Lucifer Morningstar

You got your Kill and Marry mixed up there, pal (sorry Lu).

#vox rp #alastor rp #lucifer rp #thebigbossofhellhimself

I'm impossible to kill and already married. I don't like this game.

Do you miss those days when your daughter was shorter than you?

I do miss is a bit, but i have also loved getting to watch her grow into a beautiful, strong young woman.

And not matter how tall she is, she'll still be my little girl.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin rp

//don’t know if you are okay with oc interactions but wanted to shoot this one! Feel free to ignore if not wanted.

(Tempest was storming past the hallways of the hotel. Her fur in a bunch over something, but it wasn’t that easy to tell what exactly. Snowflakes and little ice shards scattered from her body in little agitated bursts.)

(In her speed-walking. She bumped into the king, she reared her head back to snap at him. Expecting just another lowly sinner, but bit her tongue quickly as she registered who it was)

~@queeofsolitude

//I am perfectly fine with OC interactions, don't worry.

Lucifer had been trying to follow Charlie's advice and spend less time in his room. He didn't particularly have anywhere to be though, simply wandering in the direction of the kitchen when he collided with someone. One of the few Sinners who was actually shorter than him, to his surprise.

He snapped out a quick "Hey, watch where you're going." as he took a step back, taking in the appearance of the sinner before him.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin rp #queeofsolitude

Would it be an interesting situation, if you were to wake up one day to discover that you unknowingly swapped bodies with the hotel bellhop?

Horrifying is what it would be.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin rp

Reunion

[Part 1] @first-sinner-of-hell

Lucifer finds himself wandering Cannibal Town rather early the next morning, anxiety getting the better of him. He knows Lilith won't be here until afternoon but he can't stand the thought of missing even a moment with her.

He alternates pacing the small green park and sitting on the bench at the statue's base, head turned to stare at the representation of his family rendered in stone. It seems so long ago since they were all together.

He ends up staring at the statue for such a long time that he nearly misses the portal opening nearby, the surge of magic instead snapping his attention to the faint tear in the air, expanding outwards.

Lilith had spent all night wondering about every single outcome that the next day could possibly have. She had even done a chart with doodles, resembling her own daughter in her ways of dealing with the internal panic

The early rays of sunshine from the morning almost came as a surprise as she held in her hand the papers containing her '100% fail-proof plan to have a great day in Hell'.

Lilith spent the next hours she still had to prepare herself physically and mentally. Okay, she could do this. It had only been seven years. What's seven years after knowing each other for as long as the Earth came to be? Only seven years of knowing that your husband is reaching out to you and you choose not to read until he ends up wondering if it was his fault. Fuck. Maybe she could not do this.

But she had to. Because, at the very least, Lucifer (and Charlie, too) deserved to know why she had left.

And, besides, there was that advice... How was it? Oh, yeah. "It starts with sorry."

So, smile, Lilith. You can do this.

Those were her thoughts as she opened the portal right in front of the statue, and right in front of her husband, too.

As the portal closed behind her, time in Hell seemed to stand still for a moment as she took the sight before her. Unconciously seeing the differences between the Lucifer that stood before her and the one despicted on the statue behind him.

The fallen angel has always had a bit of a tired look to him, purple eyelids making him look permanently sleep deprived despite the otherwise doll-like qualities of his face. Despite that, he look more worn out now. There is no one feature to point to, but something in the way he holds himself. Despite that, there is a tightness to his posture, somewhere between excited and terrified.

Lucifer's eyes are wide, frozen with his mouth slightly open as he watches the portal manifest and the figure step through. She look just like he remembers as yet there is something so different he cannot place. Something in the way she is holding herself. There is no way she of all people would be nervous, so it must be something else.

"Lilith?"

He utters her name barely above a whisper and takes a half-step forwards before his trance seems to break. He blinks and swallows hard, eyes dropping away to stare at the ground between them despite himself. He would let her close the distance instead of risking somehow scaring her away.

Because he must have, somehow, right?

A heartbeat passed before Lilith broke out of her own thoughts. Lucifer had whispered her name, but it sounded so different. Hopeful, and yet, scared.

