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It was a quiet night and the King of Hell, Lucifer himself, was taking a tour of his palace. He was walking boredly through the ornate halls of his home, hands folded behind his back as he strolled lazily, the walls washed in the red light of the everfull moon and the flickering of the pentagram. Charlie and Lilith were out with the Von Eldritch’s tonight, leaving him to his own devices. He was in just his shirt sleeves and slacks, winding down for the night before going to bed. 

He was designing a new trinket to gift to Lilith in his mind when something abruptly drew his attention and he stopped mid-step. 

There was a subtle tugging on his consciousness that had slowly crept up on him. The feeling was familiar, but unsuspected, and he hesitated, turning towards the almost negligible pull, curious. Demon summonings seemed to wax and wane in popularity as times changed up on Earth. It had been so long since someone had used his name to summon him, and although he could refuse the call, he was tempted. He tilted his head, furrowing his brow as he considered before his eyes widened and the pull became more insistent. He took a step forward before stopping, trembling and hesitant. The draw became insistent and then intrusive and his mind went hazy as he fell through the void between realms only to be plucked by what felt like a fishhook behind his nonexistent navel.

He was first aware of himself in a distant way, as if everything was somehow once removed. As if he was swaddled, insulated away from the stinging pains of lashes across his(her?) back. The sounds came to him as if through a pool of water. He blinked, but his vision wavered, and blurred. His head felt heavy, his body unbalanced. He struggled upright, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was surrounded by tall men in dark robes. A fall of soft blonde hair fell in tangled knots around his bare shoulders and bruised face. 

He realized what was happening in time to cushion the body’s soul, protecting her from the more cruel atrocities about to be done to her body. He let himself drift, accepting the torture and rape before everything went black. 

He came back to himself with a flash of pain. He opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. He was back in his own body, but now immobile and somehow unable to access his powers. He was strung up like a butterfly, his wrists shackled and hanging from the ceiling, his wings manifested and strung up on meathooks. All his weight hung painfully off these few points, but he glanced about boredly, taking in the mainly bare cabin. 

A stinging pain in his scalp, his head yanked back, a sudden searing brand across his throat underneath his jaw, a sheet of gushing heat down his throat and chest. 

He started to laugh. 

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The wind was starting to die down to a whisper rather than the previous roar of the storm. The soaking rain had finally stopped although the final drops still trickled off the broad leaves of the overhanging trees, falling almost musically to the ferns and puddles underneath. The dark blades of grass shone with a layer of chill water.The dark gray clouds were like a funerary shroud across the firmament but even as he watched soft shafts of golden light like a benediction began to stream through the steadily thinning layer of clouds. 

Just as if the sign he had been wishing for was being displayed. 

It was time to start tonight’s hunt, even if it was not quite sunset yet. Everyone would have been driven inside by the storm, an especially violent one for so late in spring. 

His grin stretched wide across his face, the look more a feral display of anticipation than an expression of joy. His long fingers flexed in his black leather gloves. Anticipation sang in his blood. His breathing was picking up, his senses on high alert. He was at his best in moments like these. 

And his best was required today of all days. There were intruders in his swamp. He'd noticed them quickly of course, they'd had a week to handle their business and leave but that was the problem; they weren't leaving and he had a feeling they weren't planning on leaving. They had been suspect from the very beginning but he had allowed them until now, because they brought commerce to the town. 

The townspeople always were so happy to see strangers, rare as they were to come this way. 

But these ones were quickly overstaying their welcome.

Also they were up to something and whatever it was had been messing with the energy of his own Magicks.

Alastor was a practical man; a radio host, a serial killer, and occasional eater of man. Lesser so he also dabbled in the practices of his grandmother's arts; voodoo, hoodoo, and the like. The magic of humans. 

Whatever these intruders were doing it was messing with his carefully cultivated home and he didn't like it.

So as he stalked through the mud and trees he kept his eyes peeled for any of them and anything they might have brought with them.

The shadows were uneasy and whispered to him. Telling of intruders and innocent blood spilled. The rain told of sorrows, the trees recoiled from corruption. The swamp was not happy, and everything was becoming unbalanced. Even the weather seemed uneasy, possibly causing the late season storm. 

Even the locals were beginning to notice the strangeness. The silent wildlife. The uneasy atmosphere and sudden storms. The missing young woman was also of growing concern, and her parents were frantic.

Rosetta had just turned sixteen, and was a golden haired girl with a sweet demeanor and a charitable heart. She was the flower of the town, loved by all who knew her. Pretty and precocious, she was clever and thoughtful, and she spent her free time volunteering. She even came to Alastor’s apothecary to make deliveries occasionally. She also took care of the stray dogs. She bright lightness and joy to all she met. She made a living growing flowers and selling them. 

But she had gone missing out of the blue. No one had seen hide nor hair of her in three days. And she was not the sort to go anywhere without giving her parents notice. 

The missing goats were of less concern, but still made note of. 

All the signs led to a small formerly abandoned cabin in the midst of the swamp. Although abandoned, it was sturdy and well defended. 

Well defended to mortal means at least. 

Alastor doubted he'd find the girl alive though there was always hope. If rescue was impossible vengeance was always an option. But she had been missing for three days now. And with no sign of her, even her parents were starting to lose hope.

He'd covered himself in several spells; he'd hardly looked mortal himself, the antlers on his head sprouting from the deer skull mask he wore over his face and the fur cloak he wore was thick with protective enchantments.

He dug his knife into the back of another guard as he held their mouth to prevent any escaping whimpers he'd met two so far. It seemed either most were in the cabin or out gathering supplies.

He dropped the body into one of the sink pits to allow the waters their own nourishment and vengeance and headed for the cabin peeking in a window to see if there were any clues as to the number of occupants.

The trees appreciated the sustenance that Alastor provided them and gave him cover. 

There was one man near the door, three in the center of the room. They stood over a complicated sigil drawn in blood. A couple dead goats, drained of their blood, lay off to the side. Every surface was covered in pitch black candles. There was an altar to the left, covered in a deep black velvet cloth, a dark leather book, a ceremonial knife, a golden bowl, and more candles. 

On the far wall was a slight figure in white with golden hair, surrounded by white and red feathers, chained by their wrists. There was a semicircle of more golden bowls at their feet, seemingly filled with a golden fluid. They wore only a small white sleeveless tunic that only fell mid-thigh.

Alastor gasped quietly, the girl! She was still there! Pinned to the wall? Was she a vessel of some sort? An image perhaps? He saw the figure on the wall twitch. She was alive! 

Well, dammit, now there was a tad more urgency to this matter. He began to chant, eyes glowing red from their natural brown; the candles in the cabin dimming as he stole the light from them for himself. He then slipped to the door and readied a scatter shot into his rifle. It lacked finesse and probably wouldn't kill them but it would disable many of them while he finished off the rest. With another chant he kicked the door down and stepped in broadcasting his voice just like he did on the radio.

A totally worthless use of magic but one he enjoyed anyway.

“Good Evening ladies and gentlemen! I’d like to welcome you to the front row seats of tonight's slaughter!” He announced before open firing on the group in the middle. He immediately dropped his rifle, spun his knife back up into his hand and drove it upwards into the skull of the one by him in the doorway. 

The figure on the wall lifted their head slightly, opening their eyes. Crimson pools, as if blood had been poured into their eyes to fill the socket from lid to lid. Their face was beautiful, nearly too beautiful to look at, their skin like a fine china doll’s. White as porcelain. As bone. But this doll had been broken, cracks along their fine cheek and across one eye. Throat slit. The golden stain spreading over their chest was their own blood. Their white garment was soaked in it. And the red and white feathers filling the wall to either side was their wings . Hung up cruelly by several rusted meathooks.

Free me and I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted.

The voice was in Alastor’s mind. Seductive. Powerful. 

Alastor hadn't noticed at first finishing off the three in the middle but when he had he was in shock. He'd never seen anything so beautiful before. And the voice in his head was beautiful too.

“You aren't the girl that's missing…” he said, spell on his voice fading in disappointment. Yet he approached. How could he not?

“Are you an angel?” He asked, lifting his deer skull to reveal his face, though even it had paint on it, a few more protective spells should he lose his skull. Though he kept wanting to look upon its beautiful face, he was also examining the binds that kept it in place.

The figure was silent for a long moment, staring. It was weighing this human and his intentions, appraising him. Its eyes slanted to the altar. On the floor beyond it was the crumpled form of a young woman. She was dead, cold and drained of her blood. For a moment his gaze seemed to portray pity. 

Of course, he had for some time inhabited her body. They had used her as a virgin vessel to drag him from hell. And once he was trapped, they saw no need to keep her virgin. He had managed to wrap her pure soul in his magics and keep her from the pain. And when they had used her body past the point she could live, he freed her to heaven, praying for the first time in millennium that his siblings would receive her. 

I was, once, the most beautiful of the angels. No longer. I am Lucifer, the King of Hell. 

He grimaced, glanced at the sigil on the floor with clear hatred in his eyes; so expressive despite being crimson pools. His lips curled back and he bared sharp teeth. 

It is that foul seal that is what keeps me here. Free me, and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. 

Alastor followed his gaze to the altar and from this angle could see her. He sighed and approached lifting her off the ground and laying her on the altar, closing her eyes and laying his cloak over her; she at least deserved some respect.

“What promise do I have that you will keep your word and not simply kill me once free? Even a lowly sinner as I know not to trust the devil.” Alastor said before turning and saying a quick worthless prayer for the girl. He was certain his prayers meant nothing. He was as damned as they came, but from what the town had said and his own experience she'd been a good girl she deserved better than this. He wondered how he was going to get her body home or if she'd simply be among the many lost to his swamp. He turned back to Lucifer and approached. “Would I simply need to destroy the sigil or unbind you physically first?”

The child did not suffer, and her soul is free. Worry not, she did not descend to my realm.

The voice seemed…reassuring?

Due to the…methods binding me here…I cannot lie. But if you do not trust my word you can always strike a deal…my freedom in return for whatever it is you most desire…I can give you power…

His gaze was fixed on the sigil and his wings twitched weakly.

Just the sigil…

Alastor hummed, he was relieved she hadn't suffered and if the demon was honest she wasn't forced into hell.

“I appreciate your kind words,” he said, going to the sigil to examine it. A deal. Anything he desired to free him. 

“I don't really need anything from you right now. I have it pretty cushy up here. I've worked hard and gotten most of what I desire by my own hands.” The human said, running his fingers over the binding. Really the only thing he wanted that he didn’t have was his mother…but he doubted the devil was in the practice of resurrections. Besides, pulling his mother out of heaven where she surely currently dwelled seemed too cruel to contemplate. 

“However, as our dead friends over there can attest, that can all change in the blink of an eye. I assume they'll all be given appropriate treatment once you're back home?” he looked over at the fallen angel.

“I don't need anything up here, but, when my life comes to an end I'm under no illusions about my placement. I will end up under your care. That's what I want. I want to be shown the same mercy I'm showing you. Spare me hell’s fury and I'll free you.”

Lucifer was completely taken aback by the man’s decision. He had never met a human as steeped in sin as this man was who yet lacked such greed or lust. Who had such forethought. He turned his gaze to Alastor. For the first time actually focusing the whole of his attention on the human. 

And what a pretty little human he was too. Feral. Driven by the darkest of man’s sins. But so controlled. And still with some softness to him. So curious. Lucifer was intrigued.

Deal.

He declared, and a golden-red aura surrounded them before coalescing into a chain around each of their wrists, binding them. 

Alastor had expected it to hurt, to burn. Yet all he felt was warm, almost the same warmth of when his mother was alive. He shivered and turned away from the demon. “Deal” he said breathily and got to work on the sigil at first trying to cut it then smudge which didn't do anything so instead he started chanting while dragging the bodies of the dead to the swamp which caused the water to rise, it was a waste of a good cabin but sure just a blood drawn sigil couldn't match the force of living water.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, watching the man work. He had a slight smile on his doll-like face, even when the sigil began to recoil onto him, causing him agony, he did not cry out. More blood began to gush from his throat and his wings spasmed, but he was silent as the grave, eyes trained steadily on the human. His eyes began to glow golden beneath the crimson.

As the water poured over the floor in rivelets than streams than finally a flood that covered the floor he began to laugh in delight as the seal was washed away. He was surrounded in a golden glow and he twitched a finger, the bindings around his wrists falling away, the meat hooks crumbling to rusted dust.

He floated above the water and went to the altar, one hand gesturing to the girl and bringing her into his arms before his eyes narrowed at the leather bound book and it went up in a gout of hellfire. 

He watched until it was nothing but ashes before huffing with satisfaction and making his way out of the cabin. “Its a pity you have killed them already and given them to your swamp. I was going to enjoy their suffering.” Lucifer said to Alastor with a childish pout on his pretty face. His throat was already healing. 

Alastor turned toward the angel- no devil floating above him holding the girl. He lowered his mask back down so he didn't have to try to hide how awestruck he looked. He coughed into his fist and turned away. “Well some of us have to pay rent, you know. I am sure they didn't plan this by themselves, surely they have compatriots you can hunt down for fun, your majesty.” he said, wading back into the cabin to retrieve his cloak as the water slowly went down.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, his loose blonde hair falling over one eye. His eyes were now golden, with red irises and slit pupils. He blinked and then beamed. “Oh, that is a good point!” he declared. “Unfortunately my ability to stay on Earth is pretty limited unless I am bound…” he glanced and smiled so sweetly up at the human. “Unless you want to help me round up the wretches who dared call me here…” he suggested. His wings had vanished, and now he looked so much the smaller. In fact, the teenage girl in his arms was probably taller than he was.

He lowered himself to the ground, settling himself on crimson hooves. He dropped his gaze from Alastor’s masked face to look at the girl. “What are the funerary rites here?” 

Alastor was surprised at how small he was without the wings giving him the extra size. 

“Oh um… her family has an above ground mausoleum. I hadn't expected to find her alive though I was still dying to figure out how to get her home without making people think I killed her. Though… if you aren't bound to your no lying rule anymore and you're certain she went to heaven perhaps you can return her yourself in disguise?” Alastor suggested rubbing his mask. “I wouldn't mind helping you hunt the others if you tell me what to do”

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, blinking up at Alastor’s mask once again. He blinked and the girl vanished in a cloud of gold and red sparkles. “I’ve placed her there, no need to fret, dear.” he said with a little smirk before turning to look at the swamp where the recently deceased had been offered. “Well, the contagion rule would bind these wretches to their fellows. Or we could use some of their ritual equipment to track them down.” 

He turned to look at him. Surely he heard that wrong. He must have meant deer because of his mask. “Haha, funny. My name is Alastor if you must know,” he informed. “I can ask for a body back if we promise to give it and a few more back in exchange; the swamp doesn't appreciate those who renege.” 

Lucifer giggled and stepped closer to the edge of the swamp to lean forward and peer into the depths. He stepped so daintily, moved with such unconscious grace. Was he really the King of Hell? 

