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Lucifer paces back and forth in his room, the most recent trust exercise assignment sitting on his desk as if taunting him.
“I want you to write a ‘secret admirer’ letter to the person on the paper that you’re given.” Charlie had said in before dismissing everyone for the day. “I know you probably won’t all love the person you’re assigned, so it doesn’t have to be like something I’d write to Vaggie, but I want you to at least try to make it sound like a Valentine. I’ll collect them leading up to Valentine’s Day and then pass them along to the recipients.”
Lucifer’s problem isn’t the assignment so much as who he was assigned. Looking back at the desk, the paper is still face down so Lucifer doesn’t have to look at the name. Out of everyone his little girl could have assigned him, she had to assign HIM. Out of everyone, she had to assign him the one person that he actually has feelings for.
“I should get it over with.” Lucifer shakes his head finally taking the couple steps it takes to walk back to the desk. “What would I even write. I don’t want to embarrass myself, and I can’t make it obvious that it’s me either. He’ll just burn it if he knows it was me.”
As the fallen angel goes to put pen to paper, it comes to him. A poem! Alastor would never suspect him of having the sophistication necessary to even know poetry let alone write one. All he has left to decide is what type of poem he wants to write.
Every attempt, Lucifer tried a different style of handwriting and a different style of poetry. Nothing he tries to write seems to come off anywhere near as sophisticated as he wants the poem to come out, but Lucifer is determined not to steal something from Shakespear’s works or any of the other poets from the many centuries that people have existed. At one point, he had tried searching for a poem that would describe Alastor, but his search of “Sonnet about someone cunning” only brought him what he assumes is part of that AI nonsense that everyone talks about. It wasn’t even a full sonnet. Lucifer had to come up with a couplet to end it, but he still couldn’t bring himself to use it. He has heard quite a few times from Charlie and the pink spider about how someone called Box created AI and that the technology steals the work of humans and demons alike to create sub-par versions of their art and writing. No, he added that one to his growing pile of rejected poems.
Finally, the king of hell gives up on some romantic poem. He was never one for poetry anyway.
Alastor,
I was going to write a poem, but nothing I could write could even begin to explain you, so I won’t waste your time on sub-par poetry written by a novice.
I admire you. I admire your strength. I admire your courage. I admire the way you strive to help with a goal that you don’t believe in. I admire the way you smile even in the face of certain death.
Perhaps one day I can see you with a more genuine expression on your face.
Signed,
Your Secret Admirer
Hours of trying to write romantic poetry, and all Lucifer has to show for it is a pile of papers that he hastily shoves in his desk drawer. He’ll rid himself of the evidence later. First, he wants to get his finished Secret Admirer letter to Charlie so she can deliver it to Alastor. As he heads down, he vaguely wonders who Alastor was assigned. Knowing Charlie and her attempts to make everyone get along, he wouldn’t be surprised if the red bastard was assigned to the pink spider or ever that bar tender… Musk he thinks the guy’s name is. No, that can’t be right. Maybe Mustard? Oh well, whatever the guy’s name, Lucifer knows there’s a lot of arguing between that guy and the Radio Demon. The only thing he knows for sure is that there’s no way that his little girl would assign Alastor as Lucifer’s secret admirer since Lucifer was already chosen to be Alastor’s.
“Done already, dad?” Charlie smiles warmly at him. “I honestly thought it would take you longer.”
“If I left it for later, I’d never get it done, sweetheart. You know how I can be. A real scatterbrain, ya know.”
“I’m just glad that you’re trying, dad. I know you can’t go to heaven like the sinners might be able to, but it’s nice to see you try and socialize and get better.” Her smile starts to seem a little forced. “I know it hasn’t been easy since mom left, and she abandoned you long before she left me.” Charlie sniffles a little before quickly going back to her normal cheerful self. She takes Lucifer’s letter to Alastor from him before quickly fishing a different letter out of the messenger bag that she has hanging from her shoulder. “Here’s yours. I’m so excited for everyone to get their letters. I’m just waiting on one more before I start taking them to everyone, but since you’re here, I might as well give you yours.”
Lucifer gives Charlie a hug before slipping off to his room to read the letter from his “secret admirer”. When he opens the letter, he’s confused to only see two words on the page, but what shocks him more than the lack of words on the page is what the two words are. Written in large angular text is simply…
“You’re Mine”