Lilith's mind went blank. All of the greetings she had planned during the night seemed to have fled with the leaves, gone in the wind that passed between them.

"Lucifer."

She whispered back almost unconsciously, the name almost sounding unfamiliar on her lips. She had not said it in seven years. Too much time.

Normally, Lilith would have been the one taking the step forward. She was used to have an unwavering determination, to not let anything stand in her path, not even her own thoughts.

But, right now, did she have that right?

She had deeply hurt the only two persons that had truly mattered in her life.

Lilith could only stand there, not even realizing that tears had already started to cover her cheeks. She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she softly spoke.

"Lucifer, I am so, so sorry."

At the soft-spoken apology, so different from whatever he was expecting, Lucifer's gaze shoot up to his wife's face.

Without proper conscious thought, the fallen angel is stepping forwards, wing unfurling to lift himself up with a gentle whoosh of air. It brings his face to Lilith's eye level, where he can cup her cheek with a hand and wipe at the tears.

He looks into her eyes and the hesitation is gone in his own, leaving hope and a deep, deep love in his own.

"It's alright, love. I forgive you, whatever it is. I would wait a hundred years if I meant I get to see your face again."

He is torn between a desire to ignore the rest of the world and an uneasy awareness that they are out in the middle of the street. He doesn't care what all of Hell thinks in this moment, but perhaps it should still be had in private. It seems this is more than either of them expected.

"Let's just go home."

Lilith nodded, a soft smile appearing as she looked deep into his eyes. For a moment, she felt like they were back in Paradise, just like millenia ago.

Well, of course. For her, Paradise had always been wherever Lucifer and Charlie were.

And right now, her own paradise was home. Not the place she had for herself in Heaven. Home meant the place where your heart could rest, and that place had always meant their palace in Hell.

"Yes." Lilith talked softly, fearing that if she raised her voice, it would break the small moment. "Let's go home." She repeated.

Lilith knew she had many things to talk with Lucifer. He had forgiven her, but Lilith wanted to wait until he had heard the truth to truly treasure those words. But a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart upon hearing him.

She took one last look at the statue, focusing on the little Charlie. She wondered for herself how her little duckling was doing right now.

Lucifer pulls his queen in closer and wreaths them in red flame as space folds around them and they are suddenly in the sitting room in the Palace, the room lit by sunlight coming through the tall windows and a roaring fireplace. The room is one of the cozier ones in the Palace, smaller than most with comfortable couches and chairs and bookshelves against the walls. There are several family portraits on the walls, depicting Charlie with both her parents looking serious.

Lucifer slows his flapping wings to land gently on the carpet, having arrived in the same position they had disappeared from Cannibal Town in. He looks up at his wife now, broad smile on his face with no attention to the room around them. He leaves the feathered limbs hanging comfortably at his sides, almost boxing in the space around Lilith and himself.

"Now I have you all to myself." He says slyly, thought there is a slight fragility to it, almost testing.

Lilith blinked, the sly comment actually taking her by surprise, and then..."Pff~." She couldn't help but laugh a little, a light hearted chuckle escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"Oh, Luci. You always have." Lilith answered back, as she booped him on the nose.

She let herself relax in the familiarity of the moment. Here, in the palace, it felt like the time had rewinded until almost eight years ago.

"I see you have taken good care of the palace. It hasn't changed at all." Lilith said with a happy tone as she averted her gaze from the fallen angel to take in the sights.

Unlike the park, the palace looked exactly as when she had left. Lilith could feel herself relax, tension and fear she didn't know she had leaving her shoulders as she spoke. "It feels great to be back."

#thebigbossofhellhimself #lucifer morningstar #lilith rp

Lucifer crosses his eyes to stare at the finger in his face and breaks into a gentle chuckle.

It isnt wrong to say the place hadn't changed. Aside from his frantic cleaning yesterday, Lucifer rarely used most of the rooms in the palace when he was alone. Holed up in his workshop or their bedroom for the most part. Of course, that is until he started living at the hotel the last few months.

"I am glad. Not much has changed around here while you've been gone. Charlie had been on her own for a few years so its just been me here..."

