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sissytobitch10seconds · 9 months ago

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The Morningstar's Rays: The Prodigal Son

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Summary: Love is free in Heaven, it flows between the angels and to the other creatures that God has created. For one Morningstar, it ends up creating a life that none of them thought was even possible. With that comes a host of surprises and problems that he has to overcome to keep that love flowing as naturally as it needs to, and extending it to his son as well. Warnings: Pregnancy, mpreg, intersex characters, sex, graphically described childbirth scenes, social stigmas, and evangelic beliefs Word Count: 13,982 Ship(s): Lucifer Morningstar/Michael, Lucifer Morningstar/Lilith Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar/Adam (endgame)

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A/N: So this is based off a rp that I did with my mutual a while ago, which is why the world is so different than the one that Hazbin Hotel began to show us in the beginning. I really wanted to explore further into Lucifer's backstory and the creation of Hell, so I chose this niche little mpreg fanfic to do that with! It's the beginning of a series that details all of the conceptions, a lot of the pregnancies, and some of the births of Lucifer's children throughout his life. I'm mostly using them as a window into the life that he led before and after the canon so I hope that you're all excited to come on the ride with me! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Morning was Lucifer’s favorite time of the day.

Days in general were a relatively new construction, having been something that God just came up with. They were as new as the garden and mankind, which was what made Lucifer love them as much as he did. He liked the way that the light from the sun would streak through the windows in Heaven. He liked the way that the birds would woke up and begin to chirp incessantly at his window while they searched for their breakfast. He liked the way that he felt when he rose from his slumber and could see that time had passed. He loved the planning stage of the creation of everything, coming up with ideas was a favorite pass time of his, but he felt so much better when he could see that he had slept through the entirety of the night. Darkness and cold would creep into his very bones whenever the night fell, leaving him exhausted and weary enough to actually sleep.

Allegedly, it was all the same way that it happened down on Earth and the Garden. He had been trying to figure out a way to spend a night in Eden so that he could compare what the morning looked like in his home and his friend’s home. He wanted to know what it was like to be Adam and Lilith, what they saw when they woke next to each other and what it felt like to have the sun on their skin instead of through a pane of glass.

He slipped from his bed before he remembered that it was not his own. The night before, he had fallen into the sheets with Michael again. The Sword of God wasn’t someone that a lot of angels got to know personally because he had so many responsibilities that he had to tend to. Lucifer was a different story, he was as close to God as someone could be without literally being the Metatron. His dreamer tendencies made it so that God valued his input when it came to creating creatures and items that would one day populate the Earth. Due to that, during the seven days and nights that it took to make everything in creation, Lucifer had grown quite close to Michael.

Love flowed freely in Heaven. There was no need for them to marry because there had never been an angelic baby, thus there was no need for a child to be born in the sanctity of vows to God. They were all the direct servants of God anyway, so they didn’t need to do it again during a wedding ceremony. Marriage was something that was reserved for the first man and woman, Adam and Lilith.

That meant that Lucifer got to visit Michael as often as he wished, even if it was considered for the best if he didn’t broadcast his comings and goings to the rest of the angelic hoard. He knew that part of that was to stop jealousy from arousing in the other angels. Others weren’t as close to God, which had already caused a bit of contention within some of them. Others had even fallen in love with Michael themselves and would no doubt be upset to find out that he had bedded another but refused to even look their way.

Lucifer knew that was silly, but he also had no way to articulate that to others whom had not been there to see what he had. He had been there when Michael had sworn to be the Sword of God, when he had pledged his life to a job that he would serve in until his death. He took that job very seriously and thus did not have time for someone that wouldn’t be passive about their relationship the way that Lucifer was.

The Morningstar himself liked to have as much attention as he could get and he drank it up every time. He spent a lot of time with other angels, a certain set that got along with him and shared quite a few of his values. They had different ways that they thought his proposed changes should be implemented and they didn’t want to rock the boat as much as he did, but they were willing to listen to him anyway. He had already shared a bed with a few of them as well, though none as often as he shared Michael’s at the moment. The two beings that he preferred to get attention from were the ones that he was meant to be watching and guiding.

He was thankful that God had been rather vague when He asked Lucifer to tend to the humans in the Garden of Eden. It meant that he had room to say that he didn’t quite know what the Almighty had meant. He could flutter his way down to the Garden when he pleased and spend time with Adam and Lilith, who were always elated to see him when he came. Being the center of their world for the moments that he was talking felt even better than when he was presenting in front of the other angels. He liked the way that their eyes felt on him when they roved over the hand motions he made while he spoke, or the way that they would grin when they finally understood something.

Thoughts of what his day would entail was enough to get him out of the bed and on his feet. Michael had been draped over most of the plush mattress, his six wings fluttering in the light breeze that was coming in through the open window. Lucifer had tucked his wings in, as he did every time that he went to bed, so that they would be more space for him.

The other angel being as spread out as he was did make it more difficult for him to slip out without being seen. He had been doing this for quite some time, though, so he managed to roll from the bed and catch himself before he reached the floor.

He carefully sprang to his feet and then grabbed the robe that he always wore. The humans had to invent everything that they wanted to work with, so they were not provided with the wonderful amenities that Heaven included yet. According to the High Seraphim, they would receive them once they did something that would warrant them becoming a Saint. Lucifer wondered how many of the babies that Lilith and Adam made together would get to come to the wonderful Kingdom, he was already excited to meet them again even if it meant that they had to die.

He slipped out of Michael’s home and into the streets of Heaven. The sky above was the palest, most delicate blue that could be perceived by the Heavenly mind. The ground was made of evenly constructed bricks of cold and white tile, which made the entire thing shimmer. The buildings around the place that Lucifer was in were low down to the ground and hued with blue and pink, some of them gold to indicate some of the higher level angels that lived within. The angelic homes were segregated into a different part of Heaven so once the humans had been created and began to ascend to Sainthood, they wouldn’t have to deal with a creature that was so different than themselves.

Lucifer walked through the weaving streets, walking around and around in a massive circle, before he finally reached his own home. It was the same as all the others were, though the roof and window sills were gilded in gold instead of the baby blue that surrounded him. He slipped in through the door and then shed the robe that he had worn before, leaving it for the principalities that had been made to help care of the angels that had more important jobs. He then picked out another one of them and laid it down on his untouched bed, though he mused the covers so it looked as though he was just being tidy instead of having spent the night in another place entirely.

He walked to the basin that held the water pitcher and bowl in it, using it to wash his face and hands. He also made sure to clean the last of the stickiness that Michael had missed the night before from between his legs. The angel was kind enough to try and wash him off despite them both being exhausted from going three rounds without sleep after a full day of work, so who was Lucifer to complain about him missing a massive streak of cum along his inner thigh.

Once he was clean, he dressed in his robes and then said his quick prayer to God. He thanked his Father every day, just to affirm that he was grateful for the life that he had been given. It was something all the angels did, even the ones that were close enough to God to actually talk to Him.

His morning routine was completed as quickly as he could because he already had a fun day planned for himself down in the Garden. He managed to slip his way through his fellow angels often enough that he could spend a good deal of his time there. It didn’t seem as though anyone really cared as long as he was able to give them his plans and ideas at the next meeting that they held. The only person that would really care was Michael because he was charged with protecting God’s favorite pastime, which was currently the humans, but he didn’t seem to care much either.

So Lucifer once again slipped from his home after grabbing an apple from the bowl in the center of his dining room table. Angels didn’t have to eat so that they could survive, but they were told that it would make the humans that would eventually ascend to the Heavens as Saints more comfortable to see the angels doing something akin to what they had done their whole lives. Lucifer didn’t mind, especially recently.

He had discovered some of the wonderful foods that God had placed down in the Garden for Adam and Lilith. The apple was his favorite, delectably sweet and crunchy and tart at the same time. He wasn’t sure if anything would ever come to top it, especially when the core was fun to gnaw on after all the flesh had been devoured.

Some of the other angels had also risen from their slumbers and were milling about with each other. There were a couple already standing by the meeting room as they got prepared to give the orders out to the lower ranking principalities and archangels. As he passed by, Lucifer greeted each of them in turn. The rank of Seraphim had only been given to a handful of angels at that point, not including the special beings that had been given specific jobs by God. Michael and The Metatron were the two that came to mind immediately, but Lucifer barely even considered them to be angels at that point because they rarely strayed into the lives of others.

“Lucifer!” Beelzebub chirped when she saw her friend. She had long blond hair that puffed up around her head and fell into her face, almost imitating fennec fox ears. Her eyes were wide and golden, sparkling with a kind of desire to drink in everything that they could witness at all times. She was wearing a similar robe to Lucifer but it was faded pink instead of only gold.

“Bee!” he responded to her, throwing his arms out to the side of him. She squealed as she was able to wrap him up in a hug. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were going to be experimenting with food today since it was your day off.”

She looked a little put out when he reminded her of what she had said yesterday. He wondered if she had gotten in trouble again, it had already happened a couple of times. He knew that some of the other Seraphim were beginning to push back on what they were told to do. It was the influence of the humans, Lucifer was sure of that. He knew that they all respected God, He was their creator and thus had to be respected. The humans asked questions and inspired them to do things that they hadn’t done before, which meant that they were pushing boundaries that they hadn’t known existed before that point.

She turned her head back to Sera and gave a little wave, “I had a dear friend come and ask me for some help with giving out the orders to the Cherubim, so I decided that I would come and do that instead. After all, we are all God’s servants and must put aside our own desires for Him.”

“Of course,” Lucifer nodded. “I hope that you are able to help Sera the way that she needs.”

The words felt like ash as he spoke them. The apple that he had eaten while he was walking over to the entrance to the Garden from Heaven felt like it was sitting a stone in his belly. Almost to the point where the skin over his hips felt stretched and bloated, but he was sure that he was simply making that up. He had been feeling that way for a very long time, but he wasn’t sure where it had originated from. He loved Heaven and he loved being a servant of God because it meant that he got to do all the wonderful things that he did.

