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Yeah, this was uncomfortable. It was like this sinner could see right through him. Lucifer wasn't sure what exactly his story was all about. But by the sounds of it, he had some sort of experience with this. Or, well, at least depression. There was no way he could really know how deep it went. All anyone knew was what was on the surface. The obvious.

That being, of course, that he had been completely absent and shut in for the last seven years. If he knew Charlie as well as he seemed to, then that was probably where the knowledge came from. But Lucifer’s problem ran much deeper than that. It was the reason he had such a grudge against sinners. The reason that behind his smile and awkward jokes, there was a broken man who hated himself probably more than he did the sinners he criticized.

He glanced away again, absently pressing a hand to the back of his neck. Sure, he could just deny and keep denying it. Passing along his words with a simple, nonchalant joke before awkwardly excusing himself. But he wasn't sure that would do any good to make things any better. Besides, shouldn't he at least be trying to get to know the residents of the hotel? In the very least since he was going to be here awhile.

Lucifer heaved a sigh, dropping his hand down to rest on the counter. "That obvious, huh? I guess i dont have to ask if you've had your own experience with it if you're saying that. I just don't want Charlie to worry too much. Not when she has all of this." He threw a hand out, as if to gesture to the hotel itself.

"Not to mention, heh, like you said, I haven't exactly been around for the last seven years. I couldn't just come around and -- oh, by the way, I'm not doing so good -- you know?"

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Honestly, the most dramatic eye roll that Angel could muster. He couldn't really say he hadn't been in the same boat with the masking. While he certainly didn't see his Angel Dust persona as fake, as he had told Husk, it was more that he used it as a shield to protect himself. He might have been a sinner cursed to Hell, but that didn't mean he didn't struggle with emotions of pain and sadness and fear.

"Yeh' know, yeh' sound like a riva' in Egypt. Yeh' know...de Nile." Snorting. "Ain't no one spend seven years locked away from th' place they rule over and their daughter, and it not be a depression thing." He's tapping fingers on the counter top, before giving a simple shrug. "But what do ah' know? Yeh' can keep lyin' t' yeh'self, yeh' Majesty, but yeh' ain't gonna be happy 'bout it if yeh' don't face yeh' own struggles. Trust me."

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"Oh, I'll take whatever you have in mind. Both are fine by me."

He wasn't going to mention that he could be a lightweight at times. Mostly because Lucifer didn't necessarily see himself as a lightweight. The reality of it was that he didn't drink too often. Being an angel originally, things of that nature weren't really permitted. And when he had come to Hell, he didn't have a reason to drink. Not for a very long time.

In the beginning, even though he had been stripped of his status and cursed to live in a Hellscape, Lucifer had been happy. He'd built this realm with the woman that he loved more than anything. That's all that had mattered to him. Thousands of years later, though, all of that had fallen apart. That had been the only time he had bothered to try a drink. Maybe except for at the occasional ritual on earth in his honor.

Lucifer had only ever been drunk once or twice. The first time was whenever Lilith had physically pulled away from him and took Charlie with her. So, of course, he was lightweight. Getting drunk easily on strong drinks. Truly in denial about that, considering he was The Devil. His pride was too much to admit that even he couldn't handle his liquor.

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"Well, that is a little bold! Haha, I can't say I've ever been asked to have a drink with a sinner before!" He was a little surprised by how forward he was. Usually, Lucifer wouldn't consider hanging around any sinner, Overlords included. But why not? Since he had the gull to ask him so boldly. What could it hurt?

He flashed a wide smile and gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Normally, I wouldn't dream of accepting an offer like that--but you know what? Why not? I'll take your offer to have a drink!"

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My muse will be accepting NSFW questions, and they HAVE to answer with 100% honesty!

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"Happy Father's day, hellfire." He'll get smothered in kisses all over his face. Deserved, given he's made a mother out of her. Try not to breathe for the next 5 minutes, Lucifer!

"Aw! Thanks, my sweet lily. I couldn't hav--" His affectionate praise was halted by her kisses. Melting into it almost instantly, hia face flushing. He was fine with not breathing for this..

