It really was a ridiculous meeting, the product of an invitation sent his way to join a gathering of a few Goetia and elites in a simple indoor party with no real discernible purpose than 'we have money, let's pretend to tolerate each other'. To have the King of Hell attend was purely for bragging rights, and as distasteful as Lucifer found being used for that reason, he'd turned down enough invitations that he shot straight from being 'tough to get a hold of' to 'useless, why bother, he's just a figurehead'.
It was always some ridiculous balance, but a fella only had enough time in the day with his own matters before he needed to stand around and drink and mingle with complete strangers.
Word had gotten around that the King had remarried. Despite the flurry of asking who it was, who it was, the 'rumors' of it being Alastor the Radio Demon would tend to be answered with incredulous laughter and to stop kidding around. But the sheer number of eyes that turned, and even the hired band that had momentarily stopped playing, spoke volumes.
Some things were now confirmed.
Lucifer cleared his throat audibly, and dusted off his scarf. "Awww, are we turning heads? Good to see we haven't lost the way to make an entrance!"
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It really was a ridiculous meeting, the product of an invitation sent his way to join a gathering of a few Goetia and elites in a simple indoor party with no real discernible purpose than 'we have money, let's pretend to tolerate each other'. To have the King of Hell attend was purely for bragging rights, and as distasteful as Lucifer found being used for that reason, he'd turned down enough invitations that he shot straight from being 'tough to get a hold of' to 'useless, why bother, he's just a figurehead'.
It was always some ridiculous balance, but a fella only had enough time in the day with his own matters before he needed to stand around and drink and mingle with complete strangers.
Word had gotten around that the King had remarried. Despite the flurry of asking who it was, who it was, the 'rumors' of it being Alastor the Radio Demon would tend to be answered with incredulous laughter and to stop kidding around. But the sheer number of eyes that turned, and even the hired band that had momentarily stopped playing, spoke volumes.
Some things were now confirmed.
Lucifer cleared his throat audibly, and dusted off his scarf. "Awww, are we turning heads? Good to see we haven't lost the way to make an entrance!"