[Jamming it up @thebigbossofhellhimself]

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[Part 1]

Alastor had been scrutinizing Lucifer's reaction. A slight hesitation, almost confused, but by the change in pace more than the dance itself. Oh, this was far from the constrained, elegant ballet moves aristocrats had elected as the superior art, especially since it had been designed by a king.

This was a difficult, freeing pattern of steps and kicks meant to bring joy and community in challenge. A dance created by the people, something many would deem "messy", "plebeian", or even "vulgar".

Lucifer had seemed surprised, not rebucked. He was already learning some steps, and keeping up quite well indeed. To him, it seemed the dance mattered more than the dancers. He could enjoy art whether it came from Sinners, or humans once considered as "lower than".

Alastor smiled, twirled, and leaned in to press one single finger on Lucifer's almost non-existent nose. "To say I expected your old ass to evaporate into a heap of dust!" he teased as his finger pushed, then released the man's face.

With another swirl, he freed himself from his stripped coat, flapped his tail a few times to stretch the weight of fabric off it, and turned around while rolling up his sleeves.

"Come on, chap, I'll show you the basics!"

The band lowered the tempo ever-so-slightly, switching to an easier tune to follow, and Alastor faced the smaller man while stepping back in rhythm. He was showing much less teeth, but oddly much more smile.

"Now... Hop down front then doodle back... Mooch to your left —hips first, you stiffish little imp—"

Then shuffle forward with both feet— Mooch to the right. Hands on your hips! And do the mess around...

"Now, break a leg! No, not really, that just means bend it up and— yes! How quaint, if you keep at it, you might even pass at somewhat acceptable!"

Lucifer is so focused on watching the steps he nearly doesn't notice Alastor coming so close until there is a finger in his face. He scowls at it but raises his line of sight from the ground to the man's face. He's definitely making fun of him, but it doesn't seem as harsh as before.

The fallen angel rolls his eyes and watches the man remove his coat with a flourish. He feels underdressed in his casual sweater and changes into something similar to the other demon, a nice shirt and vest with no coat, with a swirl of red flames. That feels more fitting.

Confidence boosted, he steps up to join the Radio Demon on the dance floor, already having picked up the general pattern if not the specific order of the steps. The words the sinner is spouting make very little sense. He has no idea what a doodle or mooch is, but he mirrors the movements of the other man as best as he can.

"I've never even seen this dance before, give me a break." He mumbles in response to the pointed comments, but he is trying his hardest. It's energetic in a way he hasn't been for a very long time, carefree. He imagines if he were mortal, he might be sweating from the exertion.

Still, he can't help but be infected by the upbeat music and the movement of the bodies, shadow or not, around him.

Alastor's smirk is teasing, but not mean. "What, are you saying a man who doesn't know Canada never heard of a very specific dance either? Color me shocked!"

He shifts around with ease, mixing twist and jazz in his dance, and even a bit of rock'n'roll. He's not that vintage.

"You do keep up rather well," he eventually admits as he swirls and hops around in a florish of challenging moves. "Better than I expected from an old fart!"

Whenever he indulges, and even without the help of alcohol, Alastor reverts to his rebellious human self. He's still quite young at heart.

So he's poking at the older man, provocative as ever, a tad disrespectful in the brattiest way, with the only intent to have fun.

"As if I would have any trouble keeping up with the likes of you." He prods back easily.

Lucifer is finding his stride now, adding his own little flourishes to the dance as he stops trying to follow Alastor specifically and instead just does what feels fitting to the music while still keeping relatively within the same style.

He doesn't know where his shadowy partner went, as he thinks he would prefer dancing with her than the Sinner in front of him. Though she is sort of an extension of the demon anyways, so perhaps it doesn't matter.

During a particularly smooth part of the song, he finds himself summoning his wings and letting them beat in the rhythm, lifting his feet off the ground and freeing his legs to swing with wider kicks as he shows off a bit, coordinating all ten limbs with a natural ease . It also has the added benefit of putting him at Alastor's eye level, which he uses to flash him a challenging smile.

"Though I will admit you have introduced me to a delightful new avenue or music and dance. What do you call this?"