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"Haaha, yeah, these sinners are terrible! Terrible! I wouldn't be surprised if my Charlie wasn't the only one in all of Hell that ACTUALLY cared about anyone other than themselves." He wheezed at her words.

He wholeheartedly believed what it was that he had just said. In his eyes, all or well, most sinners didn't seem to care about anything other than how they could benefit themselves. Whether it was to find more power and climb whatever ladder they had created for themselves or else find their next fix. Death and debauchery was common place in Hell. It was that fact that Heaven had denied his request at first to try and give them a second chance. It seemed to Lucifer that the mortal souls who occupied the Pride Ring had taken his gift of free will for granted.

That was why he found it surprising that someone like her was even in Hell to begin with. Charlie was a different matter. She was a hellborn. Because she had been born here in Hell, that meant that she wouldn't have a chance to actually ever be part of Heaven. And good riddance in his mind. Her kindness came from watching him and hearing stories about him, in combination with the love and care he was positive that Lilith had raised her with. But for a SINNER to have that same sort of train of thought? That was truly a rarity.

Come to think of it... if she was doing all that on Earth, why or how was she here in Hell? Humans didn't just get sent to his realm for no reason. Usually, they committed some kind of horrible transgression that would have made their souls unfit for Heaven. Although Heaven DID have a lot of double standards and rules. So he wouldn't have been surprised if it were for something minor. Still, he had to admit he was curious about it. On the bright side, this conversation seemed to have broken the ice a little bit.

"Actually, I guess you could say I'm just curious, but how did you end up here in Hell? It's like they just decide you're not any good for no reason. I mean-- Heaven DOES have a lot of rules... but it doesn't sound like to me you'd be unfit so far anyway."

"Oh, you've done something like this before?" A brow rose to her words. Surprised.

He wasn't sure if she meant before coming to the hotel she had done something in the way of working somewhere in Pride or if she meant when she was alive. Either way, it was something to at least break the ice a little bit. Push past the very awkward start that they seemed to be having.

Honestly, Charlie's dreams were so specific that he didn't think anyone could relate to them. At least not in the way that he could. Even his own experience, though, had proven to be difficult. Charlie was a gem in Hell. She was one who didn't let the odds stacked against her detour her from what she was determined to do. Even when Heaven had shot her down and threatened to destroy everything, she stood her ground. And not just her--the sinners she had managed to bring here had shown that same kind of care and devotion. Care for something else other than themselves. That.. that was something to be proud of.

It's the reason Lucifer was still here. Aside from wanting to bond with his daughter again. He'd been proven wrong, if only with a small spark. There were souls in Hell that had some good in them. While it was true he was still adjusting to that and connecting with the sinners here, he was making the effort. 6 hear that someone else had experience like that? That seemed hard to find in a place like Hell.

"What... what kind of experience have you had with this sort of thing before? Not that im trying to pry! Just... you know, it's not very common. Not in Hell."

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"You know what? Why not? Better than that tall, red creep doing it." With a small smile, he pushed himself up from the sofa.

Admittingly, he hadn't been there that long. But he had had a hand in remodeling the hotel. So, his knowledge of it was fair. As far as all the rules and things went, that was all Charlie. And as much as he hated to admit, Alastor. The details on her being there could be gone over later. After finding her in such a state, there was no point in being technical or anything of that sort. He was certain that his daughter would have reached out a helping hand to someone in distress. Even if she was just as unsure if the redemption thing was even possible for someone like her.

By the sounds of it, she was some kind of hellborn. Although he couldn't say he had ever heard of a demon that was also half angel. That led to the question as to whether or not there was an angel somewhere in Hell. And not just the fallen kind, like himself. Did Maggie count? No, he didn't think so. She seemed to be an angel herself. Although he didn't think that with her being Charlie's girlfriend, she would do anything to result in this. Not to mention, she was young. Waaay too young for it to be possible.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned his apple cane, giving it a little twirl before tapping it to the floor gently. He extended his other hand out to her, keeping his smile as he did.

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He was caught off guard by the hug, his eyes widening in surprise at first. Freezing in olace where he sat. When was the last time someone hugged him and not the other way around ? He'd squeezed Charlie when he had seen her upon coming to the hotel for the first time, but that was a given. She was his daughter. To actually be embraced like this by someone else? He couldn't remember.

