* SINFUL TYRANNICIDE !

                  @tmpttn··· liked for a lyric starter.

“       but to cry in front of you      ––––––     ”      and even now, her eyes are glassy as she tries to keep her cool   :       emotions     like     a     tide,       crashing       unto        the       shore  .       delicate fingers twist together,   the thought of disappointing her father weighing heavy on such a bleeding heart.        “   that’s the worst thing i could do.     ”

❛  is   it   now  ?  ❜            arms   crossed    &    eyebrow   raised  ,    he   looked   her   over  .       for   a   stature   taller   than   him  ,    she   looked   so   very   small  .       would   he   not   give   her   the   sun    &    the   moon  ,    if   only   she   had   asked  .       he   would   spin   the   stars   into   a   dress    &    the   sea   into   a   crown  .       a   love   so   unconditional   it   had   turned   to   stone  .       he   reached   out   to   her  ,    palm   to   her   cheek  :    a   mirror   to   his  .       her   grievances   a   mystery   to   him  .            ❛  then   cry  .       so   the   worst   can   come   to   pass  .  ❜

as    much    as    his    appearance  ,    however    mused    it    may    be  ,    was    immediately    recognizable   ───   the    name    was    less    so  .         she    saw    and    heard    of    hell’s    highest    and    his    deeds    more    than    his    name  ;      still  ,    lucifer    rang    true  .         ❛      mm  …      here  .     ❜         she    answers  ,         ❛      you    look    real    different    than    i    thought    you    would  .     ❜         spoken    word    came    relatively    calmly    even    as    the    girl    stayed    uncertain  ,    guarded  .

❛      i’m    talented  !     ❜         demon    suddenly  ,    sternly    insists  ;      the    more    important    subjects    of    their    conversation    made    quite    clear  .        ❛      bet    i    can    lift    you  ,    no    cheating  .     ❜         still  ,    deville    does    not    ignore    the    rest    of    the    others    statements  ,    glancing    around    the    boarded    up    kitchen    before    spilling    prior    train    of    thought  .        ❛      this    place    is    so    big  ,    i    thought    maybe    whoever    lived    here    had    ‘nough    to    share  .         didn’t    think    i’d    get    caught  ,    ‘cause’a    how    many    rooms    you    got  .     ❜

❛  oh  ,    i   don ’ t   doubt   it  .     ———but   i ’ d   rather   you   don ’ t  .  ❜           any   half - baked   demon   worth   their   weight   should   be   able   to   lift   lucifer  ,    he   was   not   very   large   or   heavy   to   begin   with  .       it   did   seem   they   had   different   definitions   of   ‘  talent  ’  ,    however   there   were   plenty   of   other   things   he   preferred   over   arguing   with   a   child   in   the   middle   of   the   night  .       and   no  ,    being   lifted   by   a   child   half   his   size   was   not   amongst   them   either  .

            Alastor smiles ( though to be entirely fair, Alastor is always smiling ) as Lucifer proceeded to condemn not only the prospect of redemption from Hell’s pentagram …but the motives for it as well ; from goodness, to innocence, then for religion as a whole. However, it isn’t as though the radio demon can find any part of the King’s tirade that he sees fit to disagree with. Truly, it did always seem that those who preached goodness were only doing so in an effort to control the actions of others and usurp their autonomy – and where was the fun in that?? Knowing what every individual would do and precisely how the story would else …why, Alastor couldn’t imagine that reality to be entertaining whatsoever! Though that didn’t necessarily mean that true good didn’t exist – certainly not! But perhaps it wasn’t what one might find beyond a pair of pearly gates …no, that sounded much more akin to the sort of goodness that Lucifer had been describing – the authoritative and decisive kind that manipulates others to cow to it. 

            In Alastor’s experience ( not that he had much regarding any semblance of good, true or not ), true goodness usually didn’t speak its name, nor did it attempt to curtail others to its will – it simply didn’t need to. True goodness was humble, and forthcoming, and had an implausible manner of drawing people to it in spite of its inherent foolishness. A curtain of blond hair and a winning smile passes through his memory like the stroke of a paint brush, and he wrinkles his nose before dismissing the notion. Instead, he holds up one gloved hand to politely dismiss the other’s purposefully ironic pleasantry regarding forgiveness.