He tilted his head and hummed, eyes glowing crimson and horns sprouting from his forehead, tail lashing out behind him as he held a hand out over the swamp imperiously. “Return me a body. You shall have your fill of blood in return.” he ordered, there was a layering to his voice that echoed in Alastor’s bones. 

Alastor was almost terrified for a moment. “Jesus…” he whispered and tugged his collar. Was it the heat? The humidity? He was starting to feel tight in ways he didn't understand.

“Everytime I start thinking you're too cute to be a devil you go and pull something evil and compelling like that;  I certainly would be a victim of yours if you were in my line of work!” Alastor complimented instead to distract himself as the most intact body rose back to the surface.

Lucifer stiffened when that insufferable little brown noser’s name was used as an oath, but let it slide. This time. He watched the waters ripple and part and grinned smugly as a body was returned to the shore and he knelt down to examine it with a thoughtful hum. He tilted his head and glanced over one slight shoulder at the human, luxuriating in his admiration and fear. “Oh, you have not seen the half of it yet.” he purred. 

“Oh I am certainly delighted for this venture. It is not everyday one gets to watch a master of the craft; so what's next?” Alastor asked, kneeling next to him to look at the body. He started picking through the pockets for physical evidence.

The little devil sat back on his hocks to watch Alastor for a minute, curious and just letting the human do his own investigations before turning his attention to the body. His eyes narrowed slightly and then he lifted one hand, summoning a wisp of gold to his hand, then twisted his wrist and forced the man’s soul back into his body. “Wake. Up .” he snarled. 

The man flinched, spasmed and then his eyes opened and he sat up with a gasp, clutching at his chest. He looked around in confusion before his eyes landed on Lucifer. He shrieked and nearly backpedaled himself right back into the swamp.

Lucifer’s hand shot out as fast as a striking viper and caught the man’s throat. “Oh, yes…I owe you some pain…” he purred as he slowly stood up, bringing the man up with him. He held him aloft easily despite the slightness of his own stature. His dainty hand was black as coal, contrasting with the pure white of his face and throat. He once again had his horns and tail, his eyes glowing crimson. But now his horns were longer, a golden serpent circling the top curves like an imitation of a halo, and beneath the snake between his horns floated a ball of hellfire. 

“You and your fellows…where did you find that book? How did you find my name . Who are your compatriots? Tell me answers or you'll suffer eternally.” he demanded, voice deep and polyphonic. 

The man babbled nonsense and Lucifer snarled and reached his other hand out to stab into the man’s chest, ripping out his heart with an elegant flare. He brought the heart to his face, considering the still beating organ thoughtfully. Then he squeezed it, letting it burst between his fingers. He waited until the man’s spasming stilled and then snapped his fingers, bringing him back, whole and unharmed. 

But the memory of what had just transpired remained. The man immediately pissed himself and began to beg for mercy.

Lucifer absently licked the blood and viscera off his fingers as he watched the man weep. His tail lashed lazily behind him and he looked amused now rather than impatient. “Speak to me John…I can kill you in so many ways…” 

Alastor was in absolute awe. He sank to his knees and watched the complete control this man- no, practically a god- had over the pitiful sinner’s soul and body before him. It was intoxicating to oversee. He licked his lips absently, wanting to taste the blood on those charcoal fingers.

In the back of his mind he wondered how far that control over life or death went was it only sinners? The recently dead?

Ideas of torturing his father similarly passed through his mind before he returned to the present, one must always enjoy the present, his mother said, and what a thing to enjoy.

Lucifer tilted his head, glancing momentarily at Alastor with something smug and pleased on his face before refocusing on the man he still held aloft by the throat. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled back in a snarl. “Talk.” he hissed.

“We-we just wanted the Angel Sa-” his voice cut off with a wet gurgled when Lucifer crushed his windpipe with a clenched fist.

“Do not say that name.” he hissed. His tail snapped like a whip. “Unfortunately for you fools, that was my name when I was in heaven….and it still draws me even after I fell.” He added more conversationally. 

Alastor was a little curious about the name the man had been about to say. Though at Lucifer’s reaction he guessed it was in his best interest to not learn it.

“How is it in your best interest to summon an angel then abuse it and it's vessel?” Alastor snorted, getting a little closer.

“Mmm.They were not exactly forthcoming about that, she was a virgin when they summoned me, but they didn’t seem to think that was important after I was trapped within her body.” Lucifer agreed as he threw the man to the ground, eyes raking his form as the man clutched at his ruined throat. “They took great glee in defiling her once they knew I was there and powerless.” he glanced up at Alastor. “I hid her consciousness away, she did not feel what they did to us. Once her body could no longer keep her trapped I sent her up to my siblings…I hope she was welcomed warmly.”

“She better have been,” Alastor growled and knelt next to John. “I know this is your scene, your Majesty, but may I do a little interrogation myself? I do have special interest in those who commit crimes against women.” He asked, glaring down at John. “And your ability to keep him alive does pose a unique opportunity for me.”

Lucifer tilted his head and considered Alastor before nodding and stepping back, gesturing at John with one hand. “Of course, I’m good at sharing! I’m sure I’ll enjoy the show. They were not gentle, so go ahead and do your worst.” 

John wheezed and tried to crab crawl backwards from them. 

Suddenly two viny spikes pierced through his arms like tentacles. “Leaving so soon John? I didn't give you permission! Though to me it sounds like you and your lot don't care for that sort of thing!” Alastor crowed using his broadcasting spell again.

He pulled out his knives and began cutting fabric and skin not bothering for gentleness. “So tell me, my dear John, how many times did you yourself assault our dear Rosetta? Be honest! I'll know if you lie!”

John’s eyes widened, filled with tears of pain and fear as he went limp, trapped like a pinned ant. His eyes darted up to Alastor’s face and then to Lucifer. 

Lucifer laughed darkly, stepping forward to stand beside Alastor before leaning forward with his hands on his knees, back arched and tail curling up over his back. The motion lifted up the bottom of his tunic, displaying his bare ass. There were deep dark bruises and vicious looking cuts all over his inner thighs, his pale skin streaked with golden blood and other colorless fluids. The devil didn’t even seem aware that he was presenting himself so lewdly. 

John gurgled, face pale. He glanced back at Alastor. He held up two fingers. Lucifer scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

Alastor asked, “Oh John, John, John! I warned you now! How cruel to throw my generosity into my face!” He shook his head “Well I didn't want to show you mercy anyway so I guess we'll just go until I'm tired of hearing you scream!” He said looking toward the king and turned a bright red under his mask. “Ah your majesty…” he offered his cloak with a cough looking away. “Does it hurt…?” Even his broadcasted voice sounded softer his knife digging into the man's thigh for the moment 

John cringed, shaking his head desperately and then holding up five fingers. He sputtered, wheezing and clutching at his throat with one hand and trying to wave Alastor away with pleading eyes.

Lucifer was a bit startled by the consideration and the concern, and he wrapped the cloak around himself as he stood back up, staring down at Alastor for a moment before shrugging and humming. “I’ve had worse. They were needlessly rough with me, but caused no lasting damage. I believe they intended to breed me.” he snorted. “As if I’d allow any of their pitiful seed to take root.” he scoffed and spat at the man in disgust. He didn’t personally mind being pregnant, even if Lilith didn’t breed him as much as he wanted, but he didn’t want these filthy degenerates to get their way. 

He glanced at Alastor thoughtfully. “I might let you breed me…” he mused thoughtfully. This human was steeped in blood, sins weighing his soul towards hell even while still breathing. He had a depth of power that had Lucifer’s mouth watering and his eyes glowed with a crimson depth as he stared hungrily at the man. He’d be an Overlord nearly immediately upon reincorporating, he was certain. 

John actually looked indignant at that and made an offended sound. Lucifer fixed him with a look of disdain, tail swishing with irritation as he took his attention off of Alastor. 

Alastor choked on his spit and dug his knife into the man further twisting it. “Haha you're so funny Sire.” He said and tugged his collar. “I believe we're working right now, no time for jokes!” He said, returning his attention to John.

Sure Alastor was no stranger to being flirted with; he was big on the night scene and such but, the king of hell himself! Surely just a jest. He took his knife and started on his original goal of cutting John's little cock off to feed it to him.

Lucifer smirked and looked mischievous. Oh, was his little sinner-to-be shy ?! He adored it! He would let it lay fallow for now…for now. He was sure he could get the young man in touch with the rest of the deadly sins. He turned his attention to John and his suffering, almost purring with satisfaction. 

John was trying to wail and plead through his crushed throat, slowly suffocating and drowning in his own blood. 

“Come on swallow like a good boy- is it too difficult?” Alastor shoved the cut organ into his crushed throat with satisfaction watching the man struggle, unable to properly die. “And to think we get to do this four more times! In different ways! Though maybe I'll let you off easy if you tell me about your little friends!” Alastor offered generously. “My king, can you heal him for me?” He asked

Lucifer chuckled and smiled widely as he snapped, and the man was back to his previous undamaged state.

John immediately prostate himself and babbled nonsensically, pleading for mercy interspaced with names of the other men. “Please, I-no more, no more, please! It was…Calum that…! He gathered us! Please give me mercy! It was Calum and Davis and-Terrance! They found the book!” he pleaded. “We were...a fraternity…?” he added weakly, lifting his head slightly. “We…most of us thought it wouldn’t work!” he said as if that absolved him.

Lucifer clucked his tongue with disgust, arms folded over his slight chest. The cloak slid off his shoulders and caught on his elbows. 

Alastor smiled nice and easy at him. Though his eyes were dark and anything but pleased. He used his knife to tip John's face up toward him. “You used a book you found and a ritual you didn't understand to summon an angel that no longer exists that you didn't think would work. And all of this you all thought it necessary to kidnap and maim a young girl? Really? What possible gain would any of you have from this? What reward did you seek from such a foolish endeavor?”

John actually had the shame to look abashed, although he didn’t dare drop his eyes from Alastor’s face, not realizing prolonged eye contact with a predator was a bad idea. “I-we were a…secret society more than a fraternity really…and…we…dabbled in…dark magics.” he admitted sheepishly. “And…Terrance found this book at a really old bookstore…and…we just…” 

Lucifer leaned forward again, eyes crimson, lips curled back. “You wanted nephilim.” he hissed. 

“Wel-well, yeah! And…power and luck and…” he flushed in shame. 

Alastor sneered, “Disgusting.” he said, flipped his knife in his hand. “I can understand greed. I'm greedy myself to an extent. I suppose you just had the unfortunate luck of being in my space and summoning the wrong people. A pity. Now your friends, did we kill them all? Or where are the rest? Will they return to the cabin on their own?’

John trembled, his stringy dingy off-brown hair straggling into his eyes. “There…were…15 of us…” he said weakly. “And…they…they will return…” he added, eyes darting towards Lucifer. More specifically his groin.

Lucifer growled and pulled the cloak tighter around himself. He wasn’t unused to being an object of lust. He had been the most beautiful in heaven, the original temptation. But this man’s gaze seemed especially oily and he felt filthy. 

“I see! Well that will be all we need! Thank you for your generosity!” Alastor said “You'll no longer be needing this, yes?” He forced his jaw open and pointed his knife to his tongue. At Lucifer's reaction to the man's gaze he grimaces and instead went for the eyes, cutting each one out to save the small king from the man's foul gaze. Sure he may be … the original evil or whatever but clearly he wasn't as unaffected as he put off. “Stay your gaze worm!” Alastor ordered as the man screamed.

Lucifer watched Alastor defend his ‘honor’ and purred with satisfaction, pacing forward on dainty hooves to stand beside Alastor, stroking a dainty hand down his back. “Oooh. My hero, mon cerf…” he cooed. “Feed this one to the gators. we have a hunt to enact.” 

“Yes we have work to do” Alastor shivered at the touch but got up and pulled John kicking and screaming back toward the swamp and shoved him into the water that easily began pulling him down.

“We should prepare for the arrival of the others”

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Lucifer helped Alastor remove the other bodies from the cabin, offering all the corpses to the waters. Lucifer cleaned up the mess inside with a wave of his hand before making an illusionary recreation of how it looked before and placed himself against the wall without any of the bindings. He didn’t feel he needed the verisimilitude of actually recreating the physical restraints. He was not pleased with the damage that had been done to his wings. He had given Alastor back his cloak, leaving himself simply garbed in the stained tunic. 

“Mmm. They should be returning soon…” he hummed, glancing towards Alastor. 

“How shall we get them? Wait for them all to enter and shut and lock the door? Turn out the lights? I do love my theatrics. But this is your vengeance story. I'll play by your rules, your majesty” Alastor said, leaning against a blind spot next to the door.

“You’ll see~!” Lucifer declared loftily with a big grin. He cracked his neck before lifting his arms up to the ceiling and crossed his wrists, creating an illusion of the bindings. His wings spread out and then he made them immobile. He took a breath and then went limp. 

Ten minutes later the voice of a group of young men raised in rowdy conversation approached the cabin. 

Alastor leaned back and waited. They sounded jovial and it burned at him a little. As far as they knew everything was fine yet it wasn't to them Rosetta was still cold and crumpled behind an altar used and abused. A literal Angel devil pinned to the wall. What was there to be laughing about? They'd killed a young woman on a whim they weren't even certain would work. Six of their compatriots were dead and they hadn't even noticed yet. 

He rolled his shoulders and grinned well it mattered not soon it would be over and he was being treated to a front row seat! Seeing their faces contort in realization and agony would be a perfect balm for his soul.

“Hey, did you losers have any luck?” One of the voices said as the door opened, a young man  coming in. Followed by others. 

“Man either way, I want some of that angelic body again, that golden blood is addicting…” another said as he carried a box of groceries in.

He kept the facade for just long enough for everyone to enter the cabin, and look around, notice the missing men. 

Lucifer’s eyes flared crimson, wings beating back against the wall hard enough to make the cabin tremble. “Come into my parlor….” Lucifer purred as he surrounded the immediate area with a golden dome. 

Then his restraint snapped. He lunged forward and tackled the nearest man, horns sprouting from his forehead, wings beating the air as he clawed at the man’s face and then he snarled and tore out his throat, disemboweling him with one raking strike of his claws across his abdomen. He shoved that man towards Alastor, and went for the next, catching him around the throat with his tail and pulling him close, snapping his neck and tossing him aside. Onto the next, reaching up with an open palm filled with hellfire and melting his face, leaving the man to clutch the ruins of his face as he howled.

That had all happened in the matter of seconds. 

Alastor caught the gurgling dying man with ease holding it like one would a doll as he watched the king in a mixture of awe and desire. He was magnificent. He tilted the man's head back and idly licked the blood from it as he watched the carnage. He didn't realize he was being given dinner and a show… he wondered if he was supposed to help though he looked to be having a bit of fun he might get caught as collateral damage….

There was screaming and of course some tried to flee beating against the golden dome to try and get to the door or even the window.

