#switch lucifer

“You two won’t get to leave until you’ve learnt to get along” was what Charlie had said before she smacked the door in my face.

I wouldn’t deny I felt proud seeing the leader she had become, but in all of hell, she had to lock up me with that…thing. I thought as I looked at Alastor. The demon in question leaning against the wall next to the door. Bored. Probably as far as he could be from me in this cramped hotel room. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “You’re not very social are you” I joked as I snickered a bit. He remained unblinking, but I could see a twitch of that grin of his. It seemed I was ticking him off. Fun.

“Oh please, unlike you’re little…family, I’m not the cuddly type.” He said in that same robotic tone, though I could sense an extra crack in his voice box. I snickered as I straightened my back and stepped up to him with a scoff. “At least I got one heh. Maybe that’s why you’re so set on haz-been.” A narrow of his eyes, perfect. “And hugging you, fuck no. I’d rather give Adam a high five” I said as I gestured with my hand at him and snickered.

His gaze looked me up and down in a silent analysis of our height difference again. Typical “Oh fuck off skyscrape” “I’d rather not, I’m not into the whole…thing. I prefer solitude and independence not whatever, this…is” he breathed out those words as though they were disguising, puffing out a bit of air between his teeth. “Solitude, tsk, as if we’ll get that. My daughter is set on us getting along. So if you wanna get out of here, you better play nice.” “Nice? Oh please, I’m one of the most dangerous underlords in hell. While you, the oh SO little king… can’t even tell your daughter off” he said, pinching the air with his fingers as I huffed. “Well what if I don’t want to, huh, what if I want to be a supportive dad. Letting her be the leader she’s meant to be” I scoffed as I smacked that nasty hand away. Making that radio bitch wipe a gloved hand on his suit, what in the germaphobe was that. “Oh so now you want to be a present dad…” He purred out with his famous chuckle. “Oh don't start with me, lemon teeth” “insults…how peculiar” he breathed out as he pressed my hands down, away from him angular face. I hadn’t even realized I’d made them into fists, must be a reflex around him.

“Well if you won’t let me out, I’ll just help myself.” Alastor said as he turned his lanky back at me, the lights beginning to flicker, darkening the room. A sudden neon green glow sliced through the air with a powerful wind. That snatched my custom hat off of my head. Just as I was about to yell I coughed, an equally green smoke filling the room. Making it look like a drug cartel or a rave with cheap decorations. Was he really gonna use his powers to run off, what a coward. “Hey GIVE that back!….. And where do YOU think you’re going bitch” I called out between another coughing fit as I charged at him. Struggling to find him in the smoke. Cheap bitch. Making me have to grab at the air to find this noob. I wouldn’t let him get away. Soon I managed to grab his freakishly long and ill fitting jacket and his waist, slamming him to the floor.

Making me toss and turn with the stupidly tall bastard. “Get of off me, you fucking nuisance” I chuckled at his remark as my hands remained on his waist to pin him under me. “Not until you stop trying to escape, deerhead” I said as my hands squeezed him and I grunted. Trying to get the upper hand as he squirmed and kicked. His hands lighting up with powers again only for that same hand to drop. A crackled sound being heard like a scratch on a record. His hands went from grabbing at me to now hugging at himself. And that’s when I saw it. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he bit his lip hard. Pointed nose scrunched. And my jaw practically dropped as I looked further down, seeing my very own hands squeezing at his ribs repeatedly. “Y…you, are you… e…ticklish?” I breathed out only to see him open his mouth to protest. But nothing but soft giggles slipped out, his voice cracking in an almost cute way. Almost.

These sounds were so unlike his usual manic chuckles and sarcastic laughs. Something soft…almost adorable. Disgustingly sweet. Ew “Oh my days, HaH, I can’t believe THE radio demon is ticklish.” “I’m not y- you little snake I eheheh eek I’ll kill you, I’ll murder your whole family, you hear me. I’ll rip you to hahaha eeek hehe” He called back only to be lost in even breathier giggles as my hand wandered onto his tummy. Soft. I hadn’t even noticed I was rubbing it. My hand caressing him like you would a cat. Scribbles. Making him kick out those long legs as he laughed under me. A soft slap heard against the carpeted floor as I saw his little deer tail wag. Did he even have one of those earlier. The fuck.

My eyes crinkled in the corners too as I let out an excited chuckle, usually reserved for my duck inventions. “Aww you tall fella, you look almost cute, ticklastor. Just wait until the news or those gossip magazines hear about this. You’ll be nothing more than a giggle joke hehe” I purred out as I chuckled in a mean way, my fingers poking at his tummy as I began to tug up his shirt. Wanting to tickle his belly directly. Maybe he even had some tummy fluff since he was a hybrid. “Don’t mind if I do~” I said in a deeper voice only to notice how he had tensed. Those fuzzy ears perked high and his tail laid still on the floor. Pulling me out of the rhythm as I regarded him, we might’ve been sworn enemies. Hate as first sight. And well maybe I wanted to punch in his face for stealing my daughter from me. But still I couldn’t touch him if it made the guy uncomfortable.

My fingers letting go of his shirt I had managed to untuck as his the bottom of his tummy fluff peaked out. Though I paid no mind to it. My mood ruined, since I had maybe gone a tiny tidbit to far. “Look I I’m a sorry” I said as I sighed a bit and dragged a hand over my face. Fuck. And when I looked back that’s when I saw the terror. That usual grin, gone, as he looked utterly defeated. Like a deer in headlights simply sniffling a bit. Damn it. Just like that I began to spew apologies, so many I stumbled over my own words and barely even made sense of some of them. My hands clutched together as my eyes were squeezed shut. I knew I shouldn’t have tickled him without asking. Consent is important.

“N no you don’t under y-you can’t tell a soul, NO ONE. You hear me” I tensed as he suddenly spoke up, screaming. I don’t think I’d ever heard him yell before. Then suddenly my head hit the floor as I groaned softly, looking up at him. He’d switched our positions as he had a panicked, desperate look on his face. Was he pleading? “Wait wait heh, you’re more concerned about me telling anyone then the actual t-“ “oh shut the fuck up, blondie. Don’t you get how it could ruin my reputation. I’d be a fool. A goofy powerless joke, like YOU?!” he breathed out while his ears flicked, as though sensing danger.