At the same time, he could see how being called to do the bidding of someone that they rarely got any affection from was hurting his friends. Mammon and Leviathan appeared to be struggling most of all, but now Beelzebub was looking as though someone had just told her she was never permitted to indulge in sugar ever again.

Lucifer reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before he continued on his way. He needed to drown out his sorrows with other voices, something that he did often. He spent his time in the Garden so he could not only come up with ideas, spurred on by Adam and Lilith, but so that he could get the voices of the other angels out of his head and settle himself.

He wanted to stay with Beelzebub and argue that she should get to actually spend her day off doing what she liked. She worked every other day of the month doing her actual job, she didn’t need to help Sera with her own jobs as well. It was unfair to keep her from doing something that she loved just because God or someone under him had asked them to do something else. They should be able to say no.

He knew that they couldn’t, that his pushback on some of his assignments had already gotten him shoved to the edge of the inner circle. So he didn’t say anything and simply continued on his way towards the door that would lead him to Eden.

The door was built into the side of a wall, the one that ringed all the way around the settlement where the angels lived and did their business. It was taller than Lucifer by three or four times and intricately carved with all of the creations that God and the other angels had placed in the garden. The left side held the plants, so there were pops of color as the flowers and buds of fruit were illustrated to bring attention to them. The other side was entirely made up of animals that were all chasing each other to demonstrate the way that the food chain worked. The prey animals were the closest to the seam of the door with the prey animals that ate both plants and meat in between, then the predators behind them furthest away from the plant side. It was technically a portal down to earth, but they had manifested it into a door for the ease of the angels that were coming and going as they checked on the humans inside.

Lucifer checked the panel on the side of the door to make sure that none of the other angels had already gone through. They had once only come to check on the semi-immortal duo once a week, when they weren’t in their meetings while trying to figure out what to introduce to them. That had changed recently with some revelations of what was happening in the Garden thanks to Leviathan. Lilith and Adam seemed to be getting along about as well as some of the fish in the bigger rivers did, but it was nothing that Lucifer couldn’t smooth over. He was a showman at heart and loved having the attention on him, especially when he was hanging around people that he believed to be his friends. It was happening less and less frequently with the other Seraphim, but more and more frequently with the new humans in the Garden.

He pulled on the heavy metal handle and then stepped through the magical barrier that swirled with yellow, purple, and green. When he reached the other side, he appeared in the Garden of Eden down on earth.

The Garden was full of flush vegetation, every item that had been on the door outside flourishing inside.

To the left was a dense forest with almost every type of tree, clustered in little bundles so that they could thrive by themselves and not have to battle with the others. On the ground was sorrel and lichen and struggling grass that stretched up futility towards the sun that was being blocked from it. Vines and ivy had their way with the low hanging branches and thick trunks so that they could escape the massive ferns and bushes threaded between the thickets. A few colorful birds darted out of the larger trees and rabbits and mice hid amongst the smaller ones. Water could be heard trickling inside of the forest, hidden by the dancing shadows and critters scurrying about so that they could hide from the newcomer.

To the right was a meadow where the grass was thick and so vibrantly green that it almost hurt to look at. There were flowers dotted in clustered patches, imitating much smaller versions of what the trees were doing on the other side. They were a variety of different colors and Lucifer already knew that Adam had named quite a few of them himself. There were bright red poppies, stunning violets, orange and purple tulips, stark daffodils, and even a bush full of pretty pink weeping hearts. The animals in the meadow were delicately eating from it and lazing about in the sun, basking as they should have been.

Lucifer took a moment to breathe in the sweet scent of something new and fresh, as he always did when he came to the Garden. He loved Heaven, it was his home, but it didn’t compare to the place where God had chosen to put His most treasured creations. Nothing would ever compare to the smell of rain after it had just fallen or the way that the grass would brush through the nice wind that came from the desert surrounding the Garden.

He embarked into the meadow half of the world in front of him so that he could find the camp that Adam had set up. It was a wondrous thing, to watch the First Man and Woman make what humans would begin using for years and years to come afterwards. Lucifer didn’t know what God had planned for when that time came, no one other than the Heavenly Father Himself did, but he was excited to get to see it.

The camp was relatively close to the stream that fed the meadow’s plants, sheltered on a patch of ground that no longer had grass growing on it because of how often Adam had walked over it. There was a hut made out of sticks and leaves, woven so thickly together that they created a good roof when the Garden got rain. There was a firepit, currently stacked with kindling for that night’s dinner but left empty for the time being. Over the top of it was a clay pot made for boiling and cooking, also empty for the time being.

Lucifer turned his craned his neck as he carefully walked into the camp and looked for the human. He knew that Adam liked to jump out at him sometimes, he found it amusing when he startled the angel according to the man himself, but Lucifer didn’t care for the feeling it left him with. When he was sure that he was safe from being scared, he began to trace Adam’s footprints up the side of the river while hoping it would actually lead to his friend.

There was always a chance that he was following a long cold trail when he tried to track his friend, but he had high confidence that he was going to get it right that time. Lilith had been teaching him how to better recognize something that had been left two days ago instead of thinking that everything was fresh. According to her, it was very important that they know where the prey was for eating and where the predators were for their own protection.

It didn’t take long before Lucifer finally stumbled across his friend. Adam was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him, ankle deep in the river as it flowed merrily along to the other edge of the garden. He was wearing a tunic made of roughly woven cloth, probably using the grass that grew so abundantly in the land around his makeshift hut. He had a flower grasped in his fingers, twirling it back and forth as he examined it even closer.

Lucifer stepped behind him and tilted his head down so that they were staring at each other, Adam from the ground and Lucifer from above. “Hello, friend,” he beamed.

“I was wondering when you were going to be coming back to visit us, angel,” Adam grinned in reply. Lucifer could see the way that the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, the way that his mouth dipped down immediately afterwards.

He shucked off his sandals and then sat down beside his friend, giving him a worried look. “Adam, something is bothering you.”

“It’s nothing, promise,” he shrugged. He set the flower down between the two of them, keeping the stem underneath his palm so that the wind wouldn’t pick it up.

“It’s not nothing if it is making you sad,” Lucifer replied, touching his pale fingers to Adam’s, which had been long-tanned by the sun in the Garden.

He sighed and laid back down on the ground, passing the flower over to Lucifer. “I tried to be romantic with Lilith so that she might decide to like me more, but it didn’t work. I named this after her, I called it a lily.”

“That’s very pretty, a very good name for a flower that looks like this,” Lucifer confirmed. The flower had several thin petals that left a lot of gap between them, branching out and curling back so that their points were almost touching the base. The inside of the flower had several long stems covered in golden pollen and green feelers. The petals themselves were a speckled white and pink color, the white taking over towards the edges.

“She didn’t think so. She said that she would find me again for dinner but that she needed to be by herself for now,” Adam explained. Lucifer could see the turmoil happening inside of the man and wished that he knew how to help.

He kept the flower in his fingers as he crossed his arms and balanced them on his knees. He tilted his head down so that he was looking sideways at Adam. It was hard to get his thoughts into line when he was feeling like this, so taking a moment to simply breathe in the sweet air of the world around them was helping him get it all into order. “Do you think that maybe she’s pregnant?” he asked. It felt like a stupid question, given how many fights the two of them had, but it was also what they had been put into the Garden for.

Adam shrugged helplessly. He threw his arms out to the side of his body and picked at the grass with both hands, just to have something to do. “How would you even tell something like that? I know God told us the main one, but I’m never around Lilith enough to see if she’s stopped bleeding,” the man huffed.

Lucifer suppressed a shudder at the mention of that. Angels had been created with both sets of genitals and a main presentation so that they were more humanoid for the future Saints of Heaven. They didn’t have cycles the way that some mammals did, no heats or periods to speak of. Lucifer couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to walk through life knowing that every thirty days one would start bleeding for a week. He was glad that he never had to deal with that even if he did have the libido fluctuations that normally came with that having a menstrual cycle.

“I think that there are some other signs. Other than her belly getting bigger, of course. I’ve heard that odd dreams are something that might happen, as well as her nails and hair growing faster because she’s growing another person. Then there’s also an increase in appetite and some mood changes,” Lucifer then answered. “That was why I asked. Maybe she didn’t want the flower because she was pregnant.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” Adam said. His face had split into that grin that was almost too big for his face, mischievous and happy. He cuddled closer to Lucifer while poking at his body and making him squirm.

The angel laughed as the sensation caused his nerves to spasm and bat at the man’s hand. Eventually they stopped, a bit closer to the river than they had been before but not quiet inside of it yet. Lucifer sat back up, dusting off the gold and blue robe that he had dawned that morning. He asked, “Why do you think that I’m pregnant, Adam?”

“Your hair is longer, angel,” Adam replied. He reached up and brushed back a long of golden hair with his calloused fingers, which made golden blood rush to his cheeks and tint them dark.

“I’m sure that’s just because I haven’t cut it in a while. It’d be a very rapid growth,” Lucifer shook his head. Something about what Adam had said, likely as a joke to make him uncomfortable on purpose, was squirming its way under his skin. He had noticed that it was getting harder to write when he was sketching his ideas for upcoming meetings because his nails had gotten longer before they usually did.

Adam laughed and then set his head down on his friend’s chest. Adam had always been close with him, ready to touch and be touched in return. They had never done anything like what Lucifer did with Michael, but he had to admit that there were times when he wanted to. “I think that you’ve got a bit of a belly too, like this,” he said as he smoothed his hand down Lucifer’s stomach from just under his flat chest to where his cock lay flaccid under the robe.

