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Even the devil has his weakness

Summary: Lucifer loves messing around with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel. His main target is Alastor and he loves playing with the deer demons patience. But what happens when said deer demon runs out of his patience? And what happens when Charlie offers her help to Alastor, so the Radio Demon can get some well deserved revenge? Turns out that even the devil himself has a little weakness of his own...

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of fluffy tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. As always a little OOC warning. Also a little warning for some restrains again (this time for Alastor's and Charlie's safety XD) some mild swearing and a few tiny dirty jokes (I am not sorry for this ;P. But they are harmless, so no worries^^). Again I am NOT a shipper, so please see this as platonic, thank you ;).

Word count: 8800 (I got carried away again. I swear, these fics are getting longer and longer XD)

Authors note: Another revenge story is finished. You can find the previous part here and if you have interest in some more fluffy Hazbin Hotel t-word stories, feel free to check out my masterpost^^

And to the two anons who send me this a few weeks ago:

I tried to add your ideas here, because I found them pretty fitting for the story :3.

PS: I hope my english is still okay. Remember that my mother language is german and not english and that you will find some grammatical errors in my stories^^

Last but not least I can only say this: I cooked a big meal for you in these last three weeks and I hope you'll enjoy it at least a bit haha. Now please excuse me. I'll go back to hiding under my rock... XD

Update: Sequel can be found here

Even the devil has his weakness

With a long and loud sigh, Alastor dropped onto one of the bar stools and buried his face in his arms, which he had previously placed onto the bar counter.

A behavior, that made Husker raise an eyebrow, because he wasn't used to anything like this from his boss. Alastor was a demon who never lost his composure, who always had everything under control and if that wasn't the case, he never showed his discomfort in front of anyone else.

But today he was the complete opposite from the feared Radio Demon he pretended to be day in and day out and the barkeeper couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards a little in pure amusement.

"Is everything all right, Boss?"

A grumble was the only answer Husker got to his question and that alone amused him even more. He could already guess why Alastor was in such a foul mood and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy watching the demon, who had him on a leash, suffer a little and he could already think of someone who had annoyed him so much that he got into this state now.

A lot had changed since Lucifer had moved into the hotel after the battle against Adam and his angels.

Husker had imagined many things under the name of "Lucifer", but certainly not the fact that the freaking devil himself could be like a hyperactive child when he wanted to be and yes, even for him there were days when he could only shake his head. It wasn't just once that he wished he was somewhere else, just so he could have some peace and quiet from all of these crazy demons and fallen angels around him that slowly drove him nuts.

But his Boss was usually the one who suffered mostly under Lucifer’s presence and that alone was reason enough for him to stay in the hotel and simply enjoy the show. Just as he had done again today…

The day had gone off to a good start, because when Alastor had been preparing lunch for them all in the late morning, Lucifer had appeared in the kitchen and one thing led to another. One tickly claw dragged across his back and Alastor nearly dropped his pot of freshly cooked Jambalaya and that alone would have been the starting signal for the Apocalypse. Fortunately, he had just managed to hold on to the pot just in time, glaring fire arrows at Lucifer, who had just smirked at him, before he had left the kitchen to leave him alone until lunch time.

Revenge followed only an hour later when lunch was served. Alastor had made Lucifer's portion extra spicy and the King of Hell suddenly didn't look so high and mighty anymore, as tears streamed down his bright golden face and sweat drops had gathered on his forehead. But stubborn as he was, he had tried not to let it show how much the spiciness of the food bothered him. Even though his golden face had spoken volumes and in the end he had even asked for a second serving, just so as not to embarrass himself in front of the Radio Demon.

In the afternoon, the quarrel went into the next round and this time it had been Charlie who got caught in the middle of it...literally. The young princess had made herself comfortable on one of the sofas in the lobby, when Alastor and Lucifer joined her. And barely a minute later, the two of them started arguing about who could put a smile on her face the quickest. In the end, it turned into a competition to see who could make Charlie laugh the hardest and the two had tickled the young demoness so much that Husker had to intervene.

Charlie had then quickly disappeared into her room, still laughing, and the two brawlers had looked for something else in which they could beat each other up.

It was now evening and the hotel was finally quiet.

Alastor winced slightly, when Husker put a glass filled with whiskey in front of his face.

"Calms the nerves," was the cat demon's short comment, before he resumed his work, which consisted of polishing a few glasses.

Alastor remained silent, only grumbling softly and downing the glass in one go, much to Husker's amazement.

"I would never have dreamed of, that the dreaded Radio Demon of all people would be sitting at my bar, looking like he needed to get something off his chest."

Alastor would have liked to wipe the broad grin off Husker’s face, but he was too tired and too annoyed even for that. Living with Lucifer was really pulling on his nerve strings and maybe, just maybe, he wasn't entirely innocent. Maybe he should just stop deliberately messing with that dwarf? But...it was so much fun to mess around with him...

"I don't need to get anything off my chest. I just need a few minutes' rest, that's all. Then I'll be off again, as Charlie and I have a few documents to go through and since our dear King isn't in the hotel at the moment, we'll take the opportunity and the peace to get this done quickly," he grumbled quietly.

"All right. But...if you do want to talk, you know where to find me."