Making me chuckle as I laid under him. “Jezz you're so dramatic, I was kidding” I said as I looked up at him with a smirk. Letting out a gasp as he suddenly pinned my arms over my head. Leaning down over me with a low growl. “Don’t laugh at me or I’ll give you something to laugh about, duckling” he purred out, the arrows in his eyes ticking. “Oh please hehe tsk you’re not even funny. Old man. You’re the most dry demon in hell” “well, maybe I got a way to make you laugh, how’d you like the cards reversed” he said and I tilted my head. Confused but also intrigued. Hah. But before I could even reply I felt him shuffling both my hands in one of his big ones. His other hand wiggled in the air over me. You gotta be kidding. “Wait ahhh n no Alastor please ehehe eek, this is so childish. This is not something a blood thirsty raise demon does no hahaha please eek hehe” I began to bark out, my laughs slipping out as his hand moved closer. I did deserve that for earlier.

It hadn’t even touched me and I was already freaking out. Calm. And when his creepy freshly long hand finally touched down, I was lost in hysterics. If he was ticklish then I was fucked. Done. All because of that skinny lanky looking ass torturing me. My eyes squeezed shut as I kicked my legs only for him to straddle my lap, pinning my much shorter, manly frame under him. My head was shaking and banging, my brilliant mind trying to find a way out. Only for me to hit something soft. His arm had somehow maneuvered to lay under my head, all the while he still had my hands pinned. Was he protecting it…Nonetheless he wasn’t so nice he stopped the actual torment. My desperate whining and laughs echoing in the room. My voice cracked as I buckled my hips. His long creepy hand crawling down my armpit, ribs and side. Soon reaching my belly to. His hand stroked over it the same way I’d done. Though he was definitely less gentle. Probably not a tickling pro like me. Loser. “O ouch hehehe s stop you lanky bitch, your manicure hurts.” I barked out as he dug in further and leaned in. His nasty yellow teeth right in my brilliant face. “Hurts? Oh please you’re just a little…sensitive, isn’t that right, king of hell” “I’m not eek eheheh” I breathed out that lie. Little was an understatement. Since I was definitely not being tickled-tortured to death, with my strong arms pinned over my head. Laughing like some schoolboy held down by a big bully. No. Nah. Nope. With faint tears forming from laughing so hard I was losing my mind. Couldn’t be me. Damn it.

Me being ticklish wasn’t a big surprise really, especially for my family. My wife had found out rather fast when she kissed me. Then it ran of like wild fire. So even my own daughter easily beat me up in tickle fights….even if she might’ve been 5 at the time. Not important. Since it was all the same. I often found myself helplessly laughing under someone close to me. Somehow. Yet I didn’t really mind it…unless certain spots were touched. Hell.

But being handled like this by my blood sworn enemy was…a different kind of embarrassment. I think I understood now why Alastor had been so mad at me teasing him, I can’t imagine what’d it be like for a serious looking guy like him to be found out like this. “No hahaha p please eke not there hahaha, I beg ehehe” I whined out as my legs kicked out behind him, my thoughts temporarily stopped as he’d found one of my spots I hope he wouldn’t. Shit. A sharp claw tracing a circle around my belly button as I wailed and whined. Not having even noticed him unbuttoning my blouse at the bottom. Letting my soft tummy peak out. I knew this meant trouble. Especially if he didn’t stop. Please. “Ah ah little demon, this is what you get for messing with the oh mighty Alastor. Dear listeners welcome to the oh so special interlude in the radio broadcast. I think we’ve found the perfect…spot. Live here in the studio. Ohohoh…..How fun” he said in his mocking and that damn annoying radio voice, talking like I wasn’t even there. Touché. I probably would’ve told him he’s crazy, talking to nothing but air like that when I was right under him. What an airhead.

But all I could was let out a high pitch squeal as his finger went round and round, like a ducky in a pond. Soon reaching the center of my tummy. “N no p please hahaha EeeK…Qwack” I breathed out only for my eyes to widen as I had let out the dreadful sound. Seeing the demon's face instantly snap my direction as I gulped a bit. Choughing slightly to cover up the embarrassing sound I’d made. “Oh my, it seems” “no you didn’t” “well I sure DID hear it really” “fuck you” “why of course…” “oh my days don’t say it” “the little duck obsessed twink can qwack” he announced to no one in particular, pinching my cheek oh so sweetly like a grandma would. Bitch. I could practically feel my face burn like the deepest pits of hell. One of my hands managed to wiggle free as he was distracted. But instead of smacking his grin right off. My hand simply tried to cover my face as I whined and giggled into it all embarrassed. “Tell me little guy, did you happen to swallow a squeaky toy while taking a bath with your beloved duck, collection.” He teased and all I could do was whine. Giggling into my hand. Too embarrassed to say anything as tears formed from how flustered I was. My eyes burning as I giggled myself silly, those quacks slipping in ever so often. He wasn’t even touching me anymore.

This was definitely one of my biggest insecurities. I wouldn't lie. I don’t know how I started to qwack. Duck. But I guess I must’ve picked up on that sound when I practiced mimicking the ducks. To perfect their sounds. And somehow, magically, it mixed with my laughter. Or other embarrassed sounds I made out of habit. Ducks made me calm, ducks made me happy, but this…it was horrible. I began to sob softly as I bit my cheek. What would he think of me now, I was definitely the one who was the biggest fool now. Just a dumb rubber ducky… “there there, breathe will ya” I heard a familiar voice say yet the static was a bit lower, almost in a soothing tone. I didn’t dare look at him. “Oh please, you’ll just laugh at me like you always do” I sniffed out as I curled up on my side, hugging both my hands around me. Protective. When did he even let go of the other hand? “Laugh at you, well hmmm I might a bit…later. But right now I wanna hear more of that laugh. Not your…sobs. Makes you look like a sad duck in a pond” he said while he made silly circular motions in the air, was he trying to be more approachable. Compassionate. Tsk.

“Duck huh…” “duck yes, you’re practically one of them. A small little rubber duck waiting to be squeezed.” “Aha…and why’d you care” I breathed out, apathetic, on the verge of another sob. My hands moved to weakly flop those hands away as he tsk a bit. “Oh please I may find your suffering amusing, but…well ahem that little laugh of yours even more. It’s a sound I’ve yet to tone to perfection.” “Tone huh as if I’m some stereo.” I grumbled as his hand grabbed mine and for a second it almost seemed sweet. My eyes looked up at him through a thick gloss. Like a gloss you’d put on ducks to make them well glossy. Before he booped my nose with a clawed finger, making me scrunch both my nose and shoulders a bit. “Well I liked that tone..I wouldn’t mind hearing, ahem, some more of it. Unless an ad break is well, needed.” He said as I just rolled my eyes and huffed. Was this his way of being affectionate or showing care? Comparing me to a radio podcast. Creative….