The Morningstar took in a sharp breath as he tried not to think about how close Adam was to some very sensitive parts of his body. He thought that the night he had spent with Michael was more intense than the ones previous had been, but he had assumed that was because it had been longer in between sessions at the time. “Angels can’t get pregnant,” he finally said.

“Why not?”

“We don’t have menstrual cycles the same way that humans do,” Lucifer said. Some part of his mind knew that it wasn’t quite the whole truth. An angel likely should be able to get pregnant simply because they had all the parts to do so, including what was inside. Perhaps there was some other part of their physicality that let them conceive even if they didn’t have a specific time where their body released an ova.

The man gave a shrug and then flopped back down onto the cool grass. “Do you want to come hunting with me today? I think I know a thicket of blackberries that you can hang out in instead of doing the heavy lifting,” Adam teased. The smile was slightly different, once again dimming from when he had been teasing Lucifer.

He didn’t want to have to tell him no, he wanted to say that he would love to spend the rest of the day walking around with Adam in the forest and the meadow, but he had other things he had to attend to. “I have a meeting soon,” he lied, which also felt bitter on his tongue but somehow not as much as what he had said to Bee did. “I think that I’m going to visit Lilith and then head back to Heaven. But I’ll come visit you again soon.”

“Do you promise?” Adam asked, dark eyes begging for the answer that he was only half sure was coming to him.

Lucifer grinned and nodded, just as he always did. There was very little in either realm that he inhabited that would keep him from coming to see his friend. He stood up and brushed his clothing off as he began to walk to the place that Lilith frequented when she had enough of her husband for the day. Lucifer didn’t really understand why she felt that way, but he assumed that every human was different the same way that every angel was different.

As he walked, he began to think more about what Adam had said to him. His nails and hair were growing faster than they had previously, and the rest of his body was changing as well. His nipples and the tissue around them felt more sensitive, like someone was electrocuting him every time they brushed their fingers against them even if it was through clothing. He grew more interested in the idea of sex and proximity the longer that the months wore on as well. He also couldn’t deny what Adam had said about the rounding of his belly, even if it was still caused by what he had assumed it was before.

By the time that he reached Lilith, he had realized with a wave of crippling fear that he was pregnant despite thinking that angels did not possess that ability until that very moment. He was glad that he was with the more sullen of the two humans when he came to that realization so that he could talk to someone about it seriously instead of having Adam’s constant need for humor interfering with it.

Lilith was sitting on the highest branch of the tree that would support her weight. She had her head leaned against the trunk, her arm wrapped around it for extra support. She was staring straight ahead at the vast desert that surrounded the Garden with a wistful expression on her face. She had something similar to Adam covering her body, but had wrapped it around every part of her body that was going to be touching the tree so she didn’t get scraped up as she climbed.

Lucifer squatted down slightly and then launched into the air with his wings propelling him up higher. He sat on the branch that was on the other side of the tree and slightly higher than her own. “Hello Lilith,” he greeted with a shy smile falling over his features.

“Hello, Luci,” she beamed back at him. She was so beautiful when she smiled, almost enchanting with the curve and shimmer that it brought with her. “How did your visit with Adam go?”

“He said that he was sorry for what he did to upset you,” Lucifer replied. Adam hadn’t said that exactly and hadn’t sent Lucifer to deliver the message, but the angel figured that it would help patch up what was wrong with his friends. He wanted to keep the lily that Adam had gifted him, but he knew it would do more good and bring more joy if it was in her possession. “And he said to give you this.”

She sighed as she took the flower from him. She spun it back and forth in two of her fingers as she brought the bud to her nose to sniff the sweet smell from the center of the bud. “He certainly is dedicated, isn’t he?”

“Why are you so discontent with him?” Lucifer asked. While he was beginning to question the Will of God himself, he knew that the two humans had been created for each other and thus should have been able to get along better than they were currently.

The woman huffed and brushed her long golden hair back over her shoulder. She tucked the flower between her ear and her hair so that it was stuck there while she spoke. “He doesn’t want to let me be as free as I need to be happy. He tries to stop me from creating what I want, from hunting as I wish, and from exploring outside of the Garden.”

“Outside the Garden?” Lucifer gasped. He definitely agreed with Adam on that matter, even if he could see why not letting her have a bigger say in their shared business would be a problem for her. “Lilith, there is nothing out there but sand dunes!”

“What if there isn’t?” she asked. She reached around the trunk of the tree and pointed out towards the horizon, where the moon was just barely beginning to peak up. “Can you see it, all the way out there? I want to see what that is. I don’t care if it’s nothing, or if it’s dangerous. I just want to see it.”

Lucifer knew that they had yet to make anything other than the Garden, it was where everything was concentrated to make sure that it was good to interact with humans before they dispersed more of it amongst the earth. At least, that was what they had assumed God intended for the vast wasteland that lay along the rest of earth. “Maybe I can create something for you,” he grinned. “But you’re going to have to wait a little while longer, I’m afraid.”

The beam that had spread across her face at the idea of him creating something just for her to explore fell as she asked, “Why is that?”

He took the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the trunk of the tree and then placed it on the bottom swell of his belly. “I believe that I am going to have a child. I need to spend the next couple months of my pregnancy preparing to have a baby and conserving my magic to teach them how to use it.”

“Lucifer, when a baby is born they are helpless for months and months. They won’t be able to use magic then,” Lilith laughed as if he had said something particularly foolish.

“You don’t know that,” he shook his head. “There has never been an angelic baby born, we were wall created in our early teenage years and then grew to when we would naturally stop for our jobs and destinies,” he explained. He didn’t know what his babe was going to look like when they were born or what power they would possess at that tiny stage of their life.

They were both quiet for a bit as they considered what was going to happen in the future of their lives. Lucifer felt as though he had something much heavier than Lilith did, but he didn’t know what was going on in her mind and would never assume that he did. Eventually, she sighed and took her hand away from his stomach, “I’ll stay until the baby is old enough to watch after themself. Then, maybe that point you’ll have made something more for me to explore.”

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Lucifer returned to the Garden as often as he could. Before, he had done it because it was the only place where he could get real inspiration for the things that he needed to make for Earth.

Now he was doing it because he wanted to spend as little time around the other Seraphim and angels as possible. He had stopped going to visit Michael, worried that his naked body would reveal the life that was growing inside of him. He had stopped hanging out with the other Seraphim as often as he had before as well, usually retreating to his room as soon as he got back and only popping out when he needed to restock the food in his house or go to meetings. The isolation of it all was very hard on him, but he knew that he had to keep it up if he wanted to be safe.

He noticed the changes in his body more than he had before he realized that he was with child. His nails grew at a rate that required he clip them every other day just to make sure that he didn’t accidentally scratch himself and that he could write properly. His hair grew just as quickly, so he had gotten very adept at cutting it himself even though Beelzebub had always done it for him prior. He began to wear his clothing baggier and baggier without making a big deal out of it. He was glad that everyone in Heaven already wore loose fitting robes, it made it easier to hide his belly when it began to bloom.

He could understand how he thought his increase in appetite was the thing that was making his body change the way it was now that he was in the later stages of his pregnancy. His belly had started as a bloating in between the expanse of his hips and then turned into a teardrop, getting smaller the closer that it got to his diaphragm. He knew that there was going to be a ‘popping’ of sorts now that he was over halfway, but it felt as though it had all happened overnight. His stomach had turned from the teardrop shape into something totally round, to the point where it was obvious he was expecting a baby when he wasn’t wearing his robes.

Lucifer entered through the door that led to the Garden of Eden as he had done most days since his pregnancy began. He was uncomfortable and upset, this time because he was so horny he thought he was going to die. He hadn’t realized how cathartic it was for him to be having an orgasm or two every night for a couple of years before he was no longer getting that. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t tried to keep up on the habit, but he fell asleep every time he got into bed after a long day and he could barely even reach his cock or his cunt any longer.

He tried to keep a happy smile on his face as he walked through the Garden to find where his friends were. They had gotten along a lot better now that they both knew that Lucifer was expecting a baby, almost as if they had rallied together to support him as he went through that rather tumultuous time in his life. Just as they had been for the last couple of weeks, he found them together in a glade of grass and poppy flowers.

“Lucifer,” Lilith beamed as she saw him. She was wearing a simpler version of the clothing that she had made to protect her when she was climbing trees. They had a blanket spread out over the soft grass to stop any bugs from crawling over them as easily and to stop the grass from poking unpleasant places.

“Hello Lilith, Hello Adam,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the blanket. He set his staff down next to him and then removed the first layer of his robe so that it was more open, tilting himself up towards the sun. “I didn’t know that pregnancy was going to make me so hot.”

“In more ways that one,” Lilith giggled, her yellow eyes roving over his body.

He raised a brow at her as he tilted his head towards her, “You find me more attractive now that I have a huge watermelon strapped to my stomach than you did when I was all slender.”

He had been expected Adam to laugh or tease them as he normally did when they flirted with each other. It was something special that Lucifer shared with the humans, the ability to imply that they might share some of the intimacies that he had with Michael or what they were supposed to be doing with each other. Instead, Adam reached out and placed his hand on Lucifer’s swollen belly as he said, “You’re glowing, Lucifer. Not in the angelic way either, there’s something different about you now that you’re pregnant.”

“If that different thing means that all the horniness is building up inside of me so that I’m about to explode then we can agree on something,” he complained lightheartedly. He was trying to not pay too much attention to the way that Adam’s tenderness and compliment was making his heart flutter madly in his chest. He was having a baby and Adam had never shown any desire to be intimate with him in that kind of way, so he wouldn’t push it even though he wanted to.

“You’re horny?” Lilith asked, her hand still trailing up and down his thigh like it was going to lead somewhere. Lucifer couldn’t imagine where, he felt like he was one of the whale’s that Leviathan had pitched for the ocean during their last meeting.