Another grumble, louder this time and Alastor stood up without a comment, turned his back on him and disappeared into one of the hotel corridors with a half-hearted wave and he tried to ignore the broad and slightly gleeful grin on Husker's face...

The silence in the hotel lasted an hour until Lucifer returned.

As the devil entered the lobby and let his gaze wander around, he raised an eyebrow questioningly when he saw no one. Except for Husker, who was still standing behind the bar, pulling a face like seven days of acid rain.

"Hey Kitty, where's everyone else gone?"

The cat demon couldn't help growling, when Lucifer directed those words at him. It was bad enough that Angel called him one stupid nickname after another or that Alastor treated him like a pet, but now the King of Hell was starting with this shit too? Could his life get any shittier?

"I don't know. Angel and Vaggie went out earlier to get something for the hotel. I don't know when they'll be back. Niffty's off somewhere taking care of bugs and Charlie and Alastor are upstairs, working on something together."

"Aha, that all sounds totally interesting but...wait a minute…what did you just say? Charlie and Alastor? Up there? Together?"

"I wouldn't worry about that."

The fallen angel raised an eyebrow questioningly as Husker uttered those words. The look Lucifer could see in his eyes set his alarm bells ringing though, but he tried not to let it show. But he didn’t succeed in that at all.

"I should go upstairs and see what they're up to. Just to be on the safe side, you know? After all, I now know who Alastor is and how…dangerous he can be. Not that he'll do anything bad to Charlie. I mean, she's up there all alone with him and this could be quite dangerous you know? I better check on them..."

Even as he spoke, he was already walking towards the corridor that would lead him to his daughter’s room and Husker didn't even get the chance to shout anything after him. It would have been pointless anyway, as Lucifer, still talking to himself, had already turned the next corner and disappeared into the corridor.

The bartender could only roll his eyes with another growl and clap a hand over his face, as he could already see the next catastrophe ahead of him and could only wait for the inevitable bang that would surely follow soon...

Lucifer was oblivious to such thoughts, as he continued to walk down the corridor, muttering quietly to himself. And the closer he got to Charlie's room door, the more nervous he became, as he thought up all sorts of scenarios. Each with the same result: Charlie, undressed, on her bed and a certain deer demon...also undressed...also on her bed...

"Tze, “working on something”. Of course you are. So that's what they call it today, huh?" he growled quietly to himself and he quickened his steps a little more and the closer he got to the door, the faster his heart was pounding in his chest, as he imagined the wildest scenarios in his head that would certainly give him nightmares tonight.

When he reached the door, he paused and listened.

He couldn't hear anything suspicious and no other sound reached his ears...or...hadn't there just been a noise?

He pressed his ear against the door and listened even harder and sure enough, he could hear his daughter's voice on the other side of the door and...

"Alastor..."

He growled out the name and listened intently.

"Are you sure there's enough room on your bed?"

"Of course, Al. Just make yourself comfortable."

Lucifer felt his right eyelid begin to twitch and his claws threatened to dig into the wood of the door.

"May I leave my coat there?"

"Of course you can. But you could have left it in your room in the first place. I mean, you don't need it now anyway, with what we're doing here."

“Fair enough. And Charlie, dear, we don’t need to use your bed. We can always change over to using your desk, if that’s more comfortable for you.”

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back and the moment when Lucifer couldn't hold himself back any longer and let the helicopter dad off the leash.

Growling, he grabbed the doorknob and tore the door open with a loud "AHA! I finally caught you two during..."

He paused abruptly in mid-sentence and took in the image before his eyes at that moment:

Charlie was sitting on her bed, a sea of documents next to her, which she was trying to sort through until the door was ripped open and her father came stomping in. Alastor was standing slightly away from the bed and had just hung his coat over the armrest of an armchair. He looked at Lucifer with wide eyes and couldn't quite process what had just happened or what accusation he was facing all of a sudden.

When it finally made “click” inside his head, his face turned bright red. Partly out of anger and partly out of shame, at having been accused of something like this.

"What the...?! Dad! Have you gone completely mad?"

Charlie said what the Radio Demon was thinking and apparently the young princess was just as annoyed as he was about the accusation. Her scowl just spoke volumes and it made even the devil himself cringe.

"But...I...I mean...I thought you two would...well...you and him, alone in your room…I thought..." the devil stammered to himself and with every word that left his lips, his voice became more desperate and a slight golden glow settled over his face, as the embarrassment now rose within him as well.

"What did you think Dad? That we were having sex here?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Charlie could see how Alastor flinched at the word. She knew he was a demon who refrained from certain physical activities and she respected that and apparently her father hadn't been told about it yet, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here now, golden-faced and stammering helplessly, hoping to find some excuses to justify him stomping into her room like a lunatic. He also seemed to forget the crucial point that she was already together with Vaggie. Oh man, that was so typical of her father. He only heard the name "Alastor" and thought the worst...

"What? No, never, little apple. I would never think that…Uhhh...well...maybe I would? I mean, you two have been spending a lot of time together lately. Can you blame your old man for having second thoughts?"

"Dad! Alastor and I are business partners. We work together. He keeps the hotel running with me and there's a lot of work that we share or sometimes work on together. Nothing more. So relax."

