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@theserpnt
theserpnt is a literate, semi-selective lucifer morningstar from hazbin hotel written by beck ( 21+, they/them ). following the themes of the ultimate fall from grace, welcoming yourself to your own cage, and redemption in more ways than one.
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"kiiind of concerning that most of the hotel residents like the fireworks that sound like bombs more than the flashy, quieter ones." he'd been in charge of the entertainment in the sky tonight, having offered as a chance to show off, and noticed when the bigger reactions happened. "i guess i shouldn't be surprised."
He squeezed his hand gently " A balcony, just the two of us~? Maybe some mac and cheese after?"
"of course! yes to both." lucifer pulled the other towards the nearest one he knew of, heading upstairs and peeking out to make sure no one else was already occupying it before stepping out with a grin. "perfect~ i think the fireworks should be starting soon, too."
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" Hey Baby~ wanna watch fireworks and smooch~?"
"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were hitting on me with such a bold suggestion," he answered playfully, clearly just messing around, before taking one of cain's hands. "did you want to head out to where everyone else is, or find a balcony somewhere?"
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Although no smile can be seen, the brightness of his visor seems to imply some kind of general cheeriness coming from the doctor. He didn't talk science much with anyone, and while Anomaly had some vague interest in what he did, they weren't exactly expressive when they spoke, so it was hard to tell whether or not that even cared about what he said.
"when i was alive, i always felt as if i was running out of time! so! i suppose i don't mind having all kinds of it now! perhaps i'll grow bored, eventually!" He only shrugs, laying the clipboard down so Lucifer can look at it if he so chooses. It mostly consists of formulas attempting to recreate the Love Potion and a few things written in French about how to combat each component.
"in the sewers, you mean?" He looks around, then shrugs his shoulders again. "well! what a story this is to tell! i've not been dead long, you understand, only... ah, what would it be... two years, then? i met anomaly when i arrived in hell, and now we live together! funny how things work, sometimes! they're less social than myself, it seems. i go out quite often, they...! not so much."
He chuckles, softly.
"they have been in hell longer than i, and from what i understand, have spent most of it down here." A soft hum as he considers how much to say. "it is important to them to be left alone."
"yeah, maybe," he shrugged. "or you'll just cycle through every hobby known to mankind to not go crazy. not that i'd know. just saying." lucifer's eyes then shifted to the clipboard, pausing a bit at all the unfamiliar formulas, but at least able to read the notes in french and trying to make sense of those. one of his occasional regrets was never getting a formal education on something once the institutions trickled down into hell, but it felt the time had long since passed for that already.
his attention returned to the doctor as he spoke again with curiosity evident. two years was nothing! just a blip of a blip in the grand scheme of things. the devil nodded along again as he listened, and what the other said made sense.
"i understand that." funnily, he related more to anomaly than the one he was speaking to right now, even if it seemed the sinner in question was somehow even less social than lucifer. partly mental health junk and partly a naturally introverted personality, he'd rather be alone or with a select few loved ones most days. but, he wasn't about to explain all that to someone he just met. he pivoted instead and pointed to the clip board set down earlier.
"you speak french, by the way? are you from france? it's a beautiful language, but i've always been better at speaking it than writing it. whew, the vowels get me every time."
The radio demon's immediate reaction was tense. His heart raced, his palms beaded with sweat and his organs felt as if they might twist in on themselves. In so many other people these would be the hallmarks of the start of something wonderful, the moment where the protagonist realizes they're falling in love. But for Alastor the declaration was lined with gnarled roots of twisting trees, a storm on the horizon. His fists balled into his lap, ears flattened against his head, and his eyes bore downwards in staunch avoidance.
He didn't want Lucifer Morningstar's love. He didn't want the complication and confusion that came with those nebulous, horrible affections. It felt like a betrayal, almost. They had just begun to level with one another in small ways. How could he turn it into this?
But then Lucifer turned to him, and when Alastor raised his eyes up from his lap he saw a man who looked much like a rabbit staring down the barrel of a fourty-four magnum. Then came clarity. The weight on Alastor's shoulders lifted suddenly enough for his reaction to be nearly impossible to resist. Not that he would have, in any case.