“Terribly so,” he whined. He should have known better than to do something that intimate with the humans even if he joked about it with them all the time. He knew that they were barely supposed to even interact with him, but it was so hard when that want and desire was sitting so heavily in his gut. It was like it was radiating out of him, as if he had turned into the sun but made out of lust.

“What happened to the person that got you into this situation?” Lilith asked as she continued the motions with her hand. She inched forward on the blanket every couple of words so that they got closer and closer together. Lucifer could feel the heat of her body leaking off of her and into his own, which made him forget about his worries of it proceeding all the more.

“I can’t go to him, he’s an angel,” Lucifer said. He wasn’t going to tell her who had fathered his child, he was hoping that she would just take that as a good enough answer. No one was even supposed to know that he and Michael were being intimate together. That was only half of the reason that Lucifer had kept the pregnancy a secret from Heaven.

“Mm, I’m glad that you felt like you could come to me about it, then,” Lilith smirked. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It felt different than when Michael had kissed him there, her lips chapped and almost painful against his silk-smooth skin. He didn’t mind it though because the pain shot through his body and right to his cunt, making him leak dramatically over his smalls.

He let out a breathy gasp as his head fell backwards to allow her to have more room. She then shifted so that her legs were over the top of his and her hands were on either side of his shoulders. She had caged him in, like she was a predator and he was her prey. Lucifer had never known how much he was going to enjoy the idea of that until he was stuck in the middle of it.

“Are you okay with little old me being the one to do the honors, angel?” she asked, brushing her hand down the side of his body and hovering near his belly.

“Please, Lilith. I think that if I don’t cum within the hour then I’m going to break,” he whispered. It honestly did feel like there was a fire burning inside of him that was going to burst out and shatter him if he didn’t get a handle on it.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned down and caught his lips on top of her own, which reminded him once again that she was a human and thus inherently flawed. He didn’t mind it as he surged forward to chase after her lips, just to make it last a little bit longer. The way that she was touching his body felt electric and he wanted to drown himself in the feeling of it all.

She grinned when she pulled away from the kiss. She sat back on her haunches and then pulled the makeshift clothing off of her body, tossing it to the side. Nakedness wasn’t something that was considered indecent in the Garden, mostly because Lilith and Adam had to make their own clothing. When the weather was good and they weren’t doing anything that might result in them getting nicked or scratched, they often walked around their camps in nothing.

To Lucifer, though, it was the most delicious thing that he had ever seen. Adam and Lilith had been made with the same genital configuration as the angels, though they had been given it so that they could produce at least two babies at the same time instead of one baby every year. Lilith had the female presenting body, which was why she was meant to be following Adam’s lead. Her breasts were shapely and round, hanging off of her body so that it was obvious that the point of them led to her red areola and nipple. The rest of her body was a pale milky white, different from the dark tan that Adam had gotten from all his time spent out in the sun. She had beautiful hips and a trail of black hair that led down to where her cock was pointing up towards her bellybutton, already leaking.

“Should we see what you have under here, angel? I think I’d rather like to see the rest of that beautiful body,” Lilith purred as she began to pull at the rest of Lucifer’s wrapping. He moved his hips up and tugged at the fabric as well, just to get it off of him as quickly as he could. He wanted to be close to someone the same way that he had been before he had gotten pregnant, and that meant shedding the clothing that kept him safe from view of others.

When the fabric was finally off of him and pooling around them in sizable piles, Lilith pulled away to look over her partner. He could feel the yellow of her eyes taking in the perkiness of his own nipples, the way that his chest had swollen with milk for the babe inside of him despite having months to go. He could almost feel her tongue on him when he noticed the way she licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock straining against his belly.

Lucifer could feel the anticipation coiling in his gut the same way that he had when he was staring at the edge of a cloud, thinking about what it might be like to fly. He had been the first of his brethren to take flight, the first to show them what their wings were meant for and the first to experience the joy of a freefall.

He was given the same amount of ecstasy that time as he had when he had flown, a hand wrapped around his swollen member and the head drawn into the warm mouth of the first woman. He let out a cry as pleasure shocked through his system. His hands scrambled for a bit of purchase and he ended up balling up the material of the blanket underneath them so that his nails didn’t dig into his palms. He could feel his cock continuing to leak as Lilith drew it further and further into her mouth, spurred on by the little sounds that he was making.

When her nose hit his swollen belly, she reached the end of his member with her tongue. She licked all the way up his shaft until her tongue reached his slit, digging into it so that she could smear the pearly precum over her tongue and lips. She grinned wickedly at him when she pulled off so that she could ask, “How did you like that?”

“If you keep going like that then I’m not going to be able to last for very long,” he breathed. “I wasn’t kidding when I said that I was so horny I thought I might die.”

“As long as you can finish me off in turn, I don’t care how long you end up lasting,” she grinned in reply.

The Morningstar released the blanket and then hefted himself up onto his elbows so that he could better see her. It tilted his bump down slightly and gave her a different amount of access to his cock, completely blocking off his cunt from her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t able to pleasure him in both places at once, though, because he got to see what she looked like when her hands began to wander.

Lilith took the head of his cock back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the different texture of skin that the glans held. Her hand traveled to her breasts, pulling twice at each nipple so that they were as pert as his own before she moved on. Her mouth moved up and down his cock while her hands had a mind of her own, reaching her cunt underneath her erection. She spread her lips apart and then stuffed two fingers into herself at once, Lucifer could hear the squelch of her juices even if he wasn’t able to see what she was doing entirely.

The view that he had been provided was quickly replaced by an overwhelming rush of pleasure so strong that it whited out his vision. He let out a gasp and bucked his hips forward to chase after the pleasure. The wire that was ever-present in the recesses of his gut was tightening more and more the longer that the pleasure continued. He could feel it as it reached the height, right before it snapped and released the orgasm that he had been waiting months for.

He moaned loud and long as he collapsed back onto the blanket. His cunt clenched around nothing as the wetness that plagued him every time he shifted the wrong direction leaked down his thighs. The mouth on his cock sucked harder as his member twitched and spurted hot cum deep into Lilith’s mouth.

She pulled off of him with the same cat-like grin that she had sported when she had pounced on her prey in the first place. She was still fingering herself, two digits buried into her cunt and her thumb brushing over her cock. “Was that what you needed, angel?” she asked, almost breathless.

“It was, it was wonderful,” Lucifer nodded. He turned and kissed her, which quickly escalated. It had started as their lips pushed against one another and then their heads bucking back and forth as they tried to consume one another. Soon enough, someone had opened their mouth and now their tongues were swirling together in a dance of intimacy that felt almost as if it should have been against the rules. Lucifer could taste himself on her tongue and that simply spurred him on further.

He let his own hands explore her body, the divots of her hips and the dimples on her back. His favorite thing about her body that he hadn’t already seen was her cunt, glistening with her arousal and red from where she had been abusing it while she got him off. It was shaped similar to his, but the second set of folds was longer than the first and made it easier for him to find where she would be pleasured best.

Lucifer leaned down and licked up the length of her cock before he took the head into his mouth. Instead of delving deeper the way that she had with his own member, he simply sucked on the tip. He replaced her fingers with his own after tracing the rim of her vagina a couple of times, just to tease her and see how much she could leak before she got frustrated.

He plunged his fingers as deep into her as they would go and then began to fuck her with them. He curled them forward, back, to the side, and rubbed them against all of her walls. He kept suckling on her cock and watching the way that her face contorted with either discomfort or pleasure to learn what was working best for her. It was the first time that he had played with a pussy outside of his own, Michael had never allowed himself to be put in the rather more submissive position that Lucifer himself often took.

His eyes never strayed away from Lilith’s supple form as he fucked her. He paid attention to the way that his fingers were when she let out one of her gasping moans and how she reacted when he rubbed that spot while sucking the tip of her cock. Eventually, he felt the signature twitch that penises made when they were about to ejaculate, so he pulled off and let the pearly white or her cum decorate her stomach and the blanket next to her. He kept his fingers inside, rubbing the spot inside of her that made her almost scream with pleasure.

When she came down from the high, she let out a contented sigh and collapsed properly back down against the blanket. “Thank you for that, angel. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I had gotten it.”

“I’m here to help. Not that you didn’t also do me a favor,” he teased back. It was easy to do that kind of thing with Lilith, she smiled at his jokes even if they were bad and her laugh made him feel so special. He stretched his arms above his head and then cringed when he felt the crumbling, flaking between his legs from the cum that had dried there during his turn. “I’m going to go clean off. I’ll see you the next time I come to the garden?”

“You’d better, especially if our next visit goes anything like this one did,” she winked mischievously at him.

Lucifer felt his cheeks tinge pink as he turned around and quickly walked in the direction of the river. He was going to have to delve further into his thoughts and feelings for the humans that he had surrounded himself with. He had a lot going in his mind already, though, so he figured that it could wait a little bit.

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By the time that Lucifer hit eight months pregnant, he was absolutely exhausted. He found it a struggle to avoid falling asleep during the meetings that he had with the other angels. He spent most of his time down in the Garden either eating the foods that the humans offered him or dosing with one of them in the shade.

There was also a fair bit of time that he spent with Lilith buried in him, either her tongue or fingers or cock. He had yet to figure out what it meant when his heart fluttered while she laughed or his stomach became twisted in knots when he thought of her. He just knew that he liked the way he felt when he was around her, the same way that he liked being around Adam but also somehow different. He knew that for the time being, he could find protection and solace amongst the humans of the Garden.

He stumbled through the door of the Garden after writing his name down underneath the other lines he had already left. If any other angel that was as high as him had as much interest in the Garden as he did, then he surely would have already gotten caught and interrogated about why he was spending so much time with the humans suddenly. Thankfully, he was the only one that wanted to go and visit Adam and Lilith that much so the markings had gone unnoticed.

