The response earned a good-natured eyeroll. But once left to his own devices, Lucifer had a little more of his tea before he cast a rather distant gaze to the far wall.
It was rather wild, really, that after talking about it and trying, this was... seriously happening. He was so accustomed to changing his shape that accommodating for their plan was a cake walk. He was also a builder, someone who thrived in making... and here he was, taking on what was by far perhaps one of the most complicated things one could make.
Oh, how angry his old colleagues would be. They sure were pissed when Charlie came along, and they'd just have to suck it up for this fawn and any other one that comes after just the same. Because nuts to them. Lucifer Morningstar does whatever he god-damn well pleases.
"...Do me a favor, won't you, kiddo...?" He brought a hand to his middle. "He's busting his antlers downstairs. Let me be able to keep more things down, and you get to enjoy all the tasty stuff he makes, too. I'll even endure all the real spicy--"
He jumped a bit when Alastor returned, and turned his head. His face prickled a bit.
Lucifer cleared his throat once he was joined on the bed. "I was, ah... just... negotiating. Because all of that looks really good and I'm starving."
Ah, what a charming sight indeed! An angel, gently cooing to his creation.
"And there's plenty more, should Bee bless you with Gluttony or if the little one happens to be picky," Alastor chuckled, summoning a tea stand to set the tray down on instead of in the bed. "I'm not daunted by a picky eater," he added with an amusing little poke to Lucifer's belly, "it just means you're an early gourmand. Hah hah!"
"And for the challenge, of course," he added, not minding the poke. He knew he potentially had to fight off weirdos trying to touch later. "You wouldn't like something easy."
Lucifer grinned, and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and see to that tea stand. He reached for a sandwich. "What if they're like a little raccoon, and all they want are dino-shaped nuggets?"
"Then I'll figure out the most clever way to hide vegetables in them, just like mother would do with the stews and gumbo. I could never tell she'd slipped spinach in so many things!"
He hadn't been an especially disobedient child, though... the two of them had enough hungry nights together.
"When they're a little older, you better take them to other Rings. Encourage a little hunting! The appeal of eating what you catch might open their little horizons," he nodded. Aaah, if only he could do that himself. Pride Ring was unfortunately just wretched for hunting anything but Sinners and the very rare hellbeast, and most hellbeasts were some degree of toxic or venomous - his son or daughter would have to graduate to that once they were much older.
He chuckled. "I can't say I'm a very good hunter, but I could definitely try. Learning to enjoy the fruit of your hard work is a must, for sure."
Lucifer realized he was hesitating. He paused, took a breath, and took a big bite. God, he needed to eat. He needed to eat more now, as it wasn't just him he needed to feed anymore. The king was no fool- his experience as Charlie grew in Lilith was fresh in his mind- but now he wished he'd asked more things... then again, he didn't think he'd actually be going through a pregnancy himself.
He needed to hit the libraries.
Pause. Another bite. He needed to mentally remind himself that it wasn't the act of eating that was tough. It was always about 20-30 minutes after that was to make-it or break-it. They'd just have to see.
"...Fighting for yourself, too. Your dreams. Don't take shit from other demons, don't make weird Deals, but don't be afraid to stand up and fight for dreams that may even have others laugh at you. Pride at its purest."
"Focus on the flavors, Lucifer," Alastor encouraged, more than perceptive of the hesitation. If the advice worked for getting used to cannibalism, it would work for getting over the anticipation of being sick. "It's all mild in case your stomach rebels."
Fight for your dreams. Don't take shit from other demons.
"Hah. I'll be sure our little one will know every trick Overlords love to pull. They'll be a devious, deadly manipulator for sure."
He nodded. Focus on the flavors... okay... this was mild, he liked the little crunchy. This was different from the things he tried on that cannibalistic lunch date, but if he could manage that, he can manage this!
Lucifer snickered. "I wasn't worried when it came to Charlie. But now I can't help but think of a scenario where I might have to ask them to give that poor kid from the playground their soul back..."
The mental image had Alastor snickering. "Oh, they'll be a menace - woe to any tutors you pull to teach them. Perhaps we'll have to save that for after any rebellious teenage phase, then. ...Then again, perhaps we would be the perfect targets for their first forays into manipulation!"