            ❝ – Why, balderdash! I’d hardly discredit your poetry as ‘ rambling ‘ my good man! ❞ He assures, tucking his cane into the crook of his elbow and folding his arms neatly into the small of his back as he meets the other’s step. The step falters, however, as the royal comes to a stop to address the other, and Alastor’s smile only grows broader and sharper at its edges for the thinly veiled threat offered him. Oh …how charming. Not in the manner that a warning from one such as the Lord of Hell shouldn’t be taken quite gravely, of course – and it was! But Alastor knew that he had nothing to fear from it, considering that he had no intentions of betraying or sabotaging Charlie’s efforts! After all, to do so would be to sabotage the newly found source of his own entertainment! Why ever would he facilitate his own sheer boredom? It was truly laughable! But no, the charm of the threat was the result of an entirely different attribute!

            ❝ – HA - HA - HA! ~ Why, now that’s what I call entertainment!  PASSION,  my dear fellow! The raw reality of unbridled emotion! The loving defense of a daughter by her adoring father ; why, that’s precisely why I’m here! Your darling little spawn shares that heartfelt passion of yours, and I just can’t get enough of it!! You have nothing to fear, old sport! She’s well aware  of the differences in our motivations ; I was entirely candid with her from the very beginning! Regardless of that rift, I have every intention of backing your little demon doll’s project to the best of my abilities! Whether or not it succeeds the way she so desperately hopes it will – I’m sure it will be very entertaining ~ ❞ 

                  alastor   flattered   him   again  ,    though   it   wasn ’ t   worth   questioning   whether   or   not   it   was   genuine     ———     such   trivial   notions   didn ’ t   quite   matter   in   the   end  ,   after all.       hell   remained   the   same   place   regardless   of   whether   or   not   everyone   were   to   speak   what   was   truly   on   their  heavy   heart  .       it   was   simply   a   factual   truth   lucifer   didn ’ t   look   to   have   a   true   filter  ,    he   seemed   to   just   throw   out   whatever   seemed   to   be   on   his   mind   at   the   moment  .       usually   it   was   passive - aggressive  ,    but   alastor   appeared   to   bring   out   the   direct   approach     ———    which   didn ’ t   seem  to   offend  .       how   very   pleasant   !       there   were   few   who   simply   accepted   lucifer ’ s   mood   shifts  .       he   was   simply   a   snake   in   the   grass   in   the   end  ,    the   only   difference   was   that   his   head   bore   a   crown  .

                  his   smile   strained   slightly   at   the   laughter   to   his   threat  ,    before   shaking   his   head   dramatically  ,    eyes   to   the   ceiling  .       a   snort   escaped   him  .       even   if   it   hadn ’ t   quite   sounded   like   a   threat  ,    most   demons   did   recoil   at   the   mere   thought   of   a   threat   from   the   king   of   hell  .      this   just   showed   how   long   it   had   been   since   he   had   been   amongst   semi - peers  .       (  alastor   would   not   last  .  )       demons   in   hell   had   grown   stronger   with   time    &    thus   commanded   more   respect     ———     something   lucifer   was   prone   underestimate  ,    but   he   knew   a   like - minded   individual   whenever   they   spoke    &   never   faced   any   consequences   for   his   own   judgement  .       power   was   only   one   aspect   of   living   in   hell  ,    adaption   was   another  .       he   himself   had   settled   this   eternal   damnation    &    he would   be   the   one   to   see   it   perish   as   well  .

                  the   sheer   fetishization   of   ‘ passion ’   did   allow   for   a   pause  ,    however  .       perhaps   it   was   just   a   semi - protective   nature   speaking   again  ,    but   he ’ d   rather   alastor   did   not   show   such   passion   himself   towards   his   daughter  .       not   that   he   truly   feared   for   such   a   possibility  ,    as   he   deemed   it   unlikely  ,    but   it   carried   a   certain   disdain   coming   from   lucifer  .            ❛  however   much   lies    &    treachery   are   simply   another   part   of   HELL ’ s   everyday   drag  ,    i   am   inclined   to   believe   you  .  ❜            alastor   had   a   certain   air   about   him  ,    one   akin   to   a   siren ’ s  .       at   first   glance   he   seemed   to   be   quite   trustworthy  ,    however   underneath   such   a   facade   was   a   killer  .       which   in   itself   mirrored   lucifer   himself     ———     he ’ d   made   his   name   with   charm   &   misguided   trust  .       pretending   to   be   what   one   was   not  :   the   best   version   of   oneself  .      and   while   alsastor   was   not   the   first   to   turn   this   strategy   on   lucifer   himself  ,    he   was   the   first   with   whom   lucifer   seemed   to   allow   it  . 

@hellheiress​  said  :     daddy? how did you know? like, really, really now, that mom was the one for you? i mean, you've been together /forever/ and i just.... i want something like that. how did you know it wasn't a mistake or that it wouldn't fall apart?