I just scoffed a bit as I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my tummy. Chuckling a bit “Oh please, I’m not that sensitive…I can take it. Unlike you heheheh, who had to retaliate so. Embarrassing” “oh you’ll see embarrassing right, little king, when I really dig in to your flesh” “oh I’d like to see you try”

I chuckled as my familiar smirk came back as well as his. Our stupid grins returned at last, equally cocky and charismatic as the ticking went on and on. A fade of sorts. Where we kept challenging each other. Who could keep their arms up the longest while your armpits got tickled. Or who’d be able to stay the stillest while the other counted their ribs. Heck who could go the longest without laughing. What tickled me the most. And I’d give Alastor that his evil grin was more than just for show, he practically nibbled me to death with those yellow sharps. Only to kiss over the skin when I complained too much.

Just two enemies turned rivals for the hell of it and this went on and on just for the heck of it. No deal, no win or lose. Just two dudes fucking off, or well tickling off for the trill of the chase and adrenaline. Until we both got more and more exhausted. Vision darkening, body dropping. Yawns. My smaller frame was soon on top of Alastor as we kept scratching at each other's spots, his claws on my tummy and mine on his back. Which we’d found out was his worst spot, no wonder he hates hugs. And even though we should be exploding with laughter we were both too tired. Soon ending up tangled in each other, snoring loudly.

The last thing I could recall was the door finally opening and a gleeful gasp along with heels jumping up and down. Definitely Charlie. A surprised gasp from a deeper voice as someone dropped the key to the door. Probably Vaggie. A low groan about what the hell we’d been up to. From husk and before I could hear any of angel dust’s remarks in return I managed to fall asleep. On top of my enemy, victorious. With my head nestled under his stupidly long neck where that annoying voice box still was.

I’d probably rip it out if it hadn’t been for his cute giggles with his adorable little tail wagging. That bastard was one heck of tickler with his remarks. Well I wouldn’t call them affectionate. But after tossing and turning, with him squeezing the spots on my belly that made me quack the loudest. I won’t deny it definitely made me feel less insecure. And perhaps he wasn’t so opposed to tickling again, as long as it remained between just us.

Nonetheless I knew it’d be hell to explain what we’d been up to. Without anyone finding out we tickled each other to pieces or making it…weird. Curse you. We’d face it together. As enemies with benefits of knowing a bit too much about each other’s..sensitivities.

The chamber was shrouded in darkness, the air thick with the fetid stench of decay and the acrid tang of burning incense. Your heart thundered in your chest as you were pulled deeper within. You strained against the rough hemp rope that bound your wrists, the coarse fibers biting into your skin with each fruitless tug, while fear's talons dug into your throat, threatening to strangle you as you fought to make sense of the nightmare thats engulfed you. How had you ended up here? Why were these men, their faces contorted with fanatical zealotry, doing this to you?

"Please, let me go," you pleaded, your voice quivering with terror, the sound reverberating off the dank cement walls. But your entreaties fell on deaf ears, their eyes burning with a mad fire.

"Everything is ready," one of them proclaimed triumphantly, his voice resonating with reverential excitement.

Your blood ran cold, dread coiling like a serpent in the pit of your stomach, as the true nature of their intentions became clear. Trapped within the grip of their malicious designs, you fought against the rising tide of panic that sought to consume you.

As you reached the center of the chamber, a pentagram and a circle of wax-dripping candles flickered to life, casting grotesque shadows that danced on the worn pavement. Unrecognizable symbols glowed with an otherworldly light, marking the boundaries of a realm beyond mortal comprehension. Desperation clawed at your sanity as you realized the terrible truth of your predicament, rough hands shoving you to the floor

"No, please, you don't have to do this!" You cried out, your voice cracking with fear.

But the men paid no heed to your desperate cries as they began chanting in a language that sent shivers down your spine. Their fervent voices rose in intensity, filling the air with a palpable sense of impending doom.

You were going to die.

And all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, praying for some miracle to save you from this nightmare. 

A figure rose before you from the swirling black portal that formed in the middle of the pentagram, tall and imposing, cloaked in smoke and shadow that seemed to dance around the chamber like living entities, eyes glowing with a fierce intensity that pierced through the darkness with an otherworldly light.

"Who dares summon me?" his voice echoed through the chamber, sending chills down your spine.

The men fell to their knees, their faces pale with fear as they bowed before the figure before them. "We seek to offer you a sacrifice, great Lucifer, in exchange for your favor!" one of them proclaimed, his voice trembling with reverence.

Lucifer. The name sent a jolt of recognition through you, mingled with a sense of dread. 

Lucifer? As in, fallen angel Lucifer? King of Hell Lucifer? 

It's then his eyes landed on you, dirty, tattered gown and matted hair, hands bound behind your back as you kneeled on the cement beneath him - but as you gazed upon him, something stirred, a flicker of hope amidst the despair. For in those fiery eyes amidst shadow, you saw not the merciless tyrant from the stories, no, but a glimmer of compassion - understanding.

The men hesitated, casting furtive glances at each other as they watched Lucifer with bated breaths.

You barely remembered what happened next. There was a feeling of static in the air, warm and buzzing along your skin. And then there was red, the sounds of ripping flesh, breaking bones, and the screams of the damned filled your ears, and their blood painted the walls a strangely beautiful shade of red. The carnage was horrific - the blood and mutilated bodies scattered recklessly throughout the cramped chamber. Yet, among the devastation, you remained untouched, the one destined for sacrifice. 

These men deserved their fate; Lucifer never accepted human offerings, but something about this situation compelled him, stirring a protective instinct deep within. 

As the smoke cleared and the shadows dispersed, it revealed another figure - both broad-shouldered and slender at the waist, an unexpected juxtaposition. He emerged from the chaos, clad entirely in white except for his conspicuous heeled boots. Standing amidst the wreckage, he exuded an air of satisfaction, as if reveling in the chaos he caused.

"Hah!" he exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across his pale face as he flicked ash from his hand onto his coat. "Ah, that felt good!" he declared, his rosy cheeks dotted with excitement, his glowing yellow eyes scanning the aftermath. "I haven't got to let off steam like that in ages!"

You couldn't help but gawk at the sight before you. This was Lucifer? The King of Hell seemed... Well, shorter than you had imagined.

Still taller than you, of course. But still.

Suddenly aware of your presence, Lucifer's expression shifted from jubilation to mild confusion as he noticed you staring. "Oh, right!" he exclaimed, as if remembering your existence for the first time. With a nonchalant shrug, he sauntered over to you, with the rhythm of his dark boots tapping playfully against the floor. As he drew nearer, his grin widened, exuding an aura of delightful madness that was both unsettling and strangely captivating.

And then he lowered himself to a knee before you, wrapping his stark white coat around your trembling form, the fabric heavy, and comforting on your body. The fallen angel tenderly cupped your tear-stained cheek with his sharp fingers. 