"Cheating", Alastor mocks as the little man used wings to prop himself up. "At dancing the Charleston."

He breaks into a few steps of tap-dancing, then raises his eyebrows in a dare. It's pretty common for dancers to gather round and show off; now the crowd of shadows is doing just that, surrounding them with cheerful applause. The tall shadow lady, who seems to have taken a proper liking to Lucifer, even joins her hands over her spectral blush in silent encouragement.

Alastor gives Lucifer time to retaliate, then easily tops his performance with a bout of twist. The duel starts plainly enough, but of course it escalates, and starting with an advantage doesn't mean the Sinner will be able to keep it up against the king of Hell.

So he gives himself a little edge by using his sharpest tool: words.

"I see that, in angels, talent is direly proportionate to size... And, my! Six wings? Four wings more than at this half empty Hotel! Some could think you're competing for the title of major waste of space."

He grins as music brings back his turn to show-off, and he slides and spins with as much stamina as glee, his demon body contorting backwards as he glides up to whisper sweetly into the other's ear: "Is that how you usually fail to allure your fancy? By flailing on the dancefloor like a flightened fledgling?"

#alastor rp #jamming it up rp #Lucifer rp #thebigbossofhellhimself #//maybe we do have someone inerupt?#//im not sure where to go from here

Lucifer rolls his eyes at the cheating comment but files 'Charleston' away for later.

"As if you wouldn't do the same if you had the chance. I'm just stretching my wings." He gives a more significant downbeat with his wings, propelling him up towards the high ceiling and letting him make use of the whole room.

He spins and twists in the extra space, all while kicking and taping his feet in the same Charleston pattern. Despite not contacting anything, each little step and tap makes a clear sound, exaggerating the movements into purposeful dance.

It is elegant and energetic at the same time.

"And just who am I failing to allure here? There is no one here but us, Bambi."

Reunion

[Part 1] @first-sinner-of-hell

Lucifer finds himself wandering Cannibal Town rather early the next morning, anxiety getting the better of him. He knows Lilith won't be here until afternoon but he can't stand the thought of missing even a moment with her.

He alternates pacing the small green park and sitting on the bench at the statue's base, head turned to stare at the representation of his family rendered in stone. It seems so long ago since they were all together.

He ends up staring at the statue for such a long time that he nearly misses the portal opening nearby, the surge of magic instead snapping his attention to the faint tear in the air, expanding outwards.

Lilith had spent all night wondering about every single outcome that the next day could possibly have. She had even done a chart with doodles, resembling her own daughter in her ways of dealing with the internal panic

The early rays of sunshine from the morning almost came as a surprise as she held in her hand the papers containing her '100% fail-proof plan to have a great day in Hell'.

Lilith spent the next hours she still had to prepare herself physically and mentally. Okay, she could do this. It had only been seven years. What's seven years after knowing each other for as long as the Earth came to be? Only seven years of knowing that your husband is reaching out to you and you choose not to read until he ends up wondering if it was his fault. Fuck. Maybe she could not do this.

But she had to. Because, at the very least, Lucifer (and Charlie, too) deserved to know why she had left.

And, besides, there was that advice... How was it? Oh, yeah. "It starts with sorry."

So, smile, Lilith. You can do this.

Those were her thoughts as she opened the portal right in front of the statue, and right in front of her husband, too.

As the portal closed behind her, time in Hell seemed to stand still for a moment as she took the sight before her. Unconciously seeing the differences between the Lucifer that stood before her and the one despicted on the statue behind him.

The fallen angel has always had a bit of a tired look to him, purple eyelids making him look permanently sleep deprived despite the otherwise doll-like qualities of his face. Despite that, he look more worn out now. There is no one feature to point to, but something in the way he holds himself. Despite that, there is a tightness to his posture, somewhere between excited and terrified.

Lucifer's eyes are wide, frozen with his mouth slightly open as he watches the portal manifest and the figure step through. She look just like he remembers as yet there is something so different he cannot place. Something in the way she is holding herself. There is no way she of all people would be nervous, so it must be something else.

"Lilith?"