"Exactly, why, if they successfully pull one over on me I think I'll weep for the first time since I buried my mother! Hah hah! You'll never feel a stronger swelling of pride."
He leaves it unspoken, but his child also won't need to be that crafty... he could easily see another just like Charlie, someone who was perhaps a bit stubborn (between Alastor and Lucifer, how could a child of theirs not be?) but soft-hearted. And if Alastor needed to be their sense of cruelty and wiles to keep them safe in a den of Dealmakers, then he would.
"Yes... just like Charlie, they'll be able to go out and about wherever they please, won't they? What boons they might collect from all of Hell!"
One might say this would be a kid who needed protection the most. But this was also the safest kid in Hell. Creation forbid anyone actually try anything.
You'd have to clean them up with a squeegee.
Lucifer nodded- this one would be able to traverse as a hellborn- and he next realized he'd finished the second sandwich. Maybe he should... stop... eating like the food was going to disappear if he looked away for too long.
He smoothly switched to his tea.
"Well. So far, so good. We'll see in about an hour if this offering is accepted."
"Mmhmm. I kept it mild should it threaten to come back up," Alastor hummed thoughtfully, smiling to see Lucifer still have such an appetite even with the nausea. Hmm... touching Lucifer's back, it wasn't as warm as it could be. The bathrobe wasn't good enough, he'd just have to work on a sweater or a shawl.
Fully unaware of the yarn-covered Hell that awaited him, he turned his focus away from thoughts of sick. He'll start picking at this and that.
"I should... busy myself today, at least a little. If looking at lengthy proposals and letters bores me, then it should bore my hormones into submission. It's a theory I'm willing to try." God, what if it worked? Then he'd look forward to work? What a life.
"And be productive! Hardly a month in and pregnancy has already made you a changed man," Alastor teased, pinching Lucifer's cheek. "Set to that or a little project of yours. I'll fetch you for dinner - it's time for me to make the rounds in the Hotel."
Lucifer took that cheek pinch, but he made a face at his completely-going-to-be-a-sarcastic-pain-in-the-ass-the-whole-way-isn't-he husband.
"I have an excuse for holding off this time! I'll clear my work load in two hours, tops, and then I'm going to do something for me." He rose and snapped his fingers for an outfit change. Let's go with 'for work', but with an air of 'I have a game to get to by 3 PM'.
"Some of the clocks in the building need some extra fussing and I have a new-release watch some Overlord is putting out that I need to disassemble and harshly critique."
"Oh hoh! Do bring me along for that - the Overlords have been having such fun gossiping about our rings, it would make such a statement to join," Alastor chuckled deviously. Let alone that the gossip wasn't very friendly and there was a whole heap of paranoia about it, but... Alastor knew the play right now was to glue himself to Lucifer's side and make it damn clear he knows what he's doing and won't tolerate anyone else trying to seed doubt in his new husband.
"That I'm making a power play. That I've made a Deal with you. That I'm threatening your daughter or I'm the reason Lilith is gone. That I'm your pretty little lapdog, or you're somehow rewarding me for defending the Hotel. That I'm conspiring to devour all of the other Overlords and bring to heel the whole of Pride with you in my corner."
He clicked his tongue and cooed. That was all so very cute.
"Envy never was the prettiest sin, was it~?" He reached for one of his hands and kissed the back. His eyes blazed.
"Surely you lingered on the gossip of conspiring to eat them, gave them a spot of paranoia. Oh, what a feast they'd make, my love... what a show that would be..."
"Oh, certainly - it's not even wrong to speculate that I would've considered tearing them all limb from limb to fit into my stew pot. That I've considered carefully what each of them would pair best with."
Hoh.
"But the cleanup, the management afterwards? Psh. I'll wait to hunt for when the fallout will be entertaining."
How cute~. Alastor cupped his cheek with his free hand, crossing his legs coquettishly. "Darling, darling~" Alastor's voice lilted as he leaned in and pressed a little kiss to Lucifer's cheek, "getting distracted from your work already?"
"Good boy~" Alastor chuckled, patting Lucifer's hair playfully as he stood, himself - he didn't suspect Lucifer had the willpower to part as easily. "I'm only a summons away, but for now, our duties call!"
