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Well, things are getting better!
A WHOLE lot better. Honestly, Lucifer didn't know what the heck happened while he was stuck in that weird, scary box with wires digging into every direction of his body, but it seemed like Heaven and Hell were actually at peace now! Wow! It's almost unbelievable.
Sure, he was used to power Vox's weapon of mass destruction which he DARED to call "The might of Lilith" like dude, get my wife's name out of your FUCKING MOUTH. But hey! Everything's lookin brighter than ever! Especially for Charlie.
Alot of sinners have been checking into the hotel, now that there was finally proof of redemption with the snake sinner showing everyone he was up there with the angels, and the whole 'Heaven and Hell peace' thing. All because of his precious Char-Char.
Lucifer is so proud of her. Hopefully she isn't still mad at him for threatening Vox before. Fuck, he really hopes so. Please don't be mad at him still. Please don't give up on him, please.
Anyway! Lucifer simply adjusted the collar of his suit jacket as he stepped into the hotel lobby,
Oh dear, there are a LOT of you. Hell-
He tried to introduce himself before immediately getting bumped into by a passing sinner. Ahahaha! That's- uh, that's okay! It's been happening alot, really, but it's fine! Probably was just an accident! Haha! Ha....
Though if he had to be honest, everyone hasn't exactly been... Respectful to him much anymore. Especially after Vox outed his curse of not being able to harm sinners back when Lucifer tried to threaten him. Ever since then he hasn't really been seen as high and mighty anymore. In fact, some of them kind of treat him like shit, knowing he can't lay a finger on them.
Maybe Adam was right. He really is the most hated being of all creation....
Lucifer just let out a resigned sigh as he tapped the apple on his cane awkwardly. He honestly had no idea what to do now. He had no idea if Charlie still hated him, he got out of a literal machine, and all the sinners no longer have even an ounce of respect for him.
He smiled awkwardly at all the sinners crowding in the hotel lobby — if anyone was even looking at him — before instantly going to a quieter part of the hotel. There were still some sinners but at least he wasn't fully surrounded anymore.
It really was the same, wasn't it? Everything's changed, and yet its like as if time stood still. He is still depressed mostly hiding in his room making rubber ducks. He is able to see Charlie more now but she is mostly busy with her now full of sinners hotel. He can't even help her without feeling overwhelmed by all the demons. He is just a screw up, isn't he?
"Ugh... Fuck."
A shadowy figure slithers over to him across the floor rising up to reveal the man he wants to see the least of all.
"Why hello there sire, you look downright awful today!"
Ugh this guy, really? Did he come to rub salt in the wound of an already miserable day?
Lucifer clutches a rubber duck to his chest. His golden eyes narrow at the familiar voice, but there's an undeniable flicker of something irritation? Fluster?
"Alastor." He says flatly, though the way he practically chokes on the name betrays him. "What in Hell do you want now?"
"You seem a bit whoozy sire, had to make sure you wouldn't just fall right down and make more of a fool of yourself than you already are"
Lucifer bristles at the word 'fool' and takes an almost imperceptible but defensive step forward. He narrows his eyes, his tone sharp and dangerous.
"Watch your tongue, Alastor," he snaps, wings appearing and twitching. His normally confident veneer cracks a bit. "Don't overstep just because I'm..."
He cuts himself off, jaw setting hard. He's not about to admit that he's anything but fine.
"I'm perfectly f—I'm normal.," he corrects himself. His pride doesn't allow for weakness.
"Normal? he cackles "You? NORMAL? Oh sire you are HILARIOUS"
Lucifer's eye twitches at Alastor's laughter. He wants nothing more than to wipe that smirk right off his smug, insufferable face.
But he can't... He can't. All he can do is grit his teeth and clench his fists, trying to maintain some semblance of composure in the face of this aggravating bastard that he finds himself drawn to so helplessly. It's infuriating. So, SO infuriating.
"Ugh, shut it," he growls, grip tightening around the rubber duck even more, knuckles white.
"And you still carry around those silly yellow creatures. Could you possibly pull off a more ridiculous display?"