"Pffft... Hahaha!! Hooohh shit- good god Lu, what a way to put it! You damn near aged me another seventy years! Pffffhahahaa!" he doubled over onto the bar, his forehead actually making contact with the counter as he gently pounded his fist against the smooth surface, his body shaking with unhinged glee. One claw pawed out preemptively to catch Lucifer's vest to keep him tethered, so that when eventually wave after wave of hysteria made its way out of Alastor's system he could address him properly. He flagged down Husk for a water, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes as he coughed through the last of his episode.
"I... Oh dear. Alright. Alright- so let me see if I'm understanding this correctly. You want to go on a date with me, but one where nothing romantic or sexual happens, no strings attached to the whole thing. It would be an outing between us, but without all of the trappings of an affair? Husker? A sazerac, if you would," he said, gingerly taking the drink once it was offered, sipping it slowly with a bit of lingering mirth left in his eyes. It had been the first drink he had with a man in decades.
"... I'm not opposed. Not at all. What were you hoping to do? I'm very partial to jazz clubs if you're tapped out for ideas. I know you like a bit of song and dance, too."
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of anything he could've expected, laughter was not that high on lucifer's list of reactions. it wasn't on the list at all. but it was hard to think very straight anyway with the amount he'd drank at this point. all he knew was that he was frowning as alastor burst into hysterics, feeling a bit of a golden tinge on his face since it felt distinctly like he was being laughed at. great. the other holding onto him for those few moments had him nearly falling out of his chair before he straightened up and scoffed under his breath. but then? well, it looked like the demon understood him well enough through his ramblings after the confession, at least.
"yeah, exactly that. i don't get why either of us would want either of those things." his indignation ebbing away, he actually made a face. romance was one thing, and he'd already nixed the idea in his rushed explanation. but anything sexual? a brief once-over of the other confirmed such an attraction severely lacking.
his attention was momentarily taken away as the bartender slid him what appeared to be a glass of water as well, and lucifer quietly thanked him before taking a gulp to chase away the fuzz of intoxication. he let silence fall until alastor spoke again.
"really?" was the automatic response as he turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. "oh, i think a jazz club would be great. i haven't been to one in ages." the devil's mood visibly lifting at the agreement, he actually smiled.
"i'll have you know i'm a fantastic dancer. none of this weird modern stuff either. i love a good ol' fashioned swing dance." he had a feeling alastor could relate, since he couldn't see the radio demon partaking in any of the... unique dance fads that came up on his sinstagram feed. it was a funny thought, but that was the extent of it. "are you free next weekend? i know a place, if it's still open."
"Probably the last time I set someone on fire."
"Besides, I have no desire to be seen as attractive. What's the point of it? Actually, what's the point of it for you, even? Does being desired by strangers soothe the hole left in your life by Lilth's absence?"
oh, this guy was just asking for a fight, and lucifer was so immediately furious he shifted forms without a second thought and stepped closer to grab the front of alastor's jacket.
"you better watch your mouth. i don't know what the hell your problem is, but don't you dare bring her into this. i was just having fun. of course you had to aim so low for no good reason!"
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He kissed him deeply. A heated kiss in which he pushed Lucifer against a wall gripping his hip forward pushing his own hips forward pushing already heated budge against his lover grinding against him as he pushed his tongue into his mouth playing with his forked tongue.
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"Ooh lay lay getting carried by the king of hell to his bed. I mean. I think you should do that." He wiggling his brow some at him as he happily took his hand. "I just wanna cuddle ya real bad. A little bit of softness before bed ya know." He said rubbing his knuckles with his thumb.
he didn't expect jovanni to actually agree, but he certainly wasn't going to back down now. "cuddling sounds great. hold on a sec." lucifer pulled him closer by the hand before moving to pick up the other. it was a bit clumsy with their height difference, but he managed, and then carried him over to set him carefully into bed. "tah-dah! told you i was strong," he smirked, climbing onto the opposite side.
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@gcxingsuprnva a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
"you know..." oh, the cat sinner was making them strong today. it must've been a special occasion, or some earth holiday he'd neglected to care about. lucifer paused his words to scoff at the other, one hand holding his... fifth? apple martini, while the other was pointed at the overlord in a way that was almost accusatory. his eyes narrowed.