Time to unclog toilets or whatever other degrading hotelier jobs pop up in the interim. The price one pays for a stage set correctly, alas!
Lucifer would have been (marginally) okay unclogging toilets rather than what he had to deal with...
The lists of freshly-fallen Sinners always needed a once-over before being added to the archive, for one. He had people for that, but the more he actually oversaw the process, the less he was pestered about seeing to the task later. It wasn't like he knew more than Heaven did on how souls were judged, but whatever-
Then the Goetia always had some squabble of some sort. He would be seated in his throne and hear the pleas from two, three, and sometimes even more sides before using his authority to render judgment on how to proceed. Sometimes they were very heavy, important matters, but in others... who cared if some Prince Stolas Ars Goetia was fucking an imp and cheated on his wife? Really, truly, who gives a fuck-
Lastly, Lucifer all but dragged himself into a chair and endured a phonecall involving that watch unveiling. Before it would begin full production, it would increase the value be an honor for the King himself to see the prototype and give his appraisal. At least this phone call came with a little ass-kissing, but he'd dealt with this fella before. Complete dick, always screwed the consumer, but what else was new with Overlords running their own businesses...?
All the while, he was checking the clock. All the while, he was checking for messages that would save him. Maybe Charlie needed help with something or... or anything at all, really...!
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It was rather wild, really, that after talking about it and trying, this was... seriously happening. He was so accustomed to changing his shape that accommodating for their plan was a cake walk. He was also a builder, someone who thrived in making... and here he was, taking on what was by far perhaps one of the most complicated things one could make.
Oh, how angry his old colleagues would be. They sure were pissed when Charlie came along, and they'd just have to suck it up for this fawn and any other one that comes after just the same. Because nuts to them. Lucifer Morningstar does whatever he god-damn well pleases.
"...Do me a favor, won't you, kiddo...?" He brought a hand to his middle. "He's busting his antlers downstairs. Let me be able to keep more things down, and you get to enjoy all the tasty stuff he makes, too. I'll even endure all the real spicy--"
He jumped a bit when Alastor returned, and turned his head. His face prickled a bit.
Lucifer cleared his throat once he was joined on the bed. "I was, ah... just... negotiating. Because all of that looks really good and I'm starving."
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"And there's plenty more, should Bee bless you with Gluttony or if the little one happens to be picky," Alastor chuckled, summoning a tea stand to set the tray down on instead of in the bed. "I'm not daunted by a picky eater," he added with an amusing little poke to Lucifer's belly, "it just means you're an early gourmand. Hah hah!"
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Lucifer grinned, and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed and see to that tea stand. He reached for a sandwich. "What if they're like a little raccoon, and all they want are dino-shaped nuggets?"
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He hadn't been an especially disobedient child, though... the two of them had enough hungry nights together.
"When they're a little older, you better take them to other Rings. Encourage a little hunting! The appeal of eating what you catch might open their little horizons," he nodded. Aaah, if only he could do that himself. Pride Ring was unfortunately just wretched for hunting anything but Sinners and the very rare hellbeast, and most hellbeasts were some degree of toxic or venomous - his son or daughter would have to graduate to that once they were much older.
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Lucifer realized he was hesitating. He paused, took a breath, and took a big bite. God, he needed to eat. He needed to eat more now, as it wasn't just him he needed to feed anymore. The king was no fool- his experience as Charlie grew in Lilith was fresh in his mind- but now he wished he'd asked more things... then again, he didn't think he'd actually be going through a pregnancy himself.
He needed to hit the libraries.
Pause. Another bite. He needed to mentally remind himself that it wasn't the act of eating that was tough. It was always about 20-30 minutes after that was to make-it or break-it. They'd just have to see.
"...Fighting for yourself, too. Your dreams. Don't take shit from other demons, don't make weird Deals, but don't be afraid to stand up and fight for dreams that may even have others laugh at you. Pride at its purest."
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Fight for your dreams. Don't take shit from other demons.
"Hah. I'll be sure our little one will know every trick Overlords love to pull. They'll be a devious, deadly manipulator for sure."