By now, her anger had faded and given way to amusement as she saw the golden blush on her father's cheeks intensify and a sideways glance at Alastor told her that the normally big, bad Radio Demon had now lost his composure as well, which he was desperately trying to regain. He cast death glares in Lucifer's direction and only seemed to be able to stop himself from causing a bloodbath here and now because of Charlie.

"How about the mighty King leaves us alone now, so we can continue our work?" Alastor pressed out behind gritted teeth and Charlie thought the lights in her room flickered briefly, as the Radio Demon’s rage seemed to spread slowly and was almost palpable.

"Calm down, Al," she said, as his eyes turned into radio dials.

"Oh, come on, Rudolph. Don't twist your cute little tail over a simple misunderstanding~."

And that was the spark that detonated the bomb.

With an animalistic growl, Alastor manifested some tentacles from his back, which grabbed the King of Hell, who couldn't react that quickly and before he knew what was happening, he was thrown back-first onto the bed. Documents whirled around, as he fell onto the bed, trickling carelessly to the floor, for Alastor no longer had eyes for them, but only for the prey he had just caught. A smaller tentacle slammed the door of the room shut, while the rest literally tied Lucifer to the bed.

"Charlie, dear, please, make him shut up already. I can't take it anymore!" the deer demon growled, as he sat down on the bed next to Lucifer's head and rubbed his temples with both index fingers, which inevitably made Charlie giggle and earned her a playful glare from the larger demon.

“I am serious. When I hear him speak, my headache is getting a headache too…”

It was always highly amusing to see how quickly her father managed to upset the otherwise so composed and polite deer demon.

"Come on, Al, you're not exactly innocent either. After all, you let my dad provoke you all the time and you provoke him too. It's not just me who's getting fed up with your banters, you know? How about you two finally sort it out?"

"No way!" was the synchronized reply of the two brawlers and now it was Charlie who rubbed both of her temples in frustration.

"Annoying Bambi is my new purpose in life," the King of Hell said with a broad grin on his face and he didn't seem the least bit frightened that he was lying there and could hardly move. He could free himself at any time, but who said that he wanted to? No, he was far too curious about what was going to happen and besides, he was bored anyway. This was a welcome change from the dull afternoon he had spent pretty much on his own. And if he was honest: He hated being alone…

And besides, he would take every opportunity, no matter how small, to annoy this stag. It always worked so well with him. Just like now, because Alastor growled into his face, when he sat down comfortably on the bed above his head and then motioned for Charlie to join him. Which the princess did. However, she sat down at her father's side and grinned down at him.

There was a look in her eyes that made Lucifer feel very uneasy and he felt a nervous flutter in his stomach, which he didn't like at all.

"You really should stop provoking him, Dad. Haven't you teased him more than enough today? At some point it really has to be enough."

"Oh please. What did I do that was so bad?"

"Are you serious?" the Radio Demon hissed with a hint of radio static in his voice and when Lucifer put his head back to look him in the face, the larger demon looked at him so darkly that it sent a little shiver down his spine.

"Now don't be like that. Nothing bad has happened."

"Dad, seriously. Stop it. You almost ruined Alastor's lunch today, which he spent a really long time on, cooking. And what happened after that...well, I don't even want to talk about that."

This earned the young demoness a broad grin from her father and also from Alastor, as they knew what she was referring to: The spontaneous tickle attack in the lobby, which even Husker had had to intervene in.

"Ha, ha, very funny!" she grumbled and she couldn't prevent the slight blush appearing on her cheeks.

"While we're on the subject, I’ve just got the perfect idea to get the excess energy out of you and give Alastor and maybe even me some revenge on you."

The fallen angel looked at her skeptically with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

Alastor perked up his ears curiously and hung on Charlie's lips, as she continued talking.

"First you torture Alastor in front of the whole group a few weeks ago, then you almost ruin his lunch and you keep teasing me too all day long."

"Oh come on, Char, Char. I wouldn't call that torture. You saw for yourself that Bambi didn't mind and had a lot of fun, otherwise he wouldn't have provoked me further in the end, so I kept going," the King grinned and waggled his eyebrows mischievously, as he looked up briefly at Alastor and noticed the slight blush on his cheeks that gave him away. But the stag remained silent and vehemently avoided eye contact with him, only grumbling quietly to himself.

"Besides, I could have moved the whole thing to his radio tower. It would have been interesting if the whole of hell had found out that good old Al bleats like a fawn when you tickle him...or that he's ticklish in general."

The Radio Demon's eyes darkened upon hearing this.

"I would strongly advise against that, Your Majesty! I wouldn't want you to end up in my radio tower!"

"Relax, little buck. My lips are sealed. This stays between us, so don't worry. I'm just teasing you a little."

"You've teased me long enough! Charlie is right: we should urgently do something about your excess energy, Your Highness."

"Oho, when you say that, it sounds kind of dirty. Please go on~."

"Charlie! Please, shut him up already!" Alastor growled darkly and he seemed to be on the verge of losing his last bit of patience now.

The princess had to stifle a laugh, as she listened to their bickering. These two really were worse than any demon child she knew. Like a mixture of water and oil. Or rather like the spark that hit dry grass and then ended in an inferno.