One crawled behind the altar and started chanting trying to remember how to stop the devil in his tracks.

Lucifer was onto the fourth and fifth men, pouncing on the first and shoving his hands into his guts to rip out his bowels and leaving him lying there before tripping the other and breaking his legs as he worked his way up his body and clamping his hands around his neck. He was spitting mad, breathing goats of flames, eyes blazing

He froze as the one man began to chant and his wings spasmed. He snarled, looking up towards the altar. “Stop him, please.” he said calmly. 

“Of course, dear,” Alastor dropped his idle playing with the dying being and headed for the altar. “Tsk tsk you've had your play time” he said as he jumped on the man's back slamming his face into the ground before forcing his mouth open and cutting his tongue out. “Is that all you need, your majesty?” Alastor asked not wanting to take too much as he rubbed the man's face in his own blood. For some reason he wanted to be told he did good.

Lucifer sent a smoldering look towards Alastor, pleased with his obedience. Such a lovely man. His blind obedience was very satisfying…especially because he was not doing it from fear. “Good boy.” He purred. The chanting had actually been starting to constrict his powers and had been painful. Most distressing. This cultist needed to be punished most severely. He stood up with a fluid motion, negligently gesturing at the last standing men and snapping their tether with life leaving them to crumple like abandoned dolls. 

He stalked towards the prone man behind the altar. “Now…what to do with you…” he hummed. He tapped one charcol clawed finger against his lip as he considered the man. “Hmmm….” he mused and shifted his weight, tail lashing as he put his hands on his hips. He knelt down as the man groaned in pain, blood gushing from his mouth and eyes dark with fear. “You….you are the ringleader, are you not…? Terrance…?” he cooed and the man flinched, paling and trying to crawl away.

“You…you found that book in a dusty old store and decided to play with an innocent angel? Hmm? Wanted to breed yourself some nephilim? Unluckily for you, I am no longer that sweet angel…” he purred as he grabbed the man’s ankle, snapping it easily while yanking him closer. He glanced up at Alastor and back to the man. “Also that poor child you hurt to summon me…that was unconscionable…” he added with a hiss. The poor child. Her soul had been so warm. She’d even tried to protect him until he’d cradled her in what remained of his angelic nature. 

Alastor agreed this man should suffer the most. “Sire, if you permit me, I have a spell you might find most enjoyable for this experience. It's truly the worst of my arsenal. I can personally attest to its evil. And it is used for only the worst offenders.” He offered, trying to restrain how excited the thought made him. Thinking about what it would do to Lucifer…

Lucifer glanced up at Alastor in brief confusion before smiling sweetly. “I am curious…” he agreed softly. “What sort of spell?” He shifted his weight, spreading his thighs slightly as he balanced on his hooves. His tail lashed over the floor and he decided to let the illusion drop. He released the man’s ankle, ignoring him as he pulled his knees to his chest and whimpered in fear. This human was so amusing! 

“It's a feedback loop of sorts; the more you hurt him the better you feel and the worse his pain gets! It's truly the most torturous experience imaginable, especially if you wish to draw it out for him.” Alastor explained.

Lucifer blinked once, brow furrowing as he watched Alastor before nodding his understanding, although something was ticking in the back of his mind. That sounded like a fascinating spell to use for torture. He already got pleasure from punishing the deserving, but this sounded delicious. But he was wondering if Alastor might not have made some mistake. “Lets hear it~!” he declared. 

Alastor nodded and swiped up some of Terrance’s blood and Lucifer’s off the tunic, mixing them with some dirt. “With this offering I make a bind from the hater to the hated. May all pleasures gained from actions taken be magnified tenfold into the pain of the hated. And tenfold back into the pleasure of the hater. Until the end of their combined act.”  As he finished a broken red and black light flashed between Lucifer and Terrance. As Lucifer would feel the rush of Euphoria from Terrance’s pain. Yet probably also feel the slight static of a misworded broken spell.

Lucifer blinked once before giving a short barking laugh. Oh, what a naive boy…someone had twisted the Love spell into a sadistic parody. But…still. This sounded fun. He was already feeling a rush. He bit his bottom lip, eyes sliding partially shut as he shifted before reaching out to pull Terrance back towards him. He’d already started getting wet. “Hah...this'll be fun…” he breathed, trying not to give in just yet. He licked his teeth and reached out with his other hand, dragging a claw down the man’s inner thigh. He was starting to breathe a little heavier as he crawled up the man’s body and reached up to press on his hip before shoving hard, dislocating it. 

Terrance screamed and bucked, he'd dislocated a hip before yet this pain was nothing like ever before. He gurgled and choked on his blood. What had that man- no, monster- done to him surely the skulled being was another demon! Had the devil summoned him while they were away or something?! He could hardly think anymore and didn't know how to get out of this!

Alastor was pleased Lucifer liked his most hated spell; it really had too few uses. He leaned back and let the king have his fun.

Lucifer purred, tail curling up over his back, once more lifting up the back of his tunic, rucking it to his waist. He made his way up the cultist before straddling his waist and reaching his claws into his chest to break his ribs one by one. He began moaning after the second one, rocking his hips and grinding his naked cunt against Terrance’s abdomen. 

Terrance was in absolute agony, too much agony to appreciate how bitter the moment should be making him feel. How his suffering is what was finally getting the demon off.

Alastor turned a bit red and looked away ignoring how his pants got tight at the sight of the king. How he had the odd intrusive thought of how he wished it was his abdomen the little former Angel was rubbing on. He was unused to such thoughts. When he used the spell his gratification just went up; seemed Lucifer got his rocks off in different ways.

Lucifer was breathing out steam, face flushed golden, thighs wet with his slick. He licked his teeth and laughed breathily and snapped Terrance’s final rib. He leaned back slightly, scanning the shattered chest cavity with satisfaction. He lifted himself up slightly, strings of thick arousal connecting his cunt to Terrance’s abdomen. His pheromones were heavy and sweet in the air. “Mmmm. Your pain is delicious.” He purred. He tilted his head slightly, arching his back as he reached out to stick his fingers into the cultist’s sobbing mouth, pressing his thumb up into the soft spot beneath his chin and then he ripped off his jaw. 

He froze, hand clenched around the jaw, eyes rolling back as his body trembled, and then he keened as an orgasm rushed through him, flooding his veins with pleasure. 

Alastor watched the absolute display of brutality and strength with rapture. He pressed his legs together groaning softly. He'd never felt this way before. Why now of all times? He should be terrified really. Terrified that the King's claws would be turned on him now that he knew of such a terrifying spell. But his pleasure was so amazing to watch and Alastor just wanted a taste. 

He could see why so many had lost their souls on petty deals with the devil for small trinkets or attentions such small trifling ambitions didn't seem so foolish watching the small beautiful king covered in the most beautiful red he wanted to lick off while golden nectar spilled between his legs that appeared more lovely than the sweetest icing on a cake. Alastor didn't realize it yet but he was drooling a little.

Lucifer was moaning unabashedly as rapture coursed through his lithe little body and he writhed atop the man beneath him, heedless of Terrance’s agony as it echoed throughout his body as pleasure. “Oooooh…” he purred, eyes half-lidded as he stared upwards before slowly coming back to his senses. He shook himself and rolled his shoulders before lifting himself up a bit and looking down at the man beneath him, licking his lips as he contemplated his next move. 

He leaned forward, lifting his ass up, almost all but presenting himself to Alastor. His eyes flickered from Terrance’s face, a rictus of agony, to his throat, and his chest. “Hmmmm.” he mused before lifting his claw and tracing along Terrance’s cheekbones. “I think…” he began before slowly dragging his claw down the man’s jaw, digging in his claw just deep enough to draw blood. “I shall flay you.” he decided. He started with his cheek. 

Alastor dug his fingernails into the ground to restrain himself from bucking forward. “What an excellent idea sire. Though how much longer can his wretched body hold out?” He asked watching it twitch and gurgle beyond begging for death, only release that wouldn't come..

Lucifer chuckled as he shifted to glance at Alastor over his shoulder, going still, eyes wide as he saw Alastor’s reaction to him. He moaned again and licked his lips, lifting one hand from Terrance’s chest to reach for Alastor. “Mmm, come…join me…” he purred hungrily. His eyes dropped from Alastor’s face to his groin. Oh…it was big…his cunt fluttered, clenching around nothing and he suddenly wanted to be filled. He might even let Alastor’s seed take root…

Lilith would be furious but…

She’d love Al too, he was certain. By the time Alastor died and joined them in Hell she’d have warmed to him. 

Alastor leaned forward catching himself when he lost balance entranced by Lucifer’s beckoning. He all but pressed flush against him breathing in his wonderful apple scent. “How can I help sire?” He asked

Lucifer made a happy crooning sound and writhed beneath Alastor like a cat in heat as he slotted their hips together, grinding his plump ass shamelessly with Alastor’s hard cock. His eyes crossed momentarily as he felt how big and hard Alastor was. “Mmm….” he moaned, losing his train of thought for a moment. “Ah…hold…him…” he panted breathlessly as he returned to sliding his claw between the upper layer of skin, parting it from the underlying fat layer with the ease of parting crust from a sandwich. 

Alastor moaned in surprise and shock “A-ah as you please” he leaned over the king panting helplessly against him as he watched the beautiful display and control he had. He couldn't help rubbing his own hips against him a little. He wondered what it would feel like without clothes… he should stop, Lucifer hadn't given him permission for more, but oh, how he wanted it. He could feel himself building up to something and it was making it harder to focus on the masterpiece below him. He almost felt like he'd used the spell against Terrance in himself.

Lucifer could feel the man’s control slipping away and smirked smugly to himself. The thick tang of his arousal was heady and he ground back with a shift of his hips to let the soaked lips of his bare cunt tease his erection. Meanwhile he turned his attention to the weakly spasming  man. Lucifer tilted his head thoughtfully and forced a bit of energy back into Terrance, forcing him back into consciousness. “Focus, Terry~” he taunted cruelly. 

The broken body made an unintelligible sound, his eyes pleading for the end, for mercy. 

Alastor grabbed his hips “Sire you're being cruel!” To him or Terrance who knew….

Oh of course it was to him Alastor was a selfish bastard through and through and Terrance was a maggot who deserved this.

Lucifer smirked over his shoulder at Alastor and his eyes smoldered as he repeated the motion, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he felt the head of Alastor’s cock press against his fluttering hole. “Mmmm…” he moaned with a breathy whine. “Then fuck me…put me in my place…” he panted. He left off with the man’s cheek and started on his chest.

Alastor's breath caught and he swore his heart stopped. This was it, an invitation. He bit his lip. He wanted to protest, to argue, explain he hadn't had as much experience as his attitude suggested, but he had a feeling he'd keel over and die if his cock wasn't inside of that little angel immediately!

He pulled back just enough to clumsily pull his large cock out. Sure it was nothing compared to most demons or Lilith but for a human it was generous. He placed the tip at Lucifer’s entrance and it took every ounce of restraint in his body to not force his way in he entered as slow as he could he knew even if they were enjoying themselves that he could still see the bruises on the demon's thighs, he wouldn't be the cause of another, even if he wanted to run like the buck who's skull he wore.

Lucifer’s eyes rolled back in his head, mouth falling open as he gasped, hands clenching around the man’s collarbones, puncturing easily through flesh and muscle and he yanked up, snapping the clavicles as he keened in delight as he was filled. “Oh~! Oh~! Oh!” he almost sobbed. “Harder, harder, claim me!” he begged. Alastor was big, hard and thick, and it was delicious . Spreading him wide, stretching him. And then he rubbed against his g-spot and he wailed, cumming hard, cunt clenching down. 

His tail wound tight and possessive around Alastor’s waist. He reached one hand down to his own abdomen, trailing steaks of Terrance’s blood and viscera over himself as he focused what remained of his attention to force himself to conceive…he just needed Alastor’s cum.

Alastor didn't disappoint the human holding onto him and breeding him just as he asked, the mask making his moans sound more beastial and Terrance's poor body being crushed under their weight. Alastor's cock pressed perfectly against his cervix, kissing his womb with each upward thrust.

Alastor was hot. He felt like he was losing air with how amazing this was, a beautiful body beneath him and a dying body beneath that it was a dream come true really. But his mask was making it so hard to breathe. But if he took it off he might want to sink his teeth into that beautiful pale neck almost on display for him.

Lucifer whimpered softly, eyes sliding shut as he arched his neck, each exhale releasing little flickering flames as he trembled beneath Alastor. “Mmm~!” he whined, cunt convulsively milking Alastor’s cock, making sure to get every drop. “Ah…yessss…good boy…bite me…!” he panted. He wanted to carry Alastor’s mark with him back to hell. 

He allowed Terrance’s life to flicker out. He’d deal with him more when he got back to Hell. Or maybe save him until Alastor eventually joined him. 

Alastor obeyed; he couldn't choose not too. He lifted his mask and bent down slamming upward, biting into that beautiful neck and tasting what surely must have been ambrosia. He came hard not even noticing that the maggot below them life's had faded all he knew was the ecstasy of the present and that he'd never know this bliss again.

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, eyes glowing golden as he let Alastor drink his blood. Such a sweet man…he was so steeped in sin that Lucifer had no worry that he’d change course and wind up in heaven. He was confident he would join Lucifer in Hell sooner rather than later. He turned and glanced up at the human’s face. Alastor’s young face was wreathed in ecstasy, and he was so very beautiful in that moment to Lucifer. He leaned up to kiss him sweetly. “My darling, I will be waiting for you with great anticipation. Be in no rush to join me, but know I will welcome you when you do fall.” he purred. 

He snapped, letting the illusions and magic fade from the cabin. Cleaned the mess of blood and gore and paraphernalia, stacked the bodies neatly for Alastor to discard as he wished. And he too was gone. All he left behind of himself was a golden ring that looked like a serpent around Alastor’s ring finger.

Alastor gasped and windmilled before hitting the floor with little grace. He scrambled up as the clouds of lust cleared from his mind and he looked around in shock. He was gone just like that? He examined the area to find it as pristine as if the cultists had never come other than their bodies nearly piled up. He absently realized he was just sitting there like a moron with his pants down and quickly pulled them up. 

Why did he just leave? He said he'd wait but was there such a rush to go… he'd wanted to know a bit more. Though he guessed he probably had things to do at home… or his time ran out.

Alastor rubbed his arms already feeling cold for some reason without him near. Whatever there was work to do. He looted the bodies for any money or useful trade goods and fed them to his swamp; he took the groceries they just bought home. 

He'd continue his life just like before Rosetta has been avenged and while looking at her devastated parents would eat at him sometimes he could rest easy and offer a little comfort knowing she was in heaven.

Now just to wait for his death not that he was in a hurry he had a lot of living to do.

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Lucifer arrived back in his palace, in the corridor he had been in before he’d been summoned.