"It's alright...you're safe now," he murmured, his voice a gentle contrast to the chaos that enveloped you. Your wide eyes, reflecting the fear you had witnessed, softened slightly as you stared back at him - the incarnation of evil himself. "What's your name, sweetie?"

You couldn't help but stare up at him in disbelief, your mind still struggling to reconcile the image of the fearsome King of Hell with the compassionate figure before you. Finally swallowing past the lump in your throat, you told him your name, and you whispered, "Thank you..."

“It’s alright.” A soft smile graced Lucifer's lips as he wiped away a fallen tear with his thumb, his gaze lingering on your vulnerable state. As if sensing your trepidation, Lucifer's other hand reached out, his nimble and sharp fingers enveloping yours in a surprisingly gentle grasp. “You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t do this for your gratitude.” 

Lucifer couldn't remember a time he actually entertained the idea of accepting human sacrifices. But just this once couldn't hurt, could it? Especially when it involved someone as cute as you!

"Come with me," he invited, his comforting pale yellow eyes shimmering with a hint of warmth amidst their eerie glow. His eagerness was palpable, infectious even, leaving you stumbling over your words in response. “Before anyone else decides to try something stupid like this again.”

Despite the chaos and madness that surrounded him, there was a softness in Lucifer's demeanor, a genuine desire to protect and care for you. And as you looked into those mesmerizing eyes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trust begin to blossom within your heart, the gentle pull of his hand all the more welcoming. 

It made your heart skip a beat all the more. 

“...With you?”

You were vulnerable - hands shaking uncontrollably, and your eyes held an expression of fear and uncertainty. It broke his heart to see you like this, someone so incredibly pure and undeserving, knowing full well what fate could await you if he didn't intervene. It wasn’t a path he wanted to see anyone go down. 

But there was something else - a spark, a connection that seemed to ignite between you, despite the circumstances. 

And so, Lucifer decided, leaving you here wasn't an option. No matter the consequences, he had made up his mind. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he vowed fervently, his voice kind but firm. "I promise." His hand, a source of warmth and solace, enveloped yours completely, offering you a semblance of stability and comfort, and attempting to convey a message - that you could rely on him, depend on him, without reservation. You heard it loud and clear. "Can you stand on your own?" 

Your gaze locked with his, drawn in by the earnestness that shone brightly within his eyes. Your heart urged you to believe him, to trust him implicitly. 

Your body betrayed you, reminding you of the physical toll you had endured. Your knees throbbed painfully, your limbs heavy with fatigue. "Yeah... I think so," you replied hesitantly, your voice wavering ever slightly. With great effort, you pushed yourself upright, your resolve wavering as you struggled to maintain balance. Lucifer was there, ready to catch you if you fell, his strength evident as he lifted your body effortlessly off the cold, unyielding floor.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as you hung onto him, your weight shifting onto your injured knees. The agony that surged through your limbs was overwhelming, like a bolt of lightning through your bones. Leaning heavily against him, you finally muttered, "Okay... I'm okay."

Those words were far from truthful, but in that moment, having Lucifer by your side provided you with an odd sense of strength.

“We're gonna go through this portal here, alright?” With utmost gentleness, he guided you towards the central point of the haphazardly painted pentagram, where the same shimmering portal awaited you. It hummed with energy, its vibrant colors dancing across the swirling void to create an ethereal spectacle that had you in awe.

Every step you took brought you closer; each stride, the tension between you and Lucifer seemed to grow thicker, heavier, hanging in the air like a tangible entity that weaved its way around you.

"We'll take it slow," he assured you, his voice a reassuring murmur in your ear. He wanted you to know that he wasn't going to rush anything, not when it came to your safety - to help you feel safe, and comfortable above anything else. And as you approached the threshold, he paused, allowing you a moment of respite. "This might be a bit disorienting at first," he warned, "But don't worry, I'll be right here with you. Just hold onto me tight, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

With one final tug of your hand, Lucifer pulled you through. You felt a sudden lurch and vertigo, but Lucifer's hand on your waist steadied you. 

You were greeted by the opulence of a lavish room adorned with rich red walls and marbled floors of the deepest shade of maroon. Gold trimmings adorned every corner, adding an air of regality that was impossible to ignore. Yet, despite the grandeur, there was something distinctly… odd, for nestled amongst the extravagant furnishings were countless rubber ducks, piled high in seemingly random locations. It was a sight both amusing and endearing, serving as a stark contrast to the image of Lucifer that you had previously conjured up in their mind.

Seeing your curious gaze, Lucifer couldn't help but blush slightly, his pale face tinted with a rosy hue. "Ah, um, this is... my workshop," he stammered, clearly embarrassed by the revelation. "Where I make, uh, rubber ducks." His words were punctuated by a soft chuckle, as if acknowledging the absurdity of it.

Reaching out, he picked up one of the rubber ducks from the nearest pile, examining it carefully before presenting it to you with a sheepish grin. "Here, I want you to have this one," he offered, his voice laced with genuine affection. "It's, um, one of my favorites." His eyes seemed to sparkle as he handed you the toy, the tenderness in his gaze unmistakable.

As you reached out to cradle the rubber duck in your hands, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread within your chest. Your smile grew wide, illuminating your entire face as you looked up at Lucifer, your eyes shining with appreciation. "You... don't have to be embarrassed," you reassured him gently, "I think they're cute."

Your admission seemed to have a profound effect on Lucifer, causing his cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of pink. He stared at you in awe, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of such a radiant smile. "You do?" He questioned, his tone tinged with hopefulness. He cleared his throat, running a nervous hand along the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts. 

When he finally spoke again, his voice was filled with gratitude, as if your acceptance meant more to him than anything else. "Thank you," he said, his eyes locking onto yours, drinking in the sight of your radiant smile. Nervous, his gaze then shifted to the rubber duck in your hands, and he sighed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I've always felt like... rubber ducks are a little silly," he admitted sheepishly. "But they make me happy."

Despite his attempt to downplay their significance, there was an undeniable sincerity in his words - a testament to the power these simple toys held over him. He shrugged his shoulders, lowering his head slightly as he continued to speak in hushed tones. "I guess it's funny how something so trivial can mean so much, isn't it?"

You nodded, understanding the sentiment behind his words - the power of simple pleasures. “And that’s what matters, right? Plus-” You added, “I can tell you put a lot of care into them.”

There was a moment of silence between you; sensing the shift in atmosphere, Lucifer cleared his throat, shifting gears from the discussion of rubber ducks to more practical matters. "How about we get you cleaned up?" he suggested, attentive as he leads you away from the workshop. "You've been through quite a lot, and I imagine you must be exhausted." His concern for your well-being was evident in his eyes, as well as his eagerness to provide you with comfort.

