Class fight
“Dad- Dad i think the pancakes are burning”
Oh shit, they definitely were.
Smoke spread across the room like the after math of a firework. Lucifer quickly moved the very charred pancakes off of the stove and with a snap of his fingers the room was once again clean of smoke.
Burning pancakes were no match for the king of hell. But apparently spacing out was.
It was really getting out of hand. Sleep last night, or rather lack of thereof has left the king a little spacey. He almost forgot it was his turn to make breakfast. Having no clue how many people were actually going to show up, Lucifer played it safe and just made a shit ton of pancakes.
Residents slowly started to enter the kitchen, grabbing a plate, and going to the dining room. Only a few of the sinners even talked to Lucifer, only one complimented the food but it was not..appropriate.
Lucifer stood at the sink, cleaning off the pan and bowl that he used to make breakfast, humming a tune to himself. He went to reach for a paper towel when something appeared right in front of him.
“HOLYFUCK-” Lucifer practically jumped out of his skin.
“Clam yourself, sire. I assure you I come in peace.” Alastor said through a toothy smile, taking a turn for the fridge past Lucifer.
“What are you doing here- the pancakes are over there” The angel gestured towards the counter, the other soul didnt even bat an eye.
“I prefer to make my own breakfast, thank you very much.” Smirked Alastor, very clearly aware that he was being an instigator.
“What, you think I poisoned it or something???” Lucifer turned to face the demon, “As much as I hate you, Charlie would figure out it was me.”
“Well, sire, I have no idea what you're capable of. Especially after all you assaulted me yesterday.” he said while digging in the fridge.
“Says you, don't you like, eat people? And you’re fine stop being such a wuss.” Lucifer dismissed him with an eye roll. Turning back to the sink and finishing the task at hand. In the corner of his eye he noticed Alastor taking something from the fridge.
“Me? A wuss? Oh my, you make me laugh, your majesty. After all it is not I who was too scared to face his own daughter.” Now Alastor was fiddling with the coffee machine next to Lucifer. The angel took a few breaths to calm himself down, a reaction was what alastor was after. He wouldn't give him one.
“Alastor, don't take it out on me that you’re so lonely that you have to fight people to get any attention.”
The demon scoffed, “Lonely? Do I recall correctly that both your wife and daughter left you because you’re such a, well, a loser, quite frankly.”
“Either you shut the hell up or we take this outside.” Lucifer threatened. He knew he couldn't fight alastor right here, someone would step in.
“One would think a capable leader would be able to control his rage, don't you think?” Alastors smile widened as he tilted his head at a completely not natural angle.
“Listen here you little-” Lucifer surged forward and poked alastor in the chest.
He swears it was just a poke,
Literally not hard at all,
But for some reason the room filled with static at the moment of contact. Alastor stood completely still, resembling a deer in headlights. What the fuck???????
“uhhh....You good?”
Then the demon blinked twice and resumed his normal posture, but his mind controlled hair, maybe ears???? Was plastered to his head.
“I'm afraid I'll have to take this to-go.” He swiftly grabbed his gross meaty breakfast from the counter and teleported off.
Lucifer stood there bamboozled for a moment or two before the spider demon entered the kitchen, head peeking in.
“Where’d smiles go? Charlies lookin’ for him.” Angel took a long look around the room and then settled on lucifer.
“Smiles?-oh uh, I dunno he ran off.” he sighed, maybe another resident would have some helpful advice.
“I honestly don't know how you put up with him. Why is he being so sensitive???”
Angel very dramatically shushed him, “careful he hears everything with those huge fuckin ears.” He looked around as if Alastor might suddenly appear again.
“So they are ears-”
“Hell yeah, I mean how hot is that?” Angel leaned against the counter “I’ll tell ya, he don't mess with me, but shit, I wish he did.” He said seductively.
“Huh- wha- no wait start over.” The radio demon? Hot? There is no way he heard that right. I mean yeah, he wasn't completely bad looking but nothing notable. Angel stared at him with a confused look on his face, waiting for Lucifer to continue.
“Bud, you should get your eyes checked, he's a walking red flag- literally.”
“Eh, id hit. An’ id bet half of hell would too." Angel had a smug look on his face, one hand up to the side of his mouth as if it were a secret.
“ew.” Lucifer scooped up his plate and walked straight out of that kitchen.
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He was going to fucking kill Lucifer.
He was such a nuisance, couldn't he go five seconds without causing a problem? Apparently not because here alastor sat checking on his wound again.
The bigger problem, however, was the reaction he gave. No one could know the radio demon was hurt, and he needed to avoid all contact to avoid collapsing in front of all of hell.
Alastor came up with a plan:
The plan was just to keep stitching until it got better. What Alastor needed most was some dumb excuse to stay in his room for a few days.
After tomorrows ‘bonding activity’, he'd politely tell Charlie he'd be going out of town for a few days. Now he wouldn't actually, it's not like he had anywhere he could go. I mean he could always go to Cannibal town but he didn't feel like facing Rosie’s constant belittling. A few days resting should do the trick.
Speaking of rest, Alastor was feeling awfully tired. As the wound deteriorated, so did his powers. He could hardly teleport a few floors before needing a nap. So, that's what he did. Alastor took a quick cat nat in the chair in front of the fireplace.
