#lucifer centric

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P.3 HH Lucifer-centric AU 2/?

STORY 1, STORY 2

AO3 VER.

Chapters:

1,

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Charlie Morningstar’s whole world is gone.

Her father is dead. Her mother still hasn’t answered the phone, not even a single goddamned ring. The Seven Sins, usually loud and impossible to avoid, have essentially ghosted her, too grief-stricken to show their faces in Pride.

And Alastor.

Charlie actually doesn’t know where he is. None of them do. The only proof that her former host is still alive is the fact that Husk and Nifty still feel shackled to him. A quiet confirmation that the Radio Demon is somewhere out there, breathing, living, hurting.

He disappeared the moment her father was killed.

But, Charlie can’t blame him. If Vaggie—if the love of her life—died in her arms, she wouldn’t be seen again either. She’d disappear into the deepest corners of Hell, crawl into the cracks between the Rings, let the dark swallow her whole. Hell would be without an heir.

Except now Hell is without a King. 

But knowing that doesn’t stop the jealousy. Doesn’t stop the bitterness. Doesn’t stop the voices in the back of her mind asking why Alastor, of all people, get to break? 

‘Why not me? Why do I need to be strong?’

Charlie’s the daughter. She’s the one who held the metaphorical crown as it slipped from her dad’s-. 

‘Fuck! I can’t even fully say it. I’m so weak.’

She’s the one standing in his place. She’s the one forced to smile through the crack in her chest like everything is fine.

She’s. Not. Fine!

Not since her dad DIED!

Charlie grips her amulet until her hand trembles. If she pretends hard enough, she can feel gem pulsing faintly like her dad’s magic, and every time she touches it, something inside her twists painfully.

‘Vaggie might be right in me doing self-punishments.’

She and Vaggie sprint down the palace halls, boots slapping against marble no one has had time to clean up in decades. The corridors feel even colder now than when she was last here. That moment was when her mom took her and just left without saying goodbye to her dad.

Vaggie keeps glancing at her with that worried look again—the one Charlie hates. The one that says you're slipping, and I don’t know how to stop it. Charlie doesn’t want comfort. She wants answers. She wants her father back. She wants the world that was stolen from her.

They reach the throne room and find Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb flanking an intruder.

An angel.

He’s kinda young-looking. Blond curls, a small gap between his front teeth, his halo crooked and flickering a bit like a dying bulb. His feathers are brittle and filthy, and he shakes every time someone breathes too close to him.

Vaggie’s spear is already in her hand.

Angel Dust shoves the trembling creature forward.

Angel: Found him snoopin’ around the south wall. Said he came lookin’ for you, Princess.

Cherri: And he’s lucky we didn’t just knock his ass out and toss him on the street.

The angel clears his throat, voice quivering.

Abel: Queen Morningstar… I—I’m sorry to bother you. R-really sorry. But I…My name is Abel. Like the son of uhm. Guess that’s not a good thing here but I. I was sent to ask… Heaven has heard that the angels who fell into Hell—th-they’re dead. All of them. S-so I was sent to confirm. Did… did you do something to them?

The room freezes.

Charlie stares at him for a long moment before speaking, her voice low and cold.

Charlie: Me? All they got was what was coming to them.

Abel: T-they’re dead!

Charlie: I don’t know who you are, nor why you think you’re owed anything here. But let me make something very clear, angel. I have people to protect. Demons I won’t neglect. So I’m not taking any fucking chances.

Abel swallows and glances around at the demons staring him down. His wings twitch like he wants to run, but he forces himself to stay put.

And then the truth starts to spill.

Abel: H-Heaven is in chaos. It’s on lockdown. There’s… there’s corruption spreading like mold through the ranks. N-No new souls are arriving. Earth is… it’s frozen. And the higher angels—th-they’ve barricaded themselves inside their own gates.

Vaggie’s eyes widened in shock. She looks around and it seems like she’s not the only one.

Abel: You’ve noticed, right? No new souls have arrived since the battle. Earth has been… paused. The higher choir froze everything. They’re trying to contain the corrupted before it reaches the throne. E-Emily… she’s still fighting. There’s a resistance hiding in the ruins of Heaven. Well, wh-what’s left of it, anyway. They’re trying to stop the rot from spreading.. I-It’s not much… but we’re trying.

Then he drops a bomb shell.

