persistence. He was tired of being prodded, tired of being forced upright, tired of someone trying to make him eat when every instinct told him to hide and wait the Frost out.
Lucifer didn’t flinch; he didn’t even blink. Instead, the smaller Omega purposefully stirred the soup, swirling the spoon through the thick broth before lifting a generous spoonful with a bright, chirpy flourish.
“It’s really good,” he sang, sweet as honey, lifting the spoon toward Adam’s face.
Adam’s furry ears twitched, his snout was completely bunged up, he couldn’t smell a thing but Frost-ice and his own misery. He wasn’t hungry, and Lucifer had already dragged him out from under his safe place. So, Adam ignored him, he turned away, curling into himself, pressing as far from the other Omega as the nest would allow.
Lucifer watched him turn with a long exhale and carefully set the spoon back into the bowl.
“Maybe later, then,” he murmured, not offended, not discouraged, just thoughtful.
He rose onto his knees, balancing the tray, and placed it gently back on the desk. Adam flicked a wary eye over his shoulder to check, was Lucifer finally leaving?
No.
The smaller Omega wiggled back toward the cushion wall he had built around the bed legs, plopping down with an almost offended amount of comfort. He stretched his legs out, crossed his arms over his stomach, and settled in like he planned to stay there until the sun burned out.
Adam huffed, loudly, dramatically, his annoyance echoing through the nest. Lucifer really wasn’t going to give him space, not even pretend to. With a snarl rumbling low in his chest, Adam shifted even farther away, though the gap between them was already more than enough for comfort, or it would have been, if his instincts weren’t screaming for solitude.
Lucifer hummed, a soft sound from deep in his chest, and then sighed. Of course it would take time. He’d hoped, maybe too much, that Adam would warm up faster, but he had time. Endless time, if needed.
So, he wriggled again, getting himself even more comfortably lodged among the cushions, and let his eyelids drift down, a nap, then. Just a short one. Enough to recharge before the next attempt at getting soup into Adam.
After all, caring for a Frosted wolf was a marathon, not a sprint, and Lucifer wasn’t going anywhere.
sorry if you’ve sent any messages. i havent been in a good way. i have lost both my grandparents literally this month, one after another. i lost my grandpa Friday.
sorry if you’ve sent any messages. i havent been in a good way. i have lost both my grandparents literally this month, one after another. i lost my grandpa Friday.
hi everyone! just got back from a family hoilday and i am so tired. ugh.
anyway! here is the next part of the vampire x werewolf au! i hope you like it! @lilacwriter07
enjoy!
Vampire Omega Lucifer x Werewolf Omega Adam - Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Part 05, Part 06
Like clockwork, as though his body moved on instinct rather than thought, Lucifer found himself drifting back into the kitchen, gliding really, like a swish of pale silk. Every day he crafted a different kind of Frost-soothing soup, stirring herbs and broths with delicate precision. Each mixture was meant to ease pain, settle nerves, warm chilled bones… and every batch was made with one trembling wolf in mind.
Then he would take the tray upstairs, slip into Adam’s dim little sanctuary, and, without hesitation, shimmy halfway beneath the bed like some devoted, overdressed serpent. He would lay there on his stomach, hair spilling like gold ribbons across the floor, coaxing in the gentlest voice he possessed.
Some days were harder than others.
Some days Adam refused to move at all, curling tighter and tighter beneath the bed until he resembled a shivering knot of fur and misery. The wolf would whimper, and sniffle, and tremble so violently Lucifer thought his insides might splinter from watching. On those days Lucifer had no choice but to feed him spoonfuls beneath the bed, contorting himself in ridiculous angles just to make sure the wolf swallowed something.
Other days, Adam would slowly, reluctantly, squirm just far enough out from under the frame for Lucifer to feed him. Only long enough for a few spoonfuls before wriggling back into the safety of darkness again.
It was… concerning, deeply concerning.
It had been well over a week, more like two, since Adam had surrendered his suppressions and fallen into a Frost. He should have been approaching the end of it. Should have been easing out of it days ago and should be in pre-frost by now, but he wasn’t.
And that ache of wrongness, sharp and cold and persistent, would not leave Lucifer alone. He did not know Adam well, okay, truthfully, he didn’t know the wolf at all. But he did know Omegas, he knew their patterns, their bodies, their needs.
This wasn’t normal, not even close. Something was off, something was wrong.
Lucifer sighed softly, drumming his long, cold fingers across the polished surface of his desk. His elbow propped on the wood, the other hand curled into a loose fist. He squished his rosy cheek into his knuckles, blue-and-gold eyes half-lidded as he stared blankly at the open black leather notebook before him.
He was supposed to be reviewing Anthony’s progress, reading the essays the spider Omega had dutifully written, but Lucifer couldn’t make the words stay still. His thoughts drifted, coiled, and circled around Adam like a worried spectre.
He finally scoffed softly and leaned back in his plush chair, rubbing his tired, purple-shadowed eyes. His long eyelashes fluttered like moth wings before he gently closed the book with a sigh.
Stretching his arms above his head, he cracked his back and stared up at the ceiling carvings, apples, ducks, and other quirks Michael insisted were “charming.” Lucifer’s lips twisted into a crooked little smirk, his nose scrunching faintly.
Frosts were dangerous, they were miserable and so excruciating, but they did not last nearly two weeks. A week at most, even severe ones. And the file Sera Greentail had sent hadn’t mentioned any chronic issues or complications that might explain this prolonged suffering…which meant Lucifer would have to find the truth himself, and he would, it was his job, after all.
Running one elegant hand through his perfectly styled, duck-feathered sweep of golden hair, Lucifer rose from his chair with a languid stretch. His spine gave a soft, satisfying series of pops, and he exhaled a hum of relief.
“Well,” he mused, “If I can’t focus on the rest of my flock, I might as well tend to the one Omega determined to challenge every ounce of my patience.”
A crooked smile tugged at his lips. Adam had been… difficult. Maddeningly so, and yet, Lucifer couldn’t deny the quiet pull he felt each time he padded down the hallway with a tray of lovingly crafted Frost-soothing soup. Maybe tending to the stubborn wolf would settle his thoughts, smooth the noisy edges of worry, and let him return to the others with a clearer mind.
He stepped toward the door, and paused, head tilting slightly when he caught sight of the wall-mounted screen. Its surface was pitch-black, not even flickering. His lips pursed into a prim little pout.
“Again, Alastor?” he sighed, already moving toward it.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s buffering!” Alastor cackled from the polished tabletop radio, his voice fizzing like mischief in static form.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, though amusement softened his features.
“You are going to give him a heart attack if you keep doing that,” he scolded gently.
He crouched with effortless grace, opening the lockbox beneath the screen, his long, cold fingers danced over the keypad as he entered the code, one known only to him, Michael, and Vox. A necessary measure, considering the VoxTech system could plunge the entire Enterprise into chaos if mismanaged.
Alastor snorted. “He deserves it. He’s being such an idiot and fucking creep!”
“Creep?” Lucifer echoed, an elegant brow lifting in mild amusement as he flicked switches and began the reboot cycle. “In what way?”
He honestly couldn’t imagine Vox being creepy; the man was a recluse who barely opened his door for anyone except Michael, and on rare occasions, Alastor himself. Vox could be enthusiastic, excessively so, at times, but Lucifer had always found it more endearing than unsettling.
“Oh, you know,” Alastor crooned smugly, “We were talking about the old days… and how inspiring I am~”
Lucifer huffed a soft laugh, that tone, silky, self-satisfied, was one he’d heard thousands of times. Alastor’s pride burned bright enough to rival Lucifer’s own, which was saying something.
“I don’t see how that’s creepy,” Lucifer said as he stood, placing his hands on his narrow hips. The reboot screen flickered to life in a familiar shade of electric blue. “If anything, it sounds like a compliment.”
“Ah, you wouldn’t understand the standards a refined Omega like me upholds,” Alastor scoffed.
Lucifer rolled his eyes with theatrical exhaustion. “Of course I would.” His voice softened, coaxing. “And? Are you going to give me any actual details? What, precisely, was Vox doing that offended your delicate sensibilities?”
“HA! He’s being hypocritical!” Vox barked as his mascot abruptly popped onto the screen, little pixelated brows furrowed in furious indignation. Lucifer found it rather adorable, truth be told.
“How so?” Lucifer asked, lips curving into an amused smile.
“He thinks it’s creepy if I touch his shoulder! His shoulder!” Vox sputtered. “But he does it to me all the time! And I don’t call him creepy!”
“That is quite different,” Alastor cut in smoothly.
“What?! How?!” Vox practically vibrated with outrage, his screen glitching again in stuttered pixels.
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, tapping a slender finger against his chin. Vox wasn’t his patient, that was Michael’s domain, but the two of them often compared notes. Lucifer knew enough to understand the subtext: Vox’s childhood had been harsh, touchless, unkind. For him, physical contact wasn’t just contact, it was trust, vulnerability, an offering of open heart and open wound.
Michael had mentioned that Vox thrived on gentle touch from those he let close. A hand on his shoulder, a pat on his head… little things that meant far more to him than most realized.
“Some Omegas express affection through touch,” Lucifer said gently. “I wouldn’t consider that creepy at all.”
“THANK you!” Vox snapped triumphantly.
“But,” Lucifer added softly, glancing toward the radio with a knowing tilt of his head, “It would be hypocritical of you, Alastor, if you’re touching Vox’s shoulders as well.”
“Ah, how you’re an Omega therapist is beyond me,” Alastor sniffed, his voice lilting into a delicate, high-pitched register of offended elegance. “To misunderstand something so simple, what a tragic failure.”
Lucifer didn’t even blink. He was far too accustomed to Alastor’s theatrical deflection, especially when the deer Omega felt cornered. It happened often in their sessions. Unlike Michael, who was permitted to enter Vox’s room for therapy in person, Lucifer was kept firmly outside Alastor’s territory, and, well… that did mean something, considering Alastor regularly left his room to visit Vox’s. Vox, on the other hand, had never crossed Alastor’s threshold.
Lucifer had even heard whispers, before Alastor’s last heat, that the Omega had tried to invite Vox to spend it with him. A huge step for someone so guarded. A misunderstanding so disastrous Alastor refused to clarify it even now. Vox had tried to offer his room for Alastor’s heat, but Vox didn’t take confusion, or rejection, well. He’d short-circuited immediately, missed Alastor’s actual intent entirely, and then ghosted every irritated, increasingly sharp message Alastor had sent before his heat hit. Seven days of silence. Everyone had heard about Vox’s hurt, his frantic pacing, his static-crackling distress.
It was a miracle the two were talking at all.
“He does more than touch my shoulders!” Vox began heatedly from the screen. “If anyone here is the creep, it’s him and-”
A sharp, teeth-grating screech erupted from Alastor’s radio.
“Silence!” Alastor snapped, suddenly vicious. “Some things need to remain private, Vox! Or have you forgotten that?!”
“Uh,” Vox choked, startled and uncharacteristically meek. He wasn’t used to Alastor sounding genuinely upset.
Lucifer blinked slowly, now that was new. As far as he’d ever managed to pry during their sessions, Alastor had always claimed his and Vox’s interactions had never crossed into anything remotely intimate. Even considering spending his heat with Vox was monumental for him. Cold, proud, razor-edged Alastor offering vulnerability? It made Lucifer thoughtfully suspicious.
“Had Alastor lied by omission? Did his visits sync with Vox’s heats? Was he guarding Vox’s privacy more fiercely than he admitted?”
If so, that was enormous progress.
“Um… I’m just gonna… go now…” Vox stammered, his little mascot avatar flushed a bright, rosy digital red and fiddled with its wire-frame fingers. When Alastor didn’t respond, clearly seething, the screen glitched, flickered, and went dark.
Lucifer stared at the blank display, then slowly shifted his attention to the radio.
“Do not look at me like that, you little half-pint midget,” Alastor snarled, brittle and prickly.
“Alastor,” Lucifer began gently, slipping into his therapist cadence, “Have you been intimate with Vox?”
“If I wanted you to know, I would have told you,” Alastor shot back instantly, voice darkening. “And since I haven’t, it is none of your business. What happens between me and that blockheaded Omega is ours.”
“True,” Lucifer conceded softly. “Privacy and boundaries matter in relationships, but I’m here to help you. And to be frank…” Lucifer folded his arms. “Calling him things like ‘creep’ won’t help you in the long run. Omegas like Vox are sensitive, you could-”
“Offend him?” Alastor cut in with a high-pitched, static-laced laugh. “He offended me, need I remind you? You told me to lower my guard. To, what did you say?, ‘open a door for him.’ So, I did. And what happened? The idiot didn’t take the hint!”
“I see you’re still sore about that,” Lucifer murmured.
“Of course I am!” Alastor hissed. The radio’s red light flared brighter, menacing. “I tried to be vulnerable, vulnerable, and invite him to share my heat. And the moron didn’t even let me finish before short-circuiting! Then he ignored all my messages. So, excuse me if I want to watch him squirm!”
“That’s not very healthy,” Lucifer blurted before he could stop himself. He immediately regretted it, this was the most honest Alastor had been in months.
“Fuck healthy!” Alastor snapped, the radio’s glow pulsed like a heartbeat of rage. “This makes me feel better, that’s all that matters.”
Lucifer regarded the radio with half-lidded patience. Beneath all that fury was something undeniably important: Vox mattered to him, deeply. He waited to see if Alastor would say something else, and when nothing else came, Lucifer sighed softly and dropped his voice, speaking in a comforting near-purr only the radio could catch.
“I understand you’re hurt, and angry, you’re valid in that. No one can take that from you, but there comes a point when you must stop and consider whether your actions lead to the result you actually want.”
“…In what way?” Alastor demanded, cold but curious now. “How could this end any way but the one I expect? Vox always comes crawling back the moment I snap my fingers.”
Ah yes. The entitlement.
“Everyone has a breaking point,” Lucifer said gently. “Even Omegas who adore you. If you keep pushing Vox away, whether he deserves it or not, he might genuinely believe you don’t want him. He could pull back, farther than you expect.”
“And,” Lucifer continued softly, “If you’re not honest about your feelings, someone else could step in, someone new.”
“Are you suggesting,” Alastor whispered, voice low and shaken, “That another Omega might take what’s mine?”
“I’m sure that’s the last thing you want,” Lucifer said. “And we’re due for new arrivals in the coming months. If Vox feels rejected, he might reach out to someone else. He might try to move on.”
Lucifer fully anticipated Alastor to scoff, to laugh, to dismiss the idea out of pride. Instead, silence, a meaningful, heavy silence. He was thinking, considering Lucifer’s words seriously and that was such a huge deal for an Omega like Alastor.
“I’m sorry…” a small voice quivered. The dark screen flickered, revealing Vox’s mascot again, fidgeting, bashful, shame-faced. He hadn’t left after all, he’d listened.
Lucifer should reprimand him. Their conversation was meant to be private, but realistically… they were broadcasting in common space. It was hardly Vox’s fault.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Vox murmured, fingers twisting. “I didn’t realize what you were trying to say. And I-“
“Yes, I know what you did,” Alastor interrupted, but the bite was gone. His voice was softer, steady but careful. “You jumped to conclusions, as always, and didn’t let me finish. I wanted you to come to my room for my heat, that’s all.”
Silence again. Vox’s avatar blinked big, shimmering, watery eyes as the meaning sank in.
“I’m so sorry, Al…” he whispered. “I should’ve waited, I shouldn’t have ignored your messages.”
Lucifer exhaled a pleased, rumbling purr. At long last, the tension between them was dissolving. Voices softened and the static settled, their communication was no longer barbed but… tentative and gentle.
He hated to interrupt, but Adam needed soup and medication. The timing was as good as it would get, and with Vox and Alastor chirping softly to one another now, fragile, shy, but finally honest, Lucifer felt comfortable enough to slip away and tend to the Omega who needed him most.
“Anyway, I must go now,” Lucifer announced warmly, a fond gleam softening his purple-rimmed eyes as his cherry-red lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Can I trust you both to behave?”
“We are adults,” Alastor grunted, as if the concept pained him. “I’m sure we can behave.”
Lucifer nearly pointed out how the two of them had been snapping and squabbling like overcaffeinated schoolchildren, but he bit back the remark. No need to invite another argument. Instead, he dipped his head in a graceful little nod and turned toward the steps, his coat swishing elegantly behind him.
“Is the newcomer still in a Frost?” Vox whispered, his voice barely above a digital hum.
“Hm. It would seem so,” Alastor replied. A little too brightly. Far too amused. Lucifer could practically taste the smugness from halfway down the stairwell.
He sighed under his breath. Of course. The moment the sweetness settled between them, the sharpness crept right back in.
“But… it’s been two weeks?” Vox questioned, awkward and concerned.
“Sometimes Omegas need a bit more… tender care to thaw out of a Frost,” Alastor purred, smooth as velvet and twice as sly. “Perhaps the newcomer doesn’t feel comfortable here yet. I certainly wouldn’t be, if my therapist was that pint-sized toy.”
