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@voodoodaaddy & @themosthatedbeingg // Continuation from this

"Really? I was only gone for seven hours..." At least it wasn't another seven years. "Well, time flew between appointments... Wait a minute, he's your husband too. Why are you letting him cry?"

He wants cuddles from his wife and husband now plz !!

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Laughter was really the only answer to this situation. She hands Alastor a shopping bag before grabbing his hand and then picks up Lucifer with her free arm. "Let's retire to our bedroom. I have bought the cutest baby clothes you need to see."

Two can play it that game!

" LICK MY TITS, BITCH!"

Lucifer knew the both of them preferred to handle their own battles, often breaking into squabbles and spats thoughout, well, all of the time spent between the three of them for hundreds of thousands of years! So, he stood aside in these situations, unless prompted otherwise.

He didn't want to see it as entertainment but boy was it a spectacle regardless of that fact. And yet, somehow he wanted to pour more gasoline on the fire. Adam had been being a jackass all day!

Typical, sure but he deserved to be jostled after thinking his shit talking about Lilith would go unnoticed.

"Maybe you'll finally learn not to go bragging about tiddies that you had no business talking about, hm?!" oh, it was deliciously obscure and obscene all at the same time, just enough ammunition to spark things further.

Lilith might have marveled at Adam's remarkable agility, especially given his ex-angel status and retired physique. Yet, all such thoughts vanished as she became acutely aware of the drool trailing down her arm.

Her body visibly tenses as she wipes the drool with the used handkerchief. Dark tendrils lash out beneath the Queen of Hell, shooting toward her ex-husband with relentless intent of shoving this handkerchief down his throat.

"You were talking about my tiddies as well? Focus on your own first!"

Very short but so emotional 😭

A genuine smile spreads across her lips as she closely observes Alastor's reaction to the faint stirrings of the life growing within her. "Not yet," she murmurs softly, leaning in for the kiss.

"I've found you first. Plus, I'm not too sure where Luci wandered off to... Have you seen him?"

He hummed to himself as he threw the jester into the dark pitt of Clown hell and was putting his magical wards back in place , feeding off of their clown energy as he did so.

“There we go .. have fun in that not so digital circus ~”

"You know there can only be one top clown in this town," Lilith chimes in with an amused smile. She wasn't quite sure when this development started. However, she had always found it entertaining, especially if there was a clown-off before their eventual imprisonment.

"One clown to rule them all," she added as they reached the stairwell leading to the basement. "Lulu~" Lilith's voice echos down the stairs, amplifying as it travels downward. "I have a surprise for you~"

Lilith should be very aware of Husk so there was no need to get into it and he doubted Charlie would like the story of how Husk became attached to Alastor.

"She has a penchant for bad boys, you see, and, well, she caught me in one of my finer moments and has been by my side ever since! I have to admit I've grown quite fond of the little darling," he said, setting aside a paper in a stack near Lilith.

"Wait— what?? Husk was an overlord?!?" Charlie blinked, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Mmm, yes. And now he's a bartender," Alastor said quite simply as he looked over another piece of paper.

Lilac-hues raised ever-so-slightly away from the paperwork, settling on Alastor with a gaze that balanced curiosity and intrigue. Charlie didn’t know? She had half-expected her daughter to possess an intimate understanding of these individuals, yet it seemed her knowledge barely scratched the surface.

She doubted that the Radio Demon would provide such information without a cost. Yet, out of due respect for their past partnership, Lilith indulged in ignorance. “Briefly,” she replied. “We’ve crossed paths during the annual Overlords’ meetings. Honestly, it was nothing more than a networking event—an opportunity for the palace to stay informed about the key players in the city.”

Wisps of shadows slowly emerge by Lilith’s side of the pile of paperwork, picking up the paper one by one and holding it in front of the Queen. With a swift glance, she assessed each page, prompting the wisp to gracefully sort it into the appropriate pile.

“Shall I find you an administrative assistant, darling? They can take care of such matters, and under the palace’s agreement, confidentiality is guaranteed."

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ⵜ𖤐⋆₊⸻ "So....how about that last concert?" the pause inbetween only serves to give rise to unintended yet unavoidable tension as the empty silence lingers uncomfortably for a bit too long.

"Word going around is, it was uh... quite a doozy...." A light chuckle falters to obvious anxiety over the matter at hand.

"...they're calling it a rally?"

"Some have gone so far as to refer to these little gatherings as a 'rebellious call to a worthy cause'?!" An eyebrow lifts high, in question and partial disbelief. He's been gesturing with his cane as he speaks, pulling it in closer now and gripping it tightly with both hands.

"Lils, you know we can't just do that, Twilight Turtledove, please, darling, there's a treaty in place. I mean—" he clutches at his chest and wheezes, a bit frantic. "I'm the first fella in line looking to rebel in most cases, that much should be a given, but we made a deal, a pact, ya know? And well, there's a lot more at stake these days, what about our daughter's safety? Did you at any point stop to...... no, no no. NOOO, nope, you know what... of course you did... you must have." He shakes his head a hand raised to press against his forehead, thoughts swimming, but if there was one thing his faith wouldn't be shaken on, it was his wife's love for thier daughter.

Well… isn't this intriguing? 

Excitement danced across her skin at the news—her message had finally resonated with the Sinners of Hell. She expected to hear such a report from her team but was caught off guard hearing it from her husband. He had made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with them.

But... had her message finally reached him?

Lilac-hued eyes flickered to the mirror’s reflection, seeking his gaze, only for the faint glimmer of hope to vanish. How foolish of her to entertain such a notion.

With a heavy sigh, she let him carry on with his argument, returning her attention to the task at hand as she finished preparing for this evening’s concert. However, with each passing word, annoyance burrowed deeper into her until— SLAM! 

Her hands struck the dressing table, the sharp sound echoing in the space between them. “Of course I did,” she hissed as she whirled around to glare at him. “Charlotte’s safety is my highest priority. I will do whatever it takes to protect her—guarantee her safety and freedom. Don’t you dare imply otherwise.”

"We agreed not to interfere with Extermination Day, but there was no stipulation against preparing our—" she faltered, her expression briefly tightening before correcting herself, "my people before hand. A little encouragement isn't harmful."