Abel: He… h-he made it back to Heaven. Redeemed. We’ve been trying to-

Cherri: The fuck?!

Charlie’s expression snaps.

Charlie: Are you trying to make me a fool in my own home?

Abel backpedals quickly, shaking his head.

Abel: I’m not lying! I swear I’m not! I—I know how it sounds but-

Cherri: Sounds like bullshit! You guys don’t really believe that, right?

Angel: I mean, we can’t know for sure. Does he even have proof? Hey, Abelline, do you have proof ta show? 

Abel panics. 

Abel: Not right now! Connection is tricky but I can try and will show you as soon as I can, please.

He begs. Not for his life—Charlie sees that clearly. He’s begging for help.

Abel: I’m risking everything coming down here. I know what my father did. I know what the Exterminations did. I’m not here to defend that. I just—Heaven is dying. And I need— we need—

Charlie: Why should we help you? It’s because of Heaven that my dad is dead. So honestly? I don’t think I owe you anything.

Abel flinches but doesn’t back away.

Abel: I d-don’t expect forgiveness! I don’t expect anything! I didn’t even want to come. I’m not a fighter, I’m not. But, I came for my brother.

The room stills.

Charlie’s eyes narrow.

Charlie: Cain’s not in Hell. I know that much from human stories.

Abel shakes his head frantically, feathers trembling.

Abel: Heaven’s records say Cain fell into Hell without dying, just like Queen Lilith. If he’s here… if there’s even a chance he’s here… I needed to try. I needed to see him again. Just to see if he’s okay. It’s my selfish reason for coming here.

His voice cracks.

Abel: And Archangel Michael… he’s missing. He never returned to Heaven after the battle. The other archangels are holding the gates, trying to contain the corrupted. They’re not killing any demon or angel souls, they’re trying to find a cure. But nothing is working.

A noise echoes from above, the sound of something heavy scraping across the palace rooftop. Charlie and Vaggie exchange a look.

She turns back to Abel, voice filled with ice.

Charlie: You won’t even be able to step outside without being killed. The only reason you’re still breathing is because I made this place a sanctuary for the fallen that is willing to work for us. We have injured former exorcists here who can’t leave. And now that we know Heaven isn’t letting anyone in or out, none of them can go home. So tell me again. What can you possibly offer us?

Abel doesn’t hesitate.

Abel: Archangel Uriel thinks King Lucifer isn’t… gone.

Charlie freezes.

Abel: His thread in the Fates, we can still see it. It’s broken, yeah. But it still exists. When someone dies forever, the thread disappears completely. Sir Uriel thinks… something is wrong. Something we in Heaven can’t trace. There might be clues here, in Hell.

Charlie turns away, done. But before she can take two steps-

Abel collapses to his knees.

Abel: Please! I’ll do anything. I know what my father did was cruel and unforgivable. So I’ll— I’ll go out there right now and let the Root kill me if that’s what it takes to show how desperate we are. I’m not asking you to save Heaven. I’m asking you to help the next angel who comes here begging for their life.

Slowly, Charlie looks down at him. Vaggie sees her face go through a thousand emotions before sighing.

Charlie: Okay.

Abel gasps in relief, eyes lighting. Until Charlie transforms. Her horns curl upward like molten obsidian, eyes multiply, burning red and merciless, there are flames licking through her hair and crown, turning her silhouette into a towering eldritch blaze.

Abel’s breath stutters.

Charlie: If you make one wrong move, you’re done for. Do anything I don’t approve, you’re done for. I could snap my fingers, and you’re done for. Understand?

Abel shakes like a leaf caught in a storm, but he doesn’t move away. Not even an inch.

That, more than anything, seems to satisfy Charlie. She retracts her demonic form, returning to the exhausted queen she was moments before.

She turns to the others.

Charlie: First order of business, then. Nifty, Husk, I need you two to look for Alastor.

There is a beat of silence.

Husk: How exactly would we do that?

Nifty opens her mouth, closes it, opens it again. Even she can’t chirp her way out of the uncertainty hanging in the air.

Vaggie’s brows knit together as she watches Charlie. She sees the flicker of an idea behind her eyes and feels her stomach drop.

Vaggie: Oh no. We are not going there. Can't we just ask Rosie?

Charlie shakes her head.