After a moment, though, he relaxed into it. Gently raising his arms to lightly pat her on the back. It seemed like it was something they needed. Given how upset she was and everything, so who was he to deny her that little bit of comfort?

Lucifer used to do something like this for Lilith back in Eden. His first encounter with her had been catching her in tears. And he had done his best to cheer her up. Just as he had done with this girl now. Strange to feel like some things didnt change. Even after ten thousand years and a broken heart.

"Ah.. sure. You don't have to thank me.." He muttered sheepishly in return. "Just uh, try not to cry anymore, okay?"

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Reblog to let your mutuals know. . .

that they are appreciated. that they are important. that they are amazing. that they are creative. that they are loved.

No matter how long you take to reply, what mood you are in, how insecure you are feeling about your writing, or how active you are — your presence is still very much enjoyed. You never have to apologize or feel bad for taking a while with a reply, or not answering an ask right away. Life can get busy, energy can fluctuate, interest can shift, and emotions can change. You are human and these things do not make you a bad person/partner.

We write together because it is fun and enjoyable, not because it is expected of you to answer every little thing at the snap of fingers.

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So.. I have a radioapple fic im writing (and possibly a second one coming soon.)

And I have been contemplating posting a link to it here.

It is explicit.. so there is some smut involved. But not exclusively. The story is 2 parts.

Part 1 takes place while Alastor is alive - Part 2 is/will be present day in Hell.

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At first, his reaction remained frustrated, irritated even. His words were a bit harsh. How could he not relate? That part was lost on him. Of course, he was unaware that feelings of sorrow didn't quite resonate with him. Regardless, he knew what he had seen. And sure, maybe he wasn't the only one in Hell who had some tragic story. But he was the one directly in front of him. An Overlord, who Lucifer assumed were probably among the worst of the sinners. That's what mattered to him. Why? Why did he care so much?

Perhaps it was because he was self projecting in some way. Lucifer had lost everything he had. His wife and his daughter. He'd only recently gotten in touch with Charlie again, and it had been under dire circumstances. While he was going to do his best to make up for lost time, nothing could erase the fact that he hadn't been there for most of her childhood. He had lost to Heaven, and it cost him everything. So if he could somehow help someone else get a piece of back from them... maybe, just maybe, it might ease the guilt he carried.

Lucifer flinched when his hat was knocked off his head. Another thing that should have set him off and normally it would have. But the words that followed stopped all thoughts of frustration. It was as though he'd been hit by a bus. Almost instantly, he recoiled. Dropping his anger for the sharp pain that stabbed through his chest. The self projection of his failures bubbling to the surface... it had Lucifer’s eyes widening in shock. The threat of tears subconsciously pooling along his lower lids. Pride forgotten to the full feeling of his broken heart.

"Leaving?" He parroted though his tone sounded hollow. Broken. "What? No. You can't leave."

He blinked a few times, now aware of the tears that tried to fall. Trying his best to keep them away. His heart on his sleeve as it always had been. His mind raced at the prospect of Charlie's disappointment. In Alastor leaving... in her father. The absent father she had invited in just to chase away the Overlord she trusted. Just as he had chased away her mother. Every stable person in her life save for Vaggie, whom he had only just met. But if this kept happening... would it be just a matter of time before she left too?

"You.. if this is because of me.." He couldn't seem to gather his thoughts properly. He glanced away, if only to hide the shame of lifting a hand to catch stray tears. "No.. I need you-- I--I mean Charlie needs you. This--This hotel needs you! Ha, I don't know the first thing about this place! You know I-I just got here after all!"

He was grasping at straws and spiraling fast. All the guilt, the heartache it was dragged to the surface. These things he usually dealt with in private, he couldn't stop them from spilling over now.

Lucifer reached out and snatched the wrist of his to the hand that he had used to poke his forehead. His brows drew together, frustration clear on his expression. He was trying to be genuine here and even let some of his pride fall a little bit just so he could give him a chance. This sinner. This Overlord that he knew nothing about. One he only knew seemed to dislike him since the day he arrived at the hotel. And for what purpose? Supposedly, a reason that he felt was so uniquely depressing that he couldn't possibly understand. It was incredibly frustrating for him, given the circumstances.

