Mar 9
Royal Family Portrait
Art by fantastical @daridi ❤️
Introducing Prince of Hell, Abel Morningstar, his husband Prince Consort of Hell, Alastor Morningstar Hell’s newest princess, Audrey Morningstar!
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Royal Family Portrait
Art by fantastical @daridi ❤️
Introducing Prince of Hell, Abel Morningstar, his husband Prince Consort of Hell, Alastor Morningstar Hell’s newest princess, Audrey Morningstar!
Art by @xxfreakypuff on Twitter/X
An awful lot has happened to Abel in a relatively short time. No wonder he's doing poorly. And let's not forget about how intimately he healed Alastor's wound not so long ago. That might be a factor as well.
Alastor read the message, one brow lifting… and so Lucifer and Adam both leaned in at the exact same time —and the moment they read the words: “intimately he healed Alastor’s wound”
Everything stopped.
Lucifer: *slowly turning his head, eyes glowing with paternal murder* …Intimately?
Adam: *already cracking his knuckles* INTIMATELY??
Alastor: *hands raised defensively* Now, now gentleman —let’s not misunderst—
Adam: *to Abel, horrified* What did you do with this lowlife sinner?!
Lucifer: *immediately checking Abel’s forehead for fever that isn’t there* Darling, you are FAR too young for anything intimate! FAR too young!
Abel: *weak, half-sitting up with a blanket around his shoulders* I—I am ten thousand years old…
Adam & Lucifer: (in unison) *without missing a beat* You’re our BABY BOY.
Abel: I’m— I’m literally older than entire civilizations—
Adam: *gently shoving him back down into the pillows* Babies don’t argue.
Lucifer: *tightening the blankets around Abel like a burrito* Especially sick babies.
Abel: *groans* Oh my gosh…
Alastor: *snickering behind a polite hand* All Abel did was lick my chest wound to heal it.
Both dads turned to him in perfect unison like a pair of attack wolves.
Lucifer: *demonic voice* Why did he have to heal you in the first place!?
Alastor: Because someone *looks at Adam* sliced my chest during our fight!
Adam: *summons his axe* And I with do it again if it meant your ass was double-dead! *about to charge in to start another fight*
Abel: *panicked* NO—NO—don’t fight! I’m fine— well, not fine but— please don’t fight, I don’t want yelling I just want *a sharp pain courses through Abel’s skull. He holds his head, sweat immediately pouring from his face and red blood seeps from his nose. The pain is so bad that it’s deafening to the fallen angel*
Instantly, all three adults froze.
Lucifer: *softening, cupping Abel’s cheek* Shh, sweetheart. You’re okay. No fighting. None at all.
Adam: *sits beside him, rubbing circles on his back* We’re just worried for you, baby.
Abel: *weakly* Still not a baby…
Alastor: *sitting carefully on the other side of the bed* Regardless of age, he’s correct. Much has happened to him in a short period. He needs rest.
Lucifer: *nods grimly* Spending prolonged time in Hell may contribute as well *laughs quietly* I remember when my angelic powers began to shift demonically. It was a terrible pain. Then again my entire body was still recovering from childbirth and the second fall…
Adam: *looks guilty for a moment before he automatically began reaching for tissues to help Abel with his nosebleed. Though seeing red blood coming out of Abel did trigger the memory of when Adam first saw Abel die after Cain murdered him.
Abel: *tired little sigh, trying to muster a smile* You… don’t all need to worry so much. I’ll… get better…
Lucifer: *stroking his hair* We’ll worry as much as we need to, darling.
Adam: *snaps out of his memory and comforts his son* That’s our job. You’re our son and parents will always worry about their kids. It’s in our nature.
Abel: *goes really quiet before he suddenly is being shifted around* Huh? What are you doing?
Lucifer: *getting behind Abel on the bed, pulling the larger man close, resting Abel’s head in his chest and lap. a soft smile on his face* Just making sure you have direct contact with my magic. *starts to run his fingers through Abel’s blonde locks, quietly allowing his angelic magic to seep into Abel’s being* Are you comfy?