“That sounds nice, actually.” Nodding in agreement, you followed Lucifer across the room, taking note of the various tools and materials scattered about, as well as photos hanging about the walls here and there. Despite the cluttered appearance, there was a certain order to the chaos - one you understood well, yourself. As he led you away, you couldn’t help but to admire the opulent surroundings. The halls he led you through were lined with vibrant paintings, each with their own story to tell, whether it be joy and sorrow, love and loss, or everything in-between. 

Finally, you arrive once again to a bathroom - a sanctuary of white marble and red and golden accents. The tub itself appeared as if crafted with such artistry and precision, that it seemed almost otherworldly. Even the gold-framed mirror above the sink was asymmetrical, as if it were crooked or melting off the wall. 

As you observed the room, Lucifer ran you a luxurious bath adorned with bubbles, scented oils, and a shower of fragrant flower petals. His excitement was infectious as he beckoned you over, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if he'd performed this ritual countless times before, yet still found immense pleasure in catering to your needs. 

"Here you are, sweetheart," he murmured, presenting you with an array of soaps, shampoos, and conditioners for your selection. "Not exactly five-star accommodations, but heh, I hope you like it, anyway. I’ll be, uh… right back, alright?" 

He hesitated for a moment, torn between staying close and giving you space. Ultimately, he thought, you deserved even a moment of privacy - a chance to wash away the memories of what happened to you. With that thought, he began to turn away; there was a certain vulnerability in his expression, a quiet admission of uncertainty. 

Before he could make it to the exit, you called out to him, voice firm and yet gentle all the same. “Wait!” You wanted to reassure him, again, to let him know you appreciated his effort, at the very least. He paused mid-step, turning back to face you. “Thank you, Lucifer.” 

He stared for a beat, as if flabbergasted by your gratitude. And then he smiled, his cheeks warm in a light blush. “I’ll be back,” he said again, and with a final lingering glance, brimming with unspoken longing, he retreated, leaving you alone in the sanctuary of the steamy bathroom.

After a brief pause, you began to shed your filthy clothes that clung to your skin, replacing it with the welcoming embrace of the warm, fragrant waters. The sensation was nothing short of divine, the soothing heat seeping into your weary muscles, easing the burden of your exhausting evening like magic. You allowed yourself to sink deeper, the weight of the world temporarily forgotten if even for a moment. If your heart hadn't been thundering against your ribcage, perhaps you could have fallen asleep.

As you leaned back into the warm embrace of the water, your thoughts drifted to Lucifer. An unexpected savior, he had rescued you from a fate quite possibly worse than simply death. And despite the gruesome spectacle of the murders he committed, you found yourself oddly unafraid.

In fact, the opposite was true - you felt an odd sense of security in his presence. His attentiveness, his tenderness, and those gentle eyes of his seemed to cast a protective spell over you, shielding you from harm. Even amidst the chaos and violence, you found solace in his care.

Your heart fluttered every time those deep pools of red locked onto yours, a warmth spreading throughout your body like wildfire. It was a sensation unlike any other - exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly captivating.

Yet, despite the whirlwind of emotions coursing through your veins, you attempted to banish them from your thoughts. You submerged yourself deeper into your watery haven, hoping to drown out the cacophony of feelings that threatened to overwhelm you.

But try as you might, those emotions refused to be silenced. They lingered, haunting your every thought, every breath, every beat of their rapidly accelerating heart. Even amidst the tranquility of the bath, they persisted - a constant reminder of the growing bond you felt with Lucifer.

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“-and this is my daughter, Charlie!” Lucifer beamed as he showed you a photo of his daughter - a girl with striking similarities to him - the same porcelain skin, cute rosy cheeks, and soft golden tresses, albeit with a more delicate femininity - the same girl you noticed in pictures earlier, when you thought about it. His countenance transformed as he spoke of her, his voice tinged with nostalgia and pride. ”She was the only good thing to come out of that garden,” His laughter rang false, but he soon regained his composure, his gaze returning to you with warmth and gentleness. “You know, she runs a rehabilitation hotel for sinners now! I couldn’t be more proud of her.” 

As you listened to his tales of Charlotte, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy tinged with sadness. You imagined having a father like Lucifer, one who cared deeply for his child and took pride in their achievements. Yet, your own experiences with your parents were vastly different, leaving you yearning for the affection you so desperately craved.

Lucifer noticed your wistfulness and offered you a sympathetic smile, his countenance softening even further. You found yourself seated beside him on a sumptuous four-poster bed, rubber duck settled on the nightstand by the bed, your legs demurely crossed at the ankles. His hospitality was indeed boundless, seeing to your every need - from providing you with a soothing bath and fresh attire, as well as a snack which was now long gone. The nightgown he bestowed upon you was slightly oversized, but the gesture itself spoke volumes of his kindness - simple, soft pink satin gown, paired with a robe that hugged your body comfortably.

Then suddenly, your smile widened, curiosity piqued by the mystery surrounding his personal life. "I, uh... sorry if I'm prodding too much, but... I noticed earlier the woman in some of your portraits. Is she your wife?" you queried, your tone light and playful.

Lucifer's countenance darkened as he shifted his position on the bed, his gaze fixated on the ceiling above. "My ex-wife, Lilith," he responded, the single syllable of 'ex' carrying a weight of finality that hung heavily in the air. "I've made many mistakes in my past. Too proud, too egotistical. Eventually, we just... grew apart. I'm a better man than I used to be."

He paused for a moment, his fingers tracing absentmindedly over the fabric of the sheets beneath him. When he finally looked at you, his eyes held a glimmer of vulnerability that belied his bravado from before. "How about you? Do you have anyone important in your life?"

You mirrored his position, laying back against the pillows and facing him directly. Your eyes held a sympathetic glint as you confessed, "No, I never have..." A sigh escaped your lips, heavy with unspoken regret. "I suppose, I had my parents? But..." Your voice faltered, a hesitance creeping into your tone. "Well. I never knew my dad. He left when I was too young to remember him. And my mom, she... was difficult. She probably doesn't realize I'm gone. I haven't talked to her in a few years."

Lucifer turned his head to regard her, his expression a blend of sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that. Family is one of the most important things in life." He shifted position once more, now facing you directly. "And I don't mean that in the traditional sense. Sometimes, you have to make your own family."

His smile was soft, filled with a warmth that radiated through the room. "And I suppose, in the case of people like us, the universe sends you the family that you deserve. You've been sent to me, so I suppose I'll have to do.” His tone held a note of playfulness, a promise of what lay ahead.

