Royal Family Portrait
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Introducing Prince of Hell, Abel Morningstar, his husband Prince Consort of Hell, Alastor Morningstar Hellâs newest princess, Audrey Morningstar!

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Royal Family Portrait
Art by fantastical @daridi â€ïž
Introducing Prince of Hell, Abel Morningstar, his husband Prince Consort of Hell, Alastor Morningstar Hellâs newest princess, Audrey Morningstar!

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An awful lot has happened to Abel in a relatively short time. No wonder he's doing poorly. And let's not forget about how intimately he healed Alastor's wound not so long ago. That might be a factor as well.
Alastor read the message, one brow lifting⊠and so Lucifer and Adam both leaned in at the exact same time âand the moment they read the words: âintimately he healed Alastorâs woundâ
Everything stopped.
Lucifer: *slowly turning his head, eyes glowing with paternal murder* âŠIntimately?
Adam: *already cracking his knuckles* INTIMATELY??
Alastor: *hands raised defensively* Now, now gentleman âletâs not misunderstâ
Adam: *to Abel, horrified* What did you do with this lowlife sinner?!
Lucifer: *immediately checking Abelâs forehead for fever that isnât there* Darling, you are FAR too young for anything intimate! FAR too young!
Abel: *weak, half-sitting up with a blanket around his shoulders* IâI am ten thousand years oldâŠ
Adam & Lucifer: (in unison) *without missing a beat* Youâre our BABY BOY.
Abel: Iâmâ Iâm literally older than entire civilizationsâ
Adam: *gently shoving him back down into the pillows* Babies donât argue.
Lucifer: *tightening the blankets around Abel like a burrito* Especially sick babies.
Abel: *groans* Oh my goshâŠ
Alastor: *snickering behind a polite hand* All Abel did was lick my chest wound to heal it.
Both dads turned to him in perfect unison like a pair of attack wolves.
Lucifer: *demonic voice* Why did he have to heal you in the first place!?
Alastor: Because someone *looks at Adam* sliced my chest during our fight!
Adam: *summons his axe* And I with do it again if it meant your ass was double-dead! *about to charge in to start another fight*
Abel: *panicked* NOâNOâdonât fight! Iâm fineâ well, not fine butâ please donât fight, I donât want yelling I just want *a sharp pain courses through Abelâs skull. He holds his head, sweat immediately pouring from his face and red blood seeps from his nose. The pain is so bad that itâs deafening to the fallen angel*
Instantly, all three adults froze.
Lucifer: *softening, cupping Abelâs cheek* Shh, sweetheart. Youâre okay. No fighting. None at all.
Adam: *sits beside him, rubbing circles on his back* Weâre just worried for you, baby.
Abel: *weakly* Still not a babyâŠ
Alastor: *sitting carefully on the other side of the bed* Regardless of age, heâs correct. Much has happened to him in a short period. He needs rest.
Lucifer: *nods grimly* Spending prolonged time in Hell may contribute as well *laughs quietly* I remember when my angelic powers began to shift demonically. It was a terrible pain. Then again my entire body was still recovering from childbirth and the second fallâŠ
Adam: *looks guilty for a moment before he automatically began reaching for tissues to help Abel with his nosebleed. Though seeing red blood coming out of Abel did trigger the memory of when Adam first saw Abel die after Cain murdered him.
Abel: *tired little sigh, trying to muster a smile* You⊠donât all need to worry so much. Iâll⊠get betterâŠ
Lucifer: *stroking his hair* Weâll worry as much as we need to, darling.
Adam: *snaps out of his memory and comforts his son* Thatâs our job. Youâre our son and parents will always worry about their kids. Itâs in our nature.
Abel: *goes really quiet before he suddenly is being shifted around* Huh? What are you doing?
Lucifer: *getting behind Abel on the bed, pulling the larger man close, resting Abelâs head in his chest and lap. a soft smile on his face* Just making sure you have direct contact with my magic. *starts to run his fingers through Abelâs blonde locks, quietly allowing his angelic magic to seep into Abelâs being* Are you comfy?