He looked around and brushed the skirt of his tunic down over his thighs. He wondered how long it had been, if Lilith and Charlie had returned yet. He absently lifted one hand to his mouth to lick up the blood. He could simply snap himself cleaned…he was filthy. Coated in blood -both his own and the idiots he’d slain- dirt, sweat and cum. He lifted his hands up to stare at his blood coated claws. 

Disgusting.

A moment later he heard a feminine shriek and he was tackled and picked up immediately, black fire surrounding him, “Lucifer! Where have you been?! I've been worried sick!” Lilith’s sweet, angry, voice demanded as she held him tightly before letting him go upon noting the blood and bruises. Her eyes flashes red and she growled, “Who did this?!” She demanded eyeing the bite in his neck. 

He beamed as he clung to his wife, tail still manifested and wagging behind him. “Lilly, darling!” he cooed and laughed as she eyed his neck. “Some wannabe cultists summoned me…using my…old name.” He explained, smile turning a bit brittle. “They…pulled me into the body of some poor girl.” he added with a sigh. He explained to her what had happened, not sparing the gory details. 

How he’d been summoned, inhabited the body of poor Rosetta, how he’d hidden her consciousness away as they raped her body. Then how they’d  managed to pull him entirely bodily into the earth realm, and proceeded to bind and rape that body too. And then slit his throat to drain his blood. How Alastor had arrived as if answering his call. His ruthlessness and his softness. How they’d made a deal. How Lucifer had dealt with the remaining would-be-cultists. The spell Alastor had shown him, how arousing and thrilling it had been! How Luci had tempted Alastor and allowed the man to breed him. And how he’d then returned. 

He never hid anything from his dear wife.

“So, when he eventually dies, I plan on giving him a warm welcome~!” he concluded brightly. 

Lilith went through all five stages of grief and rage as she listened to the story and then utter disbelief.

She bonked Lucifer in the head with her fist. Obviously not enough to actually hurt him but enough to send a message. “You dunce! My darling, you have a heart of gold but no braincells to match! You're supposed to at least talk to me before picking our next husband! Or falling in love! What if he's a psychopath? Or is totally different by the time he dies?  And you're pregnant?” She looked down at his still flat tummy biting her lip. She was a tad jealous but knew this was probably her fault for not doing it herself. Charlie was just such an energetic handful! 

“Charlie is going to love playing house with a sibling though…” she rubbed her temples.  “I really hope this man is all you said he is dear…”

“Oh, I am fairly certain he is some sort of psychopath. He is at least a serial killer and a cannibal!” he said with a sheepish grin, looking only slightly chastised and not at all ashamed of himself. “But we can watch him!” he added. “Keep an eye on him until he falls…” he added with a hum. “It will at least be entertaining!” he chuckled. At the mention of Charlie and her future sibling he purred smugly and stroked one hand over his abdomen, “I wonder how birthing a nephilim will differ from a hellborn.”  he mused thoughtfully.

He stroked his stomach again before wrinkling his nose as his hand encountered some thick congealing fluids that he did not want to investigate more closely. “I do need a bath though,” he muttered. He smiled sweetly up at his wife, batting his eyelashes like a true coquette. “And I need you to reclaim me…erase the touch of those filthy cultists…” he purred.

She looked at him with darkened eyes, “I can do that my darling,” spying on his human fancy could wait, reclaiming her love was more important. She covered him in shadows and took them away to their private rooms, glad Charlie was down for a nap and would be for awhile.

First order was indeed a bath however. And then Lilith would remind Lucifer who he belonged to.

The rest could wait until another day.

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Another day was sooner than expected, for two days later heaven sent a message via one shaking cherub saying the first man Adam was demanding a meeting with Lucifer at his earliest convenience. Over a recent incident in the living world. Though not to wait too long because the Dickmaster had ‘way more important matters to fuck around with.’

Lilith’s eye twitched at the message but dismissed the little Cherub with a gift basket anyway for its trouble. “Well, darling, shall I go with you?”

Lucifer was a little hesitant to go face Adam; the deeds of Eden was still a very sore subject for them all, and Adam had changed so much…become so bitter and rude…but he was also curious. He had missed him…despite everything. He glanced up at Lilith. “If you would, dearest, I would be grateful...Adam didn’t say I had to come alone.” he said with a relieved grin. 

“Not that I would leave you alone anytime soon.” she scoffed, stroking her fresh claiming bites all over his neck; only Alastor's small human bite lay undisturbed per Lucifer's request, though it would heal without scar on its own, unfortunately. She was not in the mood to leave her little apple pie on his own any time soon.

She got up and summoned Asmodeus to babysit Charlie, the rooster Ars Goetia immediately whisking her away to go shopping. She giggled a bit and got ready putting on her most radiant regalia. She always liked peacocking in front of the first man.

Lucifer also snapped on his finest suit, a pair of pristine white slacks and white button up under his pink and cream striped vest, white jacket, hat and crown and scepter. His black knee high boots shone like a mirror. He looked great, if he said so himself! He of course left his throat bare to display all of his loving wife’s loving devotion. And Alastor’s claim too. He thought he might keep it until Alastor joined him in Hell. 

He glanced towards his wife and smiled with adoration as she took such careful pains with her own appearance. She was so beautiful…enchanting! He was so lucky. He snapped and fashioned a golden serpent necklace that wound around her throat and over her collarbones. 

“Oh, my love, you spoil me,” She cooed and kissed him on his rosy cheek. ”Let's go my darling” she smiled and headed for the embassy sending a servant ahead to announce their arrival.

Adam was waiting, actually in person this time, of course eating as per usual; his set up being ribs, a few salads and fruits from his personal garden. Not that he'd admit to such or anything. Anyone tasting the quality and knowing the first man personally might know however. It wasn’t like he wanted to be here, but he was the only guy qualified to deal with the king of hell aside from Sera and he doubted she'd get the message across properly. “Father he's fuckin’ slow.” Maybe he was injured more than they anticipated from the incident…

Lucifer arrived with Lilith a moment later, having teleported them to the entrance of the embassy. The magic from heaven kept him from teleporting into the actual building, but he could get them to the entrance. He opened the doors and gestured for his wife to proceed him before following behind her, limping slightly. He had mostly healed, but he was still a little sore. It was a short walk to the front register, the floating golden scroll floating in the air. Lucifer waved a hand to sign them both in and the golden doors opened to permit them entrance.

Adam perked up “Fucking finally. I was about to go to your dumb place and look to see if you died. Oh, and hi Lilith, still kicking you hag?” Adam stuck his tongue out. “Looking good I guess~”

“You're as charming as ever,” Lilith rolled her eyes and came over to sit primly in her seat. “This is quite the feast you brought. What's the occasion?”

“Eh, Sera told me to play nice since this was such a grim occasion and all. Not that I was worried about his royal shortness or anything,” Adam said, shoving a plate of fruit in her direction. As usual no apples were present.

The fact that he said that at all meant he was worried and Lucifer was a bit startled as he took a seat beside Lilith and watched Adam from beneath lowered lashes. Adam looked good…he had gotten a bit bigger. Softer. Especially around the gut. His wings were massive and Lucifer ached to touch them. And he was still so handsome it hurt to look at him. Once again guilt and shame gnawed at him, even as his chest grew tight, as he saw what he and Lilith could have had if he hadn’t been so stupid. He had loved Adam first after all, and then became drawn to Lilith afterwards. He had admittedly gotten a bit dazzled by her, and had ignored Adam while courting her…but he hadn’t meant to neglect Adam! He hadn’t chosen her over him…! 

He had loved both! 

But now…he shifted awkwardly in his seat. He hadn’t told Lilith he still pined for Adam, he wasn’t sure how she’d take it. She was a bit protective and possessive. He loved that about her. It was just his angelic nature. He had been made to love and be loved and sometimes he just…

He sighed. He should be content. Lilith was wonderful, she was all he needed…He already dragged that human into their relationship without Lilith’s consent. He should be happy with that. He had been faithful to Lilith all this time…he could ignore that thrum of desire like he always did. Adam would never want him back anyways. 

He eyed the food, brows furrowed slightly as he reached for a peach. He took a bite and moaned softly as the sweet tart taste hit his tongue, the juices running down his chin. “You grew these? Thumb is still as green as ever!” he laughed. It was obvious to him that these had been grown by Adam. 

He glanced towards Adam as he wiped up the juices with his thumb before absently licking it off. “So, what’s this about?” He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly to peer at Adam as he took another bite of the peach.

Adam looked a bit disgusted as a hint of a golden blush hit his cheeks and he looked toward Lilith who ate more gracefully, laying his chin on his palm. “Well, yeah, I am the best Gardner ever, it's what I was built for. That and bangin’ sex.” Adam scoffed as if it was obvious. “Surprised you guys could tell with the crap food you probably got down here though!” he added scornfully.

“Though, down to business I'm here at the request of a pesky winner, you might know her. A Rosetta Lyson.” he said, looking back toward Lucifer. 

Lucifer rolled his eyes as Adam bragged, but he was more amused (and jealous) than indignant or insulted. He scoffed as their hellgrown food was insulted but sat up, startled by the name. He planted his hands on the table, standing up and leaning forward, eyes wide as he stared intently at Adam. “Rosetta! How’s she doing? Is she adjusting? I hope she was welcomed warmly, it’s the least she deserved!!” He gushed, a little flushed. Thinking of her made his mind flashback to when they had been briefly joined. He winced. 

“Yeah, Saint Peter and Emily picked her up personally. She's in the best hands imaginable.” Adam said with a bit more reassurance than before. “You were very kind, calling them like you did, Mikey sent them down immediately.” He called his twin by his most hated nickname.

“It's part of why I'm here. She's been worried sick about you. Hoping you got out too. So I got sent to check on ya. Someone let her know you got free and her captors were all dead and justly suffering in hell down here.” He snorted, leaning back and spinning in his chair. “The stupid sweet thing asked them to have a little mercy! God how'd they pick one of the nicest humans around to fucking murder right? Imagine how great of a winner she could have been had she lived out her life! She probably could have ascended to Sainthood! Now she's gotta work for it post dying!”

Lilith scowled, “There will be no mercy for any of those souls who kidnapped my Apple Pie.” She growled.

Lucifer blinked and smiled in relief, face lighting up with an echo of his previous angelic nature. “I-I wouldn’t say it was ‘kindness’! I just…didn’t want the poor child to suffer. And she didn’t, as soon as I realized what they wanted to do to her body I hid her consciousness! Although…I couldn’t do anything about the ritualistic suffering she had to go through before they got her possessed by me…” he sounded guilty. He looked disgusted. “I have no idea how they found my True Name…but they seemed to be under the impression that I was still an angel…” he added with a sigh. “You might want to try and find any copies of those books…” he concluded, looking up at Adam. 

He nodded agreement with every comment Adam made concerning Rosetta’s nature. She had been a sweet, pure girl. “Oh, let her know I inturned her body in her family’s mausoleum and that she’s been properly mourned!” he added. They had checked on that. 

“That's good,” Adam said, “I am sure she'll be relieved and it saves us the trouble of setting up some divine intervention for the family to give them some peace on her behalf.” Adam nodded. “We'll look for that book, that shit’s dangerous. How'd you get out of it anyway? We checked that cabin and while you did a good job of erasing the magic even my girls could feel how gross the place was. The whole damn area was steeped in human magic too,” he said “Though it was different than the magic that held you.”

Lucifer sat back down looking smug, folding his hands on his lap. “A human stumbled upon the scene…he’s destined for hell for various reasons but he’s not completely without some moral code. We made a deal and he freed me. I’ll be offering him protection once he finally descends.” Lucifer explained simply. He tilted his head slightly and his grin widened as he thought about that particular human. “And he’s lovely.” He added dreamily, one hand on his abdomen. “I let him have what I denied the cultists.” he purred with satisfaction. He could feel the little lifeforce already growing within his womb. 

Adam listened at first with little interest. What did he care for some sinning mortal sorcerer? He did snap to more attention when Lucifer stroked his womb, eyes narrowing. “You. Did. What?” He asked voice low a moment. He let some human freak fuck him and then breed him?!

He felt a familiar sick emotion rise in his throat before he shoved it down and snorted. “Ha! You just can't help being a slut! And here I was thinking you'd been having the worst week of your life! But no, you were just out finding your next little play thing! Hah! How's it feel being yesterday's news Lilith huh?” Adam laughed at his first wife. Surely she felt bad she had to right? Felt used abandoned? Sick to her stomach, Lucifer looked so smitten!

Lilith did frown at Adam’s outburst but it was a look more of pity than jealousy or any loss. “Oh, I'm taking it quite fine, Adam. I know my Apple Pie. Has a big heart. He can't help but share it.” She reached over and pinched Lucifer’s cheek fondly. “Such a busy bee. Such a need to love and be loved. I just have to make sure whomever he shares that big heart with doesn't break it. So if that human doesn't stay in line… I’ll break him. ”

Lucifer rolled his eyes with a scoff and leaned into Lilith’s hand with a purr. “I didn’t go willingly, nor did I consent to what those would-be cultists did to me. And I certainly didn’t expect to find such a lovely man! He was simply a balm to the unfortunate event!” He declared haughtily before smiling adoringly up at his wife. “And he’d never replace Lilith.” He added confidently. He bit his lip when she mentioned ‘breaking’ the human if he hurt him. Her possessiveness always made him thrilled. 

He turned to glance towards Adam, and something in the first man’s eye caught him off guard and he flushed golden. He stared silently for a moment. Was Adam jealous…? Why would he…did that mean…? He bit his lip and averted his eyes, glancing back to Lilith. He would usually be shameless in his pursuit, but Adam and Lilith had had such a bad falling out…he didn’t want to hurt her. 

“Yeah that's how it starts, I'm sure,” Adam said, crossing his arms, “You'll feel secure now, Lilith, but it'll change; he'll start spending more time with this human and start missing time with you and then conveniently forget date and shit and you'll see you'll be forgotten.” Adam stood, “Whatever, I ain't here to play marriage counselor. Clearly I am no better at it. I just came to fulfill Rosetta's last wish,” he said, pulling out a dagger and tossing it to them. It was angelic steel and had ‘Rosetta's Mercy’ engraved on it.

Lilith pulled Lucifer close and scowled. “He didn't forget about you, he never has! It was the dawn of time, Adam, get over it! It wasn't like there were rules of dating humans or anything! You are so insufferable!”

Lucifer clung to Lilith, looking stricken. He caught the dagger almost absently, clutching it to his chest as he stared at Adam despondently. “I-I never meant to hurt you…or replace you. I loved you both.” he said in a small voice. “It…we were all new, us angels as well as you both. Emotions were brand new…I just got overwhelmed…!” he added plaintively. He bit his bottom lip, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I…I never stopped loving you…” he whispered. He cringed, dropping his eyes, expecting rebuke from both sides. 

Lilith held him to her bosom; she'd known, she'd known a very long time how her little Luci had mourned Adam and wanted to return to fetch him when they were locked away after the Eve incident.

