#digital devil verse

"What's our kid's name again..? I'm going through something." (He 'goes through something' often enough to point to it as his explanation with no further comments).

"....what."

Vox isn't exactly father of the year, nor does he want to be, but forgetting Neemo's name? That's a level of deadbeat even Vox cannot match.

...Although, this could work in his favour. Quickly, Vox, think of a good name!

It's Vox's turn to have Neemo, and the little digital devil isn't supposed to be back in Lucifer's care for another twenty-four hours, at least. But there he is, scampering across the hotel lobby to latch onto Lucifer's legs, snickering to himself about something.

"Dad, dad! Digi-dad's angry."

Only a moment later, Vox passes through the door, following their son. He isn't obviously furious, but he doesn't look happy either.

Though the frown on his face is only part of the overall image that is the dishevelled overlord, whose entire outfit is covered with patches of flour and sugar and something that might be dough.

He comes to a stop just a few paces from the pair of them, takes a long, slow breath, and forces out five simple words that hold the key to both Neemo's early return, and Vox's appearance.

"I want a divorce." Lucifer can have Neemo.

"And stay out of my stuff."