But she could understand Alastor and that he was fed up by all the sex jokes that had been raining down on him recently. First it was Angel who had started all of this and now her father was also doing this kind of jokes in his presence. The latest joke had almost made Alastor tear him apart. He was about to leave the hotel to visit his friend, Rosie, and her father had caught this and had called after him, if he was about to go full “bow chicka wow wow” on his “girlfriend”. Fortunately, Charlie could intervene and prevent Alastor from killing her father (not that he was capable of doing this, but he would have destroyed her hotel for sure), as radio dials had appeared in his eyes, spinning dangerously and he had snarled like a beast at him, before she had managed to push him out of the main door of the hotel to separate him from her father…

She was pulled out of her thoughts, as her father kept messing around with Alastor, even in his current predicament. Oh man, he would never learn his lesson…

"What was that, Rudolph? So weak and pathetic that you have to beg my daughter for help? I really expected something different from such a strong and scary demon like you. Or are you not all that, huh? Are you just acting so strong to hide the cute little fawn that's inside you and that I tickled out of you a few weeks ago?"

"Ohhh, that's enough!" Alastor hissed and he clapped his hand over Lucifer's mouth.

"Just shut up!"

He could see the mischievous grin twinkling in the king's eyes and with a startled squeak, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Did you just lick my hand?"

"Otherwise you wouldn't have taken it from my mouth."

"That's disgusting!" the younger demon grumbled and, bold as he was, he brought his hand to Lucifer's side and wiped the spit off on his coat. The loud squeak that cut the air shortly afterwards surprised him so much that he quickly pulled his hand away and stared down at the King in amazement, who avoided any eye contact with him and was biting his lower lip so as not to give himself away.

"What in the unholy hell was that?"

A giggle, coming from Charlie, drew his attention back to the King's daughter and he looked at her questioningly.

"Actually, I wasn't going to tell you, but it would only have been a matter of time before you found out on your own anyway."

"What? What would I have found out? Come on, my dear, out with it!"

"My father is ticklish. And I don't just mean a little ticklish, I mean really ticklish. Even worse than you." She uttered the last words with a teasing grin, which made Alastor grumble.

"Oh please...I'm not that ticklish..."

"No, of course not. You were just screaming through the whole lobby when my dad and I tickled you."

Alastor's face immediately rivaled his clothes.

"Ohhh, this sight was simply divine~," Lucifer teased him now too. Again with that mischievous twinkle in his eye and a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.

"If I were you, I wouldn't speak such big words anymore, my King. Not after the information I've just heard. In the position you're in right now, it would really be fatal to test that theory, wouldn't it?"

"Charlie is lying..." was all the fallen angel had to say and he pouted like a little child and avoided eye contact with Alastor and his daughter, who giggled again at the words and immediately scooted a little closer to him.

"You know very well that I'm not lying, Dad. You are by far the most ticklish being in the history of creation."

"Now you're totally exaggerating, Char, Char."

"Oh really?"

"Really. Go ahead and try. I can assure you of one thing: You won't get a single sound out of me."

He said this with such seriousness in his voice that one could almost buy it. But Charlie knew better and she was only too happy to accept the challenge. When she looked into Alastor's face, she could see his eyes sparkling with anticipation and she couldn't blame him for having some vengeance pent up inside him that was now desperate to get out. Not only for the tickle attack in the lobby, but also for all the teasing and mean nicknames her father had given him. And she didn’t even start with all the dirty jokes the poor deer had had to endure recently.

"Well, let's see if you can actually keep your word, my King~. If you insist on not being ticklish, then it shouldn't be difficult for you to stay quiet and not laugh," Alastor said, whose grin became so evil that it sent another shiver down the devil's spine. But he lay still with an iron face, looked the Radio Demon firmly in the eyes and clenched his hands into fists, as he felt the tentacles around his wrists and ankles tighten their grip, stretching his arms far above his head and pinning his legs firmly to the bed.

"Do your worst, Bambi! You won't break me!"

Alastor raised an eyebrow questioningly, maintaining eye contact, as he lifted his hands, intending to bring them to the button placket of Lucifer's coat. Before his hands could even touch it, however, it suddenly burst out of the fallen angel. Like lava shooting out of an erupting volcano, his fit of mirthful laughter poured into the room, even though Alastor hadn't done anything yet and Charlie didn't do anything either, just sat next to him and giggled when she saw her father's strong reaction, which didn't come as a surprise to her.

He had always been so ticklish that it was enough already to wiggle her fingers at him to make him laugh and apparently it was still working on him.

"Wow...that went faster than I expected..." Alastor remarked as he watched the King's strong reaction with amusement and could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had imagined the devil much differently back when he had still been a human, but certainly not like this...

"No, no, no! Stop it! Bad Bambi! Bahahahad Bambihihihi! Stohohohohop!!!"

"I'm literally not doing anything. I'm not even touching you!"

Alastor really had to pull himself together not to join in with the King's cheerful laughter. He tried to remain serious, but Lucifer's laughter was so loud, sounded so cheerful and grew louder and higher with every second that he had to bite his own tongue to keep up his serious expression. And yet he hadn't done anything at all. He was just hovering his hands above his body and apparently that was already enough to make him break.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked Charlie and the princess just nodded her head, giggling.