Adam clenched his fists looking ready to boil over. “You know what? I don't need this bullshit right now I just- I just came for a stupid meeting this is all stupid! You're stupid! And if you think I'm buying any of this after all I this time well- shame on me if you fool me twice! I'm going home! Good luck with your new boy toy!” He said and vanished in a flash of light.

Lucifer clutched to Lilith with a desperate hand as he tried to stifle a sob. He had known Adam would not accept him…would not forgive him. He closed his eyes and turned to bury his face into Lilith’s breasts. “Lily…” he began before wincing as the knife began to dig into him, enough to cut through his vest and almost his shirt before he pulled the knife away from himself. He glanced down at it, taking the chance to admire the gift. 

Lilith took his hat off and stroked his hair “Ah my little angel; he'll forgive you or he won't, he's stubborn as a donkey's ass. It's why we didn't get along. But if he cared enough to check on you personally and bring you food, then perhaps there's hope.” She cooed gently. She admired the knife as well. “At least his sense of humor is still good. That's a clever way of fulfilling her wishes.” She smiled “Why don't we go put it to use before seeing what little Alastor is doing? I bet that will cheer you up”

Lucifer allowed himself to close his eyes and lean close, sulking for just a moment before standing up and following Lilith’s gaze to the knife, expression clearing as he began to smirk. “Yes…I think I have some unfinished business with a few cultists…”

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8 Months Later

It started with a jerk to his wrist and he stared at his arm in confusion for a moment before realizing what had happened. Lucifer’s head snapped up, pupils pinning as he stared upwards in shock. He stopped breathing, going as still as a doll, hands on his gravid tummy. “Wh-what? It’s too soon!” he gasped, sounding horrified. He struggled up to his feet, stumbling a little and glancing around anxiously. “Lily!” he cried out. He shook his head slightly, feeling frustrated. 

Lilith rushed in placing a hand on his back and the other on his stomach “Luci what's wrong? Is the baby okay?” She asked, seeing his face. He'd had the most odd cravings since it got active and awful morning sickness. She was worried about him and it.

Lucifer looked relieved as his wife joined him and he leaned against her. “The baby’s fine, it’s…Alastor…he…he’s here!” he said, stammering slightly and looking worried as he lifted his wrist. “The deal activated…I felt him descend!” he added. He was conflicted. He had missed Alastor, to a point, it had only been less than a year. He had not expected Alastor for decades. And he knew Alastor had the power to become an Overlord quickly. But still, he was horrified that he’d died so young. And they’d somehow missed it! 

Lilith gasped, covering her mouth “But we just checked in on him two days ago!” She rushed to get their crystal ball. Something had to be mistaken he couldn't have- what could have changed in just two days?! Perhaps it was just a scare? Maybe he was having a near death experience? Or the crystal ball would show them where he was……

-The death of 15 young men had not gone unnoticed. Not by the locals, and not by their families. The locals would gossip about the matter amongst themselves, and warned other visitors to be careful in the swamp but only made a minimal effort to discover the truth. The fact that they had gone missing shortly after sweet Rosetta had was something that people found satisfying, especially after her body was later found in her family’s mausoleum. The decided amongst themselves that the swamp had taken revenge for her death. 

The families were more focused on the matter although it took them several weeks to even become aware of the disappearances as the young men failed to return to college and were informed of their absences. They soon got in contact with one another and gradually tracked the movements of their children until arriving at a certain small town…

At first the town was happy for so many visitors though once the reason for their visit became apparent the atmosphere quickly changed. They became distant and withdrawn.

Alastor remained friendly and approachable though as it became apparent he was the only one actively living in the swamp all the young men disappeared in suspicion quickly fell to him on their disappearance. 

The visitors were not initially forthcoming about their intentions, but it was impossible to hide their righteous indignation and their thirst for revenge. They were such a big group and so aggressive that they were making the townsfolk uneasy and they began to withdraw, staying inside to avoid the lynch mob.

And once that mob had discovered the most likely suspect of their childrens’ demise, they were quick to make their move. Mob mentality made them unthinkingly violent. They had no thought of trying to go through the law. All they wanted was ‘justice’. 

And as they cut and burned toward the witch doctor's home they would find the monster they sought. Alastor greeted them in his full regalia as the wetland came alive around them. The hunting dogs were released in their anger and fright and a radio host's bloody last stand began.

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Alastor woke in a fit of terror, black and red swirling around him as his body burned and stretched before condensing into a writhing mass on the ground and with a final scream of pain that sounded just like his broadcasting spell it all stopped at once.

He opened his eyes to a red sky. The area around him was loud and he seemed to be in a dirty alleyway. He scrambled up and realized he was naked, but that wasn't the weirdest thing.

His body was all wrong, it wasn't him. He looked at his furry chest, his spindly arms and legs that ended in claws and hooves respectively and reached up to touch his hair and face. He had long protrusions from his skull. Antlers, they were antlers, just like his mask.

“Dead. Oh God I'm dead.” Those bastards had killed him! “Damnit!” He slammed a fist down on the ground and shadows exploded beneath it surrounding him in writhing tentacles. He lurched away quickly. Did he do that? He hadn't even charged a spell!

While he was trying to take in his new appearance and powers the other sinners began creeping closer, predatory intent in their posture. They saw new meat. 

A moment later Lucifer appeared in a swirl of red and golden sparkles, a little unbalanced from his gavid womb. He reached for the sinner, cautious to not startle him. “Al? Darling…?” he cooed gently. He admired Alastor’s new form. Dark ashy skin, crimson hair, scarlet eyes. He blinked when he realized that Alastor was an animal-based sinner. And a deer at that. He managed not to laugh, realizing that Alastor was still in shock from his death. The ears were so darn cute though, he hoped Alastor would let him pet them. 

Alastor pressed back against the wall startled a moment eyes wide. Then he started to recognize who was in front of him. “Lucifer…? You're here?” He really came. Just like he said he would. Alastor launched forward and hugged him even if the king barely went up to his waist now. He'd missed him so. He hadn't actually expected him to keep his end of the bargain even if the ring on his finger had been warm… he let go and stepped back looking down at him, “Lucifer you're…” he reached down to stroke his belly it couldn't be… could it?

Lucifer pat the sinner’s hair soothingly as Alastor clung to him, understanding how traumatic the sudden transition into Hell could be. His own Fall had been millenia ago but he still had nightmares. He smiled shyly when Alastor drew back and noticed his pregnancy. “Yes, your daughter…” he said softly. He placed his own hands smugly on his abdomen. “She’s ready to meet you…although I certainly did not expect you so soon…” 

Alastor grinned sadly, “Well, like I said when we met, one's status of living can change in the blink of an eye. Mine changed over the matter of half an hour but it still changed, now… can I have some clothes please? I don't want to be out here naked much longer if I can help it.” He asked. He wasn't cold. In fact it was hot as one would expect but he hoped he didn't have to flounce around naked.

Lucifer took the moment to admire Alastor’s lanky, spare frame, covered in a thick dark fur that looked so soft. He licked his teeth hungrily and hummed, tilting his head a little as he smirked mischievously up at Alastor. “It seems a shame to cover you up…” he teased before snapping his fingers and covering Alastor in a pair of dark slacks and a button up. They could decide on a style of proper clothing later. 

He tilted his head the other way, nodding thoughtfully before pulling the sinner close. “I know it's only been a few months…and I did not expect you for decades yet, but I did miss you…” he purred and nuzzled his cheek against Alastor’s chest, inhaling his scent greedily. 

Alastor smiled at the gesture and it may be a bit rude but he lifted the king up. If he was going to act cuddly then so was he. “I missed you too. I know we really didn't get to know each other long but I look forward to down here. If you aren't too busy with a lot of kingly stuff.” 

“Oh Lucifer, so rude getting all cozy with him without me!” Lilith scoffed hands in her hips as she manifested beside them, making Alastor jump a foot in the air and tentacles shoot out of him on all sides as he made a broken record noise.

Lilith laughed at his reaction. “Oh, how adorable, calm down dear! Or deer! I won't hurt you…” she teased.

Alastor laughed awkwardly “Ah-hah yes I feel we haven't been introduced… Alastor; a pleasure I'm sure.” He said putting Lucifer down to extend his hand.

Lilith took it and instead of shaking it she lifted it and kissed the back of it giving him a dark smoldering stare. “I'm Lilith, First Woman, Queen of Hell, and wife of this beautiful little man next to you. It's so wonderful to finally meet you,” she purred.

And thus it was proven that Alastor could both blush through his fur and that he had a tail that wagged.

Lucifer preened as his wife and lover got along so well and he climbed back up into the sinner’s arms, wrapping his legs around Alastor’s hips, noticing his tail as it wagged against his leg. He wound his arms around Alastor’s neck and leaned forward to inhale his scent again. It was still reminiscent of a swamp. A bit musky…iron…? Blood. It was an interesting scent. And he was horny again; despite being near term he was insatiable. He absently humped against Alastor’s bony hip and hummed with satisfaction. 

He leaned his head on Alastor’s shoulder to peek at his wife with a smug grin. “Sorry, Lily. I just wanted to make sure to uphold my end of the deal.” he said sweetly. 

He lifted his head to glance around. They were alone it seemed, the usual scavengers who would descend on a newly awoken sinner were nowhere to be seen. The combined presence of the King and Queen of Hell seemed to be enough to scare them off. As he turned his head Alastor might notice that his bite still remained on Lucifer’s neck. 

Alastor gasped as he started rubbing against his hip. “Sire?!” He made a new inhuman squeaking noise.

“Oh it's the hormones, the poor dear is flooded with them, your daughter is quite the troublemaker on him,” Lilith smiled, “I am quite happy you are here to share in the responsibility of his care, why don't we all get back to the palace and you can take care of that need of his?”

“Ah- you're really okay with me being there?” Alastor asked, a little taken aback.

“If I wasn't I would have taken care of you already,” she teased and pinched his cheek.

“Ah, understood,” he laughed awkwardly as they were all three suddenly back in the palace. Alastor stumbled in shock and held Lucifer tighter as he tripped onto a plush bed. Everything was red and gold. It was far more luxurious than anything he'd seen in life…

The little deer-like squeak had Lucifer crooning as he clung to Alastor. He ignored his wife and paramour as he started nibbling at Alastor’s throat, whining softly as he shifted, and the moment they landed on their bed he snapped his fingers and vanished his clothing, wearing now a sheer dark red nighty and no underwear. “Mmm, you need to take responsibility…” he moaned as he stared up at Alastor, eyes dark but glowing with lust. 

He tilted his head and then manifested a pair of blonde doe ears on his own head and a matching tail. He smirked and got onto his hands and knees, wagging his hips. He often shapeshifted for Lilith; they had been together since the dawn of time, after all, and after so long they had been quite experimental in their bedroom. He just wondered how deep Alastor’s new animal-instincts ran…stags would chase their does for days during breeding season…he bit his bottom lip and got up to run. 

Lilith chuckled and sat in her vanity chair to watch; her husband was so silly tempting a new formed demon like that.

Alastor was blushing, about to comment how unnecessary that was. He was cute just the way he was though the new appearance didn't hurt at all for some reason. But as he opened his mouth to do so Lucifer had turned away and got up, his mind went to static and his thoughts narrowed down to just three.

Doe. Run. Catch.

Alastor shot up after him, reaching to try and prevent him from starting the run in the first place, a bugle coming from his throat as his antlers grew even larger.

Lucifer glanced over his shoulder and made a startled little bleat as he jumped, dodging Alastor’s hand and darting forward, flushed with excitement and renewed arousal. Oh, Alastor was magnificent! The depths of his new powers were truly outstanding for a newly fallen human! He wagged his little tail, taunting the stag. The pregnant doe just out of reach. The cute little flag of his tail was pure white and vulnerable. 

He glanced towards Lilith and saw her sitting to watch. He snapped and manifested some of her favorite wine on a side table for her. 

Alastor's grin widened so much his face split, held together only by the threads of power he used in life as he launched after the magnificent doe. He'd catch the pregnant little tease and put another daughter- or maybe even a son in him.

Lilith chuckled softly and blew a kiss to her considerate husband before watching the wonderful show.

Lucifer glanced back at his suitor and nearly tripped over his own hooves as he saw the look on Alastor’s face. He whined, biting his bottom lip, stumbling before darting past the bed. More slick gushed from his aching cunt and slipped down his inner thighs. He caught the scent of Alastor’s musk and increased demonic pheromones, and he started to feel lightheaded. 

Alastor only stumbled due to his increased height and his antlers catching on the canopy but with a quick adjustment he was free and off after him, reaching and snatching for the sweet little morsel before him. His cock wasn't waiting for the catch however it was already hardening for the mating, just like his height it too had gotten bigger in his reformation.

Lucifer squealed, eyes wide as he dodged, only just outmaneuvering Alastor’s swipe. He was startled, the sinner was fast. Of course, he was faster, especially with his wings. But that was not as much fun if it was no challenge. He flicked his tail playfully and bent over a little to show off  his shiny, puffy little slit, and then bounded forward again with a delighted giggle. And then he glanced back and saw that cock. He stumbled, eyes wide. 

Alastor did not let him escape again, diving for him grabbing one little leg and pulling him back sinking his teeth into his sweet little haunch. “Mine!” He declared before clamoring over the sweet little doe with his lovely golden blood dripping from his teeth. He raised his hips and rutted against him just a moment before thrusting into his soaking cunt with a cry of ecstasy.

Lucifer yelped as he was finally captured, falling forward and only just catching himself before his face could slam against the floor. He blinked, scrabbling at the carpet as he was dragged back before squealing as he was bitten, going still, eyes wide as he realized that the audacious sinner had just bitten his ass. He was about to chastise Alastor until the massive stag-demon mounted him and then impaled him. 

He wailed, eyes rolling back as he went limp and submissive, lifting his hips and moaning helplessly. He was breathless, not that he needed to breathe, and gasping as Alastor’s massive cock pressed deeper, rearranging his insides. “Ah~! Ah!” he whined. It hurt…but in a good way, in a way he could get addicted to. Being stretched, reshaped to take Alastor’s cock. “B-biig….” he moaned again and clenched around Alastor’s cock before giving way to the intrusion. It was lucky he had been so slick, so eager. Despite the girth he did not tear. 

He shifted his hooves beneath him, clawed hands grabbing at the carpet. His little tail twitched against Alastor’s abdomen. “Ahh…Al…please…” he whined.

The sinner dug his claws into the carpet and set a hard pace. “No need to beg, my beautiful Doe, I'll fill you with another fawn right on the heels of our first…” he promised with a staticky growl.

Lucifer gasped, eyes rolling back and he trembled, flushed and needy. “Hnnnn…” he whined, clenching tightly when Alastor mentioned another fawn. Two…he’d get so big with the babies…he whimpered and glanced at Lilith. She never wanted to knock him up that often…would this be ok? 