Charlie: We will. But she’s not enough. Not this time. We need someone with eyes everywhere who can work fast.

Husk: Are you gonna fill me in or what?

Charlie tilts her head, voice flat.

Charlie: If there’s anyone here who is obsessed with Alastor. and has eyes and ears wide enough to find him, it’s Vox.

Nifty: Oooooo. TV bad boy!

Husk groans so loud it echoes.

Husk: Great. Just how I wanted to spend my day. 

He turns to Angel dust with a hint of smile

Husk: Ya comin’, legs?

Angel doesn’t miss a beat.

Angel: Always for you, baby. Would loooove to visit V-tower as a free man.

Cherri rolls her eyes and elbows him.

Cherri: Quit flirtin’ in front of the royalty, dumbass.

Angel: They know what they signed up for.

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I promise we'll see Al and Luci again! It wouldn't be a Luci centric fic if he's not here

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I am now Lucifer motivated again to finally FINALLY continue the 3rd part of this series.

And perhaps more Executioner Theory one shots

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P.3 HH Lucifer-centric AU 1/?

STORY 1, PART 2

AO3 VER.

Chapters:

2,

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Despite everything that has been taught, the first sin ever committed was not in the Garden of Eden. The first sin ever committed happened in Heaven.

God created seven archangels: Michael, responsible for protection and guidance; Gabriel, entrusted with delivering messages; Raphael, guardian of healing and restoration; Uriel, vessel of wisdom and prophecy; Jophiel, embodiment of beauty and enlightenment; Camael, spirit of divine love and courage;

And finally, Samael, who is responsible for joy and creation.

Scripture insists he was God’s most beautiful angel, and even that was an understatement. His eyes were said to shimmer with something that mirrored the stars, his hair flowed like spun gold, and his voice sounded like the harmony of a thousand choirs. Even his wings were told to look like they were woven from pure light itself.

Some angels whispered that looking at him too long felt like staring into dawn before the sun even rose.

He was the last of his siblings to be created, yet he was the most perfected one. He embodied God’s vision of worship in every form.

God: My Morningstar.

Samael never knew that, though.

So when the Almighty created humanity, Samael didn’t care for them at first. They were small, fragile, and easily frightened. Like the little ducks he made just years earlier.

Samael: I suppose they are rather cute.

They were nothing like the angels, who were all duty-duty-duty or Father-Father-Father or constant orders and obeying. These creatures weren’t made of song and light. No feathers, no halos, not even magic sparkly hands (Samael was kinda bummed about that. Making sparks of light was his favorite pastime).

He honestly thought humans might break if he breathed on them too hard.

No. They’re just literal flesh and bones and will.

Then, somehow, in some way, on his first visit to Eden, he saw himself reflected in them. They were so vastly different in every shape and form, but there he was, in their eyes, in their wonder, in Lilith’s their yearning for more.

There was something raw and honest in them that he had never seen in Heaven’s polished halls.

He realized that he loved them more than he loved the Father, believing that he understood Adam and Lilith more deeply than God Himself.

And that was when the first sin entered the heart of a being.

Pride.

And like a sickness, it clung to him, latching onto anything it could reach.

When Samael gave Eve the apple of knowledge, scripture reduces it to the giving of forbidden fruit, granting free will and the understanding of good and evil. Adam and Eve were only ever called tainted—forever changed from God's intended image of them.

The Root of All Evil may have been sparked by the apple itself… but the other entity, the first shadow—

It came entirely from Lucifer. Not Samael.

Sometime during the first few centuries, he thinks that he hasn’t been Samael since the moment he looked into Adam and Lilith’s eyes. It’s a quiet thought, one he never says aloud.

Not that Heaven knew.

The moment Samael Lucifer touched Eve’s hand when he gave her the fruit, something slipped into her. It crawled into her soul like a virus, making itself at home. It was small enough that Heaven missed it.

Or perhaps Heaven simply refused to look at humanity long enough to notice. Not until the wars, the slavery, the genocide, and oh god, the bombs—all those useless deaths-!

As humans grew more prideful, more violent, more tainted, the seed never went hungry. It fed. It grew. Into something not even Heaven expected it to be. It took several millennia before those holy beings finally saw the effects.

Humans called it Corruption when they invented language.

