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“...and any footage showing someone acting in your defense should work just as well!” Alastor concluded.
“That’s right! There could be a few clips in there with Bee and Ozzie, and of course my Knight in Shining Armor,” Lucifer teased, grinning, gently elbowing Alastor in the ribs.
“And,” Charlie added, enthused flanking one side of the pair, “I’m sure there’s some footage of Mom in there, fighting back for you! We should include that!”
Lucifer’s grin turned into a grimace, and he laughed awkwardly. The sins alternatively tensed or sucked their teeth.
The king continued. “Sure, honey. We’ll use any of that kind of footage we find.”
“Anyway!” Lucifer resumed, smiling at Baxter to one side and Alastor to another, his heart beating a little faster at the excitement after hearing the Radio Demon’s plan. “That sounds like…like it could really help!”
Alastor’s smile grew with pride. “I certainly hope so. Care to retire to our abode and work on it there?”
Lucifer clapped his hands together. “Perfect! Al and I will review the raw footage at home, and then–”
“Wait,” said Charlie. “What about this folder?”
The Princess reached over and touched an icon on the screen, the one reading “Extra_Fucked_Up_Shit_Final_v13[PayPerViewOnly].”
Lucifer reached over to stop her, but as she tapped the icon–unaware that the laptop had a touch screen–it opened the video file.
The King was stunned for a moment as the screen showed a scene he had hoped he’d never have to remember. The laptop showed an angelic chain descending from the top of the screen, attached to a cuff on the tiny angel’s wrist. More chains wrapped around his body, keeping his exposed wings and other arm uselessly pinned against him as he kicked and whipped his tail around, huffing and groaning. Four angelic arrows pierced his body; one in his gut, two in his chest, and one in his neck.
There was hardly an inch of him that wasn’t covered in blood. A steady stream flowed from his body, a pillar collecting as it ran down his legs and feet to the ground.
In the present day, Lucifer scrambled for a button to turn it off. Alastor reached over and grabbed the top of the laptop to close it so no one could see it continue.
However, the noises of agony didn’t cease, and turned to screaming.
Murmurs of “What the fuck?” and “Oh, shit” rose from the sins, chairs scratching the floor as some started to stand. Lucifer frantically re-opened the laptop and tapped on the “X” on the corner of the screen, missing several times as he, Alastor, Baxter and Charlie all saw the next clip, their jaws open in stunned silence.
The clip didn’t show much of the King except part of his black arms and his head as a sinner pinned his wrists down to the ground, with Lucifer on his back, mostly obscured by a hulking sinner covering his body, with hands on his neck.
Finally, Lucifer closed the media player, letting out a harsh huff.
“Dad…” Charlie said softly, reaching over to touch Lucifer’s shoulder. “Dad, that looked terrible. Oh my God, I–I’m so sorry!”
The King swallowed and shook, then abruptly blurted out toward the sins: “Sorry–Sorry. You aren’t meant to see that. Or hear that. I don’t want anyone to see that. I have to go–”
He raised a hand to teleport, red and gold magic sparkling around his head, but stopping short and dissipating. He inhaled loudly as his eyes rolled back, and he started to fall backwards.
But he only fell a little, as Alastor’s attention was fully on him. The Radio Demon caught his paramour in his arms, one behind the king’s back and another reaching over to hold him from the front, moving the king to rest against his chest. Lucifer panted and shook, barely hanging onto consciousness.
Alastor looked out into the shocked room.
“We’ll be in touch,” he said in a polite cadence but with an unstoppable slight growl as shadows engulfed the both of them.