As soon as the door had shut behind him, he unwound some of the heavy material from his robes so that his belly and skin could breath. He felt huge, like he had become one of the stars in the sky that he had gotten his namesake from. He knew that wasn’t true, he was just more aware of his body than he would have been if the change was a bit more gradual. While the majority of his brain was not enthused about the idea of him looking as he did, he knew that it was better that the baby make him swell than to be born quite yet. He had only just barely fashioned a cot for them to sleep in and hadn’t quite figured out how he was going to introduce an angelic baby to the rest of his friends.

He walked through the grassy forest of the Garden until he came across the home that Adam had made for himself. He walked a bit further so that he was near the river, standing on the grass that made up the area around the frequently tread path. He slowly lowered himself down and then let out a long sigh as he tried to find a comfortable position.

It wasn’t long before one of his friends found him, Adam returning from the foraging that he had done for his evening meal. “I was wondering when you were going to show up today. Have you had any more of those pains from yesterday?”

“No, I think it was only a false alarm,” Lucifer sighed. He didn’t know how angelic pregnancies differed from the ones that the first man and woman would experience, but God had mentioned something about pains happening before labor began. He’d only have two of them while he was the Garden and one when he was trying to sleep later that night, which made for a total of three. He doubted that his baby was going to be making an appearance after such a lackluster announcement.

“That lets me have a bit more time with you, then,” Adam grinned as he sat down beside his friend. “How are you feeling?”

“Better than I was yesterday, I promise. I’m about done being pregnant, though. I would like the baby to stay in there for only a couple more days and then I’m done,” Lucifer placed one hand on the top of his rounded stomach, which was exposed to the warm air and son of the Garden.

Adam’s hand lifted and nervously moved towards his friend before Lucifer tugged him into position. The angel quickly shifted them around so that he was between Adam’s legs and the man was behind him. He leaned back against his friend as he took both of Adam’s hands and placed them underneath his bump. “Do you want to feel how heavy the baby is?” he asked.

“How would I do that? They’re still inside of you,” Adam argued.

“Just lift up really gently,” Lucifer replied. He was unable to stop the grin from spreading over his pale features. It was something that he had discovered when he had been experimenting with different ways to wrap his robe around himself. He had placed one of the stretches of fabric underneath his heavy belly and then pulled up, which distributed the weight of his baby in a different way that actually relieved some of the tension in his back and hips.

A beat passed where Adam was likely deliberating about whether or not Lucifer was pulling his leg. Eventually, he did as he was asked and slowly pressed upwards with his hands. Lucifer let out a moan close to the noise that he made when he was orgasming as the weight was finally lifted from him. “Woah, they really are solid in there,” Adam commented as he hefted the weight gently in his hands.

“You’re telling me. It gets annoying when they’ve been rattling around in there and kicking me all night,” he chuckled.

Adam looked to be in amazement that his friend’s body was doing something so intricate so naturally. It was just a small taste of what would likely happen in his mind when he or Lilith had their first baby. He placed Lucifer’s stomach back where it belonged but didn’t remove his hands, allowing them to rest on the top of the bump. “What do you think you want to name the baby when they come?”

“I was thinking something like Satan or Damon, I like both of those names,” Lucifer said.

“They don’t sound very angelic, too harsh on the tongue,” Adam shook his head. “What about something like Asmodeus?”

Just then, the baby gave a sharp kick to the center of Adam’s left palm, as if approving of the name that their father’s friend had given them.

Lucifer laughed and settled further back against his friend. “I think that he likes it. I like the name Asmodeus, it fits with the rest of the Seraphims.”

“They kicked me! Lucifer, they kicked me,” Adam beamed. He leaned down so that his head was closer to his friend’s swollen belly. He spoke directly to the baby, though his dark green eyes were flickering over to Lucifer with every word so that he could see what the angel thought of his actions. “I’m very excited to meet you, little one. I’ve heard that you’ve been causing your papa here a lot of grief and that’s not very nice. Be better to him and maybe I can show you some of the prettiest flowers in the garden when you decide to make your appearance.”

Lucifer felt as if his entire heart was going to burst in his chest when he saw how sweet Adam was being about the baby. Lilith was kind enough, but it seemed as though the thing that excited her most about his pregnancy was how horny it made him instead of the idea of another life coming into the world. It was nice to know that not only did Adam care about him enough to take care of him, but also cared about his unborn baby. He couldn’t want to see what the first man would do when he conceived his first child.

He had almost drifted off into the dozing form that was always tugging on him when he realized where the sun had gotten to. He usually tried to make it to the Garden earlier in the day, but things during his morning had distracted him from getting there on time. The finishing touches on the crib for the baby and his mid-morning nap had taken a lot of his day from him. He had still wanted to come visit Adam, but they had been laying in the grass for almost an hour together. That meant that he was at least twenty minutes late for the meeting that he was supposed to be at so that he could maintain his cover.

He whimpered as he pulled himself out of Adam’s arms, the sudden movement triggering another one of the pains he had experienced the day before. It started at the base of his spine and then spread out in a crescent along his hips before it traveled all the way around his pelvis. The last thing that it did was wrap around his belly and constrict it as tightly as it could. He felt almost like he could feel each divot and limb that the baby had because of how tight his muscles were in that present moment.

He let out a low breath as he tried to get the pain and pressure to leave him alone but to no avail. Adam was up in a second, helping Lucifer stand like he had done the day before. “Are you okay?”

“I have to get back to Heaven. I have a meeting that I’m late for,” he said instead of answering the question that he had been asked. He knew that he wasn’t alright, that something was wrong, but acknowledging it made it all too real. He had been trying to avoid the idea of the actual birth since he had realized that he was carrying his little babe. The logical part of him knew that it would come and there was no other way that the baby would come into the world, but no one had ever done it before and so he was scared.

“I can walk you back to the door,” Adam volunteered.

Lucifer shook his head and gave his friend a shaky smile. “I know that you are only trying to help, but I have to do this alone. If you’re shown being too attached to me then it could mean bad things for us both.”

Adam didn’t look too sure about that but nodded his head anyway. He walked Lucifer back to the camp and helped him get his robe back onto his body in the way that disguised the size of his stomach. Instead of walking back to the gate like he did when he had time or since he had started doing post-pregnancy reveal, Lucifer summoned up a well of his magic and teleported to the outside of the meeting room.

As soon as his body rematerialized where he had asked it to, he knew that he had made the wrong decision. His hand met the brick wall as bile crept up into the back of his throat. He gagged twice before the contents of his stomach, including the berries that he had shared with Adam on the riverbank, spewed back up and down onto the ground.

It wasn’t impossible for angels to get sick but it was very uncommon. They didn’t have the same type of bodies as the humans had and thus were not susceptible to the same kind of viruses and bacteria. There were a couple of things that they could do that would cripple their bodies or cause adverse reactions. Overindulging in food was one of them, as was overworking their physical forms. It was one of the reasons each of them had a bed and a bathroom in their homes despite not technically needing either of those things to function.

Lucifer himself had only been sick once before. He found out that oranges didn’t agree with his system in the slightest and had become bedridden for an entire week as his body purged it from his system. He had seen Leviathan and Beelzebub both get sick from overworking themselves, though that never seemed to be a problem for Mammon or Belphegor.

The door behind him opened as someone stepped out, likely having heard Lucifer being sick. “Lucifer?” Belphegor’s voice rang out through the hallway that he was standing in. He still hadn’t pulled himself away from the wall as he tried to keep the nausea at bay despite his body trying to cling to it.

“I’m alright,” he managed.

“You most certainly are not. Did you have another orange when you were down in the Garden? Is that why you’re late?” she asked. Her voice was so prim and proper that it almost made Lucifer feel like he was a child being scolded despite them not being family in that way.

“No, I just got ill after I teleported out here. I’m sorry for being late to the meeting, we can go in and things can get started,” he waved her away. He could already feel another one of the pains beginning to creep up his back. He had been under the impression that once labor actually started it would be much slower than what was happening now. Perhaps something had happened with his magic that was expediting the process, which was why he had been so wary of doing anything with it after knowing that he was pregnant.

“Sera can do something without us,” Belphegor replied easily. She placed a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder and said, “They’d likely send me with you anyway, once they found out that you were sick. I’m helping you.”

He couldn’t object to her any more than he already had as another wave of nausea took over him. She gave his arm a brief squeeze before she poked her head into the meeting room again. He could briefly hear her telling the other Seraphim that Lucifer had tried another citrus fruit that really wasn’t agreeing with his system and that she was going to take care of him. Knowing that he would have someone with him when he gave birth was a massive relief, he had to admit that to himself at least.

When Belphegor returned, she took his hand and began to slowly lead him through the winding streets that led to their homes. She opened the door with a swirl of her hand and then brought him to his bathroom. “How else are you feeling, other than the nausea?”

“I have these horrible cramps,” he sighed as he collapsed down onto the closed lit of his toilet.

She nodded her head in understanding as she began to get him out of his robes. “I’ve heard that’s rather common when someone is in labor, as is the nausea. Do you think that you’re going to be sick again?”

“You know?” Lucifer asked. He had never actually told her that he was pregnant or that he was going to be giving birth in the imminent future, so he wasn’t quite sure how she had figured it out.

“Lucifer, I am the angel that has come up with most of the sicknesses and their cures,” she replied. He could see the pain that it still caused her to know that she was responsible for the things that would be taxing the humans once they were populating the earth. He felt the same when it came to the animals that he had created where their only purpose was to fuel the bigger beasts that ate them, including humans. “I knew that you were pregnant the moment that you started spending more time in the Garden. Were you hoping that the humans could help you?”

He shook his head, “I knew that they couldn’t, neither of them have conceived or given birth yet so they’re just as lost as I am. They were the only ones that I thought knew so I tried to find comfort with them.”