Lucifer halted mid-step, one hand resting lightly on the polished banister. His brows twitched downward. Toy, honestly, he drummed his fingertips along the carved wood, thinking.
“Perhaps Adam truly doesn’t feel comfortable around me.”
The possibility burrowed into him, small but heavy. He rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as pieces clicked together. Adam had never had anyone checking on him. Certainly not a family member. Certainly not a caretaker who genuinely gave a damn. His body might be clinging to the Frost because he didn’t feel safe yet, didn’t feel settled, didn’t feel… tended to.
Which meant Lucifer needed to change that.
He exhaled softly, a determined glow sparking in his slit blue-and-gold eyes. If comfort was what Adam needed, then Lucifer would simply have to provide it.
All of it.
Nodding to himself, Lucifer swept down the remaining stairs with renewed purpose, his steps brisk, his expression set, he would stay with Adam. Long enough for the wolf’s trembling body to recognize him, not as a stranger, not as an intruder, but as warmth, as steady comfort, as someone who would not leave. Long enough for Adam’s mind to loosen its death-grip on the Frost and let the thaw begin.
If Adam needed stability…if he needed reassurance…if he needed Lucifer’s presence beside him in that cold room, then so be it. Lucifer hadn’t failed one of his patients yet and Adam wasn’t going to be the first one he failed.
Entering the kitchen, Lucifer hummed under his breath, the melody light and absentminded. His bright blue eyes flashed with purpose as he made a beeline for the cupboards, coat swaying behind him in a crisp sweep. A plan, half-formed but burning hot, was already taking shape in his mind. He was going to break Adam’s Frost, One way or another, he would thaw that boy out.
Alastor had been right, annoyingly enough, and the realization made Lucifer feel almost foolish for not seeing it sooner. Adam’s body wasn’t comfortable. Wasn’t used to Lucifer. Omegas lived on comfort and pheromones. If the poor kid had never been around other Omegas, had never bonded, had never had piles to lean into, then of course his instincts were in shambles.
It made sense, painful, obvious sense and all Lucifer had to do… was let Adam’s body get used to him.
He paused by the kitchen counter, his humming fading. With a faint tilt of his head, he directed a sharp look toward the hidden golden fridge in the wall. It glowed faintly under the kitchen lights, bolted shut with a keypad lock, the pettiest of barriers and his eyes narrowed, lips pursing.
Of course, Michael had moved it in here the moment Lucifer started coming daily to cook for Adam. The scheming bastard.
Lucifer scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes so hard it almost clicked. Asshole.
Shaking off the irritation, he returned his focus to the task at hand. Adam came first. Always.
He reached up and opened the cupboards, fingers tapping thoughtfully on the wood. For the past week, he’d been making Adam chicken soup, gentle, easy, warm. Comfort food. But maybe… maybe it was time for something new. Something richer. More nourishing. More instinctively grounding.
A small smile curled his lips, Adam was a wolf, after all.
“Perhaps pork,” Lucifer murmured to himself, already picturing flavors, textures, broths. “And bone marrow… yes, something hearty.”
His eyes softened with sudden warmth. He could imagine Adam’s body responding to the smell alone, the primal comfort of it, the grounding weight. Food was care, care was stability, stability meant safety and safety was how Frosts broke.
Lucifer closed the cupboard with a decisive click.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered to no one, to the empty kitchen tile, to the thought of a trembling Omega stuck in an instinctive freeze. “I’ll get you warm again.” To break a Frost the nontraditional way was a little more…different.
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“Adam?” he called softly.
He wasn’t surprised when he got no reply, Adam hadn’t spoken a word to him since the day Lucifer gently took his suppressant bottles from trembling hands.
“Adam, I’ve brought soup again,” Lucifer said, voice warm as silk. “I’m coming in, okay?”
He pushed the door open, it glided smoothly, far easier than last week, when Adam had tried barricading it and Lucifer had simply stepped through. Lucifer lingered on the threshold, his gaze sweeping the untouched room. The bed’s quilts looked exactly as he’d left them, perfectly neat, perfectly unmoved, Adam hadn’t slept there, hadn’t sat there, hadn’t dared disturb the careful order.
The floor didn’t creak as Lucifer glided across it, he placed the tray on the desk with a soft clink. His nose wrinkled faintly, there it was, Adam’s scent, muskier, sharper from stress, but still faint enough that no one else would have noticed. He hummed thoughtfully and made his way to bed, lowering himself with calm grace. Lucifer sat on the floor and leant back against the wooden beam, letting his head rest there.
“Aren’t you even a little hungry?” Lucifer murmured gently, tapping his fingertips against the wooden floor in a slow, soothing rhythm.
“I know you haven’t eaten a single bite since you arrived.” His voice dipped softer, coaxing. “Your body’s fully in withdrawal now, the symptoms will worsen, and you’ll have a harder time keeping yourself steady if you don’t at least take something in. You haven’t drunk anything, either, you need food and water.”
His words floated into the stillness, but no reply came, not even a huff or growl. Lucifer didn’t know whether Adam was actually listening…but he knew the Wolf was still there. The soft, steady heartbeat beneath the bed gave him away. It thudded in a fragile rhythm, anxious but present…Adam was frightened and stressed.
With a quiet sigh, Lucifer shifted, lowering himself onto his side on the polished floorboards. He faced the shadowed space beneath the bed, his golden hair spilling around him like a halo. Propping his head on his arm, he smiled, soft as morning light.
Adam lay curled under the frame, tucked into himself like he could disappear if he was small enough. His paws were folded beneath his head, his tail curled tightly around him, hiding his back paws. His large green eyes were glassy with fear and exhaustion as they stared back at Lucifer.
The blonde-haired Omega’s breath softened, he reached no further, made no sudden move. He simply admired him with quiet affection, Adam had shifted into his wolf form the very same night, Lucifer had taken his suppressions from trembling human hands, and ever since, he had hidden here, beneath the bed, trying to quiet instincts he no longer had medicine for, but Lucifer only saw a frightened Wolf trying his best.
“I know it’s difficult,” Lucifer breathed, voice soft as velvet, careful not to let even a thread of sharpness slip into his tone. “You’re probably exhausted… nauseous… sweating and freezing all at once. Headaches, muscle aches…”
His fingers tapped the floor in a steady, calming rhythm. “And you might feel irritable, restless, bone-deep tired, unable to sleep. All of that is normal, and I can help you through it, if you’ll let me… even just a little.”
Adam didn’t move, not even the twitch of an ear. His glassy green eyes were unfocused, staring through Lucifer rather than at him. Anyone else would think he wasn’t looking back at all, but Lucifer was not “anyone.”
Even in the dim shadows beneath the bed, he saw everything. The faint trembles running through Adam’s large wolf body, the way his fur stood on end like static had kissed it, the dilation of his pupils, blown wide with distress. His nose flared every few seconds, dragging in scents he didn’t seem to want, his ears were flattened tight against his skull, a silent scream of fear and overstimulation, and then, finally, a soft, fragile whimper drifted out.
“There it is,” Lucifer cooed sweetly, his voice a gentle blanket. “I know, it hurts.”
Another trembling whine slipped free, and Lucifer’s heart twisted.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, shifting carefully. “It’ll pass, sweetheart, you just need to hold on a little longer. One week… maybe even less, I’ll be right here through all of it.”
With deliberate slowness, Lucifer rolled onto his stomach and shimmied under the bed, not close enough to crowd Adam, but close enough that it felt like the two of them existed in a quiet, private little world. A bubble carved out just for them, he crossed his arms and rested his head atop them, posture relaxed and open, angling himself so he could easily meet the wolf’s eyes.
“So,” Lucifer hummed delicately, his tone gentle and conversational, inviting Adam into something softer than fear, “I was a late bloomer.”
His lips curled in a small, fond smile. “My brother, Michael, presented way before I did, you wouldn’t think it, right? We’re twins, and I’m the older one.”
“He’ll tell you otherwise, but don’t listen to him.” His eyes glittered teasingly. “I am older.”
He let his voice fall into a soft rhythm, soothing and steady. “He presented first, unfortunately.” A little laugh puffed through his nose. “I presented the year after, and my first heat was… complicated.”
Adam’s ears twitched, not much, but enough. Enough to show he was listening.
“It wasn’t quite a Frost,” Lucifer continued, eyes softening even more, “But I was dangerously close to one. The only reason I didn’t slip into it was because Michael saw the symptoms early.”
Lucifer kept his gaze locked with Adam’s, a tiny crinkle forming at the edge of his eyes as they glowed faintly violet in the dimness.
“I remember the pain,” he whispered. “It felt like my stomach was being torn open from the inside out. Like something was clawing its way through my organs.”
He spoke quietly, not to frighten, but to show he understood. “And the cold… hell, the cold.”
His fingers curled slightly against the floor. “Like frost blooming in the centre of my chest. Spreading down my spine and out through my fingers and toes.”
Adam shifted, just an inch, but enough to brush the floorboards with his fur. His head tilted slightly, a soft whine slipping from him, more confused, more vulnerable this time.
Lucifer smiled gently, warmth radiating in his voice.
“That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?” he asked in a tender whisper. “That coldness, because it feels like loneliness turned physical… like no one will come to hold you through it.”
“Like there is this blackhole inside you, it’s gapping and empty, nothing you do can fill it so you’re always cold,” His gaze deepened, warm and steady. “And you’re terrified you’ll have to face it alone and no matter what you do, you can’t make yourself feel warm again.”
Lucifer smiled softly, resting his chin atop his folded hands. His voice slipped out in a gentle murmur, warm despite the bleakness of his words.
“We try so hard to find warmth in those moments… don’t we?” he whispered. “We curl into ourselves, wrap up in quilts and blankets and towers of pillows, stack them like tiny fortresses around our bodies. But none of it helps. There’s just the cold, sharp, biting, creeping into our bones. It feels like it pierces us from the inside out. Like our blood turns to ice chips in our veins. And when that happens, we can’t cry, we can’t scream… sometimes we can barely even move. It feels like everything inside us has frozen in place.”
His gaze stayed pinned to the massive wolf shivering beneath the bed. Adam’s deep whine vibrated through the wooden frame, and Lucifer’s expression softened even further.
Slowly, Lucifer slid one hand out from under his chin. His long, elegant fingers drifted toward Adam, never touching, not at first, stopping just shy of the wolf’s ear.
“I don’t know if I can give you warmth,” Lucifer whispered, voice tender, threaded with something almost self-mocking. “Warmth isn’t exactly in my nature, and there’s no cure for a Frost… we can only break it. But I’ve learned something important.”
His fingers inched closer. “What helps more than anything is knowing someone is there. That you’re not alone in the cold.”
Adam’s ears twitched, still folded flat, still scared, but they didn’t jerk away when Lucifer’s fingertips brushed the soft tuft of fur between ear and skull. A small wince fluttered through the wolf; his muscles tensed for a heartbeat before melting, and another deep, wounded whine escaped him.
Lucifer cooed softly, stroking him with feather-light tenderness.
“I’m guessing your mother didn’t offer comfort,” he sighed, his cherry-red lips pulled into a wistful twist. “Frosts aren’t sexual, you know. They’re an illness… a miserable, merciless one, like the worst flu an Omega can experience. Usually a parent, a caregiver, or a mate will tend to an Omega through it, your mother should have helped you break yours. The fact she didn’t…”
A low growl rumbled out of Adam.
Lucifer’s grin bloomed instantly, mischievous, delighted, eyes sparkling like amethyst catching the light.
“Oh, I know you don’t appreciate me talking about her like that,” he teased lightly. “But it tells me something very important.”
He brushed another soft stroke behind Adam’s ear, watching his lashes flutter. “You still have will, still allusive and that you’re still here with me.”
Adam’s enormous body sagged just a little, enough to show he was finally soaking in the contact, the gentle scratches Lucifer offered.
“The best remedy during a Frost, truly the best,” Lucifer whispered conspiratorially, leaning just a bit closer, “Is hot, steaming, piping soup.”
Adam huffed a long, disgruntled breath that puffed a warm cloud of air directly across Lucifer’s face, and Lucifer bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh.
“I know,” he murmured with a playful twinkle, “You’re a wolf, and soup isn’t exactly… appealing, but trust me, you’ll feel a tiny spark of heat once you eat it.”
He slowly withdrew his hand and Adam immediately let out a mournful whine, Lucifer’s heart clenched sweetly at the sound.
“So, Adam,” Lucifer asked softly, sweetness puddling through his tone, “Will you please stop hiding?”
A rumbling whimper rolled out in reply, and Lucifer gave a gentle nod, encouraging, patient. It wasn’t much movement on Adam’s part, but given the cramped, shadowed space under the heavy red bed, it was the wolf’s version of agreement.
“I know,” Lucifer soothed. “It feels safer under here, doesn’t it? Like a nest. A little cave where nothing can reach you.”
His voice stayed soft, careful. “I’m not going to drag you out, I promise, but I would like you to come out long enough to eat.”
He understood it well, Omegas sought tiny, enclosed spaces when unwell. Cupboards, closets and crates, anywhere small enough to press their back against something solid, but the untouched bed above them made Lucifer’s stomach twist with worry. Adam hadn’t built a nest, not even the beginnings of one, and that was… concerning.
“Once you’ve eaten,” Lucifer whispered, “You can come right back under here, and I won’t bother you again.”
The unspoken until tomorrow hovered between them, delicate but understood.
“Please?” he added, his voice dipping into a soft, playful plea. “Pretty, pretty please? I even brought special chicken soup for you. It’ll help with those awful stomach-stabbing cramps, and I have medicine for the headache.”
Silence stretched, long enough that Lucifer glanced away, fearing Adam had shut him out. Then a soft, weary whimper drifted out, warm relief glowed through Lucifer’s chest. He smiled tenderly and began shimmying backward until he was kneeling beside the bed.
Adam began the slow, awkward process of wiggling out from underneath it. Lucifer watched with wide-eyed amazement as the colossal wolf squeezed himself free, massive shoulders, broad back, long legs, and all.
It was, truly, a wonder that such a giant creature fit under there at all.
The wolf was breathtaking, far more than Lucifer expected, even after days of sensing his presence. His fur was a luxurious cascade of reds, shadowed blacks, and deep earthy browns. Soft ribbons of sandy gold traced his paws, his stomach, and the delicate points of his face, catching the faint candlelight like warm sunrise woven into fur. Lucifer tilted his head, a helpless smile curling across his lips.
He was gorgeous, unfairly so and so impossibly fluffy that Lucifer wanted, quite inappropriately, to bury both hands in that thick ruff of fur.
“You really are something extraordinary,” he murmured before speaking louder, soft but coaxing. “You’ll need to morph back, Adam.”
He rose gracefully to his feet and crossed to the desk where the bowl sat steaming gently. Behind him, Adam’s ears pinned back again, his massive head lowering in a guilty, reluctant slump, as if planning to slink right back under the bed.
Lucifer turned with the tray in hand, catching the motion and smiling with fond exasperation. “I know you feel safer like this,” he soothed. “And yes, all that lovely fur probably felt like it would help keep the cold away.”
He approached slowly, voice warm and coaxing. “But you can’t exactly eat soup like this, can you? In your humanoid form you’ll be able to stomach much more.”
Adam groaned miserably, his fur puffing up like a disgruntled, oversized hedgehog. Lucifer blinked once, unimpressed in the most affectionate way, and stopped directly in front of him, utterly unfazed by the rumbling growl.
“Well, if you won’t morph back,” Lucifer declared with a teasing lilt, “Then I suppose I’ll just have to feed you myself.”
The growl cut off instantly. Adam didn’t transform, but he did flop his head down with pathetic resignation, ears still flat, eyes wide and mournful. Lucifer sighed delicately, his expression softening and he set the tray across his lap and lowered himself onto his knees again, folding neatly in front of the wolf.
“Alright then,” he said gently. “Let me feed you or at least… attempt to.”
A wolf eating soup from a spoon, how utterly ridiculous. Almost charmingly so.
“Don’t worry, it’s not silver,” he added playfully as he scooped a careful spoonful. The spoon, dark red like aged wine, gleamed softly in the candlelight.
He brought it toward Adam’s muzzle and stopped short when the wolf only stared at him pitifully.
“Come on, Adam,” Lucifer murmured, his voice dipping into a low, sweet coax. “You need to eat, even just a few spoonfuls.”
Leaning forward, Lucifer peered into the wolf’s face and gasped softly. Adam’s eyes in this form were pure gold, golden like molten metal, golden like sunlight caught in water. At the centre, a striking emerald slit shone sharp and vivid. So very different from the warm mixture of greens and gold he carried in his humanoid form.
“Addie…” Lucifer breathed, enchanted despite himself. He held the spoon closer, his voice dropping into a sweet, teasing coax that bordered on affectionate flirtation.
“Open up for me, you’ve got to eat.”
With a weary little huff, Adam shifted his massive body, his tail curled protectively around his hindquarters as he tilted his muzzle upward. Slowly, reluctantly, his jaws parted, revealing a breathtaking row of pristine canines, they gleamed snowy white, sharp yet elegant, as perfect as carved ivory.