He utters her name barely above a whisper and takes a half-step forwards before his trance seems to break. He blinks and swallows hard, eyes dropping away to stare at the ground between them despite himself. He would let her close the distance instead of risking somehow scaring her away.

Because he must have, somehow, right?

A heartbeat passed before Lilith broke out of her own thoughts. Lucifer had whispered her name, but it sounded so different. Hopeful, and yet, scared.

Lilith's mind went blank. All of the greetings she had planned during the night seemed to have fled with the leaves, gone in the wind that passed between them.

"Lucifer."

She whispered back almost unconsciously, the name almost sounding unfamiliar on her lips. She had not said it in seven years. Too much time.

Normally, Lilith would have been the one taking the step forward. She was used to have an unwavering determination, to not let anything stand in her path, not even her own thoughts.

But, right now, did she have that right?

She had deeply hurt the only two persons that had truly mattered in her life.

Lilith could only stand there, not even realizing that tears had already started to cover her cheeks. She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she softly spoke.

"Lucifer, I am so, so sorry."

At the soft-spoken apology, so different from whatever he was expecting, Lucifer's gaze shoot up to his wife's face.

Without proper conscious thought, the fallen angel is stepping forwards, wing unfurling to lift himself up with a gentle whoosh of air. It brings his face to Lilith's eye level, where he can cup her cheek with a hand and wipe at the tears.

He looks into her eyes and the hesitation is gone in his own, leaving hope and a deep, deep love in his own.

"It's alright, love. I forgive you, whatever it is. I would wait a hundred years if I meant I get to see your face again."

He is torn between a desire to ignore the rest of the world and an uneasy awareness that they are out in the middle of the street. He doesn't care what all of Hell thinks in this moment, but perhaps it should still be had in private. It seems this is more than either of them expected.

"Let's just go home."

Lilith nodded, a soft smile appearing as she looked deep into his eyes. For a moment, she felt like they were back in Paradise, just like millenia ago.

Well, of course. For her, Paradise had always been wherever Lucifer and Charlie were.

And right now, her own paradise was home. Not the place she had for herself in Heaven. Home meant the place where your heart could rest, and that place had always meant their palace in Hell.

"Yes." Lilith talked softly, fearing that if she raised her voice, it would break the small moment. "Let's go home." She repeated.

Lilith knew she had many things to talk with Lucifer. He had forgiven her, but Lilith wanted to wait until he had heard the truth to truly treasure those words. But a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart upon hearing him.

She took one last look at the statue, focusing on the little Charlie. She wondered for herself how her little duckling was doing right now.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #lucifer morningstar #lilith rp

Lucifer pulls his queen in closer and wreaths them in red flame as space folds around them and they are suddenly in the sitting room in the Palace, the room lit by sunlight coming through the tall windows and a roaring fireplace. The room is one of the cozier ones in the Palace, smaller than most with comfortable couches and chairs and bookshelves against the walls. There are several family portraits on the walls, depicting Charlie with both her parents looking serious.

Lucifer slows his flapping wings to land gently on the carpet, having arrived in the same position they had disappeared from Cannibal Town in. He looks up at his wife now, broad smile on his face with no attention to the room around them. He leaves the feathered limbs hanging comfortably at his sides, almost boxing in the space around Lilith and himself.

"Now I have you all to myself." He says slyly, thought there is a slight fragility to it, almost testing.

Reunion

[Part 1] @first-sinner-of-hell

Lucifer finds himself wandering Cannibal Town rather early the next morning, anxiety getting the better of him. He knows Lilith won't be here until afternoon but he can't stand the thought of missing even a moment with her.

He alternates pacing the small green park and sitting on the bench at the statue's base, head turned to stare at the representation of his family rendered in stone. It seems so long ago since they were all together.

He ends up staring at the statue for such a long time that he nearly misses the portal opening nearby, the surge of magic instead snapping his attention to the faint tear in the air, expanding outwards.

Lilith had spent all night wondering about every single outcome that the next day could possibly have. She had even done a chart with doodles, resembling her own daughter in her ways of dealing with the internal panic

The early rays of sunshine from the morning almost came as a surprise as she held in her hand the papers containing her '100% fail-proof plan to have a great day in Hell'.

