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Lucifer looks down at the papers sitting in front of him with a heavy sigh. He picks up his drink off of the counter. He tilts it back and finishes the rest of it off before sitting it back down on the counter. He runs a hand through his hair. He sway a bit on his feet as his hip pumps into the cabinet below the counter. He leans over the counter, with his elbows firmly planted against the counter.

He bites into his bottom lip. He wanted to throw up. His stomach was curling with the little bit of dinner he had managed to eat earlier. His arms tenses before relaxing and then tensing again.

His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest. He tries to take a shallow breath to try and calm himself but it doesn't work.

The blonde haired male shakes his left hand, trying to get the nervousness and jitters out.

Moments ago, Lucifer had gotten done speaking with Charlie. They had a long and hard discussion about Lilith and their future as a family. With Lilith phone call and then her appearance at the hotel, it had left an uneasy feeling between the two of them. Tension that couldn't be erased and words that needed to be said.

There was a lot that Lucifer had done wrong. But he wanted to change and do what is the best for Charlie.

And that started here.

He knew that he should have done this a long time ago. Hundreds of years really when Lilith had first presented the papers to him. But a stupid stubborn part of him hadn't wanted to go through with it. There was still, a much smaller part now, that still didn't want to go through with it.

Absent mindlessly, Lucifer rubs the ring on his finger. A habit he had formed thousands of years ago when the two of them had first exchanged the rings. He wore it everywhere and felt naked without it. But…

Did it really mean much when the person you thought loved you disappears without warning for 8 years?

His mouth tasted bitter - sour - almost at the thought. It left his mouth dry and tight.

Even still, he knew that Lilith didn't want to be married to him any more. She had flat out told him so multiple times leading up to her leaving.

It was him that was keeping it for happening.

It was always his fault.

His thumb falls away from his ring. He tries to focus back on the papers in front of him. But the words looked wavy and as if they were lifting up off the paper.

He couldn't focus on what it said. He needed to check everything over once more before signing.

But he didn't want to loose Lilith.

If… If he signed these papers he wouldn't be married to Lilith anymore.

But that's what she wanted, so it what he wanted to - right?

He didn't want to be divorced because he still loved Lilith. Or at least he thought he still loved her in some form. Did he idolize her more than he should?

But what about red eyes and that grin- No he shouldn't be thinking of him right now of all times.

He was just conflicted over what he wanted and what he had to do.

Lucifer pushes his stomach against the counter as he tries to steady himself. At some point during his spiral, the room around him had some how started to spin.

He places a hand on his forehead as he takes another deep breath.

Yes he wanted to cry and fall apart like he had all those years ago. He could feel the darkness of depression slowly creeping up his back.

He was going to loose Lilith.

The thought made his throat feel tight all over again. A tear streams down his cheek and falls against his arm.

He shouldn't be crying about this. It was his own damn fault that everything was falling apart and that everyone knew about it!

Everyone in this shitty hotel knew due to Lilith.

Maybe that's why it made things feel more ‘official’ this time. It wasn't just a select few who knew about it.

Lucifer hand curls up. He could feel his nails burying into the palm of his hand.

The amount of sympathy looks that he had gotten from just about everyone in the hotel was about to drive him crazy.

Anytime he would sit down at the bar for a drink Husk always seemed to have something to say about what was going on. Like ‘Hard day signing papers?’ or ‘Needing a drink to distract from your thoughts?’

Or just how while walking through the hallways of the hotel someone would ask ‘How’s the divorce going?’ Someone had even asked if they could fuck Lilith since they wouldn’t be sharing a bed anymore.

It wasn’t even that he disliked the thought of Lilith having another lover. At one part in there relationship, they both had seek out different bed partners. Hell he was pretty sure that Lilith already had someone else and Lucifer was at least intreated in someone. (No he wasn't he lies to himself.)

They were as old as the earth, older even in his case. They had tried everything and anything you could imagine.

So why…?!

That wasn’t the point, though.

It frazzled Lucifer that just so many people knew of the divorce at this point. Over the past week he was always getting reminders of it.

He had went back to the palace the day Lilith appeared in the hotel and called herself his ‘soon to be ex-wife’. It had taken a full day to look through all the discarded paperwork he has been ignoring for who knows how long.

That night had been hard. He doesn't know how long he had sat there at his desk staring at the papers. He wasn't sure how many times he had broke down crying, wishing that this wasn't his life. Wishing that he had died all of those countless times he had tried.

But by the morning, somehow, the paper had been filled out. All he had to do was run things by Charlie and sign off on it, which part of that is what he had done minutes ago.

He mostly wanted to run it past Charlie to make sure that what Lilith and him both got in the divorce was ‘fair’ to say and out of the three of them in the family, Charlie was the most level headed with this kind of stuff.

To him material stuff didn't really matter. When you have created and seen hundreds of thousands of universes created by your own hands; when you had breathed life into a new angel; and seen the creation of man, a house that you own didn't seem that important.