By the time he awoke, it was the next morning. This was very unusual for him, usually he never slept, or took a 10 minute nap every now and then, but sleeping throughout the night? Unheard of.
Though it was a nice way to pass time.
By the time he cooked and ate breakfast it would be time for the bonding activity, then his ‘well earned sabbatical’.
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“Oooookayyyy!” Charlie clapped her hand together, “So today I thought we should practice feeling vulnerable. I know that this can sound super scary but I promise this will be fun!” She paused waiting for comments,
None came.
“Uhhh yeah ok so-” she pulled Vaggie up from the love seat she was sitting in to stand next to her, ”You and your partner..,” she held Vaggies hand and waved it around,”-are going to take turns giving each other compliments and then asking a question. As the game progresses your questions should get more personal. Of course there are some questions you just don't feel comfortable answering but try to push yourself today- actually just forget the questions, we’ll save that for another day,” she grinned and gestured for everyone to get up, “Now go on and find your partners, ill set a timer for 45 minutes and we’ll regroup at the end.”
Lucifer only really realized he was going to half to participate too. A peek around the room said that almost everyone had a partner.
“Charlie! Come on over here, let's be partners” Whew, dodged a bullet with that one. A conversation with his daughter is something he would pay to have.
Charlie came walking over, a clipboard and pen in hand.
“Dad don't be silly, this is about trusting people, i'm your daughter, how much more personal could that get?” Shit she had a point. “Also I'm not participating anyways, just supervising.” She tapped the pen to the clipboard as she pondered and looked around the room stopping at the staircase.
“Oh! Alastor! Literally perfect timing, you can pair up with my dad.” She said with a huge grin as if she hadn't seen them try to kill each other before.
“Oh- ummm kiddo- i dunno about that-”
“Come on dad, who knows! Maybe you have more in common than you think, I'll help you guys start out.” She waved alastor over, who looked a tad pissed but also composed?? I dont know it was a weird look. Charlie bent down to the height of the small coffee table as Alastor took the seat that was facing lucifer.
“Okay! Dad, what's something you like about alastor?”
“Uh what-” This was all happening way too fast, how did he end up here????
Charlie stared for a moment before realizing her father didn't have anything to say.
“Okayyy…that's fine, we can just start with alastor.” She turned to face the deer who looked a little shocked at the sudden spotlight. He quickly composed himself and rubbed his hand with his chin.
“Lets see, something good about the king of hell… well doesn't the title ‘king of hell’ entail that there is nothing good about you? I mean, you must have quite the personality to run actual hell” Alastor grinned, gazing right past Charlie and looking Lucifer straight in the eyes.
“Okay, no.” Charlie stood up to be taller than both men, “Say something actually nice or I'll force you guys to be partners all the time.” She glared at both of them.
So they just sat there in silence. He couldn't speak up because 1, he didn't have a good excuse to get out of this, and 2 he had nothing good to say about alastor.Nothing that wouldn’t be considered weird that is. all he had were intrusive thoughts: Nice eyes, cool voice, way too confident, and those ears were so interesting. In the rare chance that he and Alastor would become friends that would be the first thing he asks about. That and-
“I suppose his majesty is quite powerful. Power is something the world considers to be important.”
Lucifer's head stuck straight up. No- was- Was he talking to him? A compliment from alastor? Sure it could've been delivered a little better but wow, never expected that one.
And it was true, Lucifer was powerful as fuck and that was an understatement. The real question is why this sinner thinks he can match a fallen angel's power.Alstor looked increasingly uncomfortable as the silence drew on. Part of Lucifer just wanted to leave it, let him sit in embarrassment, but Charlie was looking at him, waiting for a response.
“Uh, thanks. I guess.”
“GREAT! That was so good you guys!!! See? Not so hard, now your turn dad.”
Shit.
“Uhh.”
A quick glance over alastor really wouldn't help him alot. He could say something genuine, but that bitch doesnt deserve it.
“ Your little ears things are cute, they make you look like bambi.”
Boy oh boy did that piss him off, the room filled with static as alastor gripped the arms of the sofa so hard they started to rip.
It was a cleverly disguised insult, to someone as prideful as alastor ‘cute’ was the worst it could get. Lucifer was 99% sure Alastor didn't understand the reference but that's okay, seems like he got the point. Lucifer rested his hand on his palm innocently waiting for a thank you, but it never came. Instead alastor stood up,
“Seems it's time for my leave! Not a moment to spare, I'll be out of town for the next few days.”
Before anyone could respond he disappeared into his shadow.
“Vacation?? He doesn't do shit around here," Lucifer huffed and muttered under his breath, “and a thank you would've been nice”
Charlie then turned her head to face her father, big glassy eyes staring back at him.
“See what I mean? I really do think something’s wrong dad, he doesn't normally act like this.”
Like a bitch? This is a wonderful opportunity to show charlie who alastor really is.
“Hon, I think this is just the way he is. Before this he was just putting on a show just to wow you and get into this hotel. Now that he's gotten what he wanted, why keep up with the act. It’s just what sinners do.” For some reason that did not make Charlie feel better, in fact, it made her angry.