Heaven labeled it the Degradation Point, an erosion of the soul, corrosion in its rawest form; an invisible force that didn’t distinguish between sinners and saints. They were lucky some souls still ascended and made it past the gates, but most fell downward instead, dragging a piece of Corruption with them. 

The exterminations came late, 10,000 years too late, but they were Heaven’s only method of thinning Corruption’s spread a little at a time.

No one in Hell knew what this entity was, or that it even existed! Not even Lucifer knew what he’d unknowingly created, what had been growing from his first sin.

(On her isolation beneath Hell, Roo wonders if they were placing the blame on the wrong person again. That old man above is supposed to be all-seeing and all-knowing, yet his making of the Morningstar is what caused all this. Not to mention creating the apple. Sometimes she wonders if Heaven ever takes responsibility for anything at all.)

But Lute knew.

Of course she did. Because Adam knew.

He told her of a power that made Heaven tremble. And so, she searched, spending countless hours through Adam’s old documents, through the Holy Archive, through whispers from shady elder angels, through whatever Lilith would (or wouldn’t) say. The sinner never spoke openly, but the silence she offered was enough to point Lute in the right direction.

Silence can be louder than any fucking confession.

Every trail led back to one place. The source of everything Heaven tried to bury. The place where Eve’s corrupted soul had been sealed away:

The Garden of Eden.

And there Lute found it. A shadow of a wisp. She stared at it through the holy barrier, her heartbeat loud in her ears.

Lute: I’ll avenge you, Adam. Those filthy demons will pay if it’s the last thing I do…

She screamed as she pushed her prosthetic hand into the barrier, the gold angelic metal sizzling the further she went. Lute faintly hears a portal being opened behind her, but she pushes through.

Michael: Lieutenant, stop!

The angelic energy is working its way up her shoulders, burning her slowly.

Then…

Everything shattered like delicate glass. The wisp disappeared into a cloud of smoke as Lute inhaled.

And for a moment, just a moment, she swore she could hear it calling to her. Everything around Lute is pulsing with energy she has never felt before.

It felt so good.

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Wow. Finally, I'm no liar anymore.

Chapter 1 of almost 2 years in the making

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A HH Lucifer-centric Snippet

“I am now Queen of the most formidable realm in all of Creation… and my entire family is gone. Have we- have I not given everything?!”

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 15/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

hooo weee this is a long one. A reaction chapter part 1

A few things to clear up:

Sir Pentious is in Heaven

They do not know that yet.

He'll have a part in the sequel!

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Charlie is beyond worried.

She and the entirety of Pride sat in anticipation as Hell's highest powers perform the ritual again. Her dad disappeared a month ago and in his absence, she thinks she had handled Pride rather well. Vaggie and her friends were a big help though, as well as her uncles and aunts if they could.

Charlie has not missed once broadcast ever since it aired. Every time she looks for her dad among the demons and every time she's disappointed.

She keeps watching anyway in support- no matter how busy she was. The hotel residents do the same, dropping what they were doing to all sit in the couch together and watch this 'til it ended. The first time it aired created a mass panic that Charlie had to induce a Hellshake to placate her people. It somehow worked.

After the panic, it became the biggest hit "show" in Pride, resulting in the production of legit merch and even a few parodies- like it's just a game, like this can't kill them all.

That craze lasted almost 2 weeks but even the fanatics stopped watching when it was apparent that this wasn't a quick fix. Panic again then calm then panic- over and over and over again.

Vaggie: Babe?

Charlie: Hey, Vaggie.

Charlie tried to give her lover her usual smiles but she thinks she haven't given one ever since her dad left. Worry and guilt are eating her whole and she's just trying to stay afloat.

Vaggie: Hey, come on. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?

Charlie: Flatterer.

Vaggie: Not wrong though. But don't try to change the subject. .. Is it about your dad?

Charlie: I don't think I remember a time in a hundred years when it wasn't. When did it go so wrong, Vaggie? We were so happy when I was a kid..

Something inside the princess whispered her mother's name. She shakes off that thought because there's no way. Her mom and dad loved each other.

'But then why did they split? Why did your mom leave? Why did your dad fall in love with someone again?'

The voices are making a point but there's no chance her dad was going to tell her everything and it's not like her mom is even an option.

When Vaggie told her that Alastor and her dad were something, she tried to think of every moment she saw of her dad and the radio demon together after the hotel was rebuilt. The princess of Hell trusts Alastor but she doesn't know if she can trust him with her dad.

