#hazbin lilith

Babes

nasty 😳

I know Lilith's already casted, but I'm just hoping so hard it's Eden!

//That's a challenge to write other muses!

"Okay," Lilith said. She was determined to show Charlie that she, in fact, supported her methods and found them effective, by bringing her real dad and dubious father figure to tolerate each other. "I want you to tell me three things you actually like about each other."

Alastor looked at Lilith. Then at Lucifer. Then he burst out laughing.

Lucifer stood up abruptly.

"Okay, that's it, you lousy piece of-"

"Darling," Lilith said with mild reproach. "You promised to try. For Charlie!"

"For the record, I promised nothing," Alastor reminded them both.

Lucifer inhaled slowly and took his place in the armchair.

"I guess Alastor's cooking isn't entirely terrible?" he said hesitantly. "And he can be somewhat entertaining to argue with? He did help Charlie with the Hotel quite a lot, too."

Lilith beamed at him.

"Very well, my dear. Alastor?"

Alastor smirked.

"I like that he's short because that makes the Devil himself look up to me, him playing the violin doesn't make me nauseous and I like how he screams when I burn his ducks."

"Okay, we're done here," Lucifer huffed, jumping to his feet, and Lilith didn't have a heart to stop him now.

Well, it still was a first step towards success.

"Maybe next time we should start with whipping up some friendship pancakes," she sighed.

Alastor chuckled, watching Lucifer stomp away with a smug smile of superiority.

"How did you even fall for this man? He is pathetic!"

"He's endearing," Lilith corrected him. "And he makes me laugh!"

"Huh," Alastor said, suddenly looking pensive and oddly amused. "So you fall for someone when you find them pathetic and laughable? Figures."

Lilith opened her mouth to ask a question, but then she remembered how she'd asked Alastor about the secret ingredient of the stew he cooked for the guests.