Lucifer’s brows lifted in delighted surprise, not a single tooth was cracked, chipped, or even tinged yellow. Of course, werewolves tended to be meticulous about their fangs, and Adam, even trembling and miserable, was no exception.
“That’s my good boy, Addie,” Lucifer purred softly, unable to hide the affection threading through his voice.
He guided the spoon toward those daunting teeth, tipping it carefully until the steaming chicken broth slid into Adam’s waiting mouth. Watching a wolf drink soup should not have been this endearing, but Lucifer found himself smiling, warm and amused.
“I’ve got to admit,” he said with a gentle laugh, dipping the spoon again, “I never imagined, even in the wildest corners of my mind, that I’d end up spoon-feeding a wolf. It’s… certainly an experience.”
And he kept going, patiently, attentively, spoonful after spoonful. Each time Adam accepted another, Lucifer’s eyes shimmered with quiet pride, soft amusement, and something like fondness but eventually Adam closed his mouth firmly, stubbornly, refusing to open it again no matter how coaxing the angle of Lucifer’s next spoonful became.
Lucifer let out a tiny sigh and set the spoon down. “Alright,” he murmured sweetly. “Thank you, Adam, for trusting me enough to eat.”
The wolf didn’t reply, didn’t even look at him. He simply shifted his weight and, slowly, clumsily, endearingly, began to squeeze himself back under the bed, limbs folding and contorting with surprising grace for someone his size. Lucifer watched the whole process with soft amusement and a flicker of awe.
“You really are something,” he whispered to himself before rising to his feet, gathering the tray with long, cold, elegant fingers.
“And as promised,” he said gently, placing the tray back on the desk, “I’ll take my leave now that you’ve eaten.”
He arranged the bowl carefully, as though the mere placement might convey comfort. “I’ll leave the rest of the soup here. Try to eat a little more when you can.”
Next to the bowl, he set down two pills and a glass of water, his voice low and coaxing. “I’ve left the Omega medication as well. Take them as soon as you’re able, they’ll ease the cramps and the muscle aches, you might be able to sleep if you take them soon.”
He stepped toward the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. His eyes, glacial blue ringed in molten gold, pupils slitted like a cat’s, flicked back toward the shadow beneath the bed, a tiny frown tugged at his lips.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you,” he promised softly.
Silence answered him, not even a whine, and though Lucifer masked it well, he felt a small, sharp sting of disappointment bloom beneath his ribs…strange…
hi everyone! here is part 04 of @lilacwriter07's vampire omega lucifer x werewolf omega adam's au! i haven't finished it but am posting what i have written as lilac have waited too long for this! so sorry about the wait again, lilac!
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Part 01, Part 02, Part 3, Part 4
In hindsight… this was absolutely not Adam’s best idea…not even in the top ten.
He stepped back and surveyed the ridiculous barricade he’d built, every piece of furniture shoved against the door in a messy fortress. The chest of drawers, the desk, even the wardrobe and the bed. It had taken far too long, far too much energy. Now his arms trembled, his legs felt like overcooked noodles, his whole body pulsed with the ache of exhaustion.
Because at the end of the day, no matter how angry or anxious he was, Adam was still an Omega, and he had burned himself out fast…but he couldn’t give up his suppressions. He couldn’t. And Lucifer was an Omega too, surely, he couldn’t break through a door with so much weight behind it.
…Right?
Adam wasn’t sure, he didn’t even know what Lucifer was. Only that the man seemed… off. Beautiful, yes, pretty, even, but wrong in a way Adam’s wolf couldn’t name. He slunk back into the farthest corner of the room, hugging his knees, feeling childish. He could practically hear Sera scolding him for making trouble so quickly, but she didn’t know, she didn’t understand. She’d never felt heats like his, never suffered frosts, never understood the terror of it.
He needed his suppressions, without them, he wouldn’t just hurt, he would break. Both hands rose shakily to his face, and he winced when his fingers grazed the scratches on his cheek.
Fuck Steve, this was Steve’s fault. If he hadn’t tried to force Adam down, if he hadn’t lunged for the back of his neck, Adam would still be in Eden, safe, unseen, ignored. Nobody would be trying to take his suppressions. If Steve never tried to forcefully mate him, none of this would have happened.
A sudden knock blasted through his thoughts.
Adam jolted like he’d been shot, slamming back against the polished redwood, ears perked high in alarm. He hadn’t heard footsteps, not even a whisper of someone approaching. It was probably past midday, past the deadline.
His hand clenched around the pill bottles until his knuckles flushed white. A snarl tore out of him, raw, wolfish.
“Adam?” Lucifer’s voice floated through the wood, smooth as honey and sharp as a razor. “I warned you. If my desk was empty at midday, I’d come collect your suppressions myself. I’ll give you to the count of five to hand them over, otherwise, I’ll come in and fetch them.”
Adam’s pointed ears snapped forward, his boots dug hard against the wooden floor, shoulders hunched defensively.
“Fuck off!” he barked, the anger almost strangled by fear.
A long, weary sigh drifted through the door. “I figured as much…”
Lucifer wrapped slender fingers around the handle. He gave a gentle push, felt the dull thud of the door hitting the barricade. He blinked once, then his cherry-red lips curled, his cheeks flushing with a strangely delighted warmth. A low, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, far too pleased.
“Oh,” he murmured. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way…”
He stepped back, and with one smooth motion, Lucifer arched his back and swung his foot. His fluffy ugg-boot smashed into the polished red wood. The door flew inward, flew, the heavy furniture sliding aside as if made of Styrofoam.
Adam stared, horrified, all colour draining from his face, his green-gold slit eyes went wide and his ears flattened instantly. His tail curled up and over his lap like a terrified fox, a pitiful, kicked-puppy whine slipped from him before he could stop it.
What the hell was Lucifer? How could he do that?
“Right then,” Lucifer said cheerfully, dusting off his sleeves.
He stepped into the room with casual grace, as though he hadn’t just annihilated an hour’s worth of Adam’s panic-fuelled labour, he hummed a little tune as he made a straight, unhurried line toward Adam.
Adam pressed himself deeper into the corner, heartbeat thundering.
Lucifer stopped in front of him, mismatched eyes glowing with a sweetness that didn’t quite hide the sharpness beneath. His lips stretched into a smile, gentle, lovely, and terrifying. He bent down and extended his hand.
“The pill bottles, please.”
Adam gaped up at him, clutching the suppressions so tightly the plastic creaked. He couldn’t speak. His throat locked. Another small, wounded whimper escaped him, he tried to push himself further into the wall, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
Lucifer sighed softly and closed his eyes, purple shimmer dusting his eyelids, then crouched in front of Adam.
“Listen,” he murmured, voice steady and almost painfully soft. “I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m trying to help you. If I let you keep taking suppressions, your body will go through some horrific side effect. You’re lucky it hasn’t already, they’re meant for short-term use, days, not years.”
Adam’s lips trembled, his vision blurred with unshed tears. His wolf nose wrinkled helplessly.
“I-I’m scared…” he whispered.
“Of what happens when you stop?” Lucifer asked gently.
“Yeah,” Adam breathed, curling tighter into himself. “I don’t want to feel like that again…”
“Frosts happen when you’re stressed and feel unwelcome,” Lucifer said softly, reaching out a cool hand.
Adam flinched, but only for a moment. His ears twitched… then steadily relaxed. He leaned, almost involuntarily, into Lucifer’s touch. A warm, fragile smile curved Lucifer’s lips as he slid his fingers through Adam’s fur-soft hair, caressing the base of his ears with gentle, slow strokes.
“Your body will only fall into a frost if you fight what it needs. I can’t promise the first heat will be easy, but I can promise the ones after will be gentler,” Lucifer spoke calmly and delicately, choose the correct words as to not frighten Adam further, “The quicker we break the first frost, the faster your body will learn to heal.”
Adam peeked at him over his knees, distrust warring with desperate hope. “What if… it only gets worse?”
Lucifer tilted his head; the golden curls bouncing around his cute face, his cherry red lips pulled into a small but warm smile, clearly pleased Adam wasn’t baring his teeth anymore.
“Then we keep trying until it gets better,” he said simply. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and no one understands an Omega’s body better than another Omega. Please… trust me.”
Adam sniffled, instinctively leaning into Lucifer’s touch, the softest whine escaping him when those elegant fingers slipped away.
“Adam,” Lucifer murmured again, warmer this time, velvet-soft and coaxing. “May I have your suppressions, please?”
Adam stared at the waiting hand. His own fingers shook around the bottles, trembling so hard the glass rattled. His wolf nose crinkled; his eyes squeezed shut, with a shuddering breath, he surrendered, placing both large bottles into Lucifer’s open palm.
“That’s my brave boy,” Lucifer praised, his smile blooming like sunlight through storm clouds.
He rose with effortless grace; the movement so smooth Adam barely registered it. Lucifer’s blue eyes, each with a delicate red slit, flicked across the room, noting the chaos: the overturned chair, the dresser pushed crookedly against the wall, the splintered doorframe from where Adam had tried to barricade himself and Lucifer had simply… stepped through.
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, fingers drifting through his golden hair as he tucked the bottles into his coat. Then, with casual strength, he began restoring the room, lifting furniture as though it weighed nothing, nudging pieces back into place with a hum of satisfaction. He made order look easy; he made everything look easy.
Adam sniffled again, curling inward, arms wrapped tight around his knees as he buried his face against them. His body shook; he didn’t have his suppressions anymore. What was going to happen to him?
“There,” Lucifer announced softly, brushing the last bit of dust from his hands. “All back to normal.”
He tilted his head, the sharpness in his gaze melting into something gentle, fond, even. He knelt beside Adam, his hand slipping into Adam’s hair with quiet care, fingertips stroking slowly between his wolf ears.
“I’ll check on you in the morning,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. “Omega suppression withdrawal can begin within hours, especially after being on them for so long.”
His thumb traced a calming arc behind Adam’s ear, a soft, comforting caress and Adam didn’t respond. He only curled tighter, stomach twisting with dread and anxious tremors.
“I’ll send up food soon,” Lucifer continued, unbothered by Adam’s silence. “You haven’t eaten today, have you?”
His tone held no accusation, only concern, warm and steady. Lucifer leaned in a little closer, voice dipping into a gentle promise.
“Adam… you won’t face this alone,” he whispered. “I’m staying with you through every step. I’ll catch you before you fall, I promise. You’ll see, this will turn out better than you think.”
Adam wanted to believe him, but he didn’t…
~#~
Pursing his cherry-red lips, Lucifer adjusted the polished crimson tray he carried. He peered down at the bowl resting atop it, his button-small nose wrinkling in distaste. The smell wafting up was, well, food. Some insisted on eating it, wolves, certainly, relished it, but to Lucifer, every human dish smelled faintly sour and tasted like a damp, forgotten sponge. Beings like him weren’t meant to eat in the first place; his body tolerated it, but it certainly didn’t appreciate it.
Still, he lifted the tray with patient care. Adam would like it. And that was enough.
“Your newbie still refusing to eat?” a voice hummed behind him.
Lucifer didn’t jump; he never did. He simply turned, meeting the gaze of the other Omega who looked almost like his reflection, save for the faint differences in their smiles.
“Yeah,” Lucifer sighed with a casual shrug. “He’s been curled up in his room for a full week now. Won’t touch anything I bring, so much of this rubbish as spoiled cause of him.”
Michael leaned against the cool amber countertop, arms folded, expression souring like milk left in the sun. “Lucky, I wish I had a Wolf. Why’d he have to pick you?”
Lucifer let out a soft, amused laugh. “Perhaps in the next life, little brother.”
“I’m older,” Michael said sourly.
“Not really,” Lucifer snickered, flashing his fangs at his twin. “How’s that new doll Omega doing?”
“She’s fine, still furious that I took her phone, but she’s improving… somewhat…” Michael rolled his arms and crossed his arms tightly, “She’s stopped insulting me every five minutes.”
“That’s progress,” Lucifer agreed, knowing how much trouble Michael had with her. “I know you were after a Were beast, maybe, if you’re lucky, we’ll have a new enrolment.”
“I might not have a Werewolf, but I’ve got a Werecat. We’re even now, right?”
Lucifer hummed, lips pursing again in thoughtful amusement. “Husk’s been with us almost ten years. I wouldn’t exactly use him as a bargaining chip for ‘even.’”
“You don’t have to say it like that,” Michael muttered, sulking in a very dramatic fashion. “He’s actually doing well. He likes his new role, counsellor to the newer ones. Maybe Adam would feel comfortable talking to him? Since they’re both weres.”
Lucifer paused, tilting his head, that… wasn’t a bad idea. Husk was older, steadier, familiar with things Lucifer couldn’t personally understand. It still stung a bit that Husk had chosen Michael, not him, all those years ago. Lucifer had believed he could’ve helped with the drinking, the gambling, the suffocating grief, but even he had to admit: Michael had guided Husk to a better life and when Husk’s treatment ended, he’d chosen to stay.
Now, Husk hosted gentle therapy sessions in the main hall, guiding the newly arrived Omegas who were still raw and trembling. He’d grown close to an Arachne, half human, half spider, an Omega who’d come to them two years ago in pieces. Forced into pornography, forced into prostitution, trained to expect cruelty at every turn and when his pimp no longer had any need for him, the poor Omega was on the verge of ending himself. His older sister, a sweet Beta named Molly had finally got involved and sent him here.
Anthony, his real name, had arrived using his stage name, “Angel Dust.” But Husk had helped him find his true self again. These days, he introduced himself proudly as Anthony.
Husk had also friends with another Omega: tiny, tireless Nifty, whose list of peculiarities was so long Lucifer had long ago given up trying to keep track. Still, she and Anthony were his; they lived in his department, a little found family of chaos and healing. Husk, meanwhile, lived in Michael’s wing.
The three of them loved gathering around the radio, where Bambi spoke to them through static and song. Stubborn Bambi, one of Lucifer’s most frustrating Omegas, and ironically the oldest in his department.
Funnily enough, Lucifer had a radio-bound Omega, while Michael had a tech-bound one. Alastor and Vox had a peculiar orbit around one another, half rivalry, half connection, something deeper when they thought no one was watching. Lucifer had encouraged Alastor to open up to Vox, since the two were clearly developing a connection, but the progress was slow… snail-paced, really…with a lot of heated fights and tantrums between them…
“You haven’t drunk yet, have you?” Michael asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at his twin.
Lucifer tilted his head, golden hair brushing his cheek as candlelight flickered across his pretty, jewel-bright eyes.
“I haven’t been thirsty recently,” he replied lightly.
“Uh-huh.” Michael clicked his tongue, his own fangs flashing as he gave Lucifer a pointed look.
“Don’t worry, I will,” Lucifer huffed, rolling his eyes as if bracing for another lecture. “After I’ve checked on Adam.”
“Lucifer,” Michael growled, a deep rumble forming in his chest, “I’ve seen the bags. You’ve barely touched yours.”
His expression tightened with irritation, but beneath it was fear. “You have to drink. Even if you don’t want to, you know what happens to our kind when we don’t.”
Lucifer puffed his cheeks out in a childish pout. “Yes, Mum, I knooow.”
“Lucifer,” Michael started, pushing himself away from the counter.
“Calm down,” Lucifer interrupted, not turning around. “I said I’ll drink today. Don’t worry so much.” He shifted toward the kitchen door. “I can’t help it if I’m just not thirsty.”
“You’re never thirsty,” Michael muttered darkly, shaking his head.
Lucifer pretended not to hear him, as usual. Instead, he looked down at the meal he carried, the scent making his nose wrinkle, but his determination only softening further. Adam needed him. That mattered more, he lifted the tray, shoulders squaring delicately.
“Time to try again,” he murmured, a gentle smile tugging at his cherry-red lips. “My little Wolf can’t hide forever.”
He paused, turning just slightly, giving Michael a pout that bordered on theatrical, and endearing. “Right?”
“Eventually he’ll warm up to you,” Michael said bluntly, though he did give Lucifer a nerdy thumbs-up for encouragement.
Lucifer snorted with amusement and swept out of the kitchen, tray balanced gracefully in his hands.
Behind him, Michael let out a long, weary sigh and raked a hand through his hair. His twin might pretend everything was fine, and Lucifer was good at pretending, but Michael knew better. He turned his gaze toward their small, code-locked fridge, its hum filling the room like a guilty whisper.
“I know for a fact you haven’t drunk anything for almost a month now, Lucifer,” he murmured into the empty air, worry clouding his eyes.
His footsteps were featherlight as he moved through the lower floor of the Morningstar Enterprise, drifting more than walking, like a soft shimmer of gold through dim halls. Lucifer’s pretty blue eyes, each slit with a delicate ring of red, swept steadily across the space, though he didn’t need sight to know where everyone was. He could hear them, he could smell them, every Omega under his and Michael’s care was a warm, familiar note in the air.