But..

Charlie: Dad is happier.

Vaggie: Huh?

Charlie: Sorry. Was thinking of him and how Alastor is probably helping him come out more than I am.

Vaggie: Hey hey. I know your dad would be devastated if he knew you were thinking that. He loves you and you love him, right?

Charlie: More than anything.

Vaggie: That's my girl. Now why don't we-

Cherri: Holy shit! Guys! The broadcast turned on again!

All of them rushed to the lobby upon hearing the cyclops yell. They thought it was over 30 minutes ago when the nth overlord and Goetia fainted. Guess Vox was a bit afraid he would be next and turned it off to save face.

Angel: Holy shit!

Holy shit indeed. The one on the screen is none other than her dad! And a beautiful lady in white?

Husk: Who the fuck is that?

Nifty: She looks so clean! I wanna know what products she use.

Vaggie: Do you know who that is?

Charlie: Probably who dad was looking for.

Goodie: Such words! Angel, was self-preservation not included when you gave them the fruit of knowledge? Lucifer: Apparently not.

Okay, they clearly missed out on some context because her dad just arrived and he's mad. They watch as Lucifer grabs Velvette's face hard enough to bleed. Everyone is kneeling and seem to be locked in place. Husk eyes Alastor's monstrous form in the background warily.

Husk: Something happened.

Lucifer: I can't blame you. I was not the most present ruler, after all. But I thought I made something very clear when I dealt with that moth man.... I guess one example isn't enough.

One moment Velvette was struggle and the next her fucking jaw is gone!

Angel: Holy shit!

Husk: Ugh! You keep saying that. Don't you have any other words than holy shit?

Angel: 'M sorry, Huskie. But what else am I supposed to say to that huh??

Charlie's winces but her eyes are still glued to the screen as her dad summons his flaming sword and brings it down to the pink demon.

Lucifer: So, let me keep it simple. I'm Lucifer Morningstar. The creator of the first sin. The angel that damned humanity. Í̷̫̈́́͂̒̚̕͝͝͝'̶̨̛̺̤̿̀͒͛̂̿͋̄̑͆́͘͠͝M̴̝̯̖̦͍̽̎̏͆̔ ̴̛̛̄̋̈̑̓̀̓̃̄͐͗ͅŸ̷͇̙̟͈̭̥̬̻̙͔̠̱́̽̊̊ͅÔ̵̤͙͈̬̫̪͕̼͍͌̀̔͜U̴͈̼͖̯̤͌̀̀̓̾̔͆̈́̊͑͗̕͠͝R̵̨̹͍̦͒͌̋͒͆͌̄͛̓͑̔́͜ ̸̝͑̐̀̉̃͠͝F̵̞͖̮̗̗̜̯̯͔̮͒̊͒̈́̈́́̽́̂̂͑̎͝U̵̟̙̱̙̯̤̼̙͈̳̘̫͊̈̀C̷̙̞̔̅̊͌͋K̷̖͙̼̪̠̾̄̅̾͘I̵̛̩̘̜͖̩̙̿̐̽́͊́̒͆̆̎̑͗N̴̤̏̂͝G̸͋̋̍ͅ ̵̡͈̩̹̗̹̝̻̬͍̗̬̲̳̟̍͋̽͛̒̉̍͊͑̑̋̅̽Ḳ̷̡̬͔̞̱̤̬̮͉̙͇̪͛̅͊̚I̵̤͙̪̞̝͔̱͎̜̩̖̺̟͔̙͊Ṉ̵͈̤̘͚̻̙̼̓͂̌͋́̎͜ͅĢ̸̭͔͇̹̹̳̭͋̓̒͗̈́̉̈́̂̚.

They all had to avert their eyes as a giant ball of flame came down to finish Velvette off.