Would she let Adam breed him…?

The thought of being stuffed by Alastor and Adam…over and over and over…had him cumming with a warbling wail.

Lilith was smiling serenely at the scene; her little love seemed to be enjoying himself immensely… though perhaps she'd have to be careful with their new partner if he kept filling Lucifer's head with hopes like that. They'd have to see if the first was healthy and okay before working on a second. 

Though she didn't mind what she saw right now, Lucifer screaming in ecstasy at the thought of breeding and the wild sinner slamming his cock deep and knotting him. She purred, oh, her king looked ready to pop, full of the child and cum.

Alastor himself had bitten Lucifer when he came, giving him a proper mating bite to go with Lilith's. He felt like his brain was full of static, pleasurable static going over his senses… he could -and hoped-  stay here forever.

There was a shimmer in the air around Lucifer and Alastor that began deepening, a layer like oil over water that gave a scintillating shifting aura like sun through a kaleidoscope of stained glass. The weight of his presence became heavier, almost smothering before retreating just far enough to be comforting like a weighted blanket. 

 Lucifer was squirming beneath Alastor, whining and panting softly as though out of breath although he hardly needed to breathe. `He looked golden and ethereal, a warm light glowing beneath his skin.

Alastor was taken aback by feelings and colors. What was this? Lucifer was so… beautiful all encompassing in the moment and when the heaviness lifted all Alastor could see was his beauty… he licked his neck over the bite; the angelic blood the only taste of heaven he'd ever need.

“Mine. My king my love…” he held him tightly and nuzzled him wanting to bathe the other in his scent something he'd never felt before but it soothed something inside of him.

Lucifer moaned again and relaxed fully beneath Alastor, tilting his head slightly to allow Alastor better access to his throat as he began to purr. “Mmm…yes…” he panted before smirking. “As long as you share nicely with your queen.” he added as he glanced towards his wife. She seemed to be enjoying the show and he preened inwardly while rocking his hips slightly and clenching around Alastor’s cock. 

His outer regard began to recede, the rest of his attention spreading back over the Pride Ring. 

Alastor looked up at her as if finally remembering her presence and turned bright red tail going stiff. “Ah of course I'm sorry…” he said embarrassed “I can share of course”

“No need to be embarrassed darling I know how it can be when desire takes over. My lovely little husband truly is beautiful isn't he?” Lilith purred

Alastor nodded as she got up to sit beside them and pet Luci’s hair. “You did so good, baby, I really enjoyed the show.”

Lucifer exuded a satisfied smugness, eyes half lidded and tongue peeking out between his lips as he watched his wife approach. He closed his eyes as she stroked his hair. “Mmm. Can’t help it, I’m the OG temptation after all!” he declared with a grin. 

“You definitely are” she leaned down and kissed him.

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“-and she didn’t say why she wanted us to meet at the embassy? It isn’t time for another meeting about how heaven wanted them to deal with the sinners.” Lucifer asked, brow furrowed as he rocked little Rosetta in his arms. He smiled again as he turned his attention back to gaze adoringly at her sweet little face. She was such a precious little thing. She looked just like her daddy had before death, for the most part. Skin a dark tan, dark brown hair with a slight curl, big eyes, and she was already such a happy little thing. But her eyes were his, crimson irises within gold, and she had his red circles in her cheeks. 

And Charlie, of course, adored her new baby sister. But she was staying behind to watch the palace while they met with Adam. 

…Adam. They had not seen him at all since the last meeting with them, just after he’d been pulled to Earth by those cultists…when sweet Rosetta, the namesake for his little one, had in her pure concern, sent Adam to check on Lucifer. The meeting that had ended so badly…was Adam still offended, thinking that Lucifer had been lying? Trying to manipulate him, playing a cruel trick to once again shatter his heart?

Lucifer sighed. It was not his responsibility to help Adam, and he should be content with Lilith and Alastor. No need to be greedy. 

Lilith overlooked the summons again, “No, the only new request is we bring the new consort with us. Could it be that they want to judge Alastor in person?” She drummed her claws in her throne in thought. While they hadn't made an official announcement to hell saying Al was in power heaven had to know because he helped make decisions now. He had a more modern human perspective. It was really helpful. He was also great with kids and talking with some of the older overlords.

Lilith even had him a smaller throne next to her and Lucifer’s made for when he wanted to sit in on court.

Could heaven be wondering who Lucifer was lending an ear to now?

“I think we should go, it's not like they can do anything even if they disapprove. Not that there is any reason for them to do so.” She decided.

“Of course, that must be it.” Lucifer agreed with a relieved smile as he adjusted the blanket around Rosetta. She was still so young, he didn’t dare leave her behind. He glanced up to admire Alastor in his finery, black crown included. He was so dapper! He’d really come into his own these last few months. 

And he’d been such a balm to Lucifer’s anxious nerves when it came time to birth their daughter. She had come easier into the world than he’d expected, but it still cost blood and tears. 

“Are you ready, Al?” he asked softly. 

Alastor straightened his bowtie and nodded, “Of course, just meeting real angels for the first time -well, other than you- who would be nervous?” He chuckled. “I'll do my best to impress!” He said leaning down and smooching his cheek. 

Lilith led them both out to a carriage that was opened by a servant, Alastor helped Lilith in first, then Lucifer. Lilith took Rosetta so he could get comfortable before giving her back, and then Al climbed in. Then off to the embassy they went.

Alastor smoothed out his suit jacket. “If… if they approve of me do you think they could tell my mother I'm doing okay down here?” He asked. After hearing about Rosetta (their child's namesake) sending a message from heaven he wondered if a message from hell could go up. Or if it even should.

Lucifer paused mid-bounce of Rosetta in his arms and stared at Alastor for a moment before nodding quickly. “Oh, yes! Of course, they might try and refuse, but they can’t deny you such a thing!” he said, quickly reassuring him. He glanced up at Lilith, “We’ve never tried to send a message to anyone in Heaven, never had a reason to do so…but surely even Sera would allow it…” 

Alastor’s smile softened, “There was a time where I'd have done anything to see her again. Though now just knowing she's happy -letting her know she doesn't have to worry about me anymore- would make me happy. Though I wish you all could meet her. I am sure that's kind of silly since you've both probably met every kind of human imaginable.” 

“Alastor, if she loved you and raised such a unique and wonderful human as you, then I am certain she was worth meeting.” Lilith said, taking his hand. She knew Alastor was a momma's boy. Knew he had issues with certain types of men. It made it easier for them to rule together since he was already predisposed to womanly leadership. She could tell he respected her genuinely. So she knew that his mother must have raised him well. What she wanted to find out someday was how such a wonderful mother who made it to heaven made such a sin-filled man who made it as a consort to the king and queen of hell, such an amazing story!

Lucifer leaned closer to the sinner as well, eyes wide. “Yes, Alastor, I’m certain she will be so happy to hear news of you, happy to hear word from you!” he added firmly. “And she will be so happy to hear of her granddaughter, don’t you think so?” he added as he smiled down at their baby.

“Oh yes she would. She'd always wanted a big family. I just, ah, wasn't very interested before meeting you two.” Alastor chuckled. Even now some days he wasn't into the touchy stuff but they both respected him. Even if the three of them didn't understand yet what it was. Humans learned new things about themselves all the time so they were sure an explanation would be found eventually. It wasn't like his love for them diminished.

Lucifer relaxed and leaned back in his seat, letting his head fall back against the cushion, eyes closed. He was so worried about this meeting…what had they done this time that had drawn Heaven’s ire? The Nephilim? They hadn’t cared about all the ones born on Earth before the flood…

They couldn’t have any claim on Rosetta, could they? After all, she was the child of himself and a human…

He growled as he clutched his infant closer to his chest, his breasts flattened by the need to fit into his suit, and he breathed out a gout of steam. He’d rip them apart before letting them touch her. 

Alastor rubbed his back “it'll be alright my beloved” he said as the carriage rolled to a stop the door opening. “If they had issue with her they wouldn't have let her be born in the first place” he pointed out. It would have been easier to stop her birth than get her as an infant.

He stepped out and held his hand out for Lilith and both helped Lucifer out.

This time Lilith signed them in and Alastor led them into the meeting room.

Sera and Adam were both there, both looking pensive. Adam looked at Alastor like he was an insect under a microscope. For once not running his mouth or stuffing food into it. 

Lucifer followed behind Lilith, trailed by Alastor, and thus flanked by their taller forms. He felt safe here, with them on either side. Both of his spouses. But he could not help but peek shyly at Adam. Was Adam still sore…? He held Rosetta possessively to himself. He glanced towards Sera, already cowering, wilting beneath her disapproving stare. 

“So this is the mortal sorcerer who fucked ya, huh?” Adam said without preamble. “Somehow you both kept him as a pet. Guess we should be grateful we don't have to chase him down.” he pointedly didn't look at the kid. Eyes focused on Alastor.

Alastor stiffened, “I didn't realize I was so popular. Alastor Morningstar nice to meet you,” he said, walking over and extending his hand first to Sera.

“Why did you both want to meet Alastor?” Lilith asked, squinting suspiciously, pulling a chair out for Lucifer to take a seat.

Lucifer frowned slightly as his turned his attention back to Adam, eyes widening for a moment before he scowled, bouncing Rosetta gently. “He is my spouse now, another king of Hell that rules at our side, our mortal advisor. He has truly been invaluable to us.” he declared haughtily. He turned to Lilith, handing her the baby before planting his hands on the table as he got back to his feet. 

“Sera, Adam, what is this? You’ve never cared who we’ve taken to bed before…!” he began, before looking towards Adam. 

“Who you took to bed before has never took an entire mortal town and its populace's souls’ hostage with it when it died either.” Adam said, standing, “When you told me your story I should have paid more attention. Sorcerers aren't dangerous, not really, but ya boy there was a druid steeped so far in human blood and nature magic he'd tied the land to his very life. Soooo, guess what happened when ya died, champ?” He asked, looking at Alastor.

Alastor blinked, smile thinning. His well manicured garden of spells and the swamp of living water. Without him. He'd never once considered…. His family had tended to the swamp for generations, as he'd understood it he thought- well he guess he hadn't. He never thought to train an apprentice or anything.

“It's… not happy?” What did he mean about taking the town hostage? What had happened.

“Not happy is an understatement. It's overgrown. It has destroyed the town and killed all the residents, but even worse all the souls are still imprisoned inside of it and we can't get them out without causing potential damage to them. We need you to try and convince the swamp to release them and then we can kill it.” Sera said.

Lucifer’s  mouth fell open and he gaped at Sera and Adam in disbelief before turning to Alastor, grimacing. He should have realized…well, he had never expected Alastor to die so soon! “Well, I can’t go up to Earth unless I am summoned by my true name…” he began hesitatingly. He reached towards Rosetta, taking her back from Lilith as he sat back down, frowning slightly. This was not something they’d ever had to deal with…and clearly it was new to Heaven too. Something new…after all this time…that was…kind of fascinating. He’d never say that to Alastor though. Those were his neighbors trapped in the swamp. His friends. 

“Well, we have to help them right away! And you are not killing my swamp! It's very… it didn't mean to… it's not its fault I wasn't a considerate caretaker.” He wrung his hands. “Surely it'll recognize my return, I can… we can work something out for sure.”

“Look, sentient earth is… it's great and all but you ain't going to be there forever, everyone dies and so does it.” Adam said, “Lucifer, you don't have to go, we can take deer boy and a few angels and mop up this mess.” He said 

“Nonsense I don't trust you all alone with him, one of us is going.” Lilith said “And I know you don't want me walking around up there.”

Adam scowled. “Fine, but it's not a field trip. And Lucifer, Rosetta's coming so… prepare yourself, she insists on helping.”

Lucifer almost fell out of his seat as he turned to blink at Adam in astonishment. He was…being allowed to go to earth? He had been barred from that, on pain of death! He nearly cried but he managed to keep a more or less cool head as he nodded. “Yes, of course…” he agreed before turning back to Sera. “Uh, did you want to see her?” He asked, lifting Rosetta slightly as he nodded down at her. 

Sera gasped a little and stood “May I?” She approached and gently took her niece. “She's beautiful, brother.” She said brushing the child's messy curls from her face.

Adam finally looked at the little girl. “Yeah, I guess she ain't bad.” He couldn't resist kids; it wasn't fair Lucifer got to have one or more.

Lucifer was so happy that Sera had softened when she drew nearer to him and his child. He had hoped, but hadn’t dared hope too much. He’d thought she would hate the child for being of his loins…he held the infant up proudly. She was just old enough to hold her head up and she stared up at the vibrant Sera with a little coo, reaching out with one chubby little hand. She caught one of Sera’s finger with a powerful grip.

Lucifer glanced shyly at Adam, pleased that the First Man would unbend enough to compliment Rosetta. “Ours would be--” he began before realizing what he was saying and closing his mouth with a clack of teeth. He flushed and dropped his gaze back to Rosetta. Guilt and shame gnawed at his guts.

Adam scowled “Don't start that crap again, Lucifer.” He said “Get your shit ready, we're leaving for earth in an hour.” He said, opening a portal to heaven and leaving.

Sera winced, “He's… been upset since your last meeting, what did you say to him?” She asked, for once not accusing.

Alastor looked where the first man vanished and between Lucifer.

“Adam can't accept that he doesn't have to be a lonely single loser for all eternity, that's all,” Lilith said.

“You made a move on him?!”

Lucifer flushed and averted his eyes and swallowed before nodding slightly, he rubbed his mouth with one hand as he turned away. “I just…I-i just…I didn’t mean to upset him…” he replied weakly. 

Sera rubbed her forehead, “Brother your… no no, I'm not starting this again,” she said, “Adam is grown, so are you. You can work out your own problems.” She said and gently rocked the child. “She truly is beautiful.

Lucifer was a bit relieved that Sera wasn’t trying to pry, or to meddle, and that she was also not lambasting him. This was the best outcome, really, that he could have hoped for. He smiled and relaxed as he turned back to her. He cooed, Rosetta was so tiny in Sera’s arms. “I know, isn’t she? She looks so much like Alastor when he’d been alive!” he declared before remembering what Alastor had mentioned. “Speaking of-” he glanced at his husband. “Alastor’s mother…could Alastor send a message, perhaps? Could she be informed of her grandchild’s birth?”

Sera blinked, wings twitching awkwardly. “I…” she looked where Alastor was pacing, looking worried and clearly thinking about the mission ahead. “You are sure about him? As sure as you were about Lilith?” She asked softly, “He won't disrupt the order of heaven?” she asked, he looked kind enough but he was a sinner, what he'd done had been enough to send him to hell.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, glancing between Sera and Alastor and back before nodding. “He was not a pure man by any means, but I trust him. He’ll enjoy himself down here, he’ll have no reason to try and disrupt the status quo.” He said reassuringly. 

Rosetta had fallen asleep in Sera’s arms. 