Your smile blossomed anew, cheeks flushing a rosy pink as you squeezed Lucifer's hand lightly. Almost as though you feared he would notice, your gaze flickered to your joined hands before darting back up to meet his. There was an undeniable pull between you, a magnetic force that drew your eyes to his, making it impossible for you to look away.

"That's fine with me..." You said, voice lowered in a hushed whisper. "You've made me feel more cared for than I've ever felt. So thank you." Your gratitude was palpable, resonating within the confines of their small sanctuary.

Lucifer's visage softened further, his thumb tracing gentle patterns across the back of your hand as he replied. "I don't want you to thank me, you know. It's the least I can do for what happened to you. I'm the one who should be thanking you, for giving me a purpose, for making me feel something other than... well, other than what I've been feeling the past couple of years."

His eyes met yours once more, and he leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath caressing your skin. Your bodies were mere inches apart now, the proximity causing a ripple of awareness to course through your veins. You watched him intently, heart pounding in anticipation.

"You know... You've been given to me for a reason." He whispered back; he paused, studying your face carefully before continuing, "You deserved better."

You hesitated for a moment, processing the weight of his words. You hardly registered the gradual closing of distance between you, focused instead on deciphering the meaning hidden within his gaze. "For a reason? What... do you think that is?" You questioned, your voice trembling slightly as you sought answers to the questions swirling within your mind.

Lucifer's gaze locked onto you, his nostrils flaring subtly as he breathed in your scent, the warmth radiating from your skin. He felt your rapid heartbeat beneath his touch, the steady thud echoing within his palm. "I don't know," he murmured, his voice a whisper against the night air. "But I know one thing for sure. It's not to be trapped in Hell, to be kept hidden from the world."

With a gentle caress, he touched your chin, tilting your face upward until their gazes met. "I want to give you a life. A life full of happiness, laughter, love." His fingers lingered on your skin, the tenderness of his touch leaving no doubt about his intentions.

You, however, felt as though you were melting beneath his tender caress. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst from your chest. "I don't feel trapped here," you admitted softly, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "My life before this... it was suffocating. I never felt like I had anything to look forward to. All the times I thought about just ending everything-" you sucked in a shaky breath. "But... here, with you... it feels different. It feels like I could be happy."

A wave of emotion washed over Lucifer, leaving him breathless. He yearned to envelop you in his arms, to hold you close and never let you go. "I want to make you happy, sweetheart. I want to give you everything. To be the one that makes you feel alive." His fingers traced the curve of your lips, his thumb brushing against the delicate skin. Leaning forward, his lips brushed against your, featherlight kisses that promised more.

"I want to make you feel wanted. I want to show you what love feels like." He pulled back ever so slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, his voice firm and unwavering. "Will you let me do that, sweetie? Would you let me love you?" The question hung between you, heavy with the weight of his desires and dreams.

Your heart seemed to stop, breath catching in your throat as his words echoed within your mind. The ghostly imprint of his lips still lingered on yours, setting your body ablaze with desire. Unable to find your voice, you closed the remaining gap between you, your lips finding his of their own volition. The mattress groaned softly beneath you, muffled by the thunderous rhythm of your heart.

Lucifer felt a surge of surprise at the unexpected kiss, only to be replaced by a warm glow as he returned the gesture with equal fervor. After a moment, he pulled away slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll take that as a yes," he teased, his heart feeling lighter than it had in eons. "I'll do anything to make you happy. Anything at all. Just say the word." He traced the curve of your cheek once more, his gaze never wavering. "I'm yours. I want nothing more than to make you feel loved."

Your eyes locked onto his, your breath stolen. "Then show me," You challenged, your tone equal parts playful and breathy.

Lucifer chuckled softly at your playful defiance, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "As you wish, my love," he murmured, drawing you closer still as he kissed you once more. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, a testament to the depth of his affection. His hands moved from your cheek to your waist, and he pushed you gently back, rolling on top of you. The intimacy of your embrace intensified as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry to the warm haven of your mouth and pulling you even nearer as your lips parted, tongues tangling in a dance as old as time itself. As you welcomed him within, he tasted the sweetness of your mouth, his heart overflowing with adoration for you. 

"I'm yours," he said again, whispering against your lips, "I'll always be."

You only dissolved into his embrace, your heart fluttering wildly as he pressed his body against yours. The weight of his form, coupled with the exploration of his tongue within your mouth, left you utterly breathless. A moan of pure desire escaped your lips, the intensity of your feelings overwhelming your senses.

Pulling away from the kiss, Lucifer's eyes met your figure below him, taking in the vision of your beauty laid bare before him. Your disheveled hair framed your face, your lips parted, and breathing shallow. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. "I've never seen anything as beautiful as you.” Leaning down, he took your bottom lip delicately between his sharp yellow teeth, his breath warming your sensitive skin. 

Your thoughts spiraled into chaos. Your silken gown rode up your thighs, revealing the heated expanse of your flesh as you lifted one leg, inviting him deeper onto you. Your skin burned with an insatiable hunger, eyes heavy-lidded and filled with a desire that smoldered within your core, demanding satisfaction. "Yours," You reaffirmed, tipping your head back to capture his lips once more, robbing you of breath anew. Your sex pulsed with longing, causing you to whimper faintly against his mouth. "Luci..."

Lucifer groaned softly at the sight of such an invitation, his erection stirring to life against you - rigid and sizeable you knew, even if you couldn’t see it quite yet. He pressed himself against you, bodies aligning perfectly despite the barrier of clothing. He drew back slightly, his breath scorching your lips. "Say it again, my love," he commanded, his voice thick with longing. "I want to hear that again."

As he ground into you again, another moan slipped past your lips, color flooding your cheeks. Obeying his request without hesitation, you repeated his name, your voice trembling with need. "Luci..."

Lucifer responded by pressing harder against you, his hips grinding into yours with an intense hunger that consumed you both. He could feel the dampness of your passion seeping through your clothing, fueling his desire even further. Lowering his lips from yours, he trailed them down the path of your neck and towards the valley of your breasts. He continued his descent until he reached the apex of your thighs, lifting one leg over his shoulder with ease. Using his sharp claws carefully, he avoided piercing the delicate skin as he kissed, licked, and gently nipped along your sensitive flesh, ascending slowly up your inner thigh while raising your gown higher.

You could only watch him intently, thighs quivering with each gentle kiss and the slightest nip from his sharp teeth. Your heart pounded with anticipation as your lower region became fully exposed to him, your thigh resting over his shoulder, leaving only the thin barrier of your panties between Lucifer and your core, now soaked with unbridled desire. With slow precision, Lucifer began to remove the ruined undergarment.