He could hear Husk’s deep rumble, Nifty’s chirps, Anthony’s soft laughter in the “day” room, all gathered around that hideous yellow circle table Michael insisted was a brilliant purchase. Alastor’s bothersome radio voice crackled along with them, the sound sharp and cheerful in ways Lucifer found almost aggressively irritating.
Alastor never came downstairs in person; he preferred speaking through his radios scattered around the building. He even attended therapy through a radio placed neatly in a chair. More than once, Lucifer had been tempted, so very tempted, to chuck the damned thing off the staircase. There were no windows, but plenty of stairs he could dramatically throw it down, but it was always pointless; Alastor would simply replace it with another.
At least he was in the day room now. That meant he wouldn’t pester Lucifer on the stairs.
“Good afternoon,” Vox chimed as Lucifer approached, the monitor on his left flickering to life with a welcoming glow.
“It’s afternoon already?” Lucifer hummed, tilting his head, golden hair brushing his cheek. He regarded Vox with a lazy, curious blink.
Vox, ever cheerful, flickered brighter. Born to a family of security experts, he had been meant to inherit a corporation, until his presentation redirected his entire future. Michael had welcomed him gladly, even granting him permission to build a fully integrated security system within the Enterprise. Lucifer had been dubious at first, but the system had proven to be a godsend. When emergencies happened, and they always did, Vox could access the entire internet in seconds.
Lucifer hated to admit it… but Vox was helpful. Painfully helpful, and what irritated him most wasn’t Vox’s competence. It was that Vox belonged to Michael’s department and meanwhile, Lucifer was stuck with a radio-obsessed menace upstairs.
“Well, considering you have no windows,” Vox said brightly, “I’m surprised you can’t tell what time it is!”
Lucifer’s lips curled into a soft, amused smirk. “If we had windows, my brother or I might be hurt or worse.”
Vox fell silent at that, and Lucifer chuckled to himself.
He shifted the tray in his hands, mindful of the bowl resting atop it. “Has Adam left his room since I last checked?”
“No, sir,” Vox replied immediately. “I’m not sure what he’s doing in there, but he hasn’t left, not even for the bathroom. Hopefully he doesn’t smell too bad by now.”
Lucifer’s sensitive nose wrinkled. “Lovely. He’ll need a bath too.”
“Best of luck,” Vox chimed again.
Lucifer’s lips tugged into a crooked smile, a flash of fondness warming his expression. He nodded and ascended the steps, narrowly sidestepping an Omega with great, sweeping bird wings for arms. Her sharp grey eyes cut toward him before she hopped into the air and landed hard, talons scraping new grooves into the wooden floor.
“Lute! You’ve marked up the floor again!” Vox shouted from below.
Lucifer didn’t bother reacting. Lute was new, arrived just before Adam, and had chosen Michael’s side, which was such a shame. Her file had fascinated Lucifer, but then Adam’s file arrived, and Lucifer had hoped… prayed… that Adam would pick him over Michael this time.
That hope had been granted, but it still stung that the last Omega to choose his care before Adam had been Anthony, two years ago. Lately, every newcomer preferred Michael’s “angelic” side of the Enterprise. Lucifer should have fought harder against Michael’s demon-vs-angel layout. In hindsight, letting Michael make all the design choices had been a terrible idea. Michael’s aesthetic was ancient and dramatic and, honestly, ridiculous.
Finally, Lucifer reached the far back of the hall, where Adam’s door waited, wine-red and silent. He adjusted the tray, balancing it perfectly on one hand, and knocked gently with his knuckles.
Lucifer took a deep breath and willed a strained smile.
Maybe this won't be so bad? Maybe Adam will come to like him?
Adam surely will see Lucifer isn't trying to hurt him, right?
hello everyone, i'm back with part 3 of my vampire omega lucifer x werewolf omega adam au for @lilacwriter07!
i hope you enjoy it, lilac! i was so worried it was too different!
Part 01, Part 02, Part 3, Part 4
After such a gruelling night and stressful morning, sleep should have come easily. Sera had driven late into the night and hadn’t stopped until they arrived. Adam had drifted in and out of consciousness, never fully asleep, never fully awake. His thoughts raced relentlessly, spinning around like wild currents in his head, and stress coiled in his chest like a living thing.
He wanted nothing more than to surrender to sleep… but he couldn’t. Not yet, he had to meet Lucifer in that office.
At the thought of the blonde-haired Omega, Adam’s stomach twisted again, and he rolled onto his back, frowning. Why was he stuck on him? He had met countless Omegas back in Eden, but none had left a mark like this, not even after weeks of time. He had barely met Lucifer, and yet… something about him gnawed at Adam’s insides, twisting and curling in ways he couldn’t understand.
A shiver ran through him, and he sniffled quietly, rubbing the side of his face that hadn’t been scratched. His wolf ears twitched nervously, tail curling tightly around his leg.
With effort, he pushed himself into a sitting position, even though every muscle in his body protested. His gaze fell on the suitcase, stupid, heavy, Alpha-built, and utterly obnoxious. He grumbled under his breath. He didn’t even want to unpack it, he had no idea what Sera had stuffed inside, and honestly… he didn’t want to know.
In hindsight, it had been a mistake to try kicking the thing. Even with his heavy military boots, it had hurt like a motherfucker. Adam grunted, wiggling his foot and running a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
What a shitty place.
Breathing in deeply, Adam stepped over his toppled suitcase and reached for the apple-shaped doorknob. His fingers hovered, frozen mid-air as his heart lurched hard against his ribs. Right. He had to go see Lucifer Morningstar…
“Please don’t let anything weird happen,” he whispered to only the flickering candlelight. His knees buckled, stomach twisting as unwanted images of that strange, and stupidly alluring, Omega drifted across his mind.
Okay. Okay. He could do this, he was a wolf, a werewolf, he could handle anything. Lucifer was just another Omega, a strangely cold, ridiculously pretty Omega with delicate hands and a smile sharp enough to cut him open and, no, no, he was not doing this. He knew what Omegas can and can’t do, he knows who Omegas can be attracted to and who they shouldn’t be attracted too, he knew who he can think is pretty and who he shouldn’t think is pretty.
Adam shook his head furiously, gripped the knob, and shoved the door open.
“Fucking ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, stepping into the dim hallway. A chill slithered down his spine.
The corridor seemed even spookier than before, long and empty, lantern glow stretching shadows across the walls like grasping hands. Adam tried to force his tail straight, but it instantly curled back around his thigh like it wanted to hide behind him.
He made his way toward the archway leading out of Lucifer’s department, back toward the office he’d noticed earlier. He kept glancing over his shoulder, half expecting someone to appear behind him, anyone, but there was nothing. No footsteps, no whispers, not a single sign of life, unless Vox and Alastor counted…which, to Adam, they absolutely did not. Voices behind screens and radios didn’t count as people, not comforting ones, anyway.
Finally, he reached the door he knew belonged to the office. Closed now, the carving of the serpent curling around the plump apple gleamed in the lantern light, and there, etched delicately into the wood, were the words Lucifer Morningstar’s Office.
Yep. Adam found it, and every bone in his body begged him to turn around, pretend he hadn’t. Just walk away. Go back to bed, hide under blankets…do something, anything else. His knees buckled, whiskers twitching nervously. Still, he raised a trembling hand and lightly tapped his knuckles against the ruby-red wine door.
Silence and more silence, maybe… maybe he was early? Maybe he could leave? Maybe he could just come back later or, even better, never?
He knocked again, hopeful, but still no voice, no footsteps, not even a rustle. He took a tiny step back, when the door slid open on its own, no creak, no groan. Not even a whisper of friction. It opened like it was gliding over air.
Adam froze, wide-eyed, heart thundering, the office lay before him exactly as he remembered, save for the black candle, which now burned with a white flame, flickering like bone-pale fire. And those windows… no, not windows, definitely glass. It was black, depthless glass, and behind the desk, waiting like he’d been there all along, sat Lucifer Morningstar.
The young, pale-skinned Omega lifted his gaze with a smile that curled like velvet ribbon around Adam’s ribs. His head tilted slightly as he gestured to the plush chair opposite him.
“Adam,” he preened sweetly, “Right on time. Please, sit, we have much to discuss.”
Adam didn’t move, couldn’t move and Lucifer’s smile widened, and that faint reddish shimmer glinted in his eyes like embers waking.
“Would you prefer,” he purred, “I come to get you?”
“A-ah, no-no, I-I’m coming,” Adam gulped, stepping inside in a frantic hurry. Goosebumps prickled across his arms, his tail twitching uselessly. “I mean, I don’t need you to get me off – that’s not what I mean! I mean I can do it myself, that’s even worse! I’m just gonna…stop talking!”
The moment he crossed the threshold, the door slid shut behind him with the same eerie silence, he jumped, spinning around, scanning the walls, the ceiling, the floor, anything, for strings or wires or levers, but there was nothing…just him and Lucifer…and the quiet burn of that pale flame.
Lucifer chuckled, low, warm, and far too pleased, his smile stretching wide enough for his delicate fangs to glint in the candle’s pale flame. He leaned forward, posture graceful and unhurried, his long, elegant fingers plucking up a black-ink pen before opening a sleek leather-bound book.
“So, Adam,” he purred, the words curling like smoke, “I’ve reviewed the information you submitted before your arrival. There are a few details I’d like to discuss with you.”
Adam stared, bewildered. Information he submitted? His expression soured before he even knew it was happening. Sera must have sent something in, of course she did.
“What information?” he scoffed, bitterness slipping out sharp as a fang. “Something like how I’m rash, brash, aggressive, violent?”
He could hear the sneer in his own voice now, couldn’t stop it. “That I pick fights? That I’m unpleasant? An asshole? That I’m stressing out the other Omegas because I keep snapping and hissing? That I won’t bend over and submit to some stupid, fucking Alpha and-”
He cut himself off, realizing Lucifer was simply… watching him. The realization made heat bloom across Adam’s cheeks.
Lucifer blinked once, slow and feline. “Are you done?” he asked softly, eyes half-lidded and almost lazily amused.
“Um, well… yeah,” Adam muttered, shrinking into the chair. His hands fidgeted in his lap, twisting and untwisting. His ears folded down again, traitorous and warm.
“Good.” Lucifer clicked his tongue gently and glanced back at the open black book, his smile returning in a more subtle, knowing curve.
“Because while I have all the patience in the world for an Omega like you…” His gaze flicked up, lingering on Adam with disarming fondness. “…I am far less tolerant of people who jump to conclusions.”
“Yes, we requested information, and yes, we’re perfectly aware that what was sent to us came from someone else,” He tapped the page with the tip of his pen. “We asked for your personal submission, but in most cases, caregivers take it upon themselves to send the information instead.”
“We’re well aware the information might be… less than stellar,” Lucifer murmured after a long, tight stretch of silence.
Adam winced. His gaze dropped to his lap, shoulders sagging in defeat.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“Adam,” Lucifer sighed, his voice warm and coaxing, “trust me when I say I do want to help you. Whoever submitted your file indicated you were sent here because you display violent attributes.” He propped one elegant elbow on the desk and rested his cheek against the heel of his hand, looking almost pretty enough to be painted.
“My mother,” Adam grumbled, sulking.
Lucifer blinked, lashes long and soft as feathers. “Hm?”
“It was my mother who sent the information,” Adam mumbled, ears folding down. “She’s an Alpha, so she expects me to…”
His words faded into a small, bruised whine from the back of his throat, like a kicked pup trying hard not to show it.
“Ah.” Lucifer’s lips parted in a sympathetic sigh. “Yes, the report makes far more sense now.”
He closed the book slightly, fingers drumming the leather binding. “This is exactly why we request information directly from the one staying here. It’s not uncommon for others to send it in, but it tends to create… complications, because now”, he lifted his gaze again, eyes glowing faintly, “I can’t properly determine where in our system you belong, nor what form of… therapy you require.”
Something about the way he said therapy made Adam’s skin prickle. He shifted awkwardly in the plush chair, tucking his ankles beneath him and hooking them around the legs as if bracing himself.
“So… what do you want to know?” he asked, quiet and wary.
Lucifer’s smile blossomed again, pleased, soft, far too delighted for Adam’s comfort.
“Wonderful, then let’s start with the first question.” He lifted his pen. “When was your last heat? How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months?”
Adam chewed the inside of his cheek, shoulders twitching. “My… heat?”
“Hm.” Lucifer nodded gently, his gaze sharpening just enough to make Adam sit straighter. “That’s right. I need more details regarding your heat cycle, this information is important for me to know.”
He leaned forward ever so slightly, voice lowering to something intimate, almost conspiratorial.
“I understand it’s difficult to talk about. For many Omegas, heat is… deeply personal, it is intimate, but I am an Omega too, Adam.” His eyes softened, though the power behind them didn’t diminish, if anything, it grew. “And this entire facility is staffed by Omegas. We have no Alphas or Betas allowed on our premises, you are safe here, safe to speak, safe to be understood.”
“Safe to have a heat,” Lucifer’s smile curled, slow and coaxing. “So… will you let me help you?”
“I’m not troubled,” Adam muttered, the words thin and brittle. His shoulders slumped even lower, his head bowing until his soft wolf ears folded flat against his messy hair. Those wide emerald eyes stayed glued to his lap as his fingers twisted and knotted anxiously.
“I’m not troubled. I don’t care what my mum said, I’m not troubled, I just…”
Lucifer hummed, low, velvety, amused. “Haven’t had a heat in a while?”
“It hasn’t been that long,” Adam let out a strangled whine at the suggestion, cheeks flushing. “Just… a year… or two.”
“Mm?” Lucifer’s lashes lowered with slow surprise as he leaned back in his plush velvet chair, the fabric sighing under him. “Two years since your last heat?”
Adam nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip.
Lucifer’s pen glided elegantly over the open black-leather book beside him, the scratch of ink impossibly graceful. Adam tried to tilt forward to see what Lucifer was writing, but the polished redwood desk blocked his view. He attempted not to look at the strange waxed black skull positioned across from him, its carved fanged grin illuminated by the flickering black candle beside it, horned halo curling around its crown like some dark, holy parody, it was… distracting.
“You’ve been taking suppressions?” Lucifer asked lightly, not bothering to hide that he already knew the truth, “For how long?”
Adam’s face heated further. “…Two years?”
“Two years? That’s far too long,” Lucifer’s pen halted mid-stroke. He blinked, startled, “Suppressions aren’t meant to be taken endlessly, dangerous, unhealthy, and now you’re wondering why your heats vanished.”
Adam’s throat tightened. “My heats weren’t good,” he muttered. “They were painful… cold… awful. I’d rather not deal with it leaking freezing cold or-”
He cut himself off with a groan, burying his face in his hands. He hated this part of himself. Hated being an Omega. If he’d been born an Alpha, everything would have been easier. Sera would have been proud. The pack wouldn’t have whispered, no one would have looked at him like a mistake.
“You had frosts,” Lucifer said gently, but firmly. His gaze didn’t waver.
“Frosts?” Adam echoed.
“They’re the opposite of a healthy heat,” Lucifer explained, voice shifting into something clinical yet still warm. “Cold, sharp pain from inside, your body releases the same fluids it would normally, but chilled, thick, uncomfortable, rather itchy and has a strong, unpleasant smell.”
His pen tapped thoughtfully against the page as his brows knit together, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth in the faintest worry. “Have you nested? It doesn’t have to be for a heat. If you’re sick, scared, overwhelmed, or just need comfort… a nest can settle your body beautifully.”
Adam stared at him, stunned. Nest? He hadn’t made one since he was a child. He’d tried once, right after presenting, Sera had helped… or at least she’d tried, but she’d looked strained, too stiff, too uneasy with anything Omega. Adam had pulled back after that, never daring to do anything too “Omega-like” in front of her. It was one of the reasons he got suppressions, he didn’t want her to know he even had heats…he wanted to be normal in front of her, wanted to be normal for the pack…
“I’ve never built a nest before,” Adam finally blurted, sinking deeper into the chair as if gravity itself had grown heavier. He took a long breath, his shoulders deflating. “My mum was an Alpha, and in our kind… Omegas don’t normally come from Alphas. It’s practically unheard of, rare enough to cause a stir. So, you can imagine what it was like, an Alpha mother trying to raise an Omega in a pack that thought it was a… big deal.”
Lucifer made a low, rolling sound in his throat, rich and unreadable. Not displeased, not exactly amused. Something in between… something that curled around Adam like warm smoke.
“So,” Lucifer drawled softly, “You never tried building a nest again because you thought it would upset her?”
“Er… I guess?” Adam mumbled, blinking. Lucifer didn’t even look surprised. Not a flicker, it was unnerving and weirdly comforting at once.
“The first one I built, I was just a kid,” Adam continued, voice quieter. “Right after I presented, my mum tried to help, she did, really, but she was just…”
His head tilted, searching for the word. “Lost, out of her depth. So, I stopped trying, and when she asked about it later, I told her I didn’t need one. She looked so relieved that I… didn’t bring it up again.”
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, his gaze drifting upward. His pen spun elegantly between long fingers before he tapped it lightly against his chin. The gesture was almost playful, almost teasing.