"it's too bad you're a piece of shit, because i think you could've actually been hot."
was he going to explain? he nearly didn't, focusing more on his drink and finishing the rest of it despite his words already slurring together. with the little glass now empty, lucifer set it down for another ( the bartender took it away instead of refilling it, knowing when to cut someone off ). funnily enough, despite the semi-compliment, he was glaring.
"not the— i mean, the tv head is a little weird. i mean the power and blah blah blah all that, could've been great... but hey, what can anyone expect from a sinner like you?"
ah, there it was. the insults. lucifer didn't seem to realize half of what he was saying, focusing more on the antagonistic part than whatever could possibly feed the other's ego. "it's a damn waste! get it together, boxy." he made a big, sweeping motion with one arm as he said it before crossing both with a huff.
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@anviled gets a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
the only reason lucifer was appearing at this shindig was because charlie insisted upon it. a part of pride that was destroyed had finally been rebuilt enough to warrant a celebration, and that part happened to be in carmilla's territory. unfortunately, the drinks were stronger than anticipated, and the devil was stuck sitting in a chair off to the side holding yet another cocktail in his lap to keep from making a fool of himself.
there had been idle chitchat between he and the overlord, thankfully she didn't call out the fact he was clearly inebriated, before he finally felt comfortable enough to talk about something other than infrastructure.
"you know, i remembered your name after vox's... thing." lucifer left out the part he looked into carmilla's background, like he did with all the other overlords to make sure there wasn't another lurking threat amongst pride's sinners. "i thought you were like him. he told me you built the machine, and... i really wanted to hate you too." but clearly, that wasn't how things ended up. he'd even kept the pocket watch she gifted him last month, having it on him now despite it not being currently in view.
"but you're actually..." he mentally flicked through a few slang words, nearly landing on lit, but thankfully deciding against it at the last second and keeping some sense of formality. "cool. you're pretty cool. i'm glad i didn't judge you like i wanted to."
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@dealingmanipulator gets a drunken confession // no longer accepting!
lucifer didn't normally drink to excess, but a chunk of sinners at the hotel had been celebrating some earth holiday about their country, and he'd gotten caught up in the revelry and excitement before he knew it. now, sat at the bar while everyone but him and the bartender were outside watching more pretty red white and blue fireworks, he glanced up as alastor took a seat.
the devil felt he should say something, but didn't know what. an insult was the usual thing, but he didn't really... feel like it? it seemed out of place considering recent events. he just swirled his apple martini and glanced down at the liquid, feeling a little bit of a sway in his body from the beelzejuice. say something already!
"... you know, i thought you were asking me on a date for a hot second the other day, when you suggested the theater." even the sinner behind the bar paused, but lucifer didn't seem to notice what he'd just blurted out. "not that— i mean you oooobviously weren't since you can't stand me and everything, but i was a little disappointed when i realized you weren't."
he continued to stare down at the drink, words clear despite muddling together a little, and then it appeared to finally click as his eyes widened and that startled gaze turned to alastor. "uh— shit, i didn't... i just, you know. i think it'd be fun? not all... romance-y obviously, but i think that's what'd make it nice? no weird expectations. like it's all obviously absurd, and that'd be... you know. fun."
lucifer abruptly turned away and downed the rest of his drink before setting his elbows on the bartop, resting his head in his hands. "fuuuck, i'm never drinking again—"
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"i could've eventually forgiven you, you know."
the words were slightly slurred, but lucifer knew exactly what he was saying. he stared down at the drink he held in both hands, sat in the middle of the bed wearing the overlord's shirt and little else, contemplating if he should finish it. he was never much one for whiskey, but well, it did the job. the burn and the buzz helped distract him from everything else he was feeling at the moment— like the flicker of self-loathing that had begun to make an appearance ever since their deal was created.
he slowly looked up and over to where vox was getting dressed.
"but i don't think i ever can now. not with..." lucifer gestured, at nothing but vaguely towards the other, and them himself, and then let out a single, humorless chuckle. "this." he felt suddenly like crying, and then laughing, oddly enough? it was a confusing feeling. he suppressed both impulses and instead set his glass down without caring if it spilled, and carefully laying back against the pillows to bring an arm over his eyes to hopefully stop the world from spinning.
"god, i think i actually hate you."
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