"I told you, he's by far the most ticklish being ever."

"Interesting..."

The grin on the Radio Demon's face took on sinister proportions and he now looked more like the devil than the devil himself. Said devil was now writhing like a worm in his bonds, laughing and begging while literally nothing was happening to him at all. Oh yes, this would be very entertaining for sure…

"Oh, please don't! No! NO! Stop it you two! Please!" Lucifer said, his voice getting higher and squeakier, as Charlie started undoing the buttons on the bottom row of his coat and Alastor took care of the top row, which wasn't so easy, considering that Lucifer was wriggling around like a beached fish and making all sorts of funny noises. But that made it even more entertaining.

"The great and powerful devil, the evil of all mankind, ruler of all demons, most terrible being in the history of creation, can't even stand us just opening a few buttons on his coat. Oh, if my dear Mama could witness that. Then she certainly wouldn't be afraid of you anymore," Alastor teased him as he slowly, more than slowly, undid one button after another, before his hands met Charlie's.

"Y-you shut up, bellhohohop!"

"And why would I do that? Is it suddenly not so funny anymore when you're on the receiving end, getting a taste of your own medicine to try? It's okay to tease and mock me all day, but when the tables are turned, suddenly I’m supposed to shut up? Oh no, no, that's not how this game is played, Your Highness!"

"I have to agree with him there, Dad. You've been teasing him all day. It's only fair that you get a little taste of your own medicine. And since you're always making fun of Alastor, this should be a fitting punishment for you. At least we're giving you a reason to laugh now," Charlie said as she pushed the white coat aside and opened the red and white striped vest to reveal the white shirt her father was wearing underneath.

"He's all yours, Al."

The deer demon didn't need to be told twice. He made himself even more comfortable on the bed, bent a little over Lucifer’s head and very slowly brought both hands to his captive's sides, making tickling motions with his fingers.

"My claws can't wait! But where should they start? Maybe here, on your sides? Or maybe on your ribs? Under your arms? Or maybe on your little belly~? There's so much to choose from..." he said, enjoying the explosive reaction he was getting for his teasing, as Lucifer kept a close eye on his hands and his grin almost threatened to split his face in half. And the closer Alastor brought his hands to his body, the more the Seraph squirmed on the bed and laughed so loudly that Charlie thought it was already echoing through the entire hotel.

It was nice to see and hear her father laughing so light-heartedly again, especially as she knew that he had been going through a lot of depressive phases recently. Even if this was perhaps a little too radical, but he needed that...

"I think I'll start on the sides."

Alastor’s highly playful voice tore her out of her thoughts and she couldn’t help the amused giggle, coming out of her mouth as she enjoyed the show.

"No! No, no, no, no, no, NO! NO! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!!!" Lucifer screeched and he arched his back, laughing loudly, as Alastor's claws were about to touch his sides. But they didn't. Not yet. A few centimeters still separated them from his body, but that alone seemed to be enough to make the oh-so-great King of Hell almost go through the roof with laughter, as phantom tickles spread all over his skin. His body was already trembling and he laughed and squealed and begged, but nothing softened the heart of his tormentor.

"Just look at you. I'm not even touching you and you're already laughing your head off and begging for mercy. I thought neither I nor Charlie could get a single sound out of you? How quickly you broke your word..."

"He didn't get the title 'Father of Lies' for nothing, Al," Charlie said with a grin and she couldn't take her eyes off her father's face. He looked so happy and carefree and seemed to be having the time of his life. His reaction wasn't so strong for nothing, because a lot had built up inside him over the years and it seemed to be bursting out of him all at once. So many pent-up emotions, so much excess energy...all of it came to the surface at once now, bursting out in a wave of laughter and squeals and shrieks and snorts, even though the actual tickle attack hadn't even begun yet.

Tickling Alastor had already been funny, but her father took it to a whole new level and the knowledge, that he allowed them to do this to him, was just the cherry on top, because he could free himself at any time, but chosed not to, as he was clearly having a lot of fun with fooling around like this.

"Okay, okay, okay! I was lying! But like you didn't do that when it was your turn, Alphonso!"

The deer demon gritted his teeth, before a growl rose from his throat again and his ears pinned back.

"Stop calling me those stupid nicknames already!"

"A-and if I don't want to, you grumpy old moose? Then what?"

Alastor felt his eyelid twitch dangerously and for a moment he wrapped himself in silence, until...

"AHHHHH! No! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! Please! Don't do that! Not there! NOT THERE!!!"

Lucifer nearly exploded with laughter, as Alastor brought his claws under his arms and wiggled them across the thin fabric of his shirt. All the while, he kept his eyes on the fallen angel, delighting in his reactions or the way his face scrunched up, before he started laughing so loudly he was sure it could be heard through the walls of the room. He tore at his restraints like a savage, writhing back and forth, but he couldn't escape his fingers as they mercilessly followed his every move.

"Then this “grumpy, old moose” will do this!" Alastor remarked, smirking as he walked his fingers over Lucifer's trembling and surprisingly ticklish arms, before they reached his armpits again and moved over them like spider legs, causing his victim to wince and squeal loudly.

"Okay! OKAHAHAHAY! I'll take it back! AHHH PLEASE! Stohohohop it! Al, pleahahahase!!!"