“From today onward,” he said, voice smooth as dark velvet, “You will no longer be taking your suppressions. I expect them on my desk by lunch, I trust you’ll hand them over… though don’t misunderstand, if you don’t, I will retrieve them myself.”
Adam bristled, baring the faintest flash of canine teeth. “But I need them.”
“No, sweetheart,” Lucifer replied, tone soft but unyielding, the faintest purr of amusement threading through his words as he wrote something in his book. “You don’t, and you will stop taking them today.”
“Since you’ve been on them for two years, your body will go through withdrawal.” He lifted his eyes, gold flashing with intent. “We’ll prepare for that, together.”
“Prepare for that…how?” Adam narrowed his eyes, every hair on his arms lifting. A low vibration of unease crawled along his spine. “They’re my suppressions, you don’t get to demand I stop taking them. It’s my body and my fucking choice.”
A familiar coil of frustration rose in his stomach, sharp, bubbling, the same dreadful pressure he always felt when the Alphas back home tried to shove him down and force him to submit. Lucifer’s mismatched blue-and-red eyes sharpened, catching the shift in Adam’s energy instantly, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink, he looked… prepared and expectant.
“It’s not a suggestion,” Lucifer said, voice slicing through the air with icy precision. “It’s an order, while you’re under my roof, you will not take medication like that, unless it’s been cleared by me or my brother.”
Adam’s hands curled into fists against his knees, nails biting through denim.
“You can’t make me give them up,” he hissed, nose wrinkling, wolf ears pitched forward in warning. The beast inside him stirred, pressing toward the surface, baring its teeth.
“I can,” Lucifer replied, soft as falling ash. His eyelids remained half-lowered, utterly unimpressed by the grumbling wolf before him. “And I will. If the bottles are not on my desk by midday, I’ll retrieve them myself.”
“Then you don’t know anything about werewolves,” Adam snarled, launching to his feet. His back arched defensively, fur along his spine standing up, shadowed streaks of brown, black, and red trembling with agitation.
“If you enter my space without permission, I’ll bite you.”
A low, velvet hum left Lucifer, a chuckle, warm and smug. He didn’t rise to meet Adam’s challenge, instead, he leaned back luxuriously in his plush crimson chair and crossed his long, elegant legs. As if Adam’s fury were nothing more than entertainment.
“I do hope,” he purred, “You won’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Adam faltered, he blinked once, then again. “What?”
Lucifer’s cherry-red smile stretched slow and wicked, fangs glinting like polished gems in the candle’s glow.
“I like being bitten,” he said sweetly. “One might even say it’s in my bloodline. So don’t tease me with a good time unless you’re prepared to follow through~”
Adam’s breath hitched, his heart thudded painfully. His lips curled back into a snarl on instinct, baring his sharp wolf teeth. What the fuck was the deal with this Omega? Was he fucking stupid? To be challenging an already on edge Wolf? Didn’t he realise how dangerous Wolves were? Especially if they were backed into a corner?!
“I don’t like you.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” Lucifer chirped, eyes sparkling like mischief incarnate. “You don’t have to like me while you’re here.”
“You’re an asshole, try taking my suppressions and I’ll do more than just bite you. Don’t test a wolf,” Adam barked, kicking the leg of the stupid, elegant chair as he stormed past.
He didn’t stay long enough to hear Lucifer’s reply, if he even bothered to give one. Instead, he slammed the door behind him so hard the walls shuddered. Only once he’d rounded the corner, once he was sure Lucifer couldn’t see, did the anger crumble into something smaller, tighter, wounded. His tail curled protectively around his thigh as he hurried down the hall.
What would he do without his suppressions? He needed them…he needed them.
Why didn’t Lucifer understand? Why wouldn’t he listen?
He was supposed to be an Omega too, wasn’t he? How could someone who shared that label not grasp how desperately important the suppressions were to Adam? They weren’t optional. They weren’t a convenience. They were the only thing that made life tolerable.
Adam’s heats weren’t soft or warm or manageable like the ones he’d heard other Omegas whisper about, they were cruel, they were icy, they were punishment. Each heat had felt like something stabbing upward from deep in his lower belly, a cold blade twisting inside him. He’d always thought he might actually die from it, his body turning on itself. Every hour brought new symptoms, fever snapping hot across his skin, tremors wracking his body, headaches pounding like war drums, muscles aching as though he’d run for miles on broken bones, exhaustion so heavy it dragged down his soul.
Sometimes a cough, a burning throat, a stomach that twisted itself into knots and other times, nausea and stomach cramps so harsh his vision blurred…and the slick, thick, cold, wrong, itching and burning at once, leaving rashes between his thighs so sensitive he could barely walk. His eyes watered relentlessly, leaving everything a warped blur. The delirium, the hallucinations, shadows that spoke, lights that shifted, the sense of falling when he was lying perfectly still.
He hated it, he feared it, he remembered it.
He hadn’t had a heat, hadn’t had a frost, in over two years, but if Lucifer forced him off his suppressions…What would happen? How bad would it be this time?
Adam’s teeth sank sharply into his bottom lip as he rushed down the corridor, nearly stumbling in his haste. He shoved himself into his assigned room and slammed the door shut behind him, the sound cracking down the hallway like thunder. His back hit the wood, and he slid down until he sat collapsed against it, heart slamming against his ribs, knees trembling.
His head thumped back against the polished redwood.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice breaking. Tears brimmed, hot and furious, clinging stubbornly to the corners of his eyes. His face contorted into something tight and twisted, anger and fear and exhaustion knotting together.
“Fuck. Shit.”
His hands shook as he dragged them down his face. What was he supposed to do? Would Lucifer really come in here and take his suppressions? Just stroll into his space like it meant nothing and rip away the only thing that kept him from suffering?
Adam couldn’t give them up, he couldn’t, he needed them. He needed them more than Lucifer could ever possibly understand, and yet… Lucifer had looked so certain. Like a storm with a plan.
hello! hi! it's been a long time, haha. sorry, i've been busy! thank you for all your messages!
here is part 02 of your vampire x werewolf adamsapple request! i'm not sure what to call this au yet, haha. so any ideas would be very welcome!
also! hope you don't mind that the side couples are: RadioStatic, Evelith, Chaggie, Huskdust and Emilute.
Part 01, Part 02, Part 3, Part 4
“Aw, emotional goodbyes always get me,” Vox sniffled dramatically. “Are you crying? So emotional!”
“No!” Adam barked, wiping his face harshly with his sleeve. He spun toward the obnoxious screen, the gunmetal doors behind it gleaming in the sunlight, far too polished now that he really looked at them.
“You’re a fucking freak,” he muttered.
Vox only laughed, a static-filled crackle of amusement. “It’s been so long since we’ve had such a feisty Omega! Oh, the Morningstars are going to love you!”
“Morningstars?” Adam blinked. “I thought it was just a name. There’s actually someone called Morningstar here? And there’s more than one of those freaks?”
“You sure like that word, freaks,” Vox snorted, the sound popping with static. “If I were you, I’d avoid using that word in here!”
Adam’s eyebrows rose, Vox still hadn’t answered his question about the Morningstars, and before he could press again, the massive doors in front of him emitted a chorus of sharp, echoing beeps. He instinctively took a step back and a burst of hot steam hissed out from the seams as the doors jolted, shuddered, and then slowly began to part.
“It’s a safety precaution,” Vox said unhelpfully. “It looks more frightening than it is! Trust me on that!”
Adam blinked at him, then leaned forward, hands tightening around the handle of his suitcase as he peered into the expanding gap.
Darkness, a long hall swallowed in shadows, lit only by sparse, flickering candles mounted along the walls. A sweet, unfamiliar scent drifted outward, thick, warm, enticing, and brushed against his face like a curious hand. Adam grunted, nose wrinkling, ears twitching as he instinctively folded them back into his dark hair.
“Er…” He swallowed, glancing once over his shoulder at the bright, inviting garden that stretched endlessly behind him. Sunlight, colour and safety, then he looked back at the eerie, candle-lit interior waiting for him.
His stomach tightened.
“Your safety is my highest priority! Trust me!” Vox called cheerfully. Another screen lit up deeper inside the corridor, projecting his blue-and-black mascot again. It waved enthusiastically, beckoning Adam inward with little clawed hands. “It’s not dangerous at all! Trust us with your safety!”
There it was again, trust us. Clearly a VoxTech catchphrase, annoyingly overused. Adam wondered if Vox ever got tired of saying it.
He doubted it, drawing in a sharp breath, Adam wrapped his fingers around his suitcase handle until his knuckles turned pale. Then he began dragging it forward toward the threshold. The case snagged immediately on the gravel and the lip of the doorway, forcing him to yank harder.
“You seem to be having trouble there!” Vox announced, as though Adam were unaware. “So sorry I can’t be of assistance!”
Adam growled low, deep in his throat.
His jaw clenched hard enough to ache as he heaved the suitcase again. The wheels caught, jumped, then finally lurched over the slight step of the doorframe, Adam stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet, but he managed to keep upright, and with one final grunt of effort, he crossed the threshold, into the dim, candle-lit facility that would be his home for the next sixteen months.
“Fuck me, that was hard,” Adam muttered, dragging his sleeve across his brow to wipe away the sweat.
“You’d think the so-called ‘host of the hotel’ would greet guests at the door,” Vox mimicked in a deliberately snooty voice, mocking someone who clearly wasn’t present. “But what do I know about running a successful business?”
Adam opened his mouth to snap back, but the heavy doors behind him began to seal shut. Sunlight narrowed to a sliver… then disappeared entirely with a final metallic clang. The darkness inside pressed in immediately, thick and warm.
“He-llo!” a new voice chimed, bright, crisp, and theatrical, cutting through the air before Vox could speak again.
Adam jolted hard enough to make his tail quiver under his hoodie. He spun around, tense. No scent of approaching pheromones. No footsteps, no silhouette, there was just nothing.
“Who’s talking?” he demanded, glaring at Vox.
The little cartoon on the screen looked utterly sour, arms crossed, mouth twisted into an offended sneer.
“Nobody!” he snapped in a pitchy squeal, glitching violently for a moment. “Just a stupid has-been! After a seven-day absence, did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? I sure as hell didn’t!”
Adam blinked, confused as hell.
“Excuse my sudden interruption,” the unknown voice spoke again, smooth, polished, and carrying a subtle microphone distortion, like an antique broadcast. “Down here~”
Adam’s gaze dropped.
An old-fashioned radio sat on the counter, beautifully carved oak with deep red accents, the kind of thing from grandfather’s attics or cursed basements. It clicked softly, then the golden dial glowed faintly, as though waking up.
Adam stared. “Uh…”
“I saw your little… fiasco,” the voice purred through the radio, “And I simply couldn’t resist. What a performance! Why, I haven’t been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahaha! …So many orphans.”
Adam’s jaw dropped, his eyelid twitched violently. That had to be an insult, right?
“Er… who are you?” he asked, eyes bouncing between the smug little Vox-screen and the unnervingly lively radio.
“He’s a loser! A fossil!” Vox screeched immediately, pixels warping as his voice jumped an octave. “And I don’t mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward! You can take that as gospel!”
Adam scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “You, uh… sound pretty upset with him?”
“Me?!” Vox shrieked so loudly the screen glitched pink. “I’m visual! He’s barely audible! Stop givin’ him the time of day! Don’t listen to a word he’d say! I’ll help you around the Enterprise, put your trust in me, not that fucking-”
A smooth, amused snort cut him off, and Adam turned sharply back toward the radio, curiosity tugging despite himself.
“My dear boy,” the voice cooed, warm and velvety with an undercurrent of something predatory, “My name is Alastor. As you heard the screen squawking, I’m the Radio Demon~”
“R-Radio demon?” Adam echoed slowly. “You don’t… mean a real demon, do you?”
“Hah! As if!” Vox barked, glitching again. “Why are you even here?! Fuck off already! My job is to welcome the new Hazbins to the Enterprise, don’t meddle!”
“Why does anyone do anything?” Alastor replied smoothly. “Sheer, delicious boredom.”
The radio bounced lightly on the counter as if it had a pulse. “And so far, you have been quite entertaining to watch. Reality! Raw passion! The world is a stage, after all, and a stage is a world of entertainment.”
Vox let out a banshee-like screech that made Adam’s eyes water. Pain lanced through his sensitive wolf ears, and he instinctively slapped his hands over them, tail bristling.
“Don’t listen to him!” Vox yowled. “His medium’s gettin’ bloody rare! We’ve been better since he split! Where’s he been?! Who gives a shit?!”
Adam groaned, ears throbbing beneath his palms. “No, be honest, you sound like you do give a shit he disappeared for… what? Seven days?”
“FUCK no I don’t!” Vox bellowed, hitting a frequency so sharp Adam winced, whining as his ears folded painfully.
“Oh my god, stop,” Adam choked, doubling over slightly, palms pressed to his ears as the radio and Vox bickered like demons fighting over a microphone.
"You're going to deafen the poor Omega, tech-bottom-bitch," Alastor said sharply, his voice crackling as the radio’s volume rose. "Now, what was your name again? Adam Greentail? Yes, I heard that, do not fear, I'm not quite a demon, per se, though my mother liked to say I am one!"
Adam wasn’t sure if that was a joke, but his lips twitched anyway, mostly because Alastor had called Vox a tech-bottom-bitch, and Vox definitely did not appreciate it. Still, curiosity pulled Adam closer to the radio.
"What a dated voice," Vox growled sourly.
"Instead of a clout-chasing, mediocre video podcast?" Alastor chimed, smooth and amused.
From how expressive Vox suddenly was, borderline reacting like a person, Adam couldn’t help wondering if Vox really was just a collection of code and wires… or something else entirely.
"Is Vox insecure? Pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, nothing working?" Alastor continued, positively delighted with himself.
Adam stepped nearer to the radio, and Vox practically panicked.
"Ignore his chirping! You're lookin’ at the future! He's the shit that comes before that!"
"Okay, you really do sound like you care about this…" Adam muttered. He glanced between the old radio and the flickering screen. "This is so weird, a screen and a radio fighting. Now I’ve seen everything."
"Trust me, dear boy, you’ve seen nothing yet!" Alastor snorted. "The Morningstar Enterprise is filled with many… unsocial things!"
"Really?" Adam asked, curiosity creeping back in despite himself. "Is it really filled with ‘troubled’ Omegas?"
He paused, nose twitching, he hated that word. Troubled. They weren’t troubled, they were angry, hurt, that was different.
"Suppose it depends on what you consider ‘troubled,’" Alastor mused. "Do you mean disgustingly twisted and somewhat violent ‘troubled’?"
"If anyone here is troubled, it's you, you outdated has-hat!" Vox snapped, his screen flashing dangerously.
"Ignore him, he’s just bitter!" Alastor went on. "Here’s the sugar on the cream, he asked me to share his nest and I said no. Now he’s pissy, that’s the tea~"
"Hold on!" Vox practically screamed.
Adam snapped his head away as the sudden burst of light from the Voxscreen hit like a flashbang, blinding, sharp, and painful.
"You old-timey prick!" Vox screeched, glitching violently, colours and light rippled across the screen in painful strobing. Adam’s eyes watered, vision going fuzzy from the AI’s meltdown.
"Uh oh! The TV is buffering!" Alastor sang, clearly on purpose.
"I’ll destroy you, you litt-"
The sentence cut off as Vox abruptly vanished. The screen went dead, the lobby plunged back into near-darkness, lit only by flickering candles and Adam blinked rapidly, rubbing at his eyes until his vision steadied. That… that was new, he didn’t know an AI could short-circuit itself with anger.
"I’m afraid he’s lost his signal~" Alastor laughed, delighted. "Such fun! Such joy! My apologies, I couldn’t help myself. It’s been too long since I’ve had the opportunity to meddle in his wires!"
Adam groaned, palms pressed to his face. "Didn’t you… talk to him seven days ago?"
"Exactly," Alastor replied, voice dipping into something dark. “And I must say, I’ve missed his little…cries, it’s so endearing, if you know what I mean.”
"Er… I…" Adam blinked down at the radio.
"Smile, my dear! You’re never fully dressed without one!" Alastor sang, this time from somewhere else, not the radio at his feet.
Adam spun in place, confused, until a sharp whistle echoed from up ahead.
"Yo-ho! Down here!"
It took him a moment to spot another radio perched on a small table at the top of a staircase. There were handles mounted along the walls, and even candles hanging from the ceiling like strange, floating lanterns.
"Keep up, newbie! I don’t have all day!" Alastor chirped.
Adam blinked, turned, and grabbed the handle of his suitcase. Puffing out his cheeks, he braced himself and began dragging the heavy thing up the stairs, he squinted with effort, boots scuffing, body fighting every step until, finally, he reached the top.
Panting softly, he leaned toward the ornate little table with the radio sitting upon it.
"Are you really a demon?" Adam asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"Didn’t I say I was not?" Alastor replied, a bit snobbishly. "Rest assured, I am an Omega, like you, and while he’d never admit it, that box on the wall is an Omega too."