Lilith spent the next hours she still had to prepare herself physically and mentally. Okay, she could do this. It had only been seven years. What's seven years after knowing each other for as long as the Earth came to be? Only seven years of knowing that your husband is reaching out to you and you choose not to read until he ends up wondering if it was his fault. Fuck. Maybe she could not do this.

But she had to. Because, at the very least, Lucifer (and Charlie, too) deserved to know why she had left.

And, besides, there was that advice... How was it? Oh, yeah. "It starts with sorry."

So, smile, Lilith. You can do this.

Those were her thoughts as she opened the portal right in front of the statue, and right in front of her husband, too.

As the portal closed behind her, time in Hell seemed to stand still for a moment as she took the sight before her. Unconciously seeing the differences between the Lucifer that stood before her and the one despicted on the statue behind him.

The fallen angel has always had a bit of a tired look to him, purple eyelids making him look permanently sleep deprived despite the otherwise doll-like qualities of his face. Despite that, he look more worn out now. There is no one feature to point to, but something in the way he holds himself. Despite that, there is a tightness to his posture, somewhere between excited and terrified.

Lucifer's eyes are wide, frozen with his mouth slightly open as he watches the portal manifest and the figure step through. She look just like he remembers as yet there is something so different he cannot place. Something in the way she is holding herself. There is no way she of all people would be nervous, so it must be something else.

"Lilith?"

He utters her name barely above a whisper and takes a half-step forwards before his trance seems to break. He blinks and swallows hard, eyes dropping away to stare at the ground between them despite himself. He would let her close the distance instead of risking somehow scaring her away.

Because he must have, somehow, right?

A heartbeat passed before Lilith broke out of her own thoughts. Lucifer had whispered her name, but it sounded so different. Hopeful, and yet, scared.

Lilith's mind went blank. All of the greetings she had planned during the night seemed to have fled with the leaves, gone in the wind that passed between them.

"Lucifer."

She whispered back almost unconsciously, the name almost sounding unfamiliar on her lips. She had not said it in seven years. Too much time.

Normally, Lilith would have been the one taking the step forward. She was used to have an unwavering determination, to not let anything stand in her path, not even her own thoughts.

But, right now, did she have that right?

She had deeply hurt the only two persons that had truly mattered in her life.

Lilith could only stand there, not even realizing that tears had already started to cover her cheeks. She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she softly spoke.

"Lucifer, I am so, so sorry."

#thebigbossofhellhimself #lucifer morningstar #lilith rp

At the soft-spoken apology, so different from whatever he was expecting, Lucifer's gaze shoot up to his wife's face.

Without proper conscious thought, the fallen angel is stepping forwards, wing unfurling to lift himself up with a gentle whoosh of air. It brings his face to Lilith's eye level, where he can cup her cheek with a hand and wipe at the tears.

He looks into her eyes and the hesitation is gone in his own, leaving hope and a deep, deep love in his own.

"It's alright, love. I forgive you, whatever it is. I would wait a hundred years if I meant I get to see your face again."

He is torn between a desire to ignore the rest of the world and an uneasy awareness that they are out in the middle of the street. He doesn't care what all of Hell thinks in this moment, but perhaps it should still be had in private. It seems this is more than either of them expected.

"Let's just go home."

[Jamming it up @thebigbossofhellhimself]

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[Part 1]

Alastor had been scrutinizing Lucifer's reaction. A slight hesitation, almost confused, but by the change in pace more than the dance itself. Oh, this was far from the constrained, elegant ballet moves aristocrats had elected as the superior art, especially since it had been designed by a king.

This was a difficult, freeing pattern of steps and kicks meant to bring joy and community in challenge. A dance created by the people, something many would deem "messy", "plebeian", or even "vulgar".

Lucifer had seemed surprised, not rebucked. He was already learning some steps, and keeping up quite well indeed. To him, it seemed the dance mattered more than the dancers. He could enjoy art whether it came from Sinners, or humans once considered as "lower than".

