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...!
Oh, nothing too exciting going on downstairs. The Hotel being so new, there's less of a futility in upkeep and maintenance - Alastor assists in evaluating the pest problem (damn roaches were enjoying finding new ways into their much nicer new walls) and enabling Niffty with a sharpening of her sewing needle. ...Anything to keep her from eagerly prying for more information about his relationship, thanks.
Then it's a review of the financials and the budgeting - he's still a bit behind after his November 'vacation', but now is a good of a time as any, he supposes. Writing up a few promotional advertisements for his broadcasts... and then it's off to the kitchen to see how the gumbo's doing after cooking since early in the morning. Mm, perfect, not much longer and it'll be dinner time. And not a peep from Lucifer.
By the time he was able to weave that portal, all he wanted was to take another nap. But with a deep, cleansing breath, he stepped on through and into the lobby of the Hotel.
"I WAS... ✨PRODUCTIVE!✨" Arms out, he decided on theatrics primarily to make himself feel better. Angel Dust, lounging on the couch nearby and was now beyond confused, gave a half-hearted golf clap before he returned to his popsicle and magazine.
Charlie jumped a little bit - she and Vaggie were just now cleaning up from today's Goodness Exercises, putting away the roleplaying costumes and the little set pieces (Charlie had gone a little overboard this time, she couldn't help it!)
"Oh! Hi, dad, are you feeling better?" the Princess piped up, leaving her little task to see him.
"OH! Oh, yeah, this time of year is just a nightmare, stress hits the nerves, y'know? The Goetia like to save up all their drama for the end of the year so they all hit me at once, then there's all the wrap-up stuff before the new year- especially since Heaven got sent back with their tails between their legs, ho ho hoh- aaaand-"
"Fit as a fiddle! The jitters will pass!" He propped his hands on his hips. "Especially now that I've got all that done and the weight of that can slide right off, water off the duck's back! It was kinda... postponed a bit when I took my trip."
He dusted off his hands. "Got one thing left on my plate, but pfft, that's more for fun than anything else. Got a fella that wants to be the next Richard Mille and runs his prototypes by me, but his watches arrrrre..."
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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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Then it's a review of the financials and the budgeting - he's still a bit behind after his November 'vacation', but now is a good of a time as any, he supposes. Writing up a few promotional advertisements for his broadcasts... and then it's off to the kitchen to see how the gumbo's doing after cooking since early in the morning. Mm, perfect, not much longer and it'll be dinner time. And not a peep from Lucifer.
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"I WAS... ✨PRODUCTIVE!✨" Arms out, he decided on theatrics primarily to make himself feel better. Angel Dust, lounging on the couch nearby and was now beyond confused, gave a half-hearted golf clap before he returned to his popsicle and magazine.
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"Oh! Hi, dad, are you feeling better?" the Princess piped up, leaving her little task to see him.
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"OH! Oh, yeah, this time of year is just a nightmare, stress hits the nerves, y'know? The Goetia like to save up all their drama for the end of the year so they all hit me at once, then there's all the wrap-up stuff before the new year- especially since Heaven got sent back with their tails between their legs, ho ho hoh- aaaand-"
Deep breath, ease it out.
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm- I'm good." Ahem. "Sorry, for- y'know, for worrying you."
Nailed it.
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Even Vaggie peeks up from where she was folding costumes to raise an eyebrow. Like father, like daughter.
"Ooookay. Are you sure you're okay?"
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He dusted off his hands. "Got one thing left on my plate, but pfft, that's more for fun than anything else. Got a fella that wants to be the next Richard Mille and runs his prototypes by me, but his watches arrrrre..."
Not great? Could be better?
"...Crrrap."
Yeah. Let's be honest.
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"W-well, hopefully soooome constructive criticism was what he needed to figure out where to grow from there?"
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