"Oh." Adam’s eyes flicked to a screen attached to the wall. It was dark, blacked out, likely thanks to Vox’s meltdown earlier.
"He isn’t an AI," Alastor added with a hum. "Just a shut-in, I suppose. Won’t come out of his room, he runs the Enterprise’s security from that little cupboard. Creepy, right?"
"What about you?" Adam asked before he could stop himself, nose twitching. "Where are you? You don’t… live in the radio, do you?"
"Of course not," Alastor snorted after a beat of silence. His voice glitched, dipping momentarily into something inhuman, so brief Adam wondered if he imagined it. "You’re funny. Do I look like I live in a radio? Is that why you are here? Are you troubled? Troubled in the sense of…delusional?"
Adam bit back a snort, Alastor had very obviously avoided the real question. If Vox worked from a little room somewhere, then Alastor probably did too. That told him everything.
"Anyway," Adam said carefully, "Why are you… helping me?"
"For the entertainment!" Alastor declared. "I adore seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly, like you are doing now! Good job!"
Adam narrowed his eyes.
"It’s so delightful watching you wrestle with that suitcase. I’ve never seen an Omega bring an Alpha suitcase before, how did you expect to haul that thing around here?"
"You know," Adam muttered, "I can literally destroy the radio you’re using."
"And if you do, I’ll just transfer to another! I have many scattered throughout the facility," Alastor said, utterly unbothered.
Adam huffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped back and took in the landing properly for the first time. Weird, no windows. Why weren’t there any windows in this place? And the few he had seen, like the ones in the front doors, were sun-blocked, blacked out. He wasn’t even convinced they were real. Still… the air smelled clean, which meant air got in somehow. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm either, a very regulated sort of nothing.
Though it was dark, lit only by carefully placed candles, he could make out the architecture. Old-fashioned. Nothing like the orange brick and iron gates outside, Alastor’s radios fit the style perfectly and Voxtek absolutely did not.
The floor was made of polished wooden panels, the walls tall with floral carvings. Adam shifted his weight; the floorboards groaned beneath his boots, ahead were two carved archways, each leading down a different hallway. One archway was decorated with carved apples and snakes, the other with oranges and hedgehogs.
"Weird…" Adam muttered under his breath.
"Yes, yes, very peculiar indeed!" Alastor trilled from the radio, positively delighted. "And since our dear blockhead has apparently fried his last brain cell, I suppose I shall do his job for him!"
Adam turned back toward the radio, eyebrows lifting in wary confusion.
"Now then," Alastor purred, voice slipping into something sly and velvety, "pick a direction, my dear Hazbin. Apples or Oranges, snakes or Hedgehogs, fangs or Spikes, demons or Angels. You see the pattern, don’t you?"
Adam swallowed, his gaze flicking nervously between the two archways. The carvings seemed to sharpen the longer he stared, apples and serpents curling wickedly around one frame, while oranges and hedgehogs formed strange, prickly halos on the other. The contrast made his skin twitch; it was bizarre, unsettling… and yet intriguingly deliberate.
"Wait," he breathed, barely above a whisper. "You mean… I get to pick?"
"But of course," Alastor crooned, smug, unbearably smug. "Every new Hazbin chooses whose wing they’ll nest under. Which department they’ll live within, Michael’s… or Lucifer’s."
"Who?" Adam blurted instantly.
Alastor gasped dramatically. "You’ve never heard of the Morningstars? The illustrious brothers who run this entire establishment? Oh, astonishing. Truly astonishing. One might assume you’d bother to learn a smidge about the men who could make your stay heavenly… or delightfully hellish."
There was definitely an insult buried in there somewhere, but Adam couldn’t isolate it, his stomach was twisting too sharply. He looked back at the double archways, heart fluttering, palms damp. He had to choose, Apples or Oranges. Michael or Lucifer, and he had absolutely no idea what the difference was…or which one made his heartbeat skip in a way that felt dangerously like curiosity.
“Well? Are you actually going to tell me anything about them, or not?” Adam demanded, his fingers twitching like impatient little sparks.
“Maaaybe~ I might!” Alastor merely tittered. “Orrrr I might let you stumble blindly along and choose at random. Personally, I think that would be absolutely delightful. Tremendously entertaining! Oh, wouldn’t it just?”
Adam let out a long, battered sigh and stared at him, waiting, begging, for the continuation that never came. When the silence stretched out, cold and intentional, Adam realized the bastard really wasn’t going to explain a single thing about either Morningstar or the consequences of choosing one archway over the other.
His jaw clenched so hard it throbbed, fury simmering beneath his skin until his hands trembled.
“Unbelievable,” he hissed through sharp canine teeth. “Stupid, smug, static-crackling radio. Should’ve stuck with the damn box…”
With no guidance, Adam turned toward the first archway, he drifted closer, fingertips brushing the carved surface. The wood was dark, deep red, almost wine-stained, and the carvings were so detailed they bordered on obsessive. Snakes coiled lovingly around apples, tails curling like hooks; horns curved elegantly into arrow-tips. Carnations bloomed across the grain and perched at the very top was something shaped like a six-winged angel… if angels had horns, fanged smiles, and the promise of wickedness etched into their halos.
A shiver tiptoed up Adam’s spine as he leaned forward, peering into the corridor beyond. More candles flickered in the dark, painting the long hallway in trembling gold. A heavy red carpet unfurled down the centre, flanked by doors on each side, each door crowned with carvings of either an apple or a snake, and some with the serpent coiling seductively around its prize. At the far end hung a single oil painting, shadowed and ominous, like it was watching him back.
Curiosity tugged at him, harder than fear, so he spun on his heel and hurried to the opposite archway.
This one was entirely different… softer, gentler, almost warm. The wood here was a sweet hazel tone, carved with plump oranges and tiny hedgehogs curled atop them as if dozing peacefully. Sunflowers spiralled through the design; their petals tucked between delicate hedgehog-spikes etched into the frame. At its peak, another angel sat carved in wood, this one with six sweeping wings and a quiet halo instead of horns.
The corridor beyond glowed faintly, lit not by candles but by little hanging lanterns, each cradling a flickering blue-tinged flame. A soft blue carpet stretched down the hall, lined with doors adorned with oranges and hedgehogs; several even showed the tiny creature napping on a nest of fruit, and at the very end, another painting waited in the gloom, serene and inviting where the other felt… tempting.
“I… I have to pick Michael or Lucifer,” Adam murmured, drifting back toward the center of the landing. His eyes flicked to the radio again, silently begging the mysterious omega inside it to speak, guide him, even a little. But the radio remained stubbornly quiet.
Adam sighed, softer this time, glancing down one hallway and then the other. Pick who I stay under? The thought twisted in his stomach, strange and weighty.
“Are they… like counsellors? Or therapists?” he asked aloud, hopeful.
The radio stayed cold.
“God, you’re such a weird asshole,” Adam muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That Vox dude was right; you really are a useless loser.”
A sudden burst of laughter crackled through the radio, sharp enough to make Adam jump.
“Ahh, yes, insult the person you desperately want help from,” Alastor purred, his voice dripping smug amusement. “Brilliant strategy, darling, truly inspired~”
Adam grimaced, but Alastor wasn’t done.
“And just for the record, that blockhead has never been right about anything. Selfish, judgmental, constantly short-circuiting if a breeze doesn’t blow his way!” Alastor huffed, insulted even in the static. “He begged me to nest in his room during my heat. I said no, and he threw a tantrum so spectacular I thought his screen would melt, and because of his little fit, he ignored everything I said afterwards. Is it my fault I refused to repeat myself? Perhaps, but if he hadn’t stomped around like a spoiled pup, he might’ve spent the past seven days curled up with me instead.”
Adam could practically see him, arms crossed, nose scrunched in sour irritation, foot tapping in sharp little clicks.
“Oh… well, that’s…” Adam blinked, unsure where to even start. Then a thought hit him, and his eyebrows pulled tight. “Wait, didn’t you say you both were Omegas?”
“Hmm? Yes. Yes, I did,” Alastor replied in a tone that suddenly sharpened like a blade. “Is that a problem for you?”
“N-No! No, of course not,” Adam stammered, a shiver running down his spine. Something about the radio, about him, made Adam instinctively careful. He didn’t know what this unseen omega might do, but he had a very clear feeling it wouldn’t be gentle. “I just… I mean, Omegas, I always thought, I mean-”
“Relax!” Alastor cut in, his tone now bright and snippy, almost sing-song. “You’re from some backward pack, hm? Werewolf, yes? I imagine the wolves are terribly old-fashioned and fantastically overdue for an update.”
The bitterness under his preppy voice was impossible to miss.
Adam swallowed hard and took a small step back from the radio, even though nothing was physically there.
“Well… you seem more old-fashioned…” he whispered before quickly shaking his head. “Um, never mind! Look, I just… I need to know who to pick. Who would you suggest? Michael or Lucifer? I mean, I’m assuming Michael’s the angel archway, and Lucifer’s the, uh, demon one, right-”
A violent, high-pitched screech ripped from the radio. Adam yelped, jerking back, hands flying up to cover his ears. Pain shot through his skull as he whimpered, lips trembling.
“That hurt…” he whined.
“My suggestion?!” Alastor snapped, voice suddenly bubbly and cruelly prim. “Lucifer! Of course! Choose the demon archway! Stay under Lucifer! It suits you, far better than the other option!”
Adam rubbed his aching ears and glared weakly at the radio. “O-Okay, okay, you didn’t have to make that awful noise…”
“Take Lucifer as your Endocrinologist and Obstetrician-Gynaecologist!” Alastor declared with a sharp, offended scuff. “He’ll help you ten times better than Michael ever could!”
“Oh, okay,” Adam breathed, voice soft and trembling as he kept rubbing his ringing ears. “Okay, okay, I’ll pick Lucifer, just, please stop with those sounds, please. Please.”
A howling laugh burst from the radio, shrill and delighted. The knobs twisted on their own, and another knife-edged screech ripped through the air.
Adam staggered backward with a whimper, wolf ears flattening in agony. “F-fuck me, that hurts!”
“Careful using those words around here, darling,” Alastor chimed sweetly, smug as ever. “Someone might just take you literally~”
And then, silence, true silence this time…. Adam waited a few seconds, staring at the radio as though expecting it to sprout a face and continue its torment, but nothing. The static-omega had really left him, abandoned him in this eerie, echoing place where the walls felt too alive and too quiet.
With a long exhale, Adam steadily unfolded his wolf ears, flexing them anxiously. He prayed he wouldn’t lose his hearing before he even met his assigned… doctor? Handler? Whatever these people were.
He shuffled on his feet, turning to face what he assumed was Lucifer’s department, the demon archway, the one drowning in snakes and apples and wicked charm.
“So, they are therapists after all,” he muttered bitterly, rolling his eyes. Of course they were. A ‘carehome’ for troubled Omegas, what a joke. Fucking bullshit it was.
Still, Adam wrapped his fingers around the handle of his ridiculously heavy suitcase. He actually agreed with Alastor on this one, why had he let Sera pack everything into an Alpha’s trunk? He should’ve argued, or scratched, or bitten if he had to. An Omega’s suitcase would’ve been light, manageable. This thing felt like it was filled with bricks and spite.
Puffing out his cheeks, Adam dragged the monstrous thing toward the snake-and-apple archway, a shiver slithered up his spine as he peeked down the corridor again. He glanced over his shoulder at Michael’s softer hallway, biting his bottom lip. Lucifer’s side was darker, richer, sinful, like it wanted to swallow him whole. It looked… dangerous, even tempting...
Was this the right choice? Demon… Lucifer’s side was the demonic hall. Why? Would Lucifer be cruel? Harsh? Was Adam about to walk into a nightmare? His stomach churned, twisting itself into tight, anxious knots. Maybe, maybe he should ignore Alastor’s obnoxious advice and choose Michael instead?
“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Alastor’s amused, smug purr crackled suddenly through the radio.
Adam yelped, again, his heart flipping in his chest, he was seriously going to break the damned radio at this rate. “I’m so sick of this creepy static freak giving me mini heart attacks,” he muttered.
“I thought wolves didn’t get scared~” Alastor sang, silky and taunting. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna turn around and pick Michael with your tail between your legs?”
“I’m not scared! And wolves are naturally brave!” Adam snapped back, cheeks puffing out adorably, even though his hands trembled against the suitcase handle. “A-And I’m not gonna pick Michael!”
“Prove it, then!”
“Fine!” Adam barked back, though his voice betrayed him with a crack that made his ears burn.
Before he could give himself time to reconsider, he grabbed the suitcase handle with both hands and yanked it forward. The heavy thing scraped along behind him as he marched through the archway, breath hitching with each strained pull. He kept his chin up, refusing, absolutely refusing, to look back, even though every part of him desperately wanted to.
“I’m sure you’ll have such fun!” Alastor’s voice snickered after him, echoing wickedly down the corridor. “And perhaps you’ll discover something… rather enlightening~”
Adam’s nose scrunched on instinct, wolf whiskers twitching as irritation prickled through him. He wanted to bite back, he really did, but he couldn’t quite figure out what Alastor meant, it didn’t sound like an insult… but Adam was ninety-nine percent sure it was one. He just wasn’t clever enough to decode the static-creature’s smirking tone.
He shook his head hard, ears flicking, and focused on dragging his suitcase further down the hallway. The corridor stretched long and shadowed, lined with towering wine-red doors that made him feel small, tiny, even, beneath their carved frames, but which one was his? Where was he even supposed to go?
The first door that stood open caught his attention. Adam slowed, panting softly as he peeked inside, curiosity poking through his anxiety.
It looked like… an office? Or something trying very hard to imitate one.
A beautiful desk sat in the centre, glossy red-wine wood polished to a shine. A matching chair rested behind it, draped in shadows, and another sat across from it for visitors. On the desk sat an unlit black candle, its wax twisted into intricate shapes. Bookshelves lined the walls, packed with books, folders, jars, and objects Adam couldn’t name. There were two huge windows behind the desk, they were blackened, or maybe covered with black glass, to give the shape of windows without letting anything in.
He tipped his head back, at the peak of the doorframe, carved into the wood, was an apple wrapped in a serpent, its tail curling around the curve of the fruit, its fangs poised like a warning.
Adam swallowed, suddenly very aware that he was deep in Lucifer’s domain now, and very aware that he had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Shifting his weight, Adam tore his gaze away from the office and continued the agonizing battle with his suitcase. The next open door, marked with the same apple-and-serpent carving, revealed what looked like a library or… something pretending to be one.
Even from the doorway, he could see a cavernous space stretching upward, massive pillars carved straight into towering bookshelves. It seemed like it reached three floors high, maybe four, but Adam couldn’t tell from out here, soft, warm light glowed within the space, inviting yet overwhelming. He didn’t dare step inside. He was exhausted. Bone-deep exhausted. All he wanted was a bed where he could collapse and pretend today never happened.
He caught sight of long tables lined with benches on either side. Definitely a library. A very intimidating one, he turned away quickly, dragging the heavy Alpha-issue suitcase further down the hall. The deeper he went, the stranger and eerier the corridor became, the air thickening like it was turning into velvet shadows.
At the very end hung a massive oil painting, Adam paused, chest rising and falling unevenly as he stared up at it. The colours, the shading, the twisting shapes, it was undeniably demonic. A fallen angel with curved horns sprouting from his head, eyes dark and hungry, mouth full of too many sharp teeth. He shuddered, he guessed the painting in Michael’s hallway was the opposite, an angel with feathers instead of fangs.
Adam shook his head, wiping sweat from his brow with trembling fingers. The corridor split into two more hallways, one veering left, one veering right. Adam peered down each side, one hall ended with the carving of an apple, the other with a serpent.
Of course, more choices, more symbolism and more fucking pressure.
Adam’s lips twisted into a tired, crooked shape. So I have to pick again… great. Apple or serpent. Forbidden or deceptive. Something meaningful, probably, everything here seemed like a puzzle he wasn’t smart enough for.
“What is this? Forbidden or deception?” he muttered under his breath, whiskers twitching. “Apples mean forbidden fruit… serpents mean deception and cunning…” He sighed heavily. “Great, so, I’ve gotta pick between forbidden or deception.”
“I guess I’ll go with forbidden? That doesn’t sound as evil… deception sounds like…” He cut himself off with a defeated shake of his head.
He was too tired for metaphors right now, and with a weary huff, he shifted his stance and began dragging the massive Alpha suitcase down the apple-themed corridor. Each door along the way was adorned with different variations of apple carvings, some whole, some split, some wrapped in vines. All of them closed, all carved with an apple dead-centre on the door’s surface.
Adam was almost at the end when a low, eerie groan creaked through the hallway, making his wolf ears flick straight up, one of the red-wine doors, trimmed with apple carvings, steadily slid open on its own, groaning like an ancient creature waking from sleep and Adam froze, anxiety prickling down his spine like cold fingertips, the door slid open to reveal a room.