No, he had never been human, but had suffered his own losses. Being cast out of Heaven meant being the most hated being in all of creation. There were even humans who cursed his name. After spending years building this realm to be something, a Kingdom for himself and Lilith -- she had abandoned him when his failures had been too great. Just as Heaven had turned their backs on him, so did she when he had needed her the most. Granted, he then turned the blame on sinners for not being good enough.. but in the end, it was himself he hated most. Especially since his failure hadn't ended in losing his Queen, but he'd nearly lost his daughter as well.

Maybe his suffering wasn't the same. Maybe whatever had prompted Alastor to ask about Heaven in the first place had been what his story centered around. Giving Lucifer an inkling that there was a reason Alastor had ended up in Hell while his parents may have gone to Heaven. And it was that reason that he had wanted to find out. His words had been poor, sure. But Lucifer wanted to know why someone like Alastor who had this reputation-- could be concerned about someone who made it to Heaven but not want to be redeemed. It was not typical of most the sinners he had ever encountered.

"Now hold on a minute! You don't just get to dismiss me like that! You ask me about Heaven and then brush this whole thing off as being 'too much' for me to understand? I may have never been human, but that doesn't mean I don't know how it feels to suffer." He huffed, exasperated, the grip he had on his wrist squeezing just slightly. Conflict hit Lucifer's eyes while he scowled up at him. Troubled by that very topic in his own right, it seemed. But he wasn't going to yield. He meant what he said and he wasn't going to settle for less.

"I don't care if you dont want to be redeemed. That's not why I want to know." As long as he didn't interfere with Charlie and her dreams. "I want to know because I know what sorrow looks like! And I want to know what it is about that that has made you hate me so much!"

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"Oh, Charlie? She's young still!" Well young enough to him. "Going on fourteen now, my little girl is growing up." He spoke proudly of this, even though he knew full well that handling a teenager as a single parent was probably going to be very difficult for him.

Especially with her lacking a mother figure. Someone to look up to and understand what she would be going through whenever puberty hit. Admittingly, that part did seem a little intimidating to him. But he had taken custody of her fully aware of what was coming for him.

"She came to live with me about two years ago. So it's been a little bit of an adjustment for us both. Especially since she and her mother were so close before--" He paused then. So caught up in the whirlwind of what he was rambling about that he didnt realize all he was saying. And to someone he just met. Boy, what an impression he was probably leaving.

At that fact, he flashed her an apologetic grin, glancing away a little more awkwardly and shifting in his seat a little. He was a mess. Did he really not know how to talk to women anymore? Ten years was a long time to have a dry spell. Especially when he had been with Lilith for quite a while before they separated. Maybe it was just because she was so lovely that he was nervous. He had no idea.

"Ha--sorry about that! Listen to me, ramble.. oh yeah, that's embarrassing.. Uh.. why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? It's not really too often that someone so pretty comes to a place like this." He gave a short nervous laugh after that. "Oh.. haha! I said that out loud..."

Yes, he was a nervous wreck.

"Oh! Well uh.. welcome in then!" His sheepish smile spread. Internally cringing at himself for being so damn awkward and not knowing how to connect with a person like a normal person should. Had he been that long out of this game? It seemed so. But he rolled with it regardless, keeping his smile and trying to be pleasant even though he was only being socially awkward. He hoped that this young woman didn't see him as some sort of creep or weirdo. He was sweating bullets. And his only saving grace was that he could silence jos awkward by taking a long sip from his drink, averting his gaze.

"Huh? Local? Oh!" He blinked, redirecting his attention back to her when she had questioned whether or not he had been living there for long. To which again, he gave her his best smile. "... Oh, sort of-- I've been here the last say... ten years, I guess. My daughter and I settled in after... ahem. Yeah, anyway, I guess I am kind of a local!"

