cielo en el infierno

“I almost dropped it. Aaand caught it in my mouth. As a hellhound.”

Aislinn was relieved he had agreed they’d talk with Charlie later, her smile showing more; She didn’t want him to get in trouble with her again. Or for him to get hurt. And with all three of them on the same page, she knew they’d find a way out of whatever Vox had planned.

Oh, and when they did, he was dog meat.

The second crystal Lucifer had given her let her have disguises of a hellhound, an imp, and a Goetia. He’d told Asmodeus to scratch a succubus one though, due to her not being fond of sex. Though sometimes she wondered what she’d look like as one. She was better at defending herself now, thanks to him. And she was going to protect him better now, from anyone’s harm.

Did she feel guilty for not speaking up for him until after he left after the argument between him and Charlie? Maybe.

But back to the gift! Inside was not only a little rubber duck with a crown on it…There was a golden bracelet inside with an assortment of charms: An apple, a white snake, angel wings, a gold crown, a circus tent, a fiddle…and of course, a little duck. She gave Lucifer a warm smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I had it custom made. Luckily Mom didn’t ask too many questions while she helped me with it…”

She waits for his reaction, a bit nervous. She’d really wanted to make it special for him. He was like a second father to her, next to her own on Earth.

he saw the rubber duck first, gasping softly and touching its little crown. "it's adorable! so cute! it's automatically getting a space on my coveted shelf."

most of his room already had piles of rubber ducks, but those were scattered about the floor and in haphazard piles where he didn't know one from the other. above his work bench was a shelf for the special things he kept, now including this gift, well above the ground and somewhere he could look at often.

lucifer carefully set the duck aside and then saw something else in the box, reaching in and finding an even smaller box that had a bracelet once opened. "oh! it's lovely, aislinn." he took the time to look over every little charm with a grin; it was obvious effort was put into this. he couldn't decide which one he liked best.

there was a poof! and the bracelet vanished, only to appear on his left wrist a moment afterwards.

Lucifer had been avoiding him. That much was obvious. Ever since he lent the monarch a little more time to ponder his offer during his birthday, he'd turn tail whenever he saw Vox or disappear in a cloud of red entirely. Now, he could be patient if he cared to. In this particular instance, he'd grown tired of waiting and the distinct feeling he'd never get an answer was steadily growing; his solution was to head directly to the source.

The overlord didn't have a key to the room, nor had he found one when he snuck behind the greeting counter to look for a spare. Vox, despite his unique powers, wasn't necessarily versed in magic ( which seemed to be what he swore was keeping Lucifer's door shut ). The gadget he'd brought for his breaking and entering simply refused to work despite numerous testing beforehand on other unwilling participants. With an annoyed sigh, he pocketed the thing and was about to give up and simply knock when the door began to swing open towards him.

"oh, vox." the initial, warm haze of just waking up was washed away by a cold fear that settled in the pit of his stomach; he could only hope it wasn't obvious on his face. the devil held the door open with one hand, and used the other to quickly try and fix his messy bedhead. "yeah," he muttered, knowing he wasn't exactly presentable at the moment. lucifer's mind was still trying to catch up with it all, to make up some kind of small talk, when his avoidance was called out directly. instantly, red hues shifted away.

"i've been... busy. it's early, isn't it? i was just asleep. i was going to find you after i woke up." it was a blatant lie, and they both knew it. he used the hand that wasn't on the door to now hold his robe better closed at the top. his eyes returned to vox, but the he stayed silent. what could he even say? all the time he was given, and lucifer still hadn't managed to find a way out of the situation.

hrtspade is a literate, semi-selective verosika mayday from helluva boss written by beck ( 21+, they/them ). following the themes of a venus fly trap closing around its prey, the cruelty in absence, and becoming the ideal and losing yourself in the process.

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Alastor's head turned away from the window he'd been staring out at, seemingly intent on looking out over the city. He sighed, coarse and short as he regarded Lucifer, the upper half of his face flat... and then distinctly not. What in the seven hells could he actually want to know that for?

"Oh. Yes, I do. Why? Are you throwing another party? I don't do catering you know~"

"You are only perceiving it as rude because I am the one who happened to notice, You Highness." The stag spoke, head tilting to the side. They'd had their quarrels, certainly. However, Alastor never exactly desired any. It would be foolish, non?

"eh, you're not wrong." lucifer normally would've found some excuse to be more antagonistic, but fatigue was one hell of an anger killer. he just didn't have the energy today to be fighting. not at full force, anyway.