Abel: *shifts a bit to rest on his left side, nodding quietly before he closed his eyes* YesâŠ
Alastor: *pulling up a chair nearby but not ruining the quiet moment. During one of their private talks, Abel had once revealed that he wanted to know what it was like to be held by his mother. Of course he meant as a child since Eve kept a distance, but 10,000 years late was still something. He wanted Abel to have this moment*
Adam: *next to Abelâs bed, on the other side, quietly watching this moment⊠but also taking a few pictures of Lucifer and Abel secretly for wallpaper on his phone*
Wouldn't Lucifer know about losing halos? I mean, he is the first fallen angel.
Alastor: *startles slightly when Lucifer suddenly appears in the doorway, wings half-flared with urgency* âŠLucifer.
Lucifer: *stride sharp, eyes already locked on Abel* I heard he collapsed again. Move. *places a hand on Abelâs forehead without waiting for permission*
Abel: *weak laugh* Hi, LuciferâŠ
Lucifer: *murmurs under his breath* You look awful, baby. *his hand glows with a soft, warm, golden light*
Alastor: His halo being gone shouldnâtâ
Lucifer: Oh hush. Halos are jewelry. Not life support. *focuses again* This isnât about purity loss or âbecoming a sinner.â Something has been destabilized deeper than that.
Abel: *breathing stutters, but his body visibly relaxes under the magic* âŠthat feels⊠warm. Familiar.
Lucifer: *softens* Of course it does. You grew inside this magic. Itâs your first home. *lets the glow flow down through Abelâs chest and up through his temples*
Abel: *eyes flutter, the blinding migraine easing for the first time in days* It⊠stopped stabbing⊠oh thank SpeakerâŠ
Alastor: *watching closely* Is he being healed?
Lucifer: Stabilized. Soothed. But not healed. *his expression tightens, worried but composed* Whatever is happening is rooted in his soul, not his brain. My magic can calm him, but I canât cure it. Not fully.
Abel: *already sounding drowsy* But you made it better.
Lucifer: *cups his cheek* Of course I did. Iâm your mother. My magic fits yours like a missing piece. But this⊠*glances at Alastor* This is something thatâs been festering for a long time.
Abel: *leans into Luciferâs hand, shoulders dropping for the first time in ages* I donât⊠feel like Iâm dying anymore.
Lucifer: Good. Just keep breathing for me. Let my magic settle. *keeps his hand against Abelâs chest, steady and comforting* Weâre not doneâthis is only temporary. But it should give him a few hours of real relief.
Alastor: *quietly, a little shaken* Thank you.
Lucifer: Donât thank me yet. *eyes flash crimson with worry* This ailment⊠whatever it is⊠is beyond simple angelic remedies. *he brushes Abelâs hair back, watching the boy finally relax into sleep*
Abel and Alastor walk side-by-side through Cannibal Townâs market strip, carrying a mix of errands: food for cooking, some fabric Abel liked, andâ tucked under Abelâs armâ a sack of pastries he insisted they âabsolutely needed.â
???: *sweetly* Well butter my biscuits and call me delightedâif it isnât my favorite deer, himself!
Alastor freezes.
Actually freezes.
Abel watches his boyfriendâs smile become strained in a way heâs never seenâ not angry, not nervousâ more like someone bracing for a category-five storm in a tea hat.
Abel: Uh⊠Al? Whoâ
From around the corner sweeps Rosie.
Rosie: *claps her hands together* Alastor! You never visit anymore! And who is this precious little peach youâve brought with you?
Abel: *blinks, friendly* Hello maâ-am, Iâm Abel! Itâs so nice to meet you!
Rosie: *leans in close, inspecting him like a prized trinket* Mmm⊠polite, glowing, and pretty as sunshine. My, my, myâ look at you. No wonder Alastorâs been scarce.
Alastor: *hastily* Now, Rosie, letâs notâ
Rosie: *ignores him completely* And look at you, holding bags for him. Are you two running errands? Is this a date errand?
Abel: *face turning gold* Iâuhâwellâweâ
Rosie: *gasps dramatically* Oh honey, heâs adorable. Look at those adorable chubby cheeks Alastor, Iâm stealing him. Heâs mine now.
Alastor: *steps forward defensively, protective but polite* Rosie⊠you most certainly are not.
Abel: *laughs nervously* Itâs okay! IâI think sheâs joking?