The topic was uncomfortable for him. Talking about his wife or he supposed ex-wife. Although he still held onto his wedding ring in hopes that maybe somehow they could reconcile. As if she would change her mind and want to be a family again. But the truth was that their marriage had gone cold even before they had officially separated. She'd been distant towards him for years. The final nail in the coffin had come about ten years ago when she had announced that she was leaving. Lucifer had been left with nothing to show for it and unable to bear staying in an empty house that the two of them had built a life together in, he has decided to leave.

And he'd brought his daughter along with him. Who he was now the sole provider for. Since her mother had dropped out of contact altogether since the day she left.

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His words hit him hard. So much so that he visibly flinched. Somehow, he knew that. At least on some level. Lucifer had once been close with Adam. But in the end, it was Lilith that he had chosen. Mostly because he felt it had been better that way. Adam needed a chance to experience his life and his free will. Or so he thought. Lucifer had love for them both and wanted the best for them.

"I.. didn't do any of that to hurt you.. I cared about you. All I wanted was for you to be free."

That's right. Because Lucifer had felt that the mortals who lived in Eden were nothing more than caged birds. Heaven's playthings. They had kept the humans on a string and expected them to live by their rules, their strict regiment. Always instructing them on how to live their daily lives and keeping a constant watchful eye on them. Their rules for Eden had been just as bad, if not worse, than what it was like being under the microscope as an Archangel. Adam had to know that by now. He'd experienced it.

"You can't tell me it wasn't the same as all the rules they expect you to live by and live up to as an angel. You couldn't have your own dreams and desires." He gave a shake of his head and then dropped his gaze towards the ground.

"Even if I had known, if I felt the same back then. I couldn't have done anything about it. Not under Heaven's standards."

He loved them both. But as an angel, his hands had been tied. Despite his best efforts, Lucifer had paid the price for his choices. He had fallen into a forsaken realm where the debauchery had corrupted his soul, and his moral compass had shifted. Becoming darker, more prideful over the years. Gone was the innocence he had as an angel, and what replaced it was a man confident for the most part in the things he did. Proud and bold. All that remained of his angelic self aside from his powers was his sensitivity. He still wore his heart on his sleeve.

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"Lil? Are you okay?" Nevermind the fact that she just had a knife pressed to his throat. That much he could handle.

He reached up to carefully take the knife from her hand. Easing it out of her grip and setting it on the table in front of him. Not that he minded too much. A knife to the throat wouldn't have killed him. It just wouldn't have felt very good. At least not in this setting. Although, the danger of something like that did do something for him.

But the suddenness of it and her slumping over his shoulder had him more concerned than anything. Which was why he turned in his seat to face her then. A gentle hand took hers while he lifted the other to softly place it on the opposing shoulder. Concern was written all over his expression. She seemed exhausted? Or maybe this was something else. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get her back to bed for a little bit?

Lucifer stood then, keeping his grip on her. Even standing, he hardly was tall enough in comparison to worry about his gentle touch slipping away. "Are you feeling tired? We can go back to bed.."

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Despite her choice of brand new canvas, her hand was, thankfully, still skilled enough to avoid catching his skin in the sharpness of the knife.

The image in front of her was blurry enough to warrant the drag of her lashes over her eyes. They felt as heavy as lead, but that was nothing compared to her head as it began to tip downwards. It sought the broadness of his shoulder to use as a cushion for her forehead to rest upon.

Lilith stirred with a half snore, eyes widening upon getting called out. "Huh?!" She sat, erect, in her chair, and blinked the sting of her exhaustion away.

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✓ (Lua, though, not immediately aware of it. Needs more interactions)

Secretly attracted? / accepting

"Well, this is a surprise! Handsome devil, aren't I?"

//feel free to send banters between replies too. I am working on my drafts

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✔️ ( alastor )

Secretly attracted? / accepting.

"Wait. Really? And here I thought he didn't like me!"

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(Alphonse)

Secretly attracted? /accepting.

"Well, if you're as respectful as you seem to be, I think I'm okay with that!"

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Send ✓if your muse is secretly attracted to mine

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*Tugs on his tail*

He jolts and whips around. "Hahaha! Someone doesn't seem to have any manners! You have a lot of nerve pulling on the tail of The Devil!"