It was a bedroom, like the ones he’d only seen in magazines or on the televisions in town. Adam tilted his head, taking in the space. It looked empty… untouched… as if no one had ever lived in it at all.
A perfectly ordinary room, on the surface, a four-poster bed sat against the left wall, draped neatly with dark sheets. A wardrobe stood opposite it, tall and elegant, and beside it a chest of drawers with a small desk tucked against the wall. Candles glowed softly on both the dresser and the desk, gentle flickers of light that warmed the whole room, but the scent, the scent was sweet.
Fresh rain, young grass and cool dew clinging to leaves at dawn. Adam inhaled again, stepping forward slowly, drawn in by instinct.
“Oh… it smells like Eden,” he whispered, voice wobbling with a tiny sweetness he didn’t expect. He sniffed again, his heart twisting, it looked dark, a little creepy even… but it smelled like home.
The wooden floorboards groaned beneath him, Adam grimaced, peering down. As a wolf, he would’ve preferred carpet, thick, soft, fluffy carpet he could curl up on and sink into until his bones stopped hurting. Taking a steadying breath, he gathered what little strength he had left. His chest swelled as he gripped the suitcase with both hands, bracing himself. With a sharp twist of his feet and all the force he could muster, he swung the heavy thing toward the floor.
It hit the boards with a thunderous crash that echoed throughout all directions, making the wall thunder and a wail followed from somewhere within the home. Adam flinched violently, shoulders shooting up to his ears as heat flashed across his face. So loud, way too loud, he hoped, prayed, nobody in this creepy place heard that.
He rubbed his shaking hands over his burning cheeks, groaning softly. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe he was here. Sera had really left him. Sixteen months, sixteen whole months trapped in a carehome for “troubled Omegas,” just because he refused to submit to Steve, refused to let Steve breed him for the “good of the pack.”
His wolf ears curled inward anxiously, his eyes dropped to the floor, whiskers drooping with them, heavy with the weight of the truth settling on his shoulders.
“I’ve… I’ve really been abandoned here…” Adam whispered, voice trembling so softly it seemed to dissolve into the candlelight. “Shit… it feels like I’ve fallen… like I’ve landed at the very bottom of some endless pit.”
He dug his fingers lightly into his cheeks, tugging at his sensitive skin as a nervous tremor ran through him. His wolf ears folded inward like delicate petals, tail curling protectively around his thigh.
“Interesting choice of words.”
The voice was velvet-smooth, low and teasing, floating from behind him like a sigh. The soft tap-tap of knuckles against the door made Adam jump violently, spinning around. His wolfish green-and-gold eyes went wide, jaw gaping like a startled fish.
“Apologies… if I frightened you,” the man said, his tone gentle, almost playful, leaning lightly against the partially open door. “I was told you were… a little jumpy. I didn’t expect that level of jumpy, my mistake.”
Adam blinked, heart hammering, the man was short, slender, barely reaching Adam’s shoulder. His skin was paper-white, cheeks flushed with rosy warmth. Blonde hair, threaded with thin streaks of coral, glinted against paler highlights, neatly slicked back in a ducktail with one playful tuft rebelliously sticking out. His eyes were enormous, round pools of blue with tiny ruby-red slits at their centres, sparkling with curiosity.
One arm cradled a neat pile of bedding, sheets, pillowcases, and a quilt folded just-so. Adam noticed the bed in the room wasn’t made yet: the quilt folded neatly in the middle, four plush duck-feather pillows stacked on top, pristine and inviting.
“I… suppose you’ve chosen this room?”
Adam blinked furiously at the man lingering at the doorway. Not quite stepping in but also not quite leaving.
The man’s eyelids were a soft lavender, giving him an innocent, slightly mischievous allure. He wore a cozy, oversized sweater in reds and pinks, patterned with tiny, embroidered ducks. Tight-fitting blue jeans tucked into fluffy Ugg boots completed the Omega-perfect look, sweet, soft, entirely unassuming, and completely disarming. Compared to Adam, this man radiated Omega energy, adorable, comforting, gentle… almost like he had wandered straight out of Eden.
“Oh… um, sorry?” Adam mumbled awkwardly.
“You’ve chosen this room, yes? To live in?” the man asked patiently, tilting his head so his temple rested lightly against the red-wine doorframe. “If so…may I come in?”
“Huh… oh, yeah,” Adam said dumbly, still stunned.
The man’s smile was dazzling, almost blinding, a careful mixture of warmth and charm. He stepped over the threshold, moving so lightly it seemed as if he were gliding rather than walking, silent as a whisper across the wooden floor.
“I’ve brought you bedding and fresh towels,” he said softly, shifting the pile in his arms with effortless grace. He placed it carefully on the desk, then leaned back against it, head tilting just slightly, eyes twinkling in a way that made Adam’s chest flutter.
“It’s a shared bathroom, back by the library and office, you must have missed it. The kitchen is downstairs, with other rooms you’re welcome to use. There’s even a lounge where you can watch some television, and since you’re a wolf, the gardens are open to you, but please, go through the back doors, not the front.”
Adam’s ears twitched, tail flicking nervously. The soft voice, the effortless presence, the little playful tilt of the head, it was all unsettling and… oddly thrilling. His stomach churned, half with nerves, half with a flutter he couldn’t quite name.
“Um… sorry… but… who are you?” Adam finally managed to ask, voice small and tentative, tail twitching nervously at his side.
Lucifer’s eyes sharpened, and a slow, deliberate smile spread across his face, cherry-red lips parting just enough to reveal two sharp, glinting fangs. The candlelight caught in his eyes, making the unusual mix of sapphire and ruby shimmer like molten gems.
“My apologies,” he said softly, voice velvety, smooth, teasing, enough to make Adam’s stomach flutter. He stepped closer, graceful and deliberate, folding his hands behind his back as he moved, the motion fluid and oddly intimate. “I should have introduced myself properly.”
Lucifer tilted his head slightly, eyes sparkling with mischief and something… sharper, darker, unreadable. “My name is Lucifer Morningstar, and it is… absolutely wonderful to finally put a face to the name… Adam Greentail, yes?”
…this… this was Lucifer Morningstar? And how the hell did he know his name? No, that was a stupid question, of course he would know Adam’s name. It would be on record, wouldn’t it and shit! Another shiver ran through him, crawling down his spine, spreading through his fur. The way the blonde-haired man was staring, like Adam wasn’t a person at all, but… something else. Something to be admired… or toyed with.
It was eerily reminiscent of how the Alphas had looked at him back in Eden, but different. Not commanding, not rough, not entitled. This gaze was piercing, patient, and yet playful, wrapping around him like invisible fingers.
Adam’s ears twitched nervously, and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. For the first time in a long while, he wanted to turn, to flee, to hide somewhere safe. To avoid this unwavering, unrelenting gaze that seemed to pin him to the spot, hold him suspended between fear and… something else.
He stood, frozen, tail wrapped a little tighter around his leg, whiskers trembling, utterly caught in Lucifer’s orbit, and somehow, he didn’t want to look away.
“Well,” Lucifer murmured, voice soft and honeyed, curling through the room like smoke, “I shall leave you to settle in… for now.”
He tilted his head, eyes glinting, “And I shall see you in an hour. Come… to that office you passed.”
“Huh? An hour?” Adam stammered, shoulders tensing, tail flicking nervously. His heart picked up pace as Lucifer let out a soft, amused hum that seemed to vibrate through the very air around him.
“Of course,” Lucifer purred, voice smooth and teasing. “It is early… despite how dim it feels here. We have plenty of time… and so very much to explore.”
Before Adam could respond, Lucifer stepped closer. His presence was overwhelming, warm, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted a hand, letting his icy-cold fingertips glide along Adam’s cheek, tracing a line down to the curve of his throat.
Adam shivered involuntarily, fur standing on end, whiskers twitching, breath catching in his chest.
“And…” Lucifer whispered, voice dipping lower, a playful edge curling through each word, “We have so much ground to cover, don’t we?”
Adam’s ears flattened slightly, and his tail twitched, caught somewhere between nerves, fear, and… something dangerously close to curiosity. He wanted to step back. He wanted to flee, but the pull of Lucifer’s gaze, and the ghost of that icy touch, held him rooted in place.
“We do?” Adam’s voice was small, quiet, almost trembling.
Lucifer chuckled softly, a low, velvety sound that made Adam’s stomach flip. His icy fingertips traced along Adam’s cheek again, following the twitching whiskers with playful amusement before gently tapping the tip of Adam’s nose.
“We do,” he confirmed, his lips curling into that teasing, perfect smile.
“So… I will come to your office in an hour?” Adam asked, voice uncertain, eyes wide.
“Yes,” he found himself saying, the word slipping from his throat whether he wanted it to or not.
Lucifer hummed in pleased approval, cold, deliberate fingers gliding over the little blue veins on Adam’s skin, teasing the delicate flesh until he reached Adam’s untouched Omega glades. Adam let out a startled, high-pitched squeal, heat rushing through him.
Lucifer’s eyes glittered with mischief and delight. He giggled softly, slinking backward as lightly as a feather, leaving Adam dizzy and flushed. Adam barely noticed that the other Omega cast no shadow as he moved.
“Until then, I suppose,” Lucifer cooed, stepping delicately around Adam with feline grace. “There is… much to teach you.”
“What… what does that mean?” Adam asked, hand instinctively rising to cover himself, a shiver rolling up his spine at the ghosting touch.
“I’ll teach you… in time,” the smaller Omega hummed, twirling lightly around him, arms folding again behind his back in that teasing, insistent manner. “All in good time, Adam. Good things come to those with patience.”
Adam stared after Lucifer, lips trembling, heart hammering in his throat. The urge to collapse to his knees, to surrender entirely to this strange, intoxicating presence, gnawed at him, but he held himself upright. Only when Lucifer finally slipped away from the room did Adam exhale, a long, shivering sigh of relief.
His legs trembled as he stumbled forward, hastily closing the door as if to lock out the intoxicating, unsettling aura of the blonde Omega. There was something about Lucifer Morningstar he couldn’t name, something utterly unlike any Omega he had ever met. Sweet, small, soft… almost cuddly in appearance, and yet, there was danger beneath that softness, a magnetic pull that made Adam’s pulse leap.
He rubbed his face with both hands, wincing as his fingers traced the faint scratches on his cheeks. Lucifer hadn’t pointed it out, he didn’t know if he was disappointed or not, and the uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a living thing.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Adam turned to the pile of fresh sheets Lucifer had brought. He needed to make the bed, at least a little, maybe even sit for a few minutes before he had to face Lucifer again. Hands shaking, he lifted the soft cotton sheets, marvelling at their delicate touch.
Even in Eden, sheets hadn’t felt this soft. He pulled one up and buried his nose in it, inhaling. Sweet lemons, running water, faint smoke… the scent was intoxicating. A gentle rumble began in his chest, an unthinking purr that made his tail wag without his consent.
Shit, he thought, jerking the sheets away from his face. He could not be caught indulging like this.
With effort, he began making the bed, ignoring the lingering scent and warmth of the sheets. The pillows and quilt were made of duck feathers, soft enough to sink into, luxurious enough to tempt him into surrender. The bedspread itself shimmered in soft red and purple hues, warm and inviting.
Adam crawled onto the bed, hesitating for a moment as if testing its softness with every muscle in his body. Then, with a sigh, he curled up in the centre, letting the plush quilt envelop him, the bed was perfect, soft, cozy, impossibly inviting. He could easily drift off here, if only his mind would let him.
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Part 01, Part 02, Part 3, Part 4
The car lurched with a hard thunk as a wheel slammed into a stone buried in the road. Adam grumbled under his breath, his whole face drawn tight and pinched, emerald-gold eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. His lips were twisted into a furious snarl, the kind that showed just how close he was to snapping. He refused to even look at his mother, instead shoving his cheek against the cold window glass, practically flattened there, while he glared at the passing trees as if they personally offended him.
His sensitive wolf ears were pinned flat to his messy black hair, trembling with every irritated breath. His tail had curled stiffly over his thigh, a sure sign he was done with the entire universe. This was fucking ridiculous. It wasn’t his fault. Why the hell was he the one getting punished when Steve started everything? Steve, that smug, flea-bitten asshole. A low, threatening growl vibrated deep in Adam’s throat again.
His eyes, those wild, lupine jewels, glimmered in the half-light. They were a sharp blend of green and molten gold, ringed faintly at the edges like a wolf stalking through the dark forest. His nose, more wolfish than human, a soft dark button with a slight uplift, twitched irritably, and the short white whiskers sprouting from his cheeks bristled with agitation.
He wore his usual armour: ripped black skinny jeans disappearing into heavy military-style boots, a dark fitted tee, and an oversized hoodie he currently had half shoved off one shoulder in defiant slouching. On the cheek not smeared against the window, a nasty bruise bloomed, three angry red claw marks slashing across his skin, the perfect imprint of something canine losing its temper on him.
“Adam,” came a low growl from the woman in the front seat. “Enough with the sulking, please. This could be a good thing.”
Adam scoffed sharply, a sound halfway between a bark and a hiss. He shot her a razor-edged look over his shoulder, his upper lip lifting to flash long, wolf-sharp canines.
“How the fuck is this a good thing?” he snapped.
“Do not use that language with me,” she shot back, her tone cracking like a whip.
Her thick purple curls bounced with each syllable, and atop her head, her matching pointed wolf ears stood straight up, twitching with warning. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel, her brow ticking in irritation.
“I’m not happy about this either,” she muttered, exhaling through her nose. “But this was the last straw, the pack decided this is what’s best for you.”
“Best for me?” Adam hissed, baring all his teeth now. “You mean best for the pack.”
His voice wobbled with angry disbelief. “You’re sending me away, Mum! It wasn’t my fucking fault!”
Sera sighed, long and heavy, her own wolf-bright eyes, flashes of gold with flickers of violet, softening with worry even as she tried to remain firm.
“I know.” Sera’s voice softened until it was barely a breath, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “I know, Adam, I do, I’m on your side. Even if it doesn’t feel like it… I am.”
Adam rolled his eyes with a dramatic, wounded flair, slumping back in the seat so hard the leather squeaked.
“Bullshit.”
Sera shot him a guarded look from the corner of her eye, sharp, assessing, but warm beneath the exhaustion.
“I’ve tried everything, Adam. We’ve tried everything. Time and time again, you get into fights. You’ve given other pack members black eyes, you’ve stressed out newly bloomed Omegas-”
“That’s not fair!” Adam snapped, fur bristling in invisible waves under his skin. His dark hair lifted like a startled wolf’s hackles. “You can’t blame me for that! Steve was trying to make me submit, like some bitch in Heat!”
“What about Marcius? Or Andrew?” Sera countered smoothly. “Not everyone you fought were Alphas. Some were Betas, Betas who couldn’t have used their pheromones on you.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Adam muttered, low and poisonous. He twisted his fingers into the strings of his hoodie until his knuckles whitened. “You wouldn’t get it; you’re not an Omega.”
“Then help me understand,” Sera whispered, turning the steering wheel with gentler hands now.
Adam glared out the window again just in time to catch a lime-green sign blurring past. The stupid thing almost made him choke. A care home for troubled young Omegas.
What a fucking joke.
He wasn’t a “troubled Omega.” And it wasn’t a care home, not even close. It was a disguised prison for anyone who didn’t behave the way the pack wanted. A place to lock up Omegas who were struggling, broken, abused, loud, lashing out, desperate. A place for Omegas who screamed, fought, or refused to bow to anyone who demanded obedience and apparently, that was Adam now.
Fucking bullshit.
He didn’t need help, he needed Alphas to stop trying to shove him around, he needed them to stop circling him, stop biting at him, stop trying to breed him like he was already flat on his back. Adam clenched his jaw until it clicked. He wasn’t going to roll over for anyone, especially not Steve and his ugly-ass nose.
Sera sighed again when Adam refused to answer. She tilted her head slightly, easing the car to a soft, cautious stop before a pair of towering iron gates. They shimmered faintly under the daylight, welded seamlessly into high walls the colour of burnt orange clay, the spikes crowning them as unfriendly as a row of fangs.
She rolled down the window and reached out to press a square metal button on the panel attached to the wall.
Adam winced immediately, his ears flattening tighter as a piercing static squeal burst from the speaker. His sensitive wolf hearing throbbed with pain; he swallowed the instinct to rub them.
The box crackled, spat, fizzled, then the small black screen flickered violently before blooming into bright blue.
Adam blinked, it displayed a cartoon character with a television for a head.
Cute, funny, almost. If it didn’t also feel like the universe insulting him one last time.
A ridiculous TV-headed mascot greeting him at his new fucking prison, perfect.
“Hello there! How are you this hellish morning?” a bright, squawking voice burst through the speaker.
Adam jerked upright, the fucking mascot was talking?!
His eyebrows shot up, especially at the word hellish. He stared at the screen in outright disbelief, then flicked a look at his mother, silently asking if she was truly about to abandon him in a place where cartoon characters apparently insulted their clients at nine in the morning.