"Oho, all of a sudden the moose is turning into Al? We're making progress~."

He took his hands out of the angel's armpits and gave him a little break, which Lucifer gratefully accepted, as he dropped back onto the bed and filled his lungs with fresh oxygen. A soft giggle still came out of his mouth, which got a little louder when Charlie wiped two small tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Just a few seconds of tickling is enough to bring the King of Hell to his knees? That's pretty pathetic..."

"Oh, you know what, Alastor? Screw you!"

"What? Can't handle the truth? Can't handle the fact that you're just too ticklish for this world? That I might only need a single claw to defeat you? Oh, what am I talking about? As ticklish as you are, I would only need a small feather to defeat you. Ohhh, just imagine my next broadcast: The King of Hell, defeated by a fluffy little feather, because he is way too ticklish for his own good. Hell would go crazy over this~."

With every word spoken, the golden blush on the fallen angel's cheeks intensified and he mumbled something into his non-existent beard, which the younger demon couldn’t understand. As dark as Lucifer scowled at him, it wasn’t something nice though.

Alastor could hardly believe what he was seeing. He, a mortal soul, brought the King of Hell to his knees with a few simple words. He had truly messed with many demons in the past. Powerful Overlords and other nasty fellows, that hell had to offer, but Lucifer? The Lucifer? The damn devil himself? Bringing him to his knees gave him the greatest feeling of power he had ever felt and yet...there was something else mixed in. It wasn't this sadistic feeling of superiority that was now affecting him, but something completely different: he was having fun. Honest fun. Something he hadn't felt for a while. Since living in the Hazbin Hotel, he found himself giving in to this feeling more and more often. Normally this should worry, even scare him, but it didn’t. Not anymore…

Charlie had been the first to make him feel that way. Then it had been Niffty, and gradually the rest of that crazy gang and now the bloody King of Hell himself. Even though they were often fighting about something, Alastor couldn't deny the fact that he did enjoy these banters. He loved the attention he got and Lucifer still gave him this strange feeling of what it would be like to have a father figure in his life. And he loved this feeling, had started to crave it even, especially after what had happened to him in those past seven years. Of course, he would never admit that in front of him, because the teasing that would follow would most likely drive him to the brink of complete madness and made him move out of the hotel and to Cannibal town, just to safe the last bit of his reputation and dignity.

So he kept his thoughts to himself and concentrated fully on the here and now again, because he wanted to carry on and he secretly hoped that this incredibly ticklish angel could hold out a little longer, because he didn't want it to end so soon.

As defiant as Lucifer looked at him a moment later, Alastor knew he could still take a lot, because the next teasing wasn't long in coming either and was meant to deliberately provoke him.

Apparently, Alastor wasn't the only one having fun with this silly situation...

"I can help you with feathers, little fawn. A lot of feathers, in fact. I have six wings full of them. If you wanted them, you should have just told me when you were lying here in my place. But...we can test it out sometime. Let's see how long you can stand it, huh?"

"Stand what?"

"My wingtips under your arms, on your sides, your belly, your ears, just everywhere~. Let's see how long it would take me to break you. You're making fun of me and that I'm so ticklish? Damn big words for someone who begged for mercy himself and only because I tickled his little tummy. Do you still remember that? That would also be worthy of a special broadcast: the big, bad Radio Demon can easily be brought to his knees. Just poke him in the sides and he's on the ground. Do some scratchy, scratchy to his widdle belly and he bleats like a fawn~."

Now it was Alastor's turn to turn bright red, as he just imagined this.

Great. This wasn't supposed to be like this. After all, he was the one who had tied Lucifer to the bed and was the one in charge here! He was the one tickling and teasing him and not the other way around! And yet the devil actually managed to turn the tables and throw him completely off his act with those teasing words, flustering him beyond belief. Charlie's giggling didn't make it any better; it made it worse, if that was even possible.

"Ohhh, come on, Alphonso~. I can hear your widdle tail wagging~. Looks like you really can’t wait that I test that theory, huh? And I will, be sure about that and then…Awww, now don't look at me with such bewilderment. I've known about your cute tail for a long time by now, but kept it to myself. Do you really think I missed how much it wagged when I tickled you in the lobby? Please. I noticed this right away, but didn’t say anything.”

"Stop it already..." Alastor grumbled and at that moment he seriously considered calling the whole thing off and merging with the shadows in order to get out of this embarrassing situation with some dignity left. But...that would have little to do with dignity. He would look like a coward and only show Lucifer that he was weak. He had to be strong and just rise above it. And he had to get his damn face color back under control, which wasn't even that easy when you were on the receiving end of the teasing. And his stupid tail needed to stop wagging too! That had been happening far too often lately! A little bit too often, for his taste. Oh man. Since he lived in this blasted hotel, his reputation as a feared monster was truly gone…

"Stop? Oh no, no, no, buck. I'm just getting started~. Did you know that angel feathers tickle much worse than normal feathers? No, I'm sure you didn't know that, but I'd be happy to show you. Or you can just ask my little Charlie here. She's already had her experiences with my feathers. Back then, when she got really cheeky with her old man. I pinned her down, spread my wings and then...AHHH! SHIT! CHAHAHAHARLIE!!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Charlie had dug her fingers into his belly to quickly silencing him. Still giggling, but now also with a slight blush on her cheeks, she continued to tickle her father, not giving him a chance to finish his story. Much to the amusement of Alastor, who watched the whole thing with an amused shake of his head.