His friend looked at him with a sad expression and cupped the side of his face. “You’re not alone anymore, I’m here with you,” she promised.

She finished getting him out of the baggy robes that he wore to hide his belly and then changed him into something far more comfortable. It had a series of buttons and laces on the front that could turn it into multiple different garments but the way that Lucifer wore it allowed it to be somewhat open in the front while also giving him privacy. It was loose fitting around his belly and sensitive chest, but tight enough that it wouldn’t snag on anything.

They paced around his small home while each contraction came and went. Belphegor was by his side the entire time, helping him find something to lean against when the pains came and then helping him stand and move when they were gone. She was able to get him to eat about half an apple and drink an entire glass of water while they worked together. Eventually, his waters broke all over the rug in front of his bed during one of the worst contractions that he’d had yet.

“You’re alright, don’t worry about it. It’s just water and I can get it out later,” Belphegor reminded him when she noticed the way that he was staring down at the growing puddle at his feet.

“Doesn’t this mean that the baby is going to start coming faster?” he asked.

“Not necessarily. And weren’t you just complaining that you didn’t want to have to be in pain anymore? This is the way to do it,” Belphegor chuckled as she led him back to his little bathroom.

He couldn’t say anything to her after that, simply reaching panickily towards the sink. He leaned heavily against it as another contraction tore through his system. The other angel focused on filling his bathtub, which she helped him step into once the water was at a good temperature and level.

That was, of course, when a knock on the door rang through the rest of the house and got both of their attention. Belphegor motioned for him to stay in the tub while she went to investigate, which Lucifer was okay with because he wasn’t sure if he could get up even if he wanted to. He had shifted so that he was on his knees with his legs spread far enough apart that it felt like his pelvis had changed shape completely. He breathed out slowly as he rocked through the contraction, though the water was definitely helping his labor.

“Hello?” Belphegor asked as she opened the door of Lucifer’s home to their unwelcome guest.

“I heard that Lucifer was sick. I was wondering if I could come and be of some assistance,” Michael said.

At the sound of his ex-lover’s voice, a rush of adrenaline and panic rushed through the Morningstar. The last thing that he wanted to deal with was another angel, especially the one that was closest to God outside of His literal voice. As if sensing that he was desiring for someone to go away instead of welcoming the help that was being offered to him by the Allmighty’s hand, the baby slipped lower in Lucifer and he felt something that made him call out for his friend.

She rushed back into the bathroom as quickly as she could, asking, “What? What’s wrong?”

“I think that I can feel the head,” he breathed.

“You didn’t mention anything about needing to push when I got you into the bathtub,” Belphegor nearly chastised as she collapsed down next to the bath beside him. She rinsed her hands off and then reached down into the water of the tub so that she could check Lucifer’s cervix, as she had many times since helping him labor. The only problem with that was the head of the baby preventing her from getting into his vaginal canal in the slightest. She sucked in a sharp breath and then said, “You’re right, that’s the head. I want you to stay calm and breath through the contractions as you push.”

Lucifer whimpered as he reached out for her. She helped him wrap his arms around her body so that he was leaning half out of the bathtub and pushing down into the water. He clung to her as hard as he could each time he got a contraction and pushed as hard as he could, eager for the pain to be over. He opened his eyes just long enough during one of his breaks to see that Michael was standing there.

He had loved the other angel dearly despite them agreeing that wasn’t something they could do in their relationship. He felt his heart shatter in his heart as he watched the Sword of God turn around and high-tail it out of his little house. He could hear the wind whistling through the open door at the front of his home, Michael hadn’t even bothered to close it in his desperation to run away from the problem that he had helped create.

Belphegor brushed Lucifer’s hair off of his forehead as she felt down in the water again. “Good, you’re doing so well. I can already feel the whole head and the cord is nowhere in sight. I want you to let go of my now and reach down. Cup the head with your hands so that when the rest of the body comes out you can lift him onto your chest,” she instructed. Her voice was so calm and level that it eased the panic that had been sitting heavy in Lucifer’s chest ever since he had gotten pregnant in the first place.

He did as he was asked, unweaving his arms from around her neck and sitting back against the tub as he reached down for the babe. It felt magical, to touch his baby with his hands for the first time even if they were still connected to his body through the process of their birth. Another contraction interrupted his thoughts before he had even finished having them and he bore down again.

It took a single push for the shoulders and the rest of the babe’s body to be born, bringing Asmodeus into the world. Lucifer let out a gasp of surprise at the rate with which his baby was born, but was able to bring him up and out of the water just as he took his first breath and began to cry. The angel brought his son closer to his body as he collapsed down onto the water.

Someone had apparently been walking by the door when Asmodeus was born because Mammon appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. “Shit, man. You should have told us that you were planning on popping out a little sproggy today. We would have moved the meeting,” he joked.

“Are you here to help or to cause problems?” Belphegor asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I guess I can help,” the other Seraphim shrugged.

Lucifer stopped paying attention to either of them after that. The only thing that he could focus on was the tiny life that he had spent the last nine months creating. As an angel, and one of them on the Counsel of God no less, he knew what it was like to create something that was living. Growing a being inside of him and then enduring hours of pain to bring them into the world was an entirely different feeling. He knew that he would endure every moment of anxiety and panic afterwards if it meant that he got to hold his baby son in his arms again.

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The next three hours were a whirl in his mind. He delivered the afterbirth, a mess of blood vessels and flesh that had helped keep Asmodues alive in the womb, and was then checked by Belphegor. When she determined that he needed rest but no stitches or medication. He was toweled off and then moved into his bed. He felt sticky around his neck and hair and he knew he was bleeding out of his cunt, but it didn’t matter. Asmodeus had been cleaned and checked over by the other angel as well, so they were settled into bed together.

The babe was sleeping against a pillow on Lucifer’s bed as the angel dozed beside him. Despite the effort it had taken to get him there, the Morningstar couldn’t find the restfulness inside of him that was required to sleep. He wanted to stay as awake as he could and simply gaze down at his tiny baby boy. He hummed gently to him so that the baby could sleep more, though he noticed that Mammon also adjusted in his sleep. Belphegor had left after she determined that everything was fine so she could sleep in her own bed, but Mammon had agreed to stay so that if anything happened he could get her.

The door to Lucifer’s home opened and another unexpected visitor entered. Dark hair and eyes immediately clued the Seraphim into the fact that it was Michael. Anger brewed in him for a moment as he wanted to demand where the other angel got off on abandoning him during the terror of birth only to come in when everything had settled. He had already missed their son’s first meal, first dressing, and first breath. In Lucifer’s mind, that meant that the other angel shouldn’t get to see anything else either.

He had been laying on the bed when the door was opened, so he remained there to see what would happen. He may have been sore from the birth, but he already knew that he could overpower Michael if the other angel tried to do anything to his baby.

Michael crossed over the floor, giving Mammon a wide berth, before he picked up the baby. He cradled the little one in his arms like he had been the one preparing for nine months instead of Lucifer. He brushed his fingers over the side of Asmodeus’ face and said, “I swear that you will live a happy life full of people that love you. I apologize that I cannot be one of these people for you.”

He couldn’t stand the idea of his baby being in the arms of another any longer, so he sat up on the bed. Lucifer had apparently startled the other angel because Michael jerked back, waking Asmodeus in the process. Lucifer held his arms out for his son and then immediately soothed him like it was second nature, rocking him gently back and forth. He then turned to his ex-lover and asked, “What are you doing with him?”

“I came to say goodbye to him,” Michael said.

“Goodbye? You’ve hardly even said hello,” he scoffed.

“Lucifer. You knew in the beginning of our dalliance that I would never be anything more than a means to an end. I don’t know why you’re acting shocked now,” he shook his head as if the other angel was foolish.

Lucifer could feel tears welling in his eyes, though it was nothing compared to the anger that was already burning away in his veins. How dare an angel that had abandoned him during the worst time of his life come into his own home and try to humiliate him? “I’m upset because it’s not just me now. I knew that you didn’t love me and that you refused to let yourself admit that you enjoyed my company outside of what I could do for your cock. I’m upset because Asmodeus deserves better.”

“Perhaps he does, but that is entirely the fault of his father,” Michael replied as he turned and walked out. He closed the door this time, which made it feel all the more final.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around his baby a bit tighter, just to remind himself that Asmodeus was there and perfectly safe as he laid them down on the bed. He would love his son enough for two parents, cherish him enough for all of Heaven, and adore him enough to rival the way God looked upon humans.

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The Devil's Dog

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Summary: Lucifer needs everything to be absolutely perfect so that he can prove how much he adores his daughter to her. Michael is determined to make that happen, as well as to keep his beloved Star safe. Warnings: Jealousy, mentions of past abusive relationships, and anxiety Word Count: 4,877 Ship(s): Lucifer Morningstar/Michael

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A/N: Okay, I know that there's some comic out there or a popular headcanon that Michael and Lucifer are brothers or twins or something, but they're not here. We've never met Michael in the show and as far as I'm concerned, that's the only canon since I don't think a piece of media should be a scavenger hunt unless it's an ARG. All of the angels are kind of like the Gods in Percy Jackson, where they don't have DNA so they can't really be incestuous with each other. Now that's cleared up, I hope that you can all enjoy this fic! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Michael had always enjoyed watching Lucifer work. While he himself was not a Seraphim, he had been at the same rank as them and thus had lived in the same bunk house as them when he was in Heaven. Being the Sword of God meant that he trained the armies of Heaven and sometimes, when he had gotten injured from that training, he would be allowed to lay in Lucifer’s room and simply watch as he made plans for the new animals and humans and plants that they would be putting on earth. Eden was the place where they tested it all, a palace that he had only been down to once to make sure that it was safe for Adam and Lilith to inhabit.