Lucifer's eyes sparkled with delight as he finally discarded your panties, the fragile piece of cloth cast aside carelessly. He gazed upon your slick folds, his eyes drinking in every detail with admiration, his lips curving into a satisfied grin. Leaning forward, his red eyes flicker up to look at you, and the tip of his tongue danced lightly across your taut bud, causing you to arch your back in ecstasy. Emboldened by such a response, he continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue delving deep within, eliciting gasps and moans of delight. With each sound you sang, he persisted, working you relentlessly, his hands gripping you firmly to keep you close and still as he worshiped your body with his skilled mouth with unparalleled devotion.

You could no longer contain your sounds of pleasure; your delicate fingers entwined in his golden locks, as though seeking solace in the tangible world amidst the swirling chaos of pleasure. Your lips parted in wordless moans and supplications, hips bucking against his mouth in a wild, needy rhythm. Your head fell back against the luxurious pillows, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "Luci-" you cried out his name, tugging at his hair gently. "Oh God- I'm gonna-" you gasped, your grip on him tightening as you neared closer to the precipice. His name spilled from your lips like a litany, a desperate plea as you approached the brink of ecstasy.

Lucifer's eyes shone with ardent desire as he felt your body shudder and tremble, your hold on him becoming ironclad. He knew you were close; he wanted to send you soaring over the edge with his mouth alone. And so his tongue moved with renewed vigor, its strokes firm yet tender, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you close. With a final flick of his agile appendage, you cried out his name and erupted in a wave of pure ecstasy, your body undulating beneath him as you reveled in the exquisite sensation of release. He continued to lavish you with gentle licks, gradually easing you back to reality until you were fully present once more. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice brimming with a tenderness you had never known before. He rose above, capturing your lips in a soul-searing kiss as you continued to pant from your recent climax. You panted as Lucifer rose to claim your lips once more, your eyes flitting open briefly to gaze into his depths. Your body flushed from head to toe, evidence of your recent climax still apparent. Yet, you remained achingly hungry, craving his touch. You needed him, desired him beyond measure. "Luci, please," You pleaded, subtly shifting your hips, exuding impatience and desperation.

Lucifer grinned, relishing your need and knowing exactly what you craved. He shed his attire hastily, casting the remnants of his clothing across the room in disarray. Looming over you again, he positioned the swollen head of his cock at your entrance, tantalizing you with the promise of fulfillment. He wanted you to beg, to plead for him. He leaned down to capture your lips in another passionate kiss, his tongue dueling with yours as he continued to torment you with his swollen cock. "Tell me what you, sweetheart," he murmured against your parted lips, his eyes gleaming with playful malice. "And I'll make it yours."

Whimpering against his lips, you pleaded once more. "Take me, Luci," you begged him, your voice resonating with a raw desire. "Please, I need it so badly - need you."

Lucifer's eyes ignited with a ferocious passion, unable to resist such desperate pleas any longer. He thrust his hips forward, moving steadily and deliberately, embedding himself deeply within your heated core. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively to his invasion. He continued to move within you, his strokes slow yet profound, each inch of his length finding purchase within your warmth. He felt your muscles contracting around him, a testament to the intensity of your need.

"Is that truly what you want, sweetheart?" Lucifer whispered huskily, asking all too late as his lips found yours once more, stifling your moans against his own. "You're soaked for me, sweetie… so tight… so perfect. You know that?" He gasped himself, his breaths coming in short bursts as he felt your muscles constrict around him.

You clung to him desperately, your fingertips frantic in their search for stability. Your thighs encircled him, hanging loosely around his lean waist as he pistoned into you over and over again. Your gazes locked, your pretty doe eyes gazing up at him, the sensation of being filled to the brim nearly overwhelming, threatening to burst forth from your very being. Your moans escalated in pitch, transforming into a series of pleading cries that echoed through the air. "Oh my God-" you breathed softly, your voice strained from the force of your pleasure as his thrusts grew more forceful, drawing forth louder wails from your swollen lips. "Fuck, I'm almost there- fuckfuckfuckfuck-!!"

"You're so beautiful when you’re begging for me," Lucifer rasped, his hips pistoning with renewed vigor, impaling you repeatedly with his throbbing cock. He felt your body quivering under his touch, your moans reaching a fever pitch as you approached the precipice of ecstasy once more. "Are you close, my love? I can feel it, I can feel you clenching around me, begging me for more." He groaned, savoring the sensation of your nails biting into his skin, sparking a firestorm of pleasure within him. "I want you to come for me again, sweetheart. I want to feel you unravel around me. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes- Yes, yes, yes!" You cried out, your eyes squeezed shut as you called his name once more, your voice ringing out like a melodious chant as your second climax washed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless. 

"Good girl," Lucifer purred, his voice thick with desire as he pumped into you with renewed vigor, his hips slamming against yours with wet, obscene sounds. He could feel your body trembling beneath him, your walls fluttering around his cock as you reached your peak for him all over again. "You're doing so good, sweetheart." He groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he plunged himself deep within, his own pleasure mounting rapidly. He panted, edging towards the precipice before he jerked abruptly, withdrawing himself from your body with a sharp intake of breath. His face flushed with embarrassment. “Shit- I'm sorry," he rasped hoarsely, pulling you close for another tender embrace, allowing himself a brief reprieve. "I haven’t done this… in a long time."

Your smile was weary, melting into his embrace as you hummed contemplatively at his confession. "It's alright," you whispered gently, your limp form resting against him. Your hands reached up tenderly, gently cupping either side of his face. Your delicate fingers traced the golden locks that had fallen askew. "I haven’t either. Take your time."

Lucifer experiences a wave of relief crashing upon him at your words, grateful for your understanding. He gazes down at you, his expression softening as he gently removes a lock of hair from your face in return.

"Thank you," he murmurs, drawing back slightly to catch his breath. He takes a moment to truly observe you, studying every contour of your visage. He raises his hand, letting his fingers dance lightly across your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline.

"You are wonderful," he states fervently, his eyes mirroring a kaleidoscope of sentiments - love, adoration, yearning - as he fixates on you. He leans in once more, claiming your lips in a more ardent kiss.

"I… I don’t want to stop," he confesses, meeting your gaze with apprehension. "But if you like-" He scrutinizes you features, his demeanor conveying concern, and in part, a fear of rejection. He desires you to comprehend that you hold the reins in this instance.

