apples of hell

OH,    SHE’D   FORGOTTEN   TO   CLEAN   HER   TEETH !       well,    she   hadn’t   forgotten   to.     she   just   rarely   ever   does.           a   fact   she’s   sure   would   bring   her   father   great   disgust.       quickly,   as   if   to   save   face,    she   picks   some   meat   from   her   teeth   &   flicks   it   to   the   floor.     ALL   TENSION   IS   EASED   by   her   father’s   frame   nestling   into   her    own.      ( charlotte   instinctively   snuggles   in   a   bit   closer. )    she   draws   her   hellphone   from   the   pocket   of   a   freshly   pressed   coat   &   pulls   up   a   few   pictures.      a   demon   without   it’s   head,    some   selfies   of   her   grinning   wildly   beside   it.      the   princess   gives   a   little    PURR   of   contentment.         ❛  see !    bit   his   head   clean   off !     pretty   impressive,   huh ? ❜

SNUGGLING, TWO PEAS IN A POD, THEY EYE THE PRETTILY GROTESQUE CORPSES HIS DAUGHTER LEFT BEHIND. He roistered out a proud laugh, eyes gleaming.  ❝ Oh, show me that one again! ❞ He interferes, and swipes it back to the previous picture.  ❝ Impressive indeed. But honey, tell me, what did you do to the head after? What did I tell you? Slurping too much brain is no good for you! ❞ He laughed lightly, and removed himself from her vicinity to gaze at her, proudly, happily still.

Would have given a merry little chuckle at the thought, were he not smart enough to know it wasn’t a good idea to laugh AT Lucifer, rather than with him.

“ Is that your read on me? Some mustache twirling villain, tying your lovely daughter to the railroad tracks? I’m fairly certain I’d need something MUCH more impressive than her safety in my hands if I wanted to take you on – and HER, for that matter. I’m no fool. I know her letting me in that charming little hotel of hers doesn’t mean I’ve got any sort of power over her. ”

He shrugged.

“ I’m here for perspective. I like to have a full picture of a situation before I step into it, and I can’t get all that from Charlie. You have ‘ eyes and ears ’ trained on the Happy Hotel, which tells me you are not entirely apathetic to its existence and any possible future developments that might spring from it. Tell me your angle. If you really thought the whole thing was a dud, it wouldn’t exist. She’s a spirited girl, but she’s not stronger in influence or power than you. Can’t imagine you’d tolerate this level of public scorn towards your only daughter without reason. ”

A SASSY ONE, THIS ONE, WASN’T IT? HE WAS HOPEFULLY AWARE THAT TALKING HIS DAUGHTER MEANT TALKING SERIOUS BUSINESS. Lucifer folded his arms behind his back, smiling idly as he listened to the Radio demon’s explanation patiently, hearing out every word and the small facets of them. 

❝ Oh, why, yes I would. ❞ he hummed bluntly,  ❝ I kept telling her over and over, ‘Honey, this is a stupid idea and you’re going to make a laughing stock out of yourself!’, and yet. Yet she wanted to pull through with her plan. Admirable, isn’t it? Now. ❞ Another pause, for effect, the other would surely understand, and he headed towards the portray of their family, gazing at his daughter, his back turned towards Alastor. He feared no attack from his side. 

❝ If you would have ever raised a child of your own, you would know that this was the moment that I had to let her go and run right into her own experiences. Ridiculous or not, she is going to have to be a ruler, and it might have been my wife’s influence that I decided to let her fare and see. It isn’t the ridicule that I am afraid of. We don’t care about the opinions of lowlifes that much. Alas. Why do you think that cleanse sweet Charlie hates so much is happening once a year, Alastor? ❞ His head turned around, nearly to a 180, and his body slowly followed after, still relaxed, his eyes focused on the demon. 

“Wrong that still goes down. It’s your age, but glad to know your mind went straight to your wife.” He says leaning against the bar counter his claws tapping on the bottle. “Are you not good at riddles?”

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MUSIC!! SUCH PLEASURE!! NEARLY DIVI-----

Divine it would have been, had it not been for the puddles of blood and guts squished under their heels as they moved in a happy little circle together. Ah, not very coordinated, the both of them, Lucifer taking the lead even though he was much smaller, twirling and pulling and tugging the other around as though he was his plaything. 

Perhaps he was, since the King himself had not touched a single one of the bodies that had been destroyed around them. Glorious. Dangerous. Yet, yet the deer did not see himself as a rival. But not a henchman, either. He had to watch out if he did not want to be sucked into those crimson orbs and become leftovers between his teeth if he weighed himself in security. 

THIS   DRAWS   A   LITTLE   LAUGH   FROM   THE   HELL   BEAST.       her   father’s   fingers   squishing   her   cheeks,    as   if   she   were   small   again !        &   when   he   asks   her   to   bare   those   wretched   teeth,      she   obliges   in   earnest.       charlotte’s   maw   opens   wide   to   display   large   fangs,    between   which   lie   chunks   of   meat   &   tiny   bones.       after   a   moment,     her   jaw   closes   with   a   CLICK.             ❛  i   can !     i   did   that   last   week !     i   took   some   PICTURES,    if   you   wanna   see ! ❜  

AH, SHE WAS ADORABLE. BUT A HANDFUL, ANYWAY.  ❝ Now. What did I tell you? You can bite off what you can chew, but we clean our teeth after! ❞ He tutted, but then the mention of pictures succesfully distracted him. 

A bubbling under her skin, in her blood. Her eyes watching him closely, feeling his fingers continue to run through her locks.

Truthfully? She braced herself. Just waiting. Waiting for him to strike again. Even as he tried to coo her into comfort; faux concern!

And then there it was. The small tug at her hair. It’s all it took was to finally tip that growing anger within her. King or not. Her fingers curled, feeling her nails sharpen as teeth followed, finally turning to the head honcho himself with eyes that match that of his serpent history. “FUCKIN’ QUIT PULLIN’ MY HAIR!”

LUCIFER CAN FEEL THE HEAT IN HER, EVEN BEFORE SHE’S SET OFF. He cackles, and leans back, still relaxed even in the face of her wrath. He likes to see it mirrored in her eyes, if anything. It’s the true visage of every demon. Suppressing anger was something so very human like. 

❝ Alright. ❞ he hums, and pulls back his hand, assuming that the small moment of shared comfort they had gone through together beforehand had faded as soon as he had crossed the line. But it had been worth it. 

This had to be some sort of trap or some shit.  Shit was way to suspicious.  Hesitantly, Angel opened his mouth, allowing the apple to scrape the tiniest bit against his teeth.

EXPECTANT, HE LEANS IN TO SEE IF HE WOULD TAKE AN ENTIRE BITE. Wouldn’t it be sweet to see the arachnid go mad?

applcsofhell replied to your post: ❝ Charlotte. Why doesn’t Stolas breed in the rain?…

Pause. Only brief, he loves to hear her chortle like that. ❝ What did parietal say to frontal? “I lobe you.” . ❞

  ❛ BAHHH    —   HAHAHA !       DAD,    DAD,    seriously,   stop,    i’m   gonna   choke !  ❜        her   hand   desperately   clutches   his   shoulder   for   some   sort   of   stability,    the   cage   of   her   chest   aching   with   laughter.          ❛  guess what,    guess   what !                       i    lobe   you.                                                                                BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! ❜  

HE COOS, AND REACHES TO GRAB BOTH HER CHEEKS, SQUISHING. She would always be his favorite little angel, especially if they were joking like that.  ❝ I lobe you, too. ❞

( as soon as I see an active blitzy I’m making a stolas side blog specifally to bother them )