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Lucifer snickered. "I wasn't worried when it came to Charlie. But now I can't help but think of a scenario where I might have to ask them to give that poor kid from the playground their soul back..."
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He finished his sandwich and went for another. No hesitation. Let's do this!!
"But if they can manipulate you, I think we'll have created a monster."
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He leaves it unspoken, but his child also won't need to be that crafty... he could easily see another just like Charlie, someone who was perhaps a bit stubborn (between Alastor and Lucifer, how could a child of theirs not be?) but soft-hearted. And if Alastor needed to be their sense of cruelty and wiles to keep them safe in a den of Dealmakers, then he would.
"Yes... just like Charlie, they'll be able to go out and about wherever they please, won't they? What boons they might collect from all of Hell!"
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You'd have to clean them up with a squeegee.
Lucifer nodded- this one would be able to traverse as a hellborn- and he next realized he'd finished the second sandwich. Maybe he should... stop... eating like the food was going to disappear if he looked away for too long.
He smoothly switched to his tea.
"Well. So far, so good. We'll see in about an hour if this offering is accepted."
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"I should... busy myself today, at least a little. If looking at lengthy proposals and letters bores me, then it should bore my hormones into submission. It's a theory I'm willing to try." God, what if it worked? Then he'd look forward to work? What a life.
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"I have an excuse for holding off this time! I'll clear my work load in two hours, tops, and then I'm going to do something for me." He rose and snapped his fingers for an outfit change. Let's go with 'for work', but with an air of 'I have a game to get to by 3 PM'.
"Some of the clocks in the building need some extra fussing and I have a new-release watch some Overlord is putting out that I need to disassemble and harshly critique."
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"Oh hoh! Do bring me along for that - the Overlords have been having such fun gossiping about our rings, it would make such a statement to join," Alastor chuckled deviously. Let alone that the gossip wasn't very friendly and there was a whole heap of paranoia about it, but... Alastor knew the play right now was to glue himself to Lucifer's side and make it damn clear he knows what he's doing and won't tolerate anyone else trying to seed doubt in his new husband.
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He paused. Slowly turned.
"...What kind of gossip?"
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He snickered, at that.
"The Radio Demon doesn't do romance, clearly."
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"Envy never was the prettiest sin, was it~?" He reached for one of his hands and kissed the back. His eyes blazed.
"Surely you lingered on the gossip of conspiring to eat them, gave them a spot of paranoia. Oh, what a feast they'd make, my love... what a show that would be..."
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Hoh.
"But the cleanup, the management afterwards? Psh. I'll wait to hunt for when the fallout will be entertaining."
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Probably wasn't important. What was, however, was kissing up Alastor's arm as far as he could reach.
"Such generosity and consideration... that you've a pairing for each of them...!"
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But there was always later. Always later. Reminded that he shouldn't put things off for yet another day, he eased himself away.
"Alas, you're right! I must be off, check the numbers, see who needs to tug on one of my wings for a while before I can taste freedom again!"
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Time to unclog toilets or whatever other degrading hotelier jobs pop up in the interim. The price one pays for a stage set correctly, alas!
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The lists of freshly-fallen Sinners always needed a once-over before being added to the archive, for one. He had people for that, but the more he actually oversaw the process, the less he was pestered about seeing to the task later. It wasn't like he knew more than Heaven did on how souls were judged, but whatever-
Then the Goetia always had some squabble of some sort. He would be seated in his throne and hear the pleas from two, three, and sometimes even more sides before using his authority to render judgment on how to proceed. Sometimes they were very heavy, important matters, but in others... who cared if some Prince Stolas Ars Goetia was fucking an imp and cheated on his wife? Really, truly, who gives a fuck-
Lastly, Lucifer all but dragged himself into a chair and endured a phonecall involving that watch unveiling. Before it would begin full production, it would increase the value be an honor for the King himself to see the prototype and give his appraisal. At least this phone call came with a little ass-kissing, but he'd dealt with this fella before. Complete dick, always screwed the consumer, but what else was new with Overlords running their own businesses...?
All the while, he was checking the clock. All the while, he was checking for messages that would save him. Maybe Charlie needed help with something or... or anything at all, really...!
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