Alastor smiled, twirled, and leaned in to press one single finger on Lucifer's almost non-existent nose. "To say I expected your old ass to evaporate into a heap of dust!" he teased as his finger pushed, then released the man's face.

With another swirl, he freed himself from his stripped coat, flapped his tail a few times to stretch the weight of fabric off it, and turned around while rolling up his sleeves.

"Come on, chap, I'll show you the basics!"

The band lowered the tempo ever-so-slightly, switching to an easier tune to follow, and Alastor faced the smaller man while stepping back in rhythm. He was showing much less teeth, but oddly much more smile.

"Now... Hop down front then doodle back... Mooch to your left —hips first, you stiffish little imp—"

Then shuffle forward with both feet— Mooch to the right. Hands on your hips! And do the mess around...

"Now, break a leg! No, not really, that just means bend it up and— yes! How quaint, if you keep at it, you might even pass at somewhat acceptable!"

Lucifer is so focused on watching the steps he nearly doesn't notice Alastor coming so close until there is a finger in his face. He scowls at it but raises his line of sight from the ground to the man's face. He's definitely making fun of him, but it doesn't seem as harsh as before.

The fallen angel rolls his eyes and watches the man remove his coat with a flourish. He feels underdressed in his casual sweater and changes into something similar to the other demon, a nice shirt and vest with no coat, with a swirl of red flames. That feels more fitting.

Confidence boosted, he steps up to join the Radio Demon on the dance floor, already having picked up the general pattern if not the specific order of the steps. The words the sinner is spouting make very little sense. He has no idea what a doodle or mooch is, but he mirrors the movements of the other man as best as he can.

"I've never even seen this dance before, give me a break." He mumbles in response to the pointed comments, but he is trying his hardest. It's energetic in a way he hasn't been for a very long time, carefree. He imagines if he were mortal, he might be sweating from the exertion.

Still, he can't help but be infected by the upbeat music and the movement of the bodies, shadow or not, around him.

Alastor's smirk is teasing, but not mean. "What, are you saying a man who doesn't know Canada never heard of a very specific dance either? Color me shocked!"

He shifts around with ease, mixing twist and jazz in his dance, and even a bit of rock'n'roll. He's not that vintage.

"You do keep up rather well," he eventually admits as he swirls and hops around in a florish of challenging moves. "Better than I expected from an old fart!"

Whenever he indulges, and even without the help of alcohol, Alastor reverts to his rebellious human self. He's still quite young at heart.

So he's poking at the older man, provocative as ever, a tad disrespectful in the brattiest way, with the only intent to have fun.

#alastor rp #jamming it up rp #Lucifer rp #thebigbossofhellhimself

"As if I would have any trouble keeping up with the likes of you." He prods back easily.

Lucifer is finding his stride now, adding his own little flourishes to the dance as he stops trying to follow Alastor specifically and instead just does what feels fitting to the music while still keeping relatively within the same style.

He doesn't know where his shadowy partner went, as he thinks he would prefer dancing with her than the Sinner in front of him. Though she is sort of an extension of the demon anyways, so perhaps it doesn't matter.

During a particularly smooth part of the song, he finds himself summoning his wings and letting them beat in the rhythm, lifting his feet off the ground and freeing his legs to swing with wider kicks as he shows off a bit, coordinating all ten limbs with a natural ease . It also has the added benefit of putting him at Alastor's eye level, which he uses to flash him a challenging smile.

"Though I will admit you have introduced me to a delightful new avenue or music and dance. What do you call this?"

Reunion

[Part 1] @first-sinner-of-hell

Lucifer finds himself wandering Cannibal Town rather early the next morning, anxiety getting the better of him. He knows Lilith won't be here until afternoon but he can't stand the thought of missing even a moment with her.

He alternates pacing the small green park and sitting on the bench at the statue's base, head turned to stare at the representation of his family rendered in stone. It seems so long ago since they were all together.

He ends up staring at the statue for such a long time that he nearly misses the portal opening nearby, the surge of magic instead snapping his attention to the faint tear in the air, expanding outwards.