“Then a message surely wouldn’t hurt, if his mother wishes to know of him then there should be no harm in it.” She said and rocked the child smiling at her gently. “It’s funny how his genes are stronger than yours brother, Charlie looked just like you. Do you know if she’s mortal or immortal?” she asked carefully.

Lucifer puffed out his cheeks slightly before laughing. “Ah, she’s got my cheek circles and eyes!” he pointed out before gesturing vaguely at her. “And I assumed she was a Nephilim…” he added cautiously. “Alastor was a pure human when she was conceived…” He was suddenly concerned and gave Lilith a look of distress before reaching out to Alastor. What if their baby was mortal? Died and left them far too soon? 

Lilith took his hands  “Either way matters not, my darling, if she dies as a mortal then we simply get to love her soul, yes? She certainly would have one just like her father.” The queen reminded him.

Alastor hadn’t even considered the life span of their daughter, he hadn’t realized it would bother Lucifer to talk about. “I thought she was kind of mortal like me. Or well semi-mortal like humans in the bible lived reallllllly long.” he admitted hugging Lucifer “I am sure Lilith is right, either way she’ll be okay.”

Lucifer looked a little conflicted, hesitating as he looked between Alastor and Lilith before nodding slowly. “Ah, yes, of course.” he agreed as he started to relax. He retrieved the baby back from Sera. “Lilith, I don’t want to take her to earth, will you take care of her until we return?”

“Of course, my dear, you and Alastor do your best.” She said “Sera, why don’t you and I plan tea sometime? There's no need for you to stay so distant if we’re going to be a family.”

Sera sighed but smiled a little. “I think we should.” She led Lucifer and Alastor away toward the portal to earth.

Lucifer hesitated a moment longer, letting Sera and Alastor pull away before he turned to Lilith. “Lilith…Lily…If…If I can…convince Adam that I am sincere…?” he trailed off, flushing. This might be his only chance. Maybe he could get Adam to see sense…to get through the layers of anger and bitterness he’d armored himself with. 

“My darling, I would never deny your heart what it needs.” Lilith said “I can tolerate that buffoon running around. He has matured since Eden a little.” she said, smiling gently.

Lucifer smiled up at his wife, relief making him feel light-headed. “I just didn’t want to spring another one on you without talking to you first.” he pointed out. He chuckled and swept up one of her hands to press a kiss to her knuckles before turning to chase after Alastor and Sera. 

“How considerate, love.” She watched them go and returned to the palace.

Adam was already at the portal and an angel stood by his side. She was beautiful, long blond hair fell down her back in waves, white wings gracefully curved along her back yet stained with blood? No. On closer inspection what appeared to be bloodstains on her body was rosepetals. All over her were signs of how she had died, each mark that had once been an ugly wound was now a gentle flower petal or touch of color to enhance her beauty.

Alastor froze “Rosetta, is that you?” He gasped rushing over.

Lucifer knew Rosetta as well as he knew himself and he rushed to her, to draw her into his arms. “Oh, sweet child…” he cooed, petting her hair as he pulled her head to his chest to stroke her hair. She was so beautiful here, as she ought to be. The beauty of her soul really shone now! 

“Samael!” She gasped and held the king close, wings circling around the small man instinctively. “I- I always wanted to see you again!” She cried holding him close.

Lucifer cringed slightly, but refused to let Rosetta feel slighted and he just continued to pet her hair. 

“Hey we talked about this, you can't call him that” Adam said while leaning on his axe-guitar, a slight frown on his mask. He was pretending not to look at Lucifer.

“It’s fine, Adam!” Lucifer said quickly as he looked up to gaze at Adam, a faint flush on his cheeks. He hadn’t heard such a protective, gentle tone from him in…eons. He just wished he could see his face…

“I'm sorry,” she said, holding Lucifer tighter, “I just can't seem to call you anything else.” It was hardly surprising, they shared the same soul space for a moment. Anything other than his true name would probably feel like a lie on her lips. A wound, just like the ones they'd felt in their shared pain.

“It’s fine, sweet Rose, if anyone can call me that name, its you, we shared so much, after all…” Lucifer said softly as he dropped his gaze back to her face. She was such a pure spirit…

Rosetta burrowed her face against Lucifer’s chest for a moment longer before finally pulling away to look up at his companions. She looked up at the red deer demon with a bit of a suspicious look on her sweet face before she gave a startled gasp,“Mr. Alastor? Is that you?”

“Yes, it's me! In the flesh! Or, well, spirit! It's so good to see you're doing well.” Alastor said. He reached out and took her hand. “I'm sorry I could not save you sooner. I should never have let those monsters dally in our town as they did.” he said, feeling guilty for her death.

Rosetta shook her head. “It's okay… I've come to terms with it. They have really good people in heaven to talk to. I am just happy you tried to help my parents… I'm sorry I'm part of the reason you died.” she said looking down.

“Now now, that was all me, it was bound to happen sooner or later!” Alastor assured.

Lucifer hummed a non-committal agreement, not wanting to admit to Rosetta what sins weighed Alastor down. “Alastor is doing well…I was not expecting him to die so soon, but I was happy to have him with me when I gave birth to our daughter. We named her Rosetta, I hope you don’t mind…”

Rosetta blushed a lovely gold color befitting an angel. “I'm honored. Thank you.” She said, “I hope I can meet her sometime.”

“Yeah, she's a cute kid,” Adam said, “Now, everyone is caught up we need to get going so everyone else can have their afterlife go on.” He said impatiently.

Lucifer laughed softly and shrugged to Rosetta before releasing her and turned to follow after Adam, glancing once at Alastor to make sure his lover was following. He was feeling a little anxious himself, but he was sure it was worse for Alastor. 

Alastor looked anxious but determined, his ears angled back as he stepped through the portal to face the consequences of his actions.

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The bayou had certainly changed since Lucifer had seen it last. 

It was restless now, aimless. Without guidance and angry about it. It had left its previous banks completely; flooded the town, filling the streets with brackish water that was nevertheless full of life. The water rippled slightly with the movement of fish and aquatic life, but was otherwise all but stagnant. Already plant life was dominating the space alongside the deteriorating houses. A trio of crawfish coiled around his hocks as they chased a cloud of shrimp, and he saw a catfish drifting between two overturned food stalls. He heard a bellow of a female alligator calling to her mate. A heron took wing with a snake dangling from its beak. It was beautiful…but the stench of death was cloying and unavoidable. 

The corpses clogged the streets…bloated half-eaten bodies staring upwards with unseeing eyes. 

Dozens…a hundred human bodies now vacant of life…but their souls were trapped within the backwater tributary. 

Lucifer lifted his gaze from the surface of the slow-moving water and looked towards Alastor in concern. “Do you have a plan?” he asked softly, reaching out to take one of the sinner’s limp hands in his. He could feel the water sucking against his hooves, trying to engulf him too. It was hungry now…ravenous. Insatiable. 

He frowned and tilted his head as he turned his attention back down to the water. He was in no danger of being devoured by this little genius loci. Adam and Sera were also unlikely to be subsumed, but were hovering above the surface of the nearly still water. Alastor however might be in some danger…the waters would remember him. They might want to bring him home…or they might resent him for ‘abandoning’ it. It would either try to absorb him, or it might attack…no telling which option it would choose. 

Alastor was absorbed in looking over the town he once called home; it was nothing less than a catastrophe. His well manicured garden turned into a rabid beast devouring all he’d once worked to keep safe.

Even the bayou itself felt like it was in its death throes as it grew without aim. His gaze slid down as a corpse bumped into his leg. Sweet Mrs. Allen, the baker’s wife's body ridden through with maggots and fish nibbling at her flesh.

The bayou wasn’t even able to absorb the corpses of the lives it took. Its hurt and agony too deep. Had it really taken his death so poorly? Or was it always meant to be sent loose without a tender?

He didn’t even hear Lucifer as he knelt in the water gently patting the rotting lady’s cheek “Don’t worry, I’ll get you squared straight away, you’ll be home soon.” he promised. He then dug a claw into her flesh and began carving some symbols into it, trying to connect with his bayou to let it know he was here, that he may be different but he was here.

Lucifer frowned but moved to stand behind Alastor, placing his hands gently on the sinner’s shoulder, offering his silent support. He glanced up towards the woman that Alastor was trying to put to rest, staring at her face as he acknowledged the life she had lived. She had been a good woman, a godly woman. She did not deserve this purgatory. 

He sighed and closed his eyes as he began to channel energy into Alastor. 

Soon a small round orb appeared in his hand and he lifted it. It was fluttering like a butterfly. “Is this her?” He asked, worried.

Adam snatched it up, but was careful, "Yeah, it’s human alright… dang the swamp must have sucked her dry… but she’ll recover.” He gently put the soul into his wings, looking at Sera worriedly.

Sera looked uncertain, “We should try to gather all of the souls close together so they can strengthen each other.” She said quickly, brow furrowed in concern.

Lucifer breathed out, watching as Adam handled the soul so carefully…his big hands so delicate. He smiled a little as the First Man tucked it away like a baby chick into his golden wings and then dropped his gaze back down to Alastor. “Good job, my deer…can you reach the rest without having their actual bodies in your hands?” 

“I can reach them.” He said, reaching into the waters; they felt like home. If home had been hit by a hurricane and then burned down. Yet, it was home all the same. The waters rose around him like shadows, kind of like the ones he’d seen when he first manifested when he arrived in hell. It whispered to his mind wanted him to go deeper to come back down to rest within bring it back with him into the confines of their wetlands.

He had to resist; they couldn’t go back, not yet. He chanted softly trying to coax its worries to assure the living water that he was fine he was back. That the souls stolen without consent needed to be freed. Even if they had played a part in his demise.

Lucifer started singing softly in an ancient language, the song that came from the bones of the earth. He continued to channel his energy into Alastor, helping him reach the souls. Helping him soothe the waters. His hair began floating about his face as though he were underwater. A golden glow began to shine through his skin.

Rosetta felt her soul resonating with Samael’s, the petal on her skin turning from red to gold as she felt the song bubbling up in her heart. She too began to sing with him. A song older than time itself is something a mortal soul should never know or hear. Something she’d only feel being bound forever from the most beloved angel. From it she could feel the ebb and flow of the swamp, the souls in it even her parents… She reached for them, her love for them not diminishing at all in the time she’d spent in heaven.

Alastor pulled, feeling strength from the words of the girl he’d failed to save and the love he’d found in the utter tragedy of her death and the death of the town he’d called home. He pulled the living water, coaxing and calling feeling as its grip relaxed and all over the water began to lap gently against his body trying to ease him down into it as golden lights began raising above its surface like will’o’wisps moving toward the angels or Lucifer looking at them Alastor knew each of them by name.

Sarah Baker a florist, Tom Heirech the town drunk… Each one he could see he knew personally souls swirling around his arms before moving into Adam’s waiting hold or in Lucifer’s wings. Part of him was devastated because he knew they were good people and they didn’t deserve hell. He didn’t know what was sending them down but he was thankful that for each soul that went to his lover’s wings there were two or three that went to Adam’s.

Lucifer kept singing, a heavenly chorus of two as he let Rosetta’s sweet soprano harmonize with his tenor. As he sang his eyes glowed golden, and his wings spread out in a magnificent display of crimson, alabaster and gold. Echoes of a diminished glory, but still shining.

Soon every soul was free and the water was still except where it was crawled up to Alastor's chest.

Sera looked over the devasted town. “It seems they are all freed we can… we can destroy the waters now.” She said. 

“No- it cooperated; it was scared, it was alone, it didn't mean to go out of control!” Alastor said, “It's a force of nature,” he argued as he got to his hooves. 

Lucifer slowly let the souls that had cleaved to him descend to their final rest as the golden heavenly glow slowly faded away until only wisps remained. He breathed out one last misty breath and then turned his focus back to the others. He looked at once both exhausted and exhilarated. He rested one hand on Alastor’s arm and looked up at his drawn grin, sensing his distress. “Let him try.” He said to Sera. 

“He cannot simply take the life back from it, Lucifer, it's old, far older than him and it will get hungry again. Hungry for blood, hungry for souls. We can't leave it here on earth.” Sera said, looking apologetic. “And we're not going to train another human to feed it either.”

Alastor ran his fingers through the brackish water. Blood and souls, there were many of those where he lived now. Could he bring the living water with him? He reached out to the water, the water reached back as familiar as a second skin. His soul cracked open like a nut, making him fall to his knees as the waters shifted violently. Stirring around the deer sinner, pulling him in.

Sera’s wings mantled in alarm, “What has he done!?

Lucifer gave a startled bleat and stumbled back instinctively before stopping and then starting forward to try and defend his lover from whatever was attacking him. “Alastor!” he cried, face crumpled in despair. But once he reached Alastor, touched him, he realized what was happening. He slowly backed away. “Oh…” 

Adam moved his wings closer to his chest. “What a fool, that's a stupid gamble, it could just as easily swallow him up.” He said, “-who cares about a bit of dirt that much,” his words were hard but his eyes were considering. For a sadistic murderer he'd expected… a lot different from the human sorcerer. Yet everything the man had done had since they arrived had been gentle, considerate of the souls placed in his care. He knew the other could have pulled the souls out more forcefully but the other had been careful, so careful. Even now the other is attempting to protect the sentient earth from the mess he and his predecessors had created. 

Lucifer lifted his gaze from Alastor, turning towards Adam, considering him for a long moment before approaching him. “He’s…he has a moral code, he protects the weak…from those who wish to take advantage.” He said softly. He glanced back at Alastor. Was the silly deer planning to bring the whole bayou into Hell? He wasn’t particularly worried about Alastor now that he knew what he was doing, but he was still ready to jump in if Alastor got overwhelmed. 

He wouldn’t admit to taking this opportunity to be getting closer to Adam. 

Just one chance to get closer to the First Man. His first love. 

He glanced up at Adam coquettishly before flaring his wings just enough to brush his primaries against Adam’s. 

Adam shivered at the touch to his wings but didn’t pull away. “Moral code, huh.” He watched the sinner wrestle with the empowerment and dominance of the swamp spirit he’d help foster, but the water levels were going down; unfortunately it was leaving a lot of junk and corpses behind.  Adam hated that they’d be left to rot, but at least the souls would not remain trapped any longer. “Looks like he’s winning.”

Lucifer lit up slightly, and tilted his head, hands clasped behind his back as he shifted, leaning forward at the waist to peek up at Adam’s face. He spread his wings a little further, brushing them along the backs of Adam’s. “I can’t imagine what he’ll do with it, but it should make things more interesting!” he said brightly. He didn’t want to be disingenuous so he straightened back up to focus back on Alastor, not wanting to miss anything that might harm him. 