He just knew if he went to Lilith about it, somehow, someway, it would end up in a fight. It was better to, sadly, go to his daughter and look it over.

He also wanted her to know what exactly was listed in the papers. A third party that would know the details of the ‘deal’ that they would be signing.

Because in a way, that's what this was. A deal between two very powerful beings on how exactly things in hell would be split between them in their separation.

Lucifer picks up the pen that sat beside the papers as he bites into his bottom lip, again. He flicks the pen between his fingers as he tries to read over the papers again.

Divorce Papers

In The Superior Court Of Wrath Ring Of Hell

In The Marriage Between: Samael Morningstar and Lilith Morningstar

Date of Marriage: XX/XX/XXXX

Date of Separation: XX/XX/2017

Place of Marriage: The birth of Hell

Grounds For Divorce: Failed Marriage

Attached Should Include:

• Details on division of assets and debts

• Relevant Financial documents like home ownership, income statement, and property

• Current custody arrangement even if child is not a minor

• Birth Certificate for all children

• Health Insurance and who provides it

• Temporary Orders

• Social Security Statement

• Separation Agreement

• Expenses for various life expenses

• Inheritance

The rest of the paper goes on to explain what each of the bullet points meant and list of examples of what counts and what's was allowed to be submitted into the courts. Along with each attach document he had found.

Lucifer could already hear the deep sigh that Satan going to be letting out when he looks over the paper. I mean, Lucifer debated for a solid hour with if Charlie's hotel counted as an ‘Inheritance’ or ‘Life Expense’.

At the bottom of the last page sat Lilith signature from years and years ago. He slowly runs a thumb over her signature. He was sure that even after all these years, her signature hadn't changed at all. He was certain that it would look exactly the same as it did back then.

It still had that movie star quality to it to. She had worked a long time to get her name perfect. From the way the ‘L’ in Lilith stretched all the way under the rest of her name and ends with a heart after ‘Morningstar’.

His heart feels like it stills for a moment. He felt like he was getting pulled back into the memories of her. The love that they once shared and the relationship that they had once had.

His heart was heavy at the memories and thought of it. All for it to end up her. It almost felt… well wasted.

…

Click.

Lucifer slowly looks up, his vision slightly blurred from tears to see-

The blonde scoffs and whips away his tears. He shifts on his feet to stands up a bit straighter.

Across the counter island Alastor was bent at the wrist. He had one elbow on the counter holding onto the straw in his glass, filled with some sort of red liquid. He really didn't want to know what or who that had came from.

The radio demon eyes were only focused on Lucifer as his ears twitched on top his head, taking in every sound around them. And Lucifer swears he could see the slightest movement against Alastor's back.

He wasn't looking of course. Just…. Noticed….

Lucifer clears his throat and looks away from the other male as he feels a soft blush raises on his face.

“What is it that you want bell hop?” Lucifer asked.

Alastor let out a small hum. He pulls himself back from the glass of blood he was drinking to leans himself onto his other elbow.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Alastor asked, his grin grows wider as he spoke every word.

Lucifer stares at Alastor with a slightly open mouth. The audacity of this man to ask such a thing. All Lucifer could do for a solid minute was stare at Alastor. One of his hand laid flat on the surface of the counter top.

“What the fuck Alastor?” Lucifer asked, finally being able to speak up to the other male. He places his hand against the counter.

Alastor sits one of his hands down on the counter top. His nails slowly lightly tap against the counter. He lets out a small hum.

“How about…” Alastor slowed his words. To Lucifer it seemed like he leans in closer to Lucifer from over the counter as he spoke. The static in his voice had been set aside, letting his trans Atlantic accent fully come through. “We paint this town red, doll?”

Lucifer blinks. And blinks again. And again. And yet Alastor was still there. He wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

What was even going on?

“We can go raise a little Cain tonight, if you are willing.” Alastor says with a flick of his ear. He gives a small wink to him that made Lucifer heart flutter just a bit.

Hold up….

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” Lucifer asked his eyes narrowing at the radio demon.

Alastor lets out a satisfied hum and takes another sip of his drink . When he raised his head this time, he tilts it to the side.

“And if I am?” He asked. His voice smooth, sending shivers down his spine leaving Lucifer feeling breathless.

He had to brace himself against the counter. This couldn't actually be his life. This was insane.

He literally had his divorce papers sitting in front of him and Alastor trying to smooth talk him at the same time.

His brain felt like it was blue screening and he could read what error message was on the screen. He felt so confused. He wasn't even sure what was real or fake at the very moment.

“I-…” Lucifer tries to speak but nothing flows off of his tongue

“Cat got you're tongue, your highness?” Alastor says. “I think there's something else that you would to have on your tongue?” His tongue slips out of his mouth to swipe against his bottom lip.

Lucifer wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't use to this side of Alastor. This flirty, slick, almost playboy-ish personality of Alastor's.

He was use to the sarcastic, bitter, standoffish Alastor that he sees everyday. Or the Alastor that creep-ed in the shadows, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Or the Alastor that was a bit softer around the edges when it