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Alastor couldn't stop thinking about the other day where he helped Lucifer choose an outfit for Beelzebub's upcoming party. It had really sparked something in the radio demon. There was interest and attraction. He wanted to spend more time together and his mind would wander with thoughts he hadn't had for anyone else, atleast not down in hell.

He'd spent the whole day coming up with how to ask Lucifer out without it being too obvious that he was asking him out. Then another hour on top of that to work up the courage to appear at the door to Lucifer's room. Alastor spent another few minutes contemplating knocking, nearly chickening out twice before finally knocking.

"Lucifer? It's Alastor. I wanted to ask if you something..."

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“Don’t play coy with me, King of Demons.”

The light of her mask watches from the bars of the improvised “cell” they made for her within the depths of the hotel basement, the shackle still tied to her ankle clanging softly as she shifts from where she’s crouched on the floor. “You had that filthy beast that calls himself Vox right there on the stage. You could have slaughtered him right there. Why didn’t you.”

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Lucifer Morningstar. The Devil. From the Bible.

This was everything her father had trained her for. All of the years of studying, an entire lifetime of trials and testing and fortitude to keep her from falling into the warm, traitorous embrace of sin.

And throughout her life, Lucifer had always seemed like more of a far-off, impossible concept. The bogeyman under the bed or lurking in the closet, rather than just... a guy staying in the suite down the hall. But there he was.

She hated it.

This was the guy all of humanity feared? The guy who liked rubber ducks a little too much and bickered with the hotel manager? She didn't believe it for a second.

Which is why she had to stay on her guard! Imp or not, he was the father of lies. The great corrupter. The progenitor of the curse of Sin and Death that had befallen man.

She approached him, quiet and cautious.

"So," she started, "you're Charlie's dad?" A heavy silence hung, the way she looked at him with an off-kilter wariness in her wide, luminous eyes betraying the unspoken understanding of just exactly who he was.

"She, uh... sent me to tell you that group hand-holding or whatever starts in fifteen."

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"Hey soooo" Abel said eyes casting down to the ground. He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted slightly. This was harder than he thought it was going to be.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for... my dad. And everything. I know that's not going to fix anything. But, Petentious said it's a good place to start."

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Apple Pies and Fall Goodies || @theserpnt

Humming to herself, dancing as she moved about, Aya was hard at work in the Hotel's kitchen once more. It wasn't uncommon for her to take it over, only to emerge later with some new treat or food for everyone to try. Especially when emotions got high or someone was upset - it was her way of trying to help. So it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone walking into the kitchen to see her there.

Her humming is soft and gentle, relaxing. But the moment she hears the door open, she stops, song cutting off suddenly as her shoulders tense briefly. Like she doesn't want anyone hearing her humming.

The counter was covered in baking supplies - dough for crusts, bowls full of spice mixes, and apples. So many apples, in a pile as she has one on the cutting board, slicing it. When she turns to see who came in, she smiles. "Oh! I, um, Your Majesty-," she can't help being formal. She hardly knows him after all. "I, um, I was just working on a dutch apple pie. Would you like to join me?" Doesn't ask if he wants to help, but he's more than welcome to if he'd like - she'd just be happy with the company.

[alastors-radioshow]

💋 ( you said 'come one come all' so i took that personally )

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss

Oh. Oh, that was... Huh. Color him intrigued. He wouldn't have considered the possibility of Lucifer approaching with such a request. Ah, but Alastor was nothing if not creative. He considered his usual approach. A Hershey's Chocolate Kiss. Ah, but that could be considered rude, non?

So, he would reach out, slender fingers closing around the shorter male's hand. Gently, awfully so. More so than one might think the stag capable op. Pale, warm lips softly brushed against the back of Lucifer's hand, pressing a fleeting kiss against it. Like a true gentleman.

"Bonsoir, Your Highness~"

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Angel had no idea why Lucifer was looking at him so pleadingly right now. Even if it was only for a little while, obviously he adored the idea of playing spouse with the literal king of Hell. It was a lifetime opportunity, after all! A funny story he'd tell for ages. He walked over with a huge smile. "Yep, that's right. I mean, obviously, he'd marry the biggest pornstar there is. Ya can't just leave somethin' like that on Hell's table!" He wasn't gloating, he actually hoped that lie was convincing enough.

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The mortal blinked at the tiny little thing in front of him. He'd cock his head to the side like a curious cat. This was him?

"A little short to be an exiled Prince of Heaven, don't you think~" The human teased with a giggle into his hand. "You're so adorable! You could fit in my hand, dear~"

"I pictured you taller~"