If anyone had told him before he died that this was what life in hell would be like, he would have labeled them as completely crazy.

"Aren't you going to help me, Al?"

His grin widened when Charlie asked him this question and without answering her verbally, he brought his claws back to Lucifer's body. While Charlie took care of his belly, Alastor took care of his sides, ribs and armpits, switching back and forth between the spots to keep Lucifer guessing, scratching under his arms, playing his ribs like a piano, squeezing his sides and it wasn't long before the room was filled with lots of merry laughter, loud squeals and all sorts of other funny noises, coming from Lucifer. And Alastor tried to ignore the fact that his tail was already becoming a propeller again; wagging so fast it was witness to the fact that he was still having much fun and Charlie felt no different, for she was also having the time of her life right now.

"You should have told me much earlier that he is so ticklish, dear. If I had known, it would be so easy to shut him up. I would have done this much earlier," Alastor remarked with an amused smirk and he couldn't take his eyes off Lucifer's face anymore, as he let his claws slowly stroke over his sides. Up and down and on and on, making the fallen angel jump beneath him and he tried so hard to wriggle away from the claws. His limbs tore desperately at the tentacles, but they didn't give him free and he simply had to surrender to the tickle attack.

"Stop, stop, stohohohohop, AHHH! PLEAHAHAHASE! T-two against one isn't fahahahahair!!!" the devil squeezed out under his laughing fit and he arched his back as much as he could when Alastor had found a particularly ticklish spot on his upper ribs and lingered there, just moving his index fingers teasingly over that one little spot. If he hadn't been holding Lucifer down with his tentacles, he was sure he would be jumping through the ceiling right now.

"We never said this was going to be fair~, Charlie teased him, as she was about to push his shirt up a little, only to let her fingers teasingly brush over his now bare belly. Very slowly, from one side to the other and she giggled herself as she saw the muscles twitching wildly under the pale skin and at the same time loud squeals mingled with her father's laughter.

"Pah! He tells me I can't take what I dish out, but he's not much better himself. He can't stand his own medicine at all," Alastor remarked, his grin almost splitting his own face in half. He let his index fingers slide agonizingly slowly from his ribs up into the angel's armpits again and scratched gently over the thin fabric of his shirt. His captive's laughter grew a little louder and even his hips lifted off of the bed for a second. Apparently a good spot to linger for a while...

“S-Stahahahahap ihihihihit!”

"Ohhh, what's the matter, my King? Does that tickle? But I thought you weren't ticklish? Then it shouldn't bother you at all. So why are you laughing then? Did Charlie and I perhaps do or say something funny? Don't you want to share the joke with us?"

"Y-your fahahahce is the joke, Bahahahambihihihi!"

Charlie giggled in amusement, as she saw how Alastor pinned his ears back again and gave her an annoyed look.

"After all that, he's still got such a big mouth?"

"You should know by now that my father never learns his lesson."

"He'll learn this one. We'll make sure of that..." the stag growled darkly and he focused again on that wriggling something under his claws.

"Where is he most ticklish?"

Lucifer's eyes widened and he looked pleadingly at his daughter, but she just grinned and waggled her eyebrows mischievously before looking at Alastor again.

"Try his shoulder blades. Where his wings normally meet his back. He can barely stand it."

"CHAHAHAHARLIE! Y-you little traitor! AHHHH! NOHOHOHO!!! Damn you, Alastohohohor! Get your hahahahands off mehehehe!!! Th-thahahat’s an order from your kihihihing!!!"

"If you would say the command with a little more seriousness, I might even be inclined to obey. Just stop laughing and I'll take my hands away immediately…my King~"

Alastor's grin turned slightly sadistic, as he saw Lucifer try to say something back, but all that came out of his mouth was some stammering that he couldn't provide, before a loud scream broke out of him and he began to squirm as hard as he could under the attack, as Alastor slid his hands between the mattress and his back and carefully searched for the spot Charlie had mentioned and apparently he had found it right away, judging by the explosive reaction he was receiving, as he dug his claws in.

He was all the more shocked when the wings of the fallen angel suddenly manifested themselves and almost swept him off the bed. Three pairs of huge, beautiful white and red wings were now lying there, right in front of him, shaking already and Alastor paused in his attack for a moment so that he could process the sight before his eyes. He simply ignored Charlie's amused giggles and the fact that Lucifer was still laughing like a maniac, as the princess continued to tickle his belly. At that moment, Alastor only had eyes for those glorious wings and he wanted to bury his hands in that mass of fluffy feathers. But he held back, for reasons unknown to himself.

Perhaps it was because he considered the wings of an angel to be one of his most sensitive parts and something like that was not something you just touched? After all, he didn't want to be touched on his ears or his tail just like that.

Strange that it was down here in hell that he suddenly learned something like morals...

Charlie's cheerful laughter snapped him out of his thoughts and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before winking mischievously at him when she apparently understood why he was suddenly so quiet, causing him to tilt his head questioningly.