A lot had changed since that time, but the love he had for Lucifer had never once wavered. He was still permitted to sit and watch him work when he was making plans for something that would improve Hell. This was a little less relaxing than that would have been as Lucifer was throwing a ball for Charlie’s official debut into society. It was a little old fashioned, but the Sins had wanted an excuse to get together and Lucifer had decided that his daughter deserved a chance to be appreciated like how she deserved.

Lucifer was currently fluttering all over the palace as he tried to get everything exactly where it needed to be. There were massive boughs of holly, elderberry, and hyacinth strung from the ceiling. Lucifer had given some absurd meaning about them from a culture that had been long forgotten, but Michael just thought that there were pretty. Between each of the flower arrangments was a string of multi colored ribbons that formed bows and sweeping strings down to the floor around them, like an imitation of a maypole. Floating multicolored, gently scented, candles made up the light of the room, most of them concentrated around the massive buffet table and bar.

“Star, everything is wonderful,” Michael said softly, hoping that his voice would reach far enough that Lucifer would hear it while he was near the vaulted ceiling.

“Wonderful isn’t good enough, I need it to be perfect,” Lucifer huffed as he fluttered back down to the ground beside Michael. Naturally, they fell into each other as if they hadn’t been separated by a war and ten thousand years. Michael placed his arm around Lucifer’s waist and tugged him closer, which made the king of Hell place his head back against the fallen angel’s shoulder and pectoral.

“Why?” Michael asked. It was something he had often poked Lucifer about when they were in Heaven, something he had never really gotten an answer on back then. He was hoping that he’d finally be able to pry the answer from his partner, seeing as they were now far away from Heaven and could properly speak their minds about the things that they felt and opinions that they had.

“Because it’s for Charlie!” Lucifer replied, widening his arms as he looked at all of the decorations.

“Exactly, starlight,” Michael whispered. He brushed his fingers over the side of Lucifer’s face, which quelled some of the anxiety that was brushing just beneath the surface. The fallen angel was so glad that he got to do this again. They had stolen moments with each other back when they were in Heaven, but it was nothing compared to being able to show his affection for his husband out in the open. He didn’t have to stare at the walls to make sure that the all-seeing eyes of their Heavenly Father had gone, nor did he have to listen for the footsteps of their fellow angels. He just had to love Lucifer and be loved back in return, something that was very easy once he had learned how to let himself go properly.

He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Lucifer’s lips, which successfully got his attention all the way away from the decorations and just onto Michael. He let his hands slide down and around Lucifer’s waist, keeping the king close to his body as he whispered the rest of his reassurance. “This party is for Charlie, your daughter who loves you very much. She believes in second chances for everyone, and that includes the father that she was taken away from. She’s going to love that you did this for her not because of how gilded the flowers were or how beautiful the tapestries are, but because she could see that you put time and effort into something for her. She loves you, nothing will change that. Especially not something as small as a flower not being in just the right position in a bouquet.”

Lucifer tensed at that, his brilliantly beautiful eyes flipping around the flower arrangements as he tried to figure out what Michael was talking about. The angel rolled his eyes and kissed Lucifer’s cheek before he let the smaller man go. It was useless trying to distract him from a task at this point, so Michael would simply make sure that he remained calm while he worked and didn’t overdo it.

He walked over to the seats that were gathered around the little tables near the walls. The flower in the empty vase was drooping slightly, so he brushed his fingers over it and watched it perk back up. He no longer had the abilities that he had once wielded, back when he was the Sword of God and on the native soil of Heaven, but he had retained some of them. He was discovering more of who he was now that he was in Hell with his beloved. That meant that his abilities were also changing and shifting as his natural magic tried to find something to channel into that wasn’t killing or beating down the enemies of Heaven. It was nice, he liked being able to bring life to things instead of just taking it away.

Ten minutes of fussing later, Lucifer finally walked over to him. He bent down, one of his gloved hands resting on Michael’s cheek so that he could tilt the other man’s face upwards. He brought their lips together in a sweet kiss, leaving them both smiling like they were human teenagers that were just beginning to figure out the depth of emotions that they could feel. “Thank you for trying to reassure me and calm me down. I know that I’ve been rather over-the-top about this whole party. It’s just very important to me that Charlie can see the effort I’ve put into all of this for her.”

“I’m sure that she can. It doesn’t have to be perfect for her to understand the effort that you’ve given her,” Michael said. “I think that Perfection is a lie that God told to us so that He could make us more desperate for His validation. Think about it, if we thought that every action that we did had some unattainable standard of perfection that it could achieve then we were going to stay dependant and work harder for Him in return for nothing or less.”

Lucifer sat down on the other side of the table, reaching his hand across so that they could thread their fingers together. “I get what you mean. It took a lot for me to be able to understand that not everything I did had to be perfect and people could understand that I was flawed without damaging my pride. It was hard to go from being under the rule of someone that said that they were perfect in every way and had planned out the entire universe within an inch of perfection to being the ruler of a land that was ungoverned when I arrived.”

Michael was surprised that his lover was speaking about the Fall. They had talked about it a little bit, mostly just in reference to the love that they had shared before it had happened and the betrayal that Michael had felt about not having his partner by his side anymore. No one in Heaven had spoken about the Fall outside of warning each other that if they kept up with bad behavior then they would end up like the Morningstar. It had made him so angry to hear about the slander for his lover in the beginning, convinced that Lucifer had simply pushed the rules and was being punished for it like Michael had in the past. The longer that time went on, though, the more he began to think that perhaps Lucifer had left without telling anyone, including his lover, simply because he was selfish and bored. That was before he had realized what a cruel and uncaring parent God was, before he had begun to rebel himself, and long before he had fallen and reunited with his lover.

“The things we do don’t have to be perfect, we just have to try our best,” Michael said. It was something that he and Lucifer repeated often to each other, trying to deprogram the other from the things that they were taught while they were in Heaven. Michael wasn’t quite sure what Lilith had done when she was married to Lucifer, but it was clear that she hadn’t put in nearly the effort that Michael was when it came to helping Lucifer out of his depressive episodes and anxiety spirals.

“I tried my best for this party and that means that it’s going to be good,” Lucifer nodded. His red cheeks flushed even darker when the door opened and he realized that they were still holding hands. Their relationship wasn’t a secret, but they had kept it on the down-low since neither of them wanted to deal with the tabloids and news programs speculating on something that they knew nothing about.

Charlie was the person that was entering the room, the door staying open long enough so that the servants that had been assisting with set up could leave. She beamed at her father and his partner, nearly skipping across the floor and over to the table. “Hey, Dad! I was just coming by to see how everything was going.”

Michael turned and watched his partner interact with the princess of Hell. Lucifer’s smile widened when he got to the table, his eyes softening with true excitement and love. He stood and took her hand as he began to gesticulate with the other one, “We’ve got the decorations finished, so the only thing that we’re waiting for is guests and the girl of honor to actually get dressed.”

She giggled when he poked her cheek, something that he had likely been doing since she was very small. She hugged him, “Thank you for doing all of this for me, Dad. I always dreamed of getting something like this. Mom used to talk about the formal events that you held with the rest of the Sins and Overlords.”

“Things like this were far more common back when the mortals held balls and gatherings. It was important to us to make sure that they felt welcome since they were going to be controlling some of the land that we were connected to, but it was also fun. It’s been a long time since we’ve had something like this and I think that it’s time we bring it back. What better cause to bring it back for than my darling girl?” Lucifer beamed.

She blushed and shuffled her feet shyly, as if she wasn’t used to her father constantly telling her how much he loved her and how proud she made him. “I’m going to go get ready if you don’t need my help,” she said. She seemed to both want to stay in the situation and get out of it, something that Michael related to a lot since he had become so close to Lucifer.

“Remember to let me see you before you go in to the ballroom, I don’t want to cry in front of too many people,” Lucifer teased as he shooed her away. Charlie laughed as she went, hurrying on her way. When she got to the door, she turned and gave them another chipper wave before they were left alone again.

Lucifer let out a little sigh when the door clicked shut and then turned to his partner. “I know that she’s already been acting like she’s an adult for years at this point, but I feel like I’m giving her into the world already,” he ran a hand through his hair.

Michael moved to his side, brushing the cowlick he had disturbed back down into the place where it belonged. “You kind of are. That’s the whole point of having a debut ball,” he shrugged. “I never spent a lot of time in the places on Earth where they were common, but Heaven took the idea and used it for when the angels had finished getting their training. It’s been hard for me to remember that things will stay the same between us and her when this is all over, I keep thinking that she’s going to go to whatever job God has assigned her and then we’ll never see her again.”

“Did that happen with a lot of the angels that you were training?” Lucifer asked. He reached down and took his partner’s hand, threading their fingers together so that he could lead Michael through the palace. They walked through the mostly empty halls all the way to the bedroom, chatting with each other about what had happened in Heaven and how they were both dealing with it. It was nice to be able to get those things off of his chest, especially when he knew that the memory of that conversation was going to live within someone that he cherished so deeply.

They were also changing their clothing so that they could go and greet the guests that were coming to honor Charlie. Lucifer was in a dark black and red suit, the laps and vest that he was wearing the same brocade fabric that was interlaced with the pattern of embroidered golden roses. His crown shown brightly on his head, the serpent wrapped around the branch of a tree that had leaves and the buds of apples poking out of his near-white hair. His wings were out as well, large feathered appendages that had turned from the white and blue pastels to a deep golden and red.

Michael himself wore something that was far more subdued than his partner, though it was still fancy enough that he wouldn’t get mistaken for a member of the staff despite him looking nothing like an imp. He had chosen a midnight blue color with accents in the same blood red as his partner, the pocket square made of the same fabric as Lucifer’s vest. On his hip was the sword that he had fallen with when he tumbled from heaven, his handprint carved into the hilt of the weapon.