Without uttering a syllable, you propelled yourself from the bed, effortlessly shifting Lucifer underneath, positioning yourself astride his hips. You discarded the silken gown he had gifted you earlier, retaining it only during your intimate encounter. With deliberation, you elevated yourself, tantalizingly dragging your entrance along the crest before finally settling down, your lips parting to form a silent 'O'.

Lucifer's breath hitched, mind racing as your warmth engulfed him completely. His fingers dug into your hips, relishing the sensation of your sensual movements. In tandem, you sync your motions, bodies harmoniously merging in a flawless symphony. "Sweetheart..." He groans, his voice heavy with desire, his eyelids drooping as he tilts his head backward. "You feel..." he gasps, struggling to articulate the euphoria coursing through him. "So...ah...so good." His breath catches in his throat.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, hands finding purchase on him as you undulated your hips against him - rising, falling, grinding against him, your breasts swaying with the motions. You guided his hands onto your thighs, leading them upward to your hips where she held fast. "Luci," you uttered his name once more, the sensation of the head of his phallus kissing your cervix causing you to shudder and gasp.

"Oh, my sweetheart," he murmured, watching you toss your head back in rapture as your bodies moved together in perfect unison. He exhaled softly, his hands clasping your hips and reveling in the softness of your flesh beneath his palms.  

He breathed softly, feeling the euphoria escalating within him as your bodies synchronized flawlessly. "I'm close..." he declared, his voice taut with pleasure. He felt your muscles contracting around him, and it sent him spiraling into ecstasy. "Fuck, you feel...ah...oh..."  

With a hint of playfulness, you slowed your movements, as though to prolong his anticipation - stretching out his pleasure with measured motions.  

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, feeling his pleasure intensify with each movement of your body. "I'm close..." he declared, his voice taut with desire. As you slowed your movements, he groaned in frustration, his body begging for release. "Please, don't stop," he pleaded, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you down onto him forcefully.  

You giggled at his desperation, yet complied effortlessly. Your movements quickened, and you impaled yourself on his thick cock without inhibition. "Come for me, Luci, please?" You panted, your eyes boring into his as you drew him closer.  

He growled with pleasure, his body stiffening as he approached the precipice. "I'm close...sweetheart...oh, fuck-" His words trailed off as his orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave of ecstasy. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his moans, but the sensation was too much for him to bear. Panting, Lucifer struggled to come down from his high, high thighs twitching with aftershocks of such a long-awaited release. "Goodness...that was incredible," he sighed, his voice still trembling with pleasure.

Finally, you halted your movements with a gratified smile and a long, drawn-out sigh. You extended your hands, planting delicate kisses on each of his ruby-hued cheeks until you arrived at his lips.

He held you close, pulling you in for a warm and loving embrace. The afterglow of your lovemaking only enhanced the tenderness of the moment. He stroked your hair with feather-light touches, his affection palpable. "Thank you, my love...." His voice was a symphony of sweetness, a soft melody that filled your heart with warmth.  

You dismounted him, snuggling up against his side, your nose nuzzling the nape of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight in his embrace. A gentle kiss graced the crown of your head as he tightened his hold on you, relishing in the warmth of your body. 

As Lucifer held you close, he was overcome with the realization that bringing you to this place had been the right decision. It had been a partially selfish act, but as you rested against his chest, he knew that he had done something incredible. He was grateful that he had been the one to rescue you from a potentially worse fate. The thought of what could have happened if he hadn't intervened sent a shiver down his spine.   

As he watched you drift off to sleep, he was struck by your beauty. Despite the horrors you had faced, you had held onto your humanity. You were a person of great strength and resilience. Lucifer felt a sense of awe and wonder at the depth of your spirit.  

"Daddy daddy daddy!" Charlie chanted as she raced into her father's room.

It was morning in hell meaning that at this time, Lucifer would be up already, getting dressed and making breakfast for him and Charlie. Unfortunately, after the tickle fest he had with his daughter last night, he figured he could take a sick day for a while and stay in bed. That is until his daughter blasted into his room full of energy.

Lucifer groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Back to bed Charlie. Daddy's trying to sleep."

"But's it's morning!" she cried as she all but launched herself onto her father, her miniature body colliding with Lucifer's back. Lucifer bit back a curse as he winced at the pain. "Charlie, do not do that." he said as the princess climbed onto his shoulders. "But daddy, I'm hungry." Lucifer let out a sigh. "Ask one of the servants to make you some pancakes."

"But I like it when you do it." Charlie smiled as her father smiled under the pillow. "Daddy's tired today. Let him sleep for a little while and I promise I'll make you pancakes." Charlie believed her father, but her patience was as small as her. The little princess decided to be cheeky today and smirked. "Okay daddy~"

"*yawn* That's my girl." Lucifer replied thinking that he won the battle. That was until a moment later, he felt tiny little fingers wiggling around his neck. Lucifer gasped and muffled his giggles with the pillow. "Wakey wakey daddy." Charlie sang as her fingers danced in her father's neck. Even as Lucifer scrunched his shoulders, her tiny fingers still managed to get her hands on his sensitive flesh. "Yohohohu little hehehehehehe." Lucifer tried to say as his daughter's fingers found his shoulder blades. "Tickle tickle daddy. Goochie goochie goo." she teased as the King of Hell buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Chahahaharlotte Mohohohohorningstahahahahar." Lucifer tried to sound intimidating but his daughter's relentless tickling made it difficult for him. "Are you awake daddy?" Charlie teased as her tiny fingers found her father's armpits. Lucifer's face emerged from the pillow. "Nonononono don't you da-AHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear you daddy." Charlie giggled as her father's laughter went up an octave when she met his armpits. Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut when her fingers began to move down further. "Chahahahahrliehehehehehe plehehehehehease. I'll mahahahahake yohohohu pahahahancahahahakes." At that note, Charlie stopped to gasp herself. "Really?"

"Gotcha!" With a burst of strength, Lucifer turned over and grabbed his daughter who shrieked when her father pulled her into an embrace. "I'm gonna getcha~" he teased as he started to make love bites all over his ticklish daughter. "Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom."

"DAHAHAHAHADDY!!!" Charlie screamed at the top of her lungs as her father scribbled his fingers all over her belly and sides all while still giving her neck gentle love bites. "I'm only doing it cause I love you. Goochie goochie goochie goochie goo. Who's my ticklish little princess? Is it you? Is it you Charlie-lee-lee?" If Charlie thought her own teasing was bad, Lucifer's was worst.

Lucifer tossed his daughter in the air. "Uuuuup she goes." Charlie's shrieks grow louder the higher Lucifer tosses her. "And back down to me. Uuuuup she goes and here she comes. Yes, just got her." Lucifer's smile is brighter than heaven for his daughter's laughter will forever be the most beautiful sound in the entire world.