Abel: *shifts a bit to rest on his left side, nodding quietly before he closed his eyes* Yes…
Alastor: *pulling up a chair nearby but not ruining the quiet moment. During one of their private talks, Abel had once revealed that he wanted to know what it was like to be held by his mother. Of course he meant as a child since Eve kept a distance, but 10,000 years late was still something. He wanted Abel to have this moment*
Adam: *next to Abel’s bed, on the other side, quietly watching this moment… but also taking a few pictures of Lucifer and Abel secretly for wallpaper on his phone*
Wouldn't Lucifer know about losing halos? I mean, he is the first fallen angel.
Alastor: *startles slightly when Lucifer suddenly appears in the doorway, wings half-flared with urgency* …Lucifer.
Lucifer: *stride sharp, eyes already locked on Abel* I heard he collapsed again. Move. *places a hand on Abel’s forehead without waiting for permission*
Abel: *weak laugh* Hi, Lucifer…
Lucifer: *murmurs under his breath* You look awful, baby. *his hand glows with a soft, warm, golden light*
Alastor: His halo being gone shouldn’t—
Lucifer: Oh hush. Halos are jewelry. Not life support. *focuses again* This isn’t about purity loss or “becoming a sinner.” Something has been destabilized deeper than that.
Abel: *breathing stutters, but his body visibly relaxes under the magic* …that feels… warm. Familiar.
Lucifer: *softens* Of course it does. You grew inside this magic. It’s your first home. *lets the glow flow down through Abel’s chest and up through his temples*
Abel: *eyes flutter, the blinding migraine easing for the first time in days* It… stopped stabbing… oh thank Speaker…
Alastor: *watching closely* Is he being healed?
Lucifer: Stabilized. Soothed. But not healed. *his expression tightens, worried but composed* Whatever is happening is rooted in his soul, not his brain. My magic can calm him, but I can’t cure it. Not fully.
Abel: *already sounding drowsy* But you made it better.
Lucifer: *cups his cheek* Of course I did. I’m your mother. My magic fits yours like a missing piece. But this… *glances at Alastor* This is something that’s been festering for a long time.
Abel: *leans into Lucifer’s hand, shoulders dropping for the first time in ages* I don’t… feel like I’m dying anymore.
Lucifer: Good. Just keep breathing for me. Let my magic settle. *keeps his hand against Abel’s chest, steady and comforting* We’re not done—this is only temporary. But it should give him a few hours of real relief.
Alastor: *quietly, a little shaken* Thank you.
Lucifer: Don’t thank me yet. *eyes flash crimson with worry* This ailment… whatever it is… is beyond simple angelic remedies. *he brushes Abel’s hair back, watching the boy finally relax into sleep*
Abel and Alastor walk side-by-side through Cannibal Town’s market strip, carrying a mix of errands: food for cooking, some fabric Abel liked, and— tucked under Abel’s arm— a sack of pastries he insisted they “absolutely needed.”
???: *sweetly* Well butter my biscuits and call me delighted—if it isn’t my favorite deer, himself!
Alastor freezes.
Actually freezes.
Abel watches his boyfriend’s smile become strained in a way he’s never seen— not angry, not nervous— more like someone bracing for a category-five storm in a tea hat.
Abel: Uh… Al? Who—
From around the corner sweeps Rosie.
Rosie: *claps her hands together* Alastor! You never visit anymore! And who is this precious little peach you’ve brought with you?
Abel: *blinks, friendly* Hello ma’-am, I’m Abel! It’s so nice to meet you!
Rosie: *leans in close, inspecting him like a prized trinket* Mmm… polite, glowing, and pretty as sunshine. My, my, my— look at you. No wonder Alastor’s been scarce.
Alastor: *hastily* Now, Rosie, let’s not—
Rosie: *ignores him completely* And look at you, holding bags for him. Are you two running errands? Is this a date errand?
Abel: *face turning gold* I—uh—well—we—
Rosie: *gasps dramatically* Oh honey, he’s adorable. Look at those adorable chubby cheeks Alastor, I’m stealing him. He’s mine now.
Alastor: *steps forward defensively, protective but polite* Rosie… you most certainly are not.
Abel: *laughs nervously* It’s okay! I—I think she’s joking?