“Oh, um, good morning,” Sera began, her voice cracking before she forced it steady. “I’m here to drop off my son. Adam Greentail. He’s a new enrolment in that-”
Another violent crackle of static sliced through the air, cutting her clean off.
“Oh yes! I have his records right here!” the mascot chirped with smug enthusiasm. “Adam Greentail, scheduled for enrolment at Morningstar Enterprises this morning!”
Morningstar Enterprises. What an absolute load of polished, corporate bullshit. Adam hated the name instantly. He hated the shine of it, the fake gloss, the way it pretended to be something gentle when it felt more like a leash and collar.
Sera forced a strained, brittle smile, nodding politely even though she clearly had no idea whether the cartoon creature could actually see her or not.
“Thank you…” she trailed off awkwardly.
“Oh! And where are my manners?” the mascot continued with a static-filled little giggle. “The name’s Vox, CEO of Voxtek Entertainment here at Morningstar Enterprise! I’m all around the facility, so don’t hesitate to contact me if you have questions or concerns!”
Adam narrowed his eyes, ears flicking irritably. Vox’s voice had the same plastic sweetness Steve used whenever he tried to charm someone he hated. A saccharine customer-service tone, dripping with shiny insincerity.
“Um…” Sera tried.
“Do not fear!” Vox cut in, louder and even chirpier. “Here at Morningstar Enterprises, we are proud to be at the forefront of Omega innovation! Our focus has always been Omega protection. Your son will be perfectly safe with us, you can trust us with his wellbeing.”
The giant iron gates before them shuddered, then began groaning open, metal grinding against metal like some ancient beast waking up.
Sera blinked once, leaning forward. She hadn’t asked about Adam’s safety, but the moment Vox said the word “protection,” something maternal softened in her eyes. Morningstar cared about Omega safety. That mattered to her, that comforted her, that told her she was doing the ‘right’ thing.
Adam rolled his eyes so hard he nearly sprained something. He could practically read the thoughts drifting across his mother’s face like subtitles.
Safety, protection, such a good place for him.
Bullshit, all of it.
He let out an annoyed huff and slumped again, pressing his cheek to the window, refusing to look at her. Instead, he glared at the gravel path stretching beyond the gates, the grounds of Morningstar Enterprises, his new prison for the next sixteen fucking months.
The car rumbled uneasily as Sera guided it through the yawning gates. Gravel crackled and popped beneath the tires, vibrating up through the frame. Adam pressed his lips into a razor-thin line, jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached. His nose twitched with every new scent drifting in, betraying what he refused to show on his face.
He glared out the window, refusing to let wonder seep into his expression. They rolled past towering trees and thick, lush bushes bursting with flowers, blooms of every colour and shape, like someone had taken an entire botanical garden and crammed it behind these walls. Strange plants twisted delicately toward the sunlight, vines shimmering with dew. The scent of ripe fruit trees hung sweetly in the air, warm and floral and almost intoxicating. Even the faint rush of a small waterfall reached his ears, the sound soft and inviting.
His stomach churned traitorously.
Sera gasped, leaning forward in pure awe before nudging him with her elbow like they were simply on a family outing.
“The grounds look amazing, don’t they?” she said brightly. “I’m sure they’ll let you have a run around in your other form.”
Adam snorted, a harsh, dismissive exhale, but didn’t dignify her with a verbal answer, even though a dangerous part of him wanted to. His skin prickled, itching beneath the surface. His muscles twitched with the urge to shift, to let the wolf take over and tear through the gardens, paws pounding through grass, teeth snapping playfully at petals, the air here was… good. Clean and tempting in a way he hated.
It wasn’t Eden, wasn’t home, wasn’t the forest where he grew up and knew every path, every trail, every scent, but it was open enough, wide enough, full enough for a wolf to stretch out and run.
He hated that it made his claws ache.
Finally, Sera pulled into a designated parking space and turned off the engine, the sudden silence slammed into Adam like a punch. His heart lurched upward, practically getting stuck in his throat. The car’s gentle hum, the only comforting thing left, faded to nothing, leaving him in a suffocating quiet.
His breathing stuttered, just a little, just enough that he felt embarrassed for noticing it. He gripped the seat, nails digging in, and tried to keep the panic from creeping up his spine.
Sixteen months…sixteen months in here, and the worst part? He hadn’t even gotten out of the car yet.
Adam didn’t get out of the car right away. He stayed glued to the seat, arms rigid, staring daggers out the window as Sera climbed out first. She gripped the top of the door frame, her lavender tail giving the tiniest wag of excitement. She sniffed the air, once, twice, then her whole face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.
“It smells lovely,” she chimed, leaning forward to inhale again, nose twitching with delight. She spun slightly on the gravel, beaming. “Adam, come out and smell this, it’s sweet. You’ll definitely like it.”
He rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. His face scrunched with disdain. “Nothing’s better than Eden’s air.”
“Adam,” Sera’s tone sharpened instantly, Alpha-hard, her wolf ears stood straight up.
“Yeah, yes,” he growled, low and rumbling in the back of his throat.
He twisted sharply in the seat and shoved the door open with more force than necessary. The slam he gave it afterward echoed through the courtyard, his flinch almost but not quite hidden behind his stubborn posture.
“It smells like shit,” he spat, shoving both hands deep into his hoodie pockets.
He hunched his shoulders, sinking into himself like a storm cloud with legs. He wasn’t about to admit the truth, not to her, not to anyone…because the truth was…the air was delicious. Rich, warm, sweet in a way that prickled along his nerves and made something wild inside him sit up and pant. Now that he was fully exposed to it, he wanted to whine. To sink his nose into every blooming flower, to press his face against the grass and roll until dirt clung to his fur.
His tail quivered under his hoodie, fluttering traitorously. He clenched the muscles around it tight, praying no one, especially not his mother, would notice.
“Just give it a chance here,” Sera said, closing the car door gently.
She walked around the front of the car, her footsteps soft on the gravel. She reached up to pat his uninjured cheek… but Adam immediately dodged, jerking his head out of reach and her ears twitched, once, twice. A tiny flicker of hurt flashed across her eyes, so quick he almost doubted he saw it. Then it vanished, replaced by the unyielding confidence of an Alpha.
She smiled instead, big, full of fangs, the kind of smile that tried to be reassuring but still carried the sharpness of command.
“I know it will be hard at first, but you’ll make friends. You’ll feel better here.”
“Better?” Adam hissed, the word curdling in his throat.
Better, as in he needed fixing, as if something was wrong with him. As if refusing to be pushed into the dirt by every Alpha that sniffed his direction meant he was mentally unstable.
“You know what I mean,” Sera sighed, clicking her tongue as she moved behind him toward the boot. “You can’t keep blowing up when you don’t get your way. It’s getting old, Adam. You’re not a child, you’re nearing the end of your birthing season and soon your season will be over.”
Adam scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes with practiced dramatics. As she spoke, he silently mouthed her words behind her back, he’d heard this lecture a hundred times, a thousand.
“So sorry I haven’t given you grand pups yet,” he snarled. “Sorry I’m not like the other fucking Omegas in our pack who are already waddling around with pups the second their season hits.”
Sera slammed the boot shut, the noise sharp enough to make Adam’s ears flick. She gripped the handle of his suitcase and shot him a long, dry, cutting look, one that stripped away every ounce of his sarcasm and bared the worried mother beneath the Alpha.
“That is not what I meant, and you know it, Adam.”
“Tell me, Mother, how else was I supposed to take it?” Adam snapped, snatching the suitcase handle out of her grip. “I’m not pathetic, I’m not weak. I can carry my own suitcase.”
Sera let go immediately.
Adam stumbled one step back, nearly losing the entire thing to gravity before catching himself. He straightened with quick, jerky movements, doing everything in his power to make it look intentional, cool, confident, totally in control, it wasn’t. He needed both hands wrapped tight around the handle, arms straining, shoulders tense. Sera only needed one.
She watched him with soft amusement flickering in her eyes, not mocking, just knowing.
“Adam,” she said gently, “I just want you to be happy and comfortable, that’s all any mother wants for her cubs.”
Her tone was soft, far too soft for an Alpha. But at the same time, it was exactly the kind of softness only an Alpha could muster steady, grounding, warm, commanding even in its tenderness.
Alphas were supposed to be loud, brash, unapologetically dominant. They threw themselves into fights, puffed up their power, and expected everyone, especially Omegas, to bow beneath them, and Adam? Adam was an Omega born to an Alpha in a pack of werewolves from Eden.
Practically unheard of, around the world, other were-creatures used words like clans, families, roots… but wolves were different. Wolves had packs. And in packs, Omegas usually came from Omega mothers, not from Alphas, certainly not from one of Eden’s strongest Alphas in centuries.
Sera had been the first Alpha to birth an Omega in Eden for generations.
Adam had seen the look on her face the day he presented, eleven suns and moons into his birthing season. He’d seen the flicker of shock, then disappointment, then… something sourer. Something that twisted her lips and bared her canines, even when she tried to hide it.
She resented him, maybe not consciously, maybe she didn’t say it out loud, but Adam had seen her eyes. He knew, she hadn’t wanted an Omega, she’d expected another Alpha…the pack had expected another Alpha.
Instead, they got him, and now, deep down, Adam was convinced she didn’t love him nearly as much as she pretended. Deep down, he believed she’d been waiting, patiently, quietly, for the perfect excuse to send him away, and Morningstar was it.
This pastel-coloured, saccharine-scented “care home” for troubled young Omegas wasn’t a sanctuary. It was a place packs used to get rid of Omegas who didn’t fit neatly into their perfect little boxes, Omegas who didn’t submit, didn’t nest, didn’t soften, didn’t obey.
Omegas like him.
Adam wasn’t wanted, not by Eden, not by the wolves he used to consider friends, they’d turned their backs on him the moment he presented. Even the other Omegas avoided him, curling into their warm little nests without ever letting him join. They wouldn’t sit with him, wouldn’t let him into comfort piles, wouldn’t even share their scents.
The only value the elders saw in him was his womb, and since he fought every Alpha who tried to claim him, they’d run out of ideas.
“I can’t give the pack a pup,” Adam snarled, lip curling as his fangs flashed in the light. “I refuse to bend over for anyone, I won’t let some Alpha mount me and, shit, you already know all this.”
His eyes burned, throat tight. “I’m a disappointment, aren’t I? The pack’s decided to get rid of me.”
He glared at her, eyes wild and wounded. “’Cause I’m not a normal Omega like all the others in Eden, right?”
“Adam…” Sera sighed, long and deep, closing her eyes as if he truly exhausted her, and honestly? Maybe he did. She’d spent years trying to reach him, trying to hold him, trying to balance loving him and leading him, but Adam made it so hard.
“Someday,” she murmured, opening her golden-violet eyes, “You’ll hear what I’m trying to tell you. One day, you might understand, one day, you’ll see this is what’s best for you…I’m sure you will enjoy your stay here, if you only give it a try.”
Adam ignored her words, because believing her felt impossible now. Not after everything. Not after she agreed to send him away. Who knew how long she’d been waiting for the excuse? Sixteen months sounded temporary on paper, sure… but then what?
What happened when he came back unchanged? What if he still didn’t want to mate an Alpha? What if he still refused to let anyone claim him? Still refused to bend?
What would the pack do with him then, throw a celebration? Hardly, the elders would probably boot him straight out of Eden. Leave him in the wild to fend for himself like a defective pup. It seemed far more likely than them welcoming him home with open arms.
Adam swallowed hard, forcing his eyes forward. His lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line as he looked up at the towering building ahead of them.
This place, this pastel-wrapped prison with its sweet air and pretty gardens, his cage for the next sixteen months, but… maybe, just maybe, he could get something out of it. Something important. Something the pack never taught him. Because if he was destined to be tossed out of Eden the moment, they realized he still wouldn’t roll over for an Alpha, then he needed to learn how to survive on his own. How to fight. How to live without a pack or territory. How to hunt and breathe and exist without anyone standing behind him, and surely, surely, a place like this taught Omegas those things, right?
Somewhere under the anger, a tiny ember of desperation flickered, a hope he refused to acknowledge out loud. If he was going to be exiled, he needed to be ready for it, he needed to survive, he needed to stop depending on a pack that never wanted him in the first place.
Adam squared his shoulders, fine. He’d learn what he could, he’d take whatever strength this place could give him, and when the pack realized, he wasn’t going to change?
He’d already be ready to walk away.
“Welcome!” came Vox’s familiar, over-the-top, cartoonishly bright voice.
Both wolves’ ears folded back at the crackling static that accompanied it. They turned toward the entrance, where the blue-and-black mascot fizzled into view on a screen bolted to the front doors.
“I’m afraid this is where we must say farewell to Ma and Pa!” Vox trilled.
Adam raised an eyebrow, flicking a look at Sera before glancing back at the screen. “You know it’s just my mother here, right?”
“Well! You can never be too sure,” Vox chirped after a burst of static that made it sound like he was actually scanning them. “Anyway! This is as far as the mother wolf can go. Please say your farewells now!”
“Oh.”
Sera blinked, genuinely surprised, she frowned, but Adam didn’t miss the subtle drop of her shoulders, the faint relief that leaked from her posture like a breath she’d been holding for far too long.
“Adam,” she began, turning toward him as she cleared her throat.
He shot her a sharp, warning look and deliberately edged a step back, denying her even the chance of reaching for him.
“I’ll call you and-”
“I’m afraid not!” Vox interjected gleefully. “Here at Morningstar Enterprise, we encourage troubled Omegas to have the space they need to breathe and heal! That means no interruptions or… distractions from the parent.”
“You mean I can’t check up on my son?” Sera demanded, eyebrows rising in disbelief. “Surely I can visit-”
“Of course!” Vox practically sang, lights on the screen flickering like confetti. The animated wolf with a TV head beamed with exaggerated cheer. “We host events, nights, when family may visit! A ‘parents’ evening,’ I suppose, but that sounds too childish… anyway! We welcome loved ones once every two or three months, a letter will be sent a week prior!”
Sera opened her mouth, no doubt to argue, but her jaw clenched, she inhaled sharply and nodded with a stiff, forced calm. Her fingers tapped anxiously against her hip before she turned to face Adam again.
“Um, well-”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Adam snapped, cutting her off. “You’re seriously leaving me here? With this rip-off Mickey Mouse?”
“Hey!” Vox squeaked, offended, but Adam ignored him.
“You’re a right bitch, Mum.”
Sera’s face did not waver, no flinch, no softness, not even a pinprick of sympathy. “Do not use that language, Adam.”
“Or what?” he scoffed. “You going to send me away? Too late, you already did, what else can you do?”
“Adam, please.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Enough already. I won’t see you again until the welcome evening and-”
“Welcome evening! I like that!” Vox chirped loudly to himself. “I’ll write that down!”
“Do you really want our last moments for a few months to be so negative?” Sera continued, ploughing forward as if Vox hadn’t spoken. Her posture straightened, shoulders tightening, arms crossing in front of her chest, the stance of an Alpha bracing for a challenge.
Adam’s instincts screamed at him to lower his ears, bare his neck, step back. Submit, but he gritted his teeth, this wasn’t some pack Alpha, this was his mother. Who was trying, purposefully or not, to intimidate him, and maybe he had pushed her far enough that she forgot he was still her son. He hated that thought almost as much as he hated this place.
“Fine,” Sera said at last after his cold, unbroken silence.
She stepped back, her eyes lingering on him for a heartbeat too long. He could feel the urge rolling off her, the desire to step forward, to hug him, to release the comforting pheromones a mother would use on a frightened pup, but Adam wouldn’t let her, not now, not when she’d already chosen to abandon him.
Sera swallowed, closed her eyes briefly, then fixed her curls with a shaky breath.
“Bravo! The tension! The drama!” Vox squawked behind them, clapping animated hands made of pixels. “What a show! What a sweet goodbye! Until next time, Mother Greentail! Trust us with your son’s safety!”
Sera blinked, owl-like, lips twitching as she hesitated, wanting to say something, anything. But no words came. Just a small, weary nod.
“Of course. I… I’ll get going now, then.”
She stepped toward the car, pausing and looked back at Adam one last time, as if she hoped, begged, he might call out.
He didn’t, and so, she turned away for good. She climbed into the car, shut the door, and drove back down the gravel road until her figure shrank into a purple speck, and then nothing at all.
Adam’s chest burned, his throat tightened and his vision blurred with angry, stinging tears he refused to let fall.
i keep seeing sinner adam and when people draw him, he is normally in a hell coloured version of his Angel robes. my question is…is that still just armour ? and does he still look human underneath it? can he take the mask off if he wants too?
my headcount is that adam is like Lilith when he falls or becomes a sinner. he still looks human but has horns, and since adam was an Angel, i personally say he’d still have his wings but maybe silver instead of gold? though it would be interesting if he did still have his golden wings! makes him an even bigger target then before lol
realised that while i do love lucifer and he is my favourite character…i think i would shit a brick if i saw him in real time. he is adorable as a cartoon character but if he was generally real…pretty terrifying right?