Lilith had spent all night wondering about every single outcome that the next day could possibly have. She had even done a chart with doodles, resembling her own daughter in her ways of dealing with the internal panic

The early rays of sunshine from the morning almost came as a surprise as she held in her hand the papers containing her '100% fail-proof plan to have a great day in Hell'.

Lilith spent the next hours she still had to prepare herself physically and mentally. Okay, she could do this. It had only been seven years. What's seven years after knowing each other for as long as the Earth came to be? Only seven years of knowing that your husband is reaching out to you and you choose not to read until he ends up wondering if it was his fault. Fuck. Maybe she could not do this.

But she had to. Because, at the very least, Lucifer (and Charlie, too) deserved to know why she had left.

And, besides, there was that advice... How was it? Oh, yeah. "It starts with sorry."

So, smile, Lilith. You can do this.

Those were her thoughts as she opened the portal right in front of the statue, and right in front of her husband, too.

As the portal closed behind her, time in Hell seemed to stand still for a moment as she took the sight before her. Unconciously seeing the differences between the Lucifer that stood before her and the one despicted on the statue behind him.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #lucifer morningstar #lilith rp

The fallen angel has always had a bit of a tired look to him, purple eyelids making him look permanently sleep deprived despite the otherwise doll-like qualities of his face. Despite that, he look more worn out now. There is no one feature to point to, but something in the way he holds himself. Despite that, there is a tightness to his posture, somewhere between excited and terrified.

Lucifer's eyes are wide, frozen with his mouth slightly open as he watches the portal manifest and the figure step through. She look just like he remembers as yet there is something so different he cannot place. Something in the way she is holding herself. There is no way she of all people would be nervous, so it must be something else.

"Lilith?"

He utters her name barely above a whisper and takes a half-step forwards before his trance seems to break. He blinks and swallows hard, eyes dropping away to stare at the ground between them despite himself. He would let her close the distance instead of risking somehow scaring her away.

Because he must have, somehow, right?

I have discovered that both ducks and deer just love eating apples.

Maybe you and him have this in common, and more.

Apples are great, who doesn't love apples? They are wrong.

But I don't need to have anything in common with that weird deer sinner. In fact I would prefer not to.

#hazbin hotel #thebigbossofhellhimself #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin rp

Hey, DucKing ! I recently watched one of those human series, it has a funny name but a deep plot : Princess Tutu. Yeah don't let the name fool you that thing is helluva meta at times.

Made me think about you, because the protagonist is actually a duck. Could be worth your time, maybe ?

Oh yeah? It sounds interesting, let me see if I can find a copy.

#thebigbossofhellhimself #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin rp

[Jamming it up @thebigbossofhellhimself]

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[Part 1]

Alastor had been scrutinizing Lucifer's reaction. A slight hesitation, almost confused, but by the change in pace more than the dance itself. Oh, this was far from the constrained, elegant ballet moves aristocrats had elected as the superior art, especially since it had been designed by a king.

This was a difficult, freeing pattern of steps and kicks meant to bring joy and community in challenge. A dance created by the people, something many would deem "messy", "plebeian", or even "vulgar".

Lucifer had seemed surprised, not rebucked. He was already learning some steps, and keeping up quite well indeed. To him, it seemed the dance mattered more than the dancers. He could enjoy art whether it came from Sinners, or humans once considered as "lower than".

Alastor smiled, twirled, and leaned in to press one single finger on Lucifer's almost non-existent nose. "To say I expected your old ass to evaporate into a heap of dust!" he teased as his finger pushed, then released the man's face.

With another swirl, he freed himself from his stripped coat, flapped his tail a few times to stretch the weight of fabric off it, and turned around while rolling up his sleeves.

"Come on, chap, I'll show you the basics!"

The band lowered the tempo ever-so-slightly, switching to an easier tune to follow, and Alastor faced the smaller man while stepping back in rhythm. He was showing much less teeth, but oddly much more smile.

"Now... Hop down front then doodle back... Mooch to your left —hips first, you stiffish little imp—"

Then shuffle forward with both feet— Mooch to the right. Hands on your hips! And do the mess around...

"Now, break a leg! No, not really, that just means bend it up and— yes! How quaint, if you keep at it, you might even pass at somewhat acceptable!"