Lucifer: Û̶̪̌͐́̂̆͠͠n̸̛̟͕̱͍̫̘̻̣̱͈͈͇̱̜͛̓͗̏̅̇͋̒͆͊̓͗̚͠d̷̢̢̨̼̙͈̞͈͓͈͙̂̌͋̔̂̉̍̈́͆̿̈́̕͘͜͠e̵̛͍̯̫̼̫̐͛̊̒̆̉̓̊̽̓̒̒̚͘ŗ̶̨̢̧̮̜͙̪̹̯̙̪̤̠̝̓́̒̋͆̆̓̿͐̄̓̕̚̕ş̷̛̮͖̰̝̟͇͕̟̞̳̟̪̥̂̀̈́̈͗́̿̐̔̎̕̕͠t̶̮̖̭̹͓͉̪̣̦͙̖͍́͐͂̑͒̑͂̑̾̓̍̊͝ô̵̥͓̥͐̄̏̀̾̀̽̆ò̴̜͇̣̣̳͖̗̹̟̇̓͑͝ͅd̸̨̨͈͓̠͑͑̒̎̈́͘͠?̸̟̎̈

Even the sinners in the safety of the hotel nodded in fear. Lucifer made a delighted noise and with a clap, Velvette is back in one piece, albeit trembling in Vox's arms.

Lucifer: What? Do you really think I killed her? Sounds counterproductive. We still have a situation at hand and you are no use to me dead. Goodie: Up now! My sister is becoming restless.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. Angel collapsed to Husk's side, when did he even stand up? Nifty didn't move a muscle but her maniacal smile is gone. Cherri started fiddling with an ignited bomb out of nowhere which Angel had to move to throw.

Goodie: Remember, angel, if this fails, you must do what I have told you. Lucifer: Let's start.

Angel: Holy shit.

Holy shit indeed.

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Part 16 will be the 2nd part of the reaction before Lucifer goes in!

Dk if I will post on Wednesday as it will be my birthday! yayy

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Reddit style Lucifer AU

I think it would be funny if Hell had their version of Reddit and Lucifer, the King, a struggling father who is trying to fixhis relationship with his daughter, who is fighting depression, and a being as old as time being courted by a psychopathic serial killer cannibal takes toit to ask people for advice in situations he’s not sure if he’s the asshole or not.

even funnier if he takes to human Reddit but everytime he puts in his age, it just automatically redacts but only in the eyes in the humans.

every commentor is like ? Whyd u redact ur age? And he’s like ?? I didnt? I said im a (REDACTED) years old?

and they be no???

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/22

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21

STORY 2 - Sequel

I can't believe it?? I made it, Ma!

Luci's General Suit inspired by this FANART on twt by @kajina_97

This is the COMIC that inspired me to write the whole thing because I wanted this ending so bad klajdklsa it's by @Sandranetta_13 on twt

Dk what tomorrow might entai. Might be the first chapter for the sequel?

Let me know what you guys think! Please, I'm very desperate.

I'm willing to do a Q&A regarding your thoughts. DMs and Asks are OPEN! <3

Will link the sequel here once posted

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Everything was relatively normal the following week. His and Charlie's long overdue moment with no more miscommunication made Lucifer feel a whole lot better. He couldn't ask for a better daughter.

Dressing himself in one of his battle suits, he felt like he could take on the world. Nothing says King of Hell like your best warrior outfit and a badass sword in full display.

Lucifer: Looking pretty dapper there, me.

Lucifer doesn't even bother to style his hair- it now flows animatedly like that of Lilith's.

Flowers were still being sent to him especially when he was first spotted roaming around the hotel after a week-ish long recovery. Charlie had the amazing idea of making a greenhouse or some sort of garden to put all the flowers and keep them alive as long as possible.

They got rid of any red ones after someone sent a buttload of them which then caused him to have a mini panic attack. Alastor is subtly trying to take that moment off his mind by leaving Marigolds everywhere. It's sweet but soon they're going to need a separate greenhouse for just the Marigolds. Where'd he even get these??

Finding his first Marigold of the day, in the bathroom of all places really Alastor??, he makes his way to the lobby. Everyone was there doing their own thing.

Husk and Angel are at the bar as usual, with the latter talking animatedly about something that puts an endearing expression on Husk's face. Nifty is putting on roach puppet shows for Alastor. The radio demon notices him and conveys his most 'help me' face but he just chuckled and gives him a thumbs up. The cyclops named Cherri is today's gift screener, grumbling about the pollen and the shitty taste some demons have.

Charlie and Vaggie were talking to a small group of demons by the entrance. As soon as his daughter sees him, she said something to the group then walked over to him.

Charlie: Good morning, dad!

Lucifer: You look busy.

Charlie: They're sinners who are asking about the hotel! I'm so happy that people are at least coming here to check it out. Did you have a good sleep?