Rosie: *winks at Abel* Half-joking, sugar *she loops around them, examining the pair with mischievous interest* Well, this is just delicious. The my favorite deer running around on domestic errands with a fallen angel. I could bottle this dynamic and sell it.
Abel: *confused* You⊠sell dynamics?
Rosie: Oh sweetheart, I sell anything if itâs entertaining enough *gives Abel a warm, but slightly predatory, smile* Welcome to Cannibal Town, dear. Any friend, or apparently lover, of Alastorâs is someone Iâm simply dying to get to know better.
Alastor: *gently takes Abelâs wrist* I think our errands are complete.
Abel: Huh? But we still needâ
Alastor: Our apologies Rosie, but you know how fickle some ingredients are when theyâre not stored away. We must take off *already speed-walking him away*
Abel: O-oh! *looks at Rosie with a meekly smile* It was nice to meet you Miss Rosie.
Rosie: Ah! Such a gentleman! Alastor you certainly have gotten yourself a keeper! Come back soon, sugarcakes! And Abelâ please come visit my emporium soon! We can tea and lady fingers together!
Abel: *waving at her but glances back, wide-eyed to Alastor* ...Al? Why are we power walking?
Alastor: *tight polite smile* Because, cher⊠you have just met the most dangerous woman in Hell. And she likes you.
Abel: Thatâs⊠bad?
Alastor: For me? âŠYes. Yes it is.

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Alastor: Greetings Abel! Or should I say Hevel.
Abel: I see someone has been studying Hebrew. And please just stick to Abel no one has called me Hevel in years.
Alastor: Yes! I have some questions about your name.
Abel: Uh, okay? Like what?
Alastor: Youâre Hebrew name is âHevelâ but when I looked up Luciferâs name in Hebrew, I found out itâs âHelel.â
Abel: Yeah?
Alastor: that canât be a coincidence, right?
Abel: They do sound the same and they do only have one ot different â
Alastor: *interrupts* Ot?
Abel: Itâs the symbol of the sound. Like⊠how there are letters in the alphabet. Okay so you know how âBellâ and âBallâ are spelt similar but have one letter different and have different meanings?
Alastor: Yes.
Abel: Well itâs similar to that analogy. Helel and Hevel may look and sound similar in Hebrew, but they do NOT mean the same thing.
Alastor: Who would have thought your father was good at wordplay.
Abel: Sure sweetie, letâs go with that.
Abel: *playing peek a boo with Audrey*
Alastor: Hello my sweet little fawn~ and hello my little ram~
Abel: Good morning Alastor!
Alastor: I have a question for you my dear. When do you celebrate your birthday?
Abel: *blinks* My⊠birthday?
Alastor: Of course! You do have one, after all you was born!
Abel: I donât celebrate my birthday.
Alastor: Why not?
Abel: I donât know when it is. I mean. Calendars werenât a thing back then. We didnât have assigned dates as we do now.
Alastor: I suppose thatâs fair. But youâve never celebrated your own birth?
Abel: Nope. But I do know some humans made a feast named after me! Does that count?
Alastor: For the sake of this conversation, yes.
Abel: Yippee! *claps his haveâs quietly as Audrey is still in front of him* Did you hear that Audi? Your Papa has a âbirthday.â
Audrey: *has no idea whatâs happening but giggles with her Papa*
Alastor: So what day is the celebration of your birth now?
Abel: On Earth, Catholics would celebrate âSt. Abelâs Dayâ on January 2nd!
Alastor: *is stunned* Oh really? Interesting.
Abel: Why is that?
Alastor: My birthday is January 1st!
Abel: Awww a New Yearâs Baby! Thatâs so cool!
Alastor: At least itâs easy to remember.
Abel what are your thoughts on that little spaz Nifty?
Abel: Oh sheâs very adorable! But⊠she doesnât like me very much *looks over*
Niffty: *stabbing a rat*
Alastor: Donât take it personally my dear. Sheâs just doesnât like your dad⊠and youâre a part of your dadâŠ
Abel: As long as she doesnât hurt Audrey she had hate me all she wants.
Alastor: *laughs* Oh my silly Abel. She wonât hurt Audrey. You worry too much!