“If he tends to it still it could be a thriving garden, even in hell.” Adam said, eyeing the power beginning to coalesce in the sinner's body; he missed having his own earth to care for. Everything in heaven grew without effort. Even in Eden a little work was needed and after everything was- He shook his head. Now this sinner had something he never would. It wasn't fair really; Earth that was alive, breathing just like Eden had been. A garden that needed him, wanted him to tend it. Adam hated the ping of jealousy that bubbled up in him. It was just like Lucifer; him and his own getting everything Adam wanted and didn’t even know he needed.

Lucifer caught the darker turn to Adam’s countenance and he turned back to him in concern. He reached out with one wing to lay it comfortingly over the back of Adam’s wing. “Adam…? Is something wrong?” he asked softly. He bit his bottom lip, pressing himself closer, close enough to reach out with one hand, but he hesitated before closing the distance. He should be with Alastor…not here flirting with an…old flame. One that hated him. Resented him. He should not be so unfaithful to his lovers. 

Lucifer ducked his head, pulling away, starting to go to Alastor. 

Alastor was standing in the now dead water, his suit soaked and body exhausted. The life and magic that was in the air before was gone, the only sounds around them were the flies buzzing around the corpses and the occasional croak of a frog. He looked up at Lucifer, panting, his eyes spinning in radio dials with water sloshing in the irises, green stitching etched over his body, carvings like the paint for his spells on the first day they met. Slowly fading into his skin. He looked a bit lost and like he’d fall over asleep any second.

“I- I did it it won’t hurt any- anyone else” he said stumbling and pitching sideways into the dirty water eyes rolling back.

Adam caught him by the back of his collar holding him up by one hand. The archangel looked down on him with an unreadable face. “Let’s get out of here, this place stinks, it's up to the humans from here on out.”

Rosetta looked at the town she’d used to live in and love, she knew no one was left in it though the sight still made her shed a tear. She doubted anyone would inhabit this place again. She hoped that at least they could all be okay together after this whether they went to heaven or hell. It had worked out for Al after all.

Lucifer gasped and rushed towards Alastor although his reaction time was slightly slower than Adam’s. He fussed over Alastor with a worried mien before relaxing when he realized that Alastor had simply passed out while his body adjusted to the new power source. “Aw, my silly deer…” he cooed as he kissed Alastor’s forehead.  

Adam sighed and opened a portal; Sera went through first and then Adam let Rosetta through and then he went through with the passed out sinner. The portal closed after Lucifer went through.

“Adam, can you make sure they make it home safely?” Sera asked, looking to Alastor in his hand and Lucifer to his left. She hated to be leaving them so soon, but she must.

“Why do I have to?” Adam asked, not quite whining, but sounding very reluctant. 

“Because you know the way and I think Rosetta is tired too from using creation magic; I need to get her and the rescued souls to St. Peter.” Sera said gently, calling the souls from Adam’s wings. “My work has just begun. I think you should talk.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before moving to pull Alastor into his own arms, he was more than strong enough to support Alastor’s weight but it was comical with how much taller than he Alastor was. He stared down into Alastor’s face, the sinner’s head on his shoulder. He was so beautiful, still smiling even now. 

He hesitated, a bit nervous, but resolute.

“If…if its not too much trouble Adam…we could talk a little?” He asked softly, not looking up at the First Man. 

Adam nodded but looked resigned “Fine, let’s talk. You sure you wanna hold the deer, you look like he’ll slide out of your hold like jello.” He said opening a portal back to the embassy.

Lucifer smiled slightly and glanced down at the sinner before glancing back up at Adam. He hesitated before shrugging. “I mean, if you don’t hurt him…” he paused and then looked around quickly. He stooped and laid the sinner down cautiously. “Actually…” he smoothed the hair back from Alastor’s face and then stood back up, turning to Adam. “I-” he paused again, cheeks golden. “I-I’ve missed you so much…” his voice broke and he winced, wringing his hands together.

Adam sighed “Not this again.” He shoved his hands into some pockets on his robes. “Why? What's to miss? You got your wife, your boyfriend or husband whatever, why are you still picking at that?” He asked

Lucifer stepped closer, reaching out with open hands, trying not to cry. “Because I love you…I have all this time, I never stopped." he said as firmly as he could manage. “I-I just want the chance…to show you.” he begged. 

“Have you ever thought I'm not the same guy you liked? Even if you really did love me before, you know Adam died, right? I'm just some pale imitation of him walking around as a poster boy, doing errands and pretending to be good,” Adam said, “You'll get invested and realize I'm not that guy anymore. And I know you'll leave me just like before. So let's avoid this stupid song and dance. I'm happy with my one night stands. You need to be happy with that stupid family you were already blessed with.”

Lucifer froze, eyes wide and he hesitated, hands hanging in the air as he tried to come to terms with that statement. He slowly pulled his hands back to himself, and he glanced around nervously. “I-of course, that makes sense…” he murmured, hunching his shoulders. He felt a little heartbroken and more than a little stupid. Of course Adam would…it had been eons. They’d all changed. Eden was gone forever. It had been lifetimes since then. And so much had happened. 

“You’re right, my…family…I wish you would join it, but I understand. I’ve been chasing a dream…its time I woke up.” he managed, turning back to Alastor. 

Adam reached down and slung the deerman over his shoulder. “Yeah you should. I'm not… I'm not a family guy anymore Lucifer. Clearly wasn't any fucking good at it.” He said walking through the embassy. “Hell, me and Abel even barely talk anymore. Cain’s probably rotting somewhere down in hell or still wandering the earth due to the curse of his and I can't be bothered to check.” Couldn't face him if he did.

“That's not someone you want around. You should be thanking me really,” Adam chuckled. “Letting you know before hand before fucking you over like ya did me. I'm real charitable today” 

Lucifer flinched slightly, even though Adam’s words were matter of fact rather than envenomed, they still stung. Even after all this time, Adam still thought he’d meant for all that to happen? “I wanted you both, you and Lilith, and that was selfish of me…I never meant to ‘fuck you over’. And…and Cain is…well, he’s doing well for himself I would say…” Lucifer replied softly, turning back towards Adam, but not lifting his gaze from his hands. 

Adam stopped walking, looking over Lucifer. “I think we both know intent doesn't matter anymore. Like I said, I'm not the same guy.” he absently pet Alastor’s ears, his fur was insanely soft.

“So, you know him? He's okay?” He asked, trying not to bubble over and ask everything he'd wondered about his boy in the last millenia. “I- I don't know if he even cares but if he does can you tell him Abel forgave him? And… we don't blame him? None of us knew we could die yet what it entailed. We know it was an accident.”

Lucifer stopped and turned to look up at the First Man. “Oh, yes, he misses you all, and, well, he’s a lot like you. He blames himself of course. But he’s trying to be better.” he said gently. “Lilith and I have been…well, looking out for him. We try not to pressure him too much, but we keep tabs on him.” 

Adam nodded “Thanks…. I mean it” he said walking in silence for a little bit seemed he was in no actual hurry to get back to the palace.

He felt awkward and out of place. With so much he could ask wanted to ask but it felt stupid since he'd already turned the man down. 

Lucifer perked up slightly. Adam seemed almost reluctant to be rid of him…this is the most civil they’d been since Eden. And he had seemed jealous earlier…perhaps…

“It’s a pity…” Lucifer said, watching Adam from the corner of his eyes. “I was looking forward to carrying your child…I bet it would be such a big baby…” he stroked his abdomen, sighing wistfully. He would surely be hampered by the weight of such a child. On second thought…maybe it was a good thing Adam didn’t want to knock him up. 

“You should be more careful who you want to have kids with, you know. Yeah I'm the best dad in the world but still.” Adam said blushing a lit,tle apparently the idea wasn't unappealing.

“If I might make a suggestion.” Came a tired staticky voice that made Adam jump and wings flail as Alastor fell off his shoulder and onto his face. “Ouch!”

Lucifer gasped, dropping to his knees to reach for Alastor, stroking his hands along the sinner, looking for an injury as he peppered his face with kisses. “Oh, Al, are you alright?” he asked softly, all his attention focused on him. 

Alastor pat Lucifer reassuringly. “Yes, yes, love, I'm fine, didn't mean to scare the man into dropping me!” He laughed.

“You didn't scare me! It's just startling! How long have you been awake, Antlers?!” Adam huffed, flushed gold in embarrassment.

“Oh, since someone got all handsy with my ears, it was quite nice,” Alastor said, the aforementioned appendages twitching, making Adam blush more

Lucifer puffed out his cheeks indignantly before wrapping his arms around the sinners shoulders as he nuzzled him. “Oh, you brat!” he accused before pulling back to stare into his face, brow crinkled in concern. “How do you feel, really? After absorbing your bayou I mean.” 

“I feel… bigger,” Alastor said, “-like when I was alive sometimes -when I dreamed- I felt like I was with the swamp. It feels sort of like that, but now I'm the one moving and not it.” He said “Like every move is a wave of water, a shift of the tide.”

“You'll probably take time to really make it feel a part of your body,” Adam said, trying to get over the fact the deer boy knew he'd been petting him.

Lucifer listened intently, eyes rapt, fascinated by Alastor’s explanation. This was a new type of magic to him!! He had such an amazing husband! Humans were so awesome!! He glanced up excitedly to Adam before flushing and dropping his eyes. “Maybe you can manifest the bayou in Hell?” He suggested. 

“I think it would enjoy having some space,” Alastor agreed, “And it will still want to feed, so yes, maybe having space and trying to manicure it like I did before will be necessary.” 

“I bet it would!” Lucifer laughed, delightedly. “A little piece of Earth will be nice to have around…” He grinned and glanced coyly at Adam. “Seems like the perfect place for it.” 

“Rub it in, asshole,” Adam said.

“I don't think that's what he meant,” Alastor said. “I heard quite a bit of your conversation my dear and I have a suggestion for you both if you are open to it?” He offered looking between them.

“Oh yeah? And what oh so great options can you offer us Antlers?” Adam narrowed his eyes.

“Have you ever considered just dating? It was a popular thing when I was alive… if you're so worried that Lucifer and us by extension won't like you. And if you think that you won't like any of us then wouldn't we find out in the dating process? Then no one is pushing boundaries quickly while still pursuing the romantic options that may be desired.

Lucifer gaped at Alastor for a moment before blinking once and then slowly turning to look up at Adam. He slowly got to his feet, holding out his hands to the First Man. “Adam…? How about it? I’ve never tried dating before, but…” he hesitated, flushing gold. “Will you go out with me?”

Chapter Text

15 years later

“Gimmie~!” 

“Slow poke!”

“Give it!” 

The squeal of children, laughing brightly as they chased each other through the palace gardens. Three half-fallen angel younglings; one half human, one half ascended human, and one half sinner. 

The eldest was Rosetta, a pure Nephilim, the child of Lucifer and the then-human Alastor. She was tall and lanky, looking almost human but for her golden eyes. Caramel brown skin and darker chesnut hair, she was a patient and loving child with a studious mind and a surgeon’s curiosity. 

Three years younger was Lucien, the son of Lucifer and Adam. He looked like a small copy of his father, but with Lucifer’s joy and curiosity he was reminiscent of Adam as he had been back in Eden. 

And at 10 years old was Evaline, with ashy gray skin, carmine hair, cervine ears and tail as well as hooves and the red-within-red eyes, she was clearly the daughter of her sire, Alastor as he was in his sinner form.

“Rosie, make him give it back!” Evaline demanded with a staticky growl as she grabbed after their brother’s wings, clawed hands grasping at air as he dodged. 

“Lucien! Whatever you took, if it doesn’t belong to you, you should give it back!” Rosetta called from her spot by the roses; she was playing with a makeup kit gifted by Asmodeus. “If you don’t I’ll put you in one of Charlie’s dresses!” she promised

“Ew, no, boys don’t wear dresses, Rosie you’ll ruin my rep!” Lucien whined, having picked up dumb language from his dad.

(never mind that dad wore robes 90% of the time)

Lucien had taken Evaline’s doll, the one Charlie had made for her while practicing her creation magic. It was her most favorite doll, and she usually didn’t like overly girly things, she treasured the doll. 

“I’ll give it back whenever I want! You didn’t even notice it was gone for like 30 minutes!” Lucien yelled back, clutching the doll close to his chest and not letting her see it. “Just wait a little longer!”

“What’s going on out here?” Alastor asked, coming to investigate his screaming children with Lucifer.

Lucifer glanced towards Rosetta, she was his barometer, and since she appeared unconcerned, he relaxed. “Luci, Evi, come here, what’s wrong?” he called out softly, letting them know they weren’t in trouble.

He knew that Lucien was anxious sometimes, because he only saw his sire rarely, but Alastor was such a generous man, and he never treated Lucien any differently than his daughters. 

“Mama, he took my doll, the one Charlie made me!” Evaline accused immediately, pointing at Lucien as she ran towards Lucifer. 

“Lucien, why would you take that, you know it’s important to her.” Alastor squatted to be on level with his son.

“I wasn’t going to keep it…” Lucien grumbled, keeping the doll behind his back. “It needed a doctor…” he mumbled

“A doctor you say? Mind if I look?” Alastor asked, holding his hand out.

Lucien handed over the doll, its arm was partially torn off and there were golden threads sloppily stitching it together. It was clear Lucien had been practicing the holy magic Adam taught him when home and the sewing Alastor taught him.

Evaline crowded closer, peering over Alastor’s arm and paling when she saw the damage, before a flush of shame darkened her complexion. “Ah, Chappy!” she gasped in distress. 

“Aw, Luci, were you fixing Evi’s doll? That’s sweet honey, you didn’t have to be shy about it!” Lucifer said softly as he pulled the boy into a hug. At 12 he was already almost as tall as he was, he’d probably be a hulking figure like his sire. He nuzzled his cheek against Lucien’s. 

“I’m not shy! I’m cool!” Lucien denied trying to wiggle out of his mom’s hold, embarrassed.

“It’s important to communicate with your sisters Lucien so you don’t worry them. I am sure Evi would have been so happy to know you were fixing her doll. Your dad is gonna be so proud, but I am sure he’ll say the same when he’s back from work.” Alastor offered

Evi looked a bit sulky at first, bottom lip stuck out as she furrowed her brow, but a moment later the capricious child ducked under Alastor’s arms and up to hug Lucien. “Aw, thank you for trying to fix Cappy, Lucien!” she declared brightly before biting him. 

Lucien blushed but hugged her back “Ew, don’t bite, that's gross.” He said, but patted her back. “Sorry I didn’t tell you what I was doing.” He apologized.

“Hunnies I’m home!” Adam called from the palace, making Lucien jump.

“Daddy!” he yelled and rushed toward the palace, wanting to greet his dad.

Alastor smiled, “He’s home early, shall we all go inside and make dinner?”  he asked his lover and his children

“Daddy!” Rosetta and Evaline both squealed in delight when they saw Adam, and they ran over to him as well, crowding around Lucien for hugs. 

Lucifer smiled and linked one of his arms through Alastor’s, smiling warmly up at him. “That sounds like a good idea!” he agreed brightly before tugging Aastor along with him to greet their husband.