He had his pomp and bluster, and followed through. The gossip would overflow, but there would be no mistake: King Lucifer had taken a new queen, and the wild 'rumor' that it had been Alastor the Radio Demon was beyond confirmed. Though he didn't often read the papers, much less pay attention to television, Lucifer was happy to let the theories and explosive curiosity go about its business for some time to come.

The king was having himself a laugh when they arrived home. He'd honestly had a great time, and was still twirling inside over turning something boring into an actual party.

"Oh, come now- I'm not... collapsing...!" Which was all well and good, but over half of his weight was leaned against his husband, his partner in crime. The gold was high upon his face, flushed with what felt like running a marathon, but with a stubborn satisfaction.

"So fussy. The muscles just need any opportunity to work and train as they can get before the real challenge starts!"