GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1
Let's try this again lol
@gereng-week
Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon
Rating: T
Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng
Word Count: 1208
Read on AO3
Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.
The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon
“Luci, baby how are ya?”
It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”
“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’
“Fuck off.”
God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”
“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”
“Well… You see…I have this angel.”
“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”
“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”
“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”
A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”
“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”
“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”
Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.
“Are you back? How dare you–”
“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”
“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”
“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”
“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”
“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.
“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.
“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”
— — —
Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.
This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.
“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.
Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.
“No.”
“Arthur.”
“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.
Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”
“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”
A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.
Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.
“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”
“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.
Wait…That couldn’t be…
“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.
Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.
The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”
Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”
“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.
Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”
“You slimy frog.”
“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”
Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.
Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”
Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”
“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”
Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”
A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.
“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”
The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”
“What?”
“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”
“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”
“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”
“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”
Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.
Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.
“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.
Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”
“God…What have I gotten myself into.”
As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?