Lucifer: Well, I don't feel like passing out today. So pretty good!

Charlie: That's great, dad!

Angel: Short king! Looking good in that fit!

Cherri: Yeah! Do a spin, hot stuff!

He blushes at the sudden attention. Everyone is looking at him in awe- maybe it was too much?

Alastor: Nonsense, dear.

Alastor appeared beside him in a flurry of shadows, seemingly reading his mind. He bends down at Lucifer's level to whisper in his ear. He plucked the Marigold Lucifer was holding, putting it behind the King's hair.

Alastor: I, for one, think you never looked so.. raveshing~

Damn him.

Lucifer: Shut up.

Lucifer hisses in response. Like, seriously? In front of his daughter? Thank Father, Charlie didn't hear that.

Charlie: Yeah! You look so cool. I don't think I've seen you wear that except for when there's a banquet.

Lucifer: Yeah, well, I wanted to look put together after everything.

Charlie softens at his words.

Alastor: No need for that, sire. I'm sure no one is foolish enough to comment negatively on what the King of Hell chooses to look like.

Lucifer: What does that make you then?

Alastor: Privileged, my King~

Lucifer rolls his eyes at the audacity but he can't help but smile. Man, he never thought he'd miss their constant banter.

Charlie: You look awesome, dad, okay? Al, please slow down with the Marigolds, Nifty's going crazy. Oh! Dad, right, Aunt Bel called said that the Sloth Ring is making incredible progress and that she'll visit again soon. I think Aunt Bee is planning a party with the other Sins and would like it to be held here in Pride! At the hotel! It would be so cool and of course if you're not ready I can tell them and maybe a little get together would be better. I'll even invite Sev! He gave flowers for you too and Vaggie was so jealous when I said he was my ex and thought the flowers were for me, she was so cute-

Lucifer tried, but he stopped listening halfway through his daughter's talk. It was a bit of an information overload but he kept a small, genuine smile on his face for her.

Then something caught his eye that made him stopped smiling altogether.

Charlie notices this causing her to stop talking.

Charlie: Dad?

He should answer but his eyes were locked on the wall behind Charlie. Plastered on the higher part of the lobby's wall was a glowing mark- gold wings with a dot on the center.

Lucifer turns around so fast to look outside the hotel's window. Heaven looks so out of place up there, sticking out like a sore thumb upon Hell's red skies.

A glint in the distance made him act. Without warning, he took off with such force that those inside the hotel were knocked down by the gust of his wings.

He breaks the window on his way out and pulls out Lightbringer. Lucifer brings the sword up and-

A powerful explosion lit up the sky. The sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over Pride. At that moment, everyone became so hot that they couldn't bear it, as if their whole body was on fire. They wanted to rip their skin off just to get a sense of relief but then the sky shut closed. A strong thump was heard by every demon in the vicinity and then they were all thrown a few meters.

It felt like an eternity before Charlie and the others could get their bearings. Those that didn't get knocked out went outside, once there, they see Lucifer far up in the sky, holding up a flaming sword. The signature pentagram of the city has been fractured by whatever happened and demons all around were either hurt or unconscious.

Charlie: Dad!

Charlie calls out to her dad but he doesn't acknowledge her. His gaze never leaving Heaven, as if he's seeing something that no one else can.

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A screen locked on Hell zooms out as the machine's voice rang out 'target disengaged'.

An angel looking similarly to Lucifer, except there's blue tints on the spots where Lucifer had reds, was looking down at Hell pulling back a large, golden gun. They blew the smoke residue and sighed.

Michael: Hello, Lucifer... Still causing trouble, I see.

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it's done??

cliffhanger but don't worry, there's a sequel!

I spent 30 minutes looking for that comic that inspired this ending.

Did y'all catch that Lemmino reference? I'd have that description in my head rent free ever since I watched Grazed by the Apocalypse

Again, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! This was my first published baby and I'm so proud !

[sinner-sunflower]

I will beg on my hands and knees for Viv to have Lucifer make an appearance in Helluva Boss in Sinsmas.

PLEASEEEE LET US SEE EVERY SIN. I WANNA SEE THEIR DYNAMIC IF LUCI IS IN THE ROOM 😭🙏

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If you want more Luci and Sins interaction: plugging my Lucifer Centric fic HERE !