“Are we ready for this?” Michael asked, wrapping his arms around his partner’s waist.

Lucifer hummed happily and turned so that he could get another kiss. “It’s not about us, it’s about Charlie. I wish that Lilith could be here to see something so important in her daughter’s life, though. Charlie loves her mother so much and I know it would mean the world to her for Lilith to be present tonight,” he pouted.

The fallen angel felt something feral and angry pop up inside of him. He had been standing beside the High Seraphim when the alleged Queen of Hell had arrived at the Pearly Gates, a contract in hand and a sly idea on her manipulative lips. She had promised her citizens that she loved them and lifted them with her siren song, only to damn them all to an undeath at the hands of angelic steal. He, of course, knew that it would simply wipe their memories, have them retried based on the actions they had done while staying in Hell, and some had even been permitted into Heaven. Lilith hadn’t know that, though, she had been under the impression that it killed sinners and disbanded their souls, dooming them to nothingness.

“I’m glad that she’s not here. She’d make the entire thing about her when it’s supposed to be about Charlie,” Michael argued.

“Weren’t you just doing the same thing, my love?” Lucifer raised a single brow at his partner. It was hard to get his feelings across when it came to his ex-wife, Michael knew that. He didn’t understand what their relationship had been like before he arrived but he knew that Lucifer had loved her very dearly, so he tried not to speak ill of the First Woman very often.

“I was asking if we were ready to see her spread her wings so officially in the privacy of our own bedroom. I wasn’t prancing around the ballroom while gloating about how wonderful of a mother I was the way that she would,” he grumbled. He took a step back from Lucifer and then took a deep breath to settle that monstrous party of him back down where it belonged. “It doesn’t matter though, because she’s not here and we are. It’s our job to make sure that Charlie feels special and well taken care of in her place, right?”

“Right,” Lucifer nodded. That broken part of him had come back up at the mention of Lilith and Michael wanted to kiss it away. He settled for offering his arm out to Lucifer, the one on the other side of his sword and scabbard.

The king smiled softly at him and then took the offered appendage so that they could head back through those long hallways and empty rooms to the ballroom they had prepared for Charlie. The servants had finished with the food and all the plants had new water in the vases and bowls that they were sitting in, making them perk up. “I think that this is going to go swimmingly,” Lucifer said confidently.

When Michael had first arrived in Hell, after he had recovered from the lack of wings and the injuries that he had sustained when he fell, he had realized how much Lucifer had changed. He had always been bright eyed and excited when it came to the ideas that he dreamed up while not working, but something inside of him had dimmed so much in the time that they had spent apart. Michael had made it his goal to try and bring that light back by encouraging Lucifer that his dreams would work and even if they didn’t, it didn’t reflect anything back on him like Heaven had said it was. Pride swelled in his chest as he realized that he had already helped his partner so much in the smallest of ways.

He felt giddy on the sin that he would have been punished for feeling if he were in Heaven as he walked the room with Lucifer. They stopped when the door opened and Charlie bounced over to them. She had also been doing a lot better now that she had gotten out of an unsupportive relationship and her father was encouraging her dreams concerning the hotel that she was running to try and redeem sinners. He could see the light and joy on her face as her rosy cheeks were left natural, not hidden behind the makeup that so many people had suggested.

She was wearing a dark violet gown, the color complimenting the pale blond of her hair that was done in a series of elaborate crown braids. Her tiara was perched behind the braids, accentuating her status as a princess and drawing attention to the fact that the party was for her. The gown brushed the floor when she shifted, a full skirt that extended from where the bodice ended at her natural waistline. The bodice itself was corset laced in the front with little pink rosettes with every cross. The sleeves were tight to her arm until mid forearm, where they flared out into lacy puffs that trailed all the way down to her wrists.

“You look absolutely wonderful, my dear!” Lucifer beamed when he saw her. “I know that you’ve been grown for quite some time, but this is really accentuating that point for me.”

“Dad,” Charlie rolled her eyes the way that all children did when their parents were being overbearing. Still, she stepped forward and then wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you for helping me make the societal transition into being an adult. It’s nice to have a moment that actually confirms the way that I’ve been feeling for a while. Like a physical change, I guess.”

“I understand. That’s the entire point of these kinds of things,” Lucifer smiled back. His eyes were already watering, so they both separated and then began to fuss around the room while they waited for the arrival of their guests.

It didn’t take long for the grand doors to open and a servant to announce the arrival of the people they had invited. Several of them were powerful Overlords, a court of Sinners within the hierarchy of Hell. The Sins were all also in attendance since one day Charlie would be taking over Lucifer’s ring, leaving him as the King of Hell and nothing more. She might one day also take over the kingdom, but it was unlikely that Lucifer would ever step down from that position and retire officially. The last people to arrive were the hoards of Goetia, all of them peacocking around the room while chatting loudly with one another.

Michael felt awkward standing near his partner while observing all of the people. Each of the groups acted so differently than the ones in Heaven and even each other. The Overlords were staring at each other and some of them were even having arguments, so it was clear that this was a way for them to garner more power from each other rather than just a party. The Goetia were using it as a way to show off their wealth and try to marry their children to each other. The Sins seemed to just enjoy being near each other and getting to talk with some of their friends.

He was relieved when Lucifer kept checking behind him to make sure that Michael was nearby. With the massive size of the ballroom, he had expected it to look as though there were only a couple of people, making it easier to walk around and not get lost. He had been proven wrong, since there was apparently a lot more noble-adjacent beings in Hell than there had been in Heaven. Lucifer was doing a good job keeping them together, likely because his lover knew the protective way that Michael would almost hunt him down when he felt like something might go wrong.

They talked with guests and made sure that everyone was getting along. It was easy with the Sins and Goetia because they knew to behave themselves in front of their king. The Goetia were powerful demons, but they were still Hellborn and could still be killed. The Sins knew that if they didn’t listen to Lucifer then they would have their power stripped from him because while he shared a title with them, he had extra ones to back up the massive swaths of magic he could control.

Eventually they made it over to some of the overlords that appeared to be arguing with each other. Lucifer and Michael stopped a few yards away from the trio as they listened to what was going on. There was a very tall man with a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak, colored in black and vibrant green. Next to him was a woman with long white hair that was wrapped around her waist as she talked emphatically with her oversized hands. She was wearing a black gown that matched the man next to her, making it appear as though they were a couple. The third person was a tall overlord with wolf features, colored bright pink and green.

“I just don’t understand why we have to come to these things looking different than we would if we were out and about! I have shit to do after this and I don’t want people pointing and laughing at me because a big girl is in a teeny tiny ballgown,” the wolf Overlord said, flipping her neon hair over her shoulder dramatically.

“I know that you are rather new to this scene, being an Overlord that died in the current millenia, but there are a way that these things are done,” the Overlord with long white hair said. “I was born in the 1800s and poor, but I still know what a dress code is.”

“Zeze, we do not mean any offense, we are simply trying to make sure that the royals understand the power and respect that we as Overlords are just as powerful as them and thus should be respected. Dost thou think that thou is not worthy of respect?” the tallest of the Overlords asked.

Lucifer then stepped in before things could get more messy. “It’s wonderful to see the three of you again this evening. Zestial, Miss Carmine, I adore the look that you’re both going for and I assure you that I can handle the situation from here on out.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Miss Carmine said as she gave a curtsy to the king. They both walked towards the dancefloor, their hands interlinked and their voices meant for only each other.

Michael wondered if one day he and Lucifer would be like them, a couple that held more power than most humans could fathom but entirely wrapped up within each other. It was something he wanted more than he realized as the thought sank lower and lower inside of his body. It felt like it was consuming him, the idea of being able to grow old with the man that he had loved since they were created from the same tiny burst of stardust and told to keep track of each other.

His partner had turned entirely to face the Overlord that had been fighting with the other two. She was quite a bit taller than Lucifer and about three times as broad. Despite the fact that Michael knew his partner was the strongest being in all of Hell, he still stepped a bit closer to Lucifer. The moment that the Overlord made a motion he didn’t like, she’d be pinned up against the wall with Michael’s sword against his neck. Lucifer may be able to defend himself, but someone that beautiful and charming shouldn’t have to do any dirty work when someone as loyal and steadfast as Michael could do it for him.

“I believe that I did issue a dress code on the invitations that I sent out, Zeze,” Lucifer commented.

“Like I said before, I have shit to do after this,” she huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

“Then I suggest that you get ahead on those things. Those that do not fit the dress code are insulting the validity of this ball as the debut into society for my daughter and are thus not welcome,” Lucifer said, holding one of his hands out to the side of his body in the general direction of the grand entrance to the ballroom.

“Listen here you classist little freak,” Zeze growled as she stuck her furry paw out towards him, claws extended long and sharp.

Before she had a chance to advance on the king even a little bit more, Michael had already switched their places and his hand was grasping the hilt of his sword. “I would suggest that you back down and listen to your king, wolf,” he snarled. He hadn’t felt that protective over someone since he had found Lucifer in the Garden and Sera had almost gotten him in trouble for it. His king may have been able to protect himself better than anyone else would have, but Michael was made for one purpose only and that purpose was to make sure that Lucifer was happy.

“Fucking guard dog, insufferable,” Zeze muttered under her breath. She held herself closely to try and make it so that she was a smaller target to the eyes of the populous as she made her way out of the building.

He might have been upset about the nickname if it had come at a different time, but no he liked it. The idea that he was there beside Lucifer to protect him as a dog made him feel entirely whole. He had felt rather purposeless when he was had fallen from Heaven and then threw himself into trying to find something for him to do. It had given him a strange kind of purpose to find a task to do each day, but this was much better. This was fulfilling on a level close to his soul. It gave him purpose for more than just a day, more than a simple job to occupy his time.

This was something that he was going to cling to with sharp teeth and claws.

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