First Woman

He had given Lucifer hell about it as well when the king showed up until Lucifer snapped shortly after the Vee incident that he didn’t know he was welcomed before she invited him and that he was afraid that invitation was rescinded when she got mad at him. Alastor had a cold heart, but that had gotten to him.

It wasn’t like he had ignored hundreds of calls from Charlie as Lilith had.

His ears perked ever so slightly at the clicking of her tongue, he raised an eyebrow at her word choice; “silacious”… Did she believe he and the king were involved…? Truthfully, they weren’t, sure, they grew close with Alastor insisting that Charlie wasn’t cutting Lucifer out and that she did want him around.

...They also did patch each other up…

But nothing further! A costume change was requested and done. The End...but the Queen didn’t need to know that.

“My...your husband…? You say that with such confidence. Confidence the King does not possess I believe last time he said he “thinks” he’s married.” He chuckled before humming. “Lu doesn’t mind that my desires for that is lower than average. He was rather grateful for the switch, stating that my chest was distracting.” He was fairly certain the king meant his scar, but still! He also made sure to use his nickname. “I assured you, I had no say in designing these outfits, funny you wish to place blame for such a non-issue. He liked his original dress just fine, just preferred mine, a simple switch, it’s rather uncouth you’re making such a big deal of it.”

Lilith wouldn't give the Sinner the satisfaction at how much that hurt. She wouldn't take it seriously...but it bothered her nonetheless. Had Lucifer's confidence in their marriage really crack in the short years she was gone?

The familiarity the Sinner had with Lucifer. It reminded her too much of Lucifer's bond with Frederick.

"And your smugness is short-lived. Lucifer," And she hated that the use of nicknames didn't feel as natural for her and Lucifer at the moment as it seemed for the Sinner. "Attracts ambition. You're not the first. The last one at least got a deal. A proper collar. And one of his golden fiddles. Perks of successfully summoning Lucifer while alive. Not something you'd know anything about though."

He could hear the distaste in her voice and turned to her with a smirk. “Apologies, your highness, I was not aware you were to grace us with your presence—especially considering you’re not a part of this campaign.” He responded cheerfully despite his words, giving her his full attention, which his audience took the chance to leave. “And of course there’s traces of love, more so around dear Charlie than anyone else, however, that wasn’t my argument. It was that this holiday isn’t actually a celebration for love, but rather a...forced performance.” He laughed before his look sharpened some. “I believe you’re familiar with those?” It was backhanded and he showed no signs of taking it back.

The deer flicked one of the tassels and smiled. “Why Niffty gives the ideas, the this Imp Lucifer hired draws them more properly, and my tailor brings them together. Teamwork as Charlie insisted. Of course this outfit wasn’t entirely designed for me. No, Lucifer liked my shirt and jacket more so we switched.”

From the talks with Charlie, which were mostly filled about the hotel because neither of them really could broach the topic of her disappearnce, she noted the changes. The allowing a once Morningstar property that used to be filled with portraits of family and close friends, to be full of those who resided.

"My darling daughter's dream is in full swing. She's leading the charge wonderfully, so like her father, I'm here to support."

She had plenty of practice keeping her face neutral despite the digs thrown at her. Adam's little girlfriend was very much not happy to be met with his first wife. The inclination didn't cause her to crack.

The fact that the outfit was partly Lucifer's did.

Her face went for a snarl but she held back just enough, but it was shown. She clicked her tongue and her eyes flickered in color.

“Ah yes, Valentine’s Day. The holiday bastardized beyond all recognition!” Alastor laughed. “The one meant to recognize martyr and clergyman Saint Valentine who despite orders of the emperor, Claudius II, wed couples in secret. The delusional emperor thought that men with no ties to wife or children made the best soldiers as they’d have nothing to lose by joining his army. Going against the normal belief that those with something worth fighting for will die to protect what they love.” The host hums thoughtfully. “Celebration may be due depending on who you ask for the man willing to go against a man in power placing laws against the wants and beliefs of his own people.”

“Of course though none of that matters, he’s been reduced to a diaper wearing baby named Cupid all in the name of selling flowers, chocolates, cards, candy, and...delicates. Placing unneeded stress on those apart of a coupling, seeking to connect, or being pressured to not be alone. So, no, I do not like Valentine’s Day.” He finally finished his rant with a huff, but then played with the tassels on his coat with a giddy smile, his ears perked and eyes lit up with joy. “That all said… I do find this outfit quite fetching, perhaps the idea of themed outfits for the hotel isn’t so bad...”

It's evolved. As things do. And though she wouldn't exactly negate that anything that the Sinner has said to be untrue...the fact that it's come out of his mouth it what irks her.

Most Sinner didn't bother her. In fact, she'd applaud most Sinners who managed to gain and maintain power. The fact that this Sinner did with with radio, something in using his voice, would have had her happy to note.

And yet.

She's known that her return wouldn't be simple, but she had this trust that no matter what...Lucifer would never be as cold as he was. She expected heated anger. But that was something they've ridden out before. The coldness he was met with frightened her. And not in a good way.

It took her some time to trace it back to a source...and it was somehow this Sinner.

"We're in Hell, darling. It's miraculaous that this particular holiday isn't worse off. It's not easy, but if you look hard enough, traces of love and care are still found. More so in Princess Charlie's hotel."

She eyed his outfit and something inside of her burned at noting how it seemed to be the yin to Lucifer's outfit's yang.

The royal couple is at it again! 😈💫

“In that case, my vision of beauty and strength, would you be opposed to moving your seating arrangements elsewhere…? I have a place that I would love for you to sit, but I understand that it might be distracting while in the middle of a task.”

The rumbling grows, not louder but more tangible from his chest and throat, rising and falling with his breaths as he bonks his forehead against her.

@the-bee-queen

Oh. Ohhh… he should have figured, with the lingerie and all, what his other half had in mind. And yet, here he was, starry-eyed and blindsided, feeling weak in the knees. A soft whimper leaves him, dark little tail bobbling behind him in excitement. He really should try and finish the rest… but it’s been at least a few hours, wouldn’t a little break be understandable? Just thirty minutes — no, a whole hour-!

“Could I have a taste of you first? It would be such a shame to let your clothing selection go to waste…” Yes, he was weedling a little extra; it was as much for him as it was for her. He loved nothing more than having Lilith sit on his face, plush thighs squishing his head, safe and secure as she rocked in time with his tongue. Taking her hands and craddling them close to his face, Lucifer nuzzles sweetly into her palms and presses gentle kisses into her skin. He’s peeping up from underneath his lashes, kitten-eyed and hopeful.