Rosie: *winks at Abel* Half-joking, sugar *she loops around them, examining the pair with mischievous interest* Well, this is just delicious. The my favorite deer running around on domestic errands with a fallen angel. I could bottle this dynamic and sell it.
Abel: *confused* You… sell dynamics?
Rosie: Oh sweetheart, I sell anything if it’s entertaining enough *gives Abel a warm, but slightly predatory, smile* Welcome to Cannibal Town, dear. Any friend, or apparently lover, of Alastor’s is someone I’m simply dying to get to know better.
Alastor: *gently takes Abel’s wrist* I think our errands are complete.
Abel: Huh? But we still need—
Alastor: Our apologies Rosie, but you know how fickle some ingredients are when they’re not stored away. We must take off *already speed-walking him away*
Abel: O-oh! *looks at Rosie with a meekly smile* It was nice to meet you Miss Rosie.
Rosie: Ah! Such a gentleman! Alastor you certainly have gotten yourself a keeper! Come back soon, sugarcakes! And Abel’ please come visit my emporium soon! We can tea and lady fingers together!
Abel: *waving at her but glances back, wide-eyed to Alastor* ...Al? Why are we power walking?
Alastor: *tight polite smile* Because, cher… you have just met the most dangerous woman in Hell. And she likes you.
Abel: That’s… bad?
Alastor: For me? …Yes. Yes it is.
Alastor: Greetings Abel! Or should I say Hevel.
Abel: I see someone has been studying Hebrew. And please just stick to Abel no one has called me Hevel in years.
Alastor: Yes! I have some questions about your name.
Abel: Uh, okay? Like what?
Alastor: You’re Hebrew name is “Hevel” but when I looked up Lucifer’s name in Hebrew, I found out it’s “Helel.”
Abel: Yeah?
Alastor: that can’t be a coincidence, right?
Abel: They do sound the same and they do only have one ot different —
Alastor: *interrupts* Ot?
Abel: It’s the symbol of the sound. Like… how there are letters in the alphabet. Okay so you know how “Bell” and “Ball” are spelt similar but have one letter different and have different meanings?
Alastor: Yes.
Abel: Well it’s similar to that analogy. Helel and Hevel may look and sound similar in Hebrew, but they do NOT mean the same thing.
Alastor: Who would have thought your father was good at wordplay.
Abel: Sure sweetie, let’s go with that.
Abel: *playing peek a boo with Audrey*
Alastor: Hello my sweet little fawn~ and hello my little ram~
Abel: Good morning Alastor!
Alastor: I have a question for you my dear. When do you celebrate your birthday?
Abel: *blinks* My… birthday?
Alastor: Of course! You do have one, after all you was born!
Abel: I don’t celebrate my birthday.
Alastor: Why not?
Abel: I don’t know when it is. I mean. Calendars weren’t a thing back then. We didn’t have assigned dates as we do now.
Alastor: I suppose that’s fair. But you’ve never celebrated your own birth?
Abel: Nope. But I do know some humans made a feast named after me! Does that count?
Alastor: For the sake of this conversation, yes.
Abel: Yippee! *claps his have’s quietly as Audrey is still in front of him* Did you hear that Audi? Your Papa has a “birthday.”
Audrey: *has no idea what’s happening but giggles with her Papa*
Alastor: So what day is the celebration of your birth now?
Abel: On Earth, Catholics would celebrate “St. Abel’s Day” on January 2nd!
Alastor: *is stunned* Oh really? Interesting.
Abel: Why is that?
Alastor: My birthday is January 1st!
Abel: Awww a New Year’s Baby! That’s so cool!
Alastor: At least it’s easy to remember.
Abel what are your thoughts on that little spaz Nifty?
Abel: Oh she’s very adorable! But… she doesn’t like me very much *looks over*
Niffty: *stabbing a rat*
Alastor: Don’t take it personally my dear. She’s just doesn’t like your dad… and you’re a part of your dad…
Abel: As long as she doesn’t hurt Audrey she had hate me all she wants.
Alastor: *laughs* Oh my silly Abel. She won’t hurt Audrey. You worry too much!