#imp au

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

In the dark fiery pit of Hell in the very top of the rings was Pride. In the ring there were many cities and districts. One of the most notable was Imp City.

A district just for the Hellborns to live in. Within an apartment complex, inside the home of a thirty-four-year-old imp was busy getting himself and his kids ready for the day.

Adam rushed as he put on his clothes for the day and grabbed everything that was needed while his kids sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast.

Adam: Okay, okay, okay, keys check, papers check, coffee, shit I need coffee.

The little imp rushed towards the pot and poured into his portable cup before going over to his kids. His sons were Cain, his ten-year-old, and Abel, his eight-year-old. They were old, chugging down the box of doughnuts while slurping milk.

All three boys were little imps with matching hair colors in white but in different styles. In fact, the only one who wasn't an imp in the household was the adopted hellhound daughter.

His eldest, Lydia, who was twelve, was eating her cereal while scrolling through her phone.

Adam: Okay, guys, I'm off Now remember, I don't get back until later this evening, so I'm putting your sister in charge of you boys.

The boys groaned and immediately started their protests. The young teen simply grinned up at them.

Lydia: You heard mom, I'm in charge, so you all have to do what I say!

Adam: Don't get carried away with power, little miss dictator.

He leans down to kiss her temple along with the rest of the children.

Adam: I love you all, have a good day, make sure they don't set the apartment on fire Lydia, I left some money for pizza, bye guys!

He then left his little ones in the care of his eldest and headed off to work.

--

Across from where Imp City rested, there stood a dark, imposing palace. No doubt the biggest in all of Pride, possibly even Hell itself. Inside there was only two residents.

A man and his daughter who were none other than the king and princess of Hell.

Lucifer awoke to a morning unlike any other. He looked to find his side of the bed as empty as it was the night before. It had been years since his wife left without a trace, but it still hurt like a fresh wound.

He knew deep down that their marriage was over way before she left but it didn't hurt any less. It wasn't even what hurt the most.

There was much more to say than just that.

But now was not the time to reopen past mistakes and memories. He got out of bed, quickly donning his robe before making his way to the kitchen.

Before doing so, he checked up on his sixteen-year-old, who was still fast asleep in her own bed.

Smiling that she was alright, he continued his trek down the stairs and to the kitchen, where he quickly whipped himself some pancakes and headed over to his table.

Sighing once more he dug into his meal while scrolling through his phone half mindedly.

As he did so, a servant popped in to give him his mail. He accepted and decided to see what he had. Going through it he came across an envelope.

Inside it was an invite from none other than the goetia princess herself, Stella. Lucifer immediately wrinkled his nose when he saw her name.

He had only met the woman once, but he could tell that there was only one word to properly define her.

Tacky

And that was just being generous.

He went through it and saw that it was an invitation to Stella and her husband's anniversary party. However, in the invite it was said that it was a celebration of not being divorced.

Lucifer: Good for them.

Lucifer muttered with an eye roll as he weighed in on going or not. It had been so long since he had been to an event such as this. Choosing instead to spend his days with his daughter or make armies of rubber ducks at a time.

But....he did miss interacting with other demons his own age, or well close to. It might also be nice to get some fresh air, plus a party is a party.

Imp toga!! My lil attempts at design

Language barrier, man.

I'm trying to cope through the semester lol.

But, anyway, small ideas for my future Lies of P stuff. This little imp is a dork and charismatic creature that has grown attached to Pino since the day he woke up.

It never shuts up whenever it gets a chance to chat with the puppet, and poor Pino has no idea what it's saying. Though, as he gain humanity, he slowly understands it.

Ink Test: Kill this guy