"His wings are great, aren't they?" she asked, stopping her tickle attack for a moment, to let her father breathe.

Apparently she had noticed his dreamy look, which immediately brought a blush to his cheeks again and he nodded his head shyly.

"Even I have to admit that they're quite...okay," he mumbled, slightly embarrassed that she could read him like an open book.

Yes, he was just far too proud to admit that he had never seen anything more beautiful than those wings. Where would he end up if he admitted something like that out loud? And then in front of Lucifer? After all, he still wanted to keep a little bit of his dignity!

"Quite okay? They're the best thing you'll ever see in your life, Rudolph! And I can assure you of one thing: You'll soon be feeling them! Every. Single. Feather! Just you wait until I get my hands on you! I am so going to make you pay for this! Same goes for you, Charlie!"

The Radio Demon couldn't help rolling his eyes, but he tried to ignore the slight shiver that ran down his spine at Lucifer's threat and he could feel his thin fur bristling under his clothes as he was just looking at those wings and imagining how much it would tickle when those feathers touched his skin...

"That can get pretty nasty indeed. Just too bad your strongest tickle weapons are also your Achilles heel, Dad."

Alastor’s ears immediately perked up at this.

"Charlie! Stop saying things like that!"

"Why should I? I'm just making sure the odds are even if you feel like giving Al a taste of your feathers."

Lucifer was about to say something in response, but all that came out of his mouth was a loud, high-pitched scream, as he felt claws curiously slipping under his feathers, searching for the soft skin beneath. When they found it and when they started to wiggle, his laughter faded briefly into silence and his wings began flapping wildly up and down and Alastor had to be careful not to get hit. The documents from before flew through the whole room now along with a few smaller feathers from his wings and Alastor and also Charlie really had to be careful now not to get hit by one of those massive wings.

"Oh my, I didn't expect such a strong reaction..." the Radio Demon remarked with an evil grin and he carried on happily, telling Charlie to do the same, which the princess didn't need to be told twice.

“GODDAMNIT YOU TWO! AHAHAHA STOP! STOP! STOP! NOT MY WIHIHIHIHNGS! OH PLEAHAHAHASE! COME OHOHOHON! STAHAHAHAP!!” he shrieked as his laughter faded into silence once again.

They ignored his begging and while Alastor took care of the top set wings, Charlie pressed her lips against Lucifer's belly and blew a big raspberry into his skin. Another loud scream cut the air, as the devil had regained his voice, which not only made Charlie's ears ring, but Alastor's as well and the deer demon had to let go of the king’s wings and quickly grabbed his wrists with his own hands now, sensing that Lucifer was now seriously trying to break free from his tendrils, as Charlie dug her fingers into the bottom pair of his wings.

"Damn it, he's strong!!!" Alastor growled and he had to concentrate all his strength to keep him pinned to the bed, as he got to feel a tiny bit of the true power of the Seraph.

"I can't hold him much longer, Charlie, be careful," he warned the princess and only a few moments later, Lucifer managed to break free from his grip. The tendrils let go of him and disappeared and Alastor let go of his wrists at the same time and the devil disappeared in a cloud of golden dust, only to reappear at the other end of the room.

Still giggling softly, he rubbed his arms over his sides to get rid of the phantom tickles that were still maltreating his body and he quickly hid his wings again. His hair was a mess, as his hat had fallen off his head right at the beginning and was now lying carelessly on the floor next to the bedside table. His stomach muscles burned like fire and yet it was one of the best feelings for him, because it had been a long time since he had laughed this hard. He felt as light as a feather himself at that moment. As if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders...

"And they call me the devil. You two are the real devils here!" he said, as he wiped a few tears from his eyes, but his persistent giggle and broad, happy grin took all the venom out of his words and he showed Charlie and Alastor that he wasn't serious with what he had just said, that he just meant it in a playful way.

"I take that as a compliment," Alastor replied, who gave the fallen angel an amused grin, just as Charlie did.

"I'll take your word for it, bellhop."

"If you want a second round, you're welcome back on the bed. I'm sure your daughter would keep me company again."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. Don't you two have something else to do? Like going through some documents?"

“You mean the documents that are now scatted through the whole room, because of you?”

“Now come on, Bambi. I am pretty sure you, as the facility manager of the hotel, can clean this up in a second.”

“Oh, why you little…”

Lucifer smirked.

“Heh, gotcha!”

"Dad, stop. You’re stalling now."

Charlie's highly amused words caused the glint of gold to return to his cheeks and he quickly cleared his throat, embarrassed.

"I'm not stalling at all!"

"Oh no?"

"No, Char, Char. I just remembered that I have something important to do myself."

"So? And what could that be, Your Majesty?" Alastor asked him teasingly.

"Something very, very important. So important that I'd rather keep it to myself. Well then, you two, see you around."

And in the next second, Lucifer was gone, leaving Alastor and Charlie sitting on the now messy bed in a mess of documents and feathers all around them, totally bewildered but still highly amused.

Did Lucifer learn his lesson that day?

Probably not...

Oh yes, life at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't easy and yet Alastor didn't want to be anywhere else but here.

As he had already said it to Niffty a few weeks ago:

One could really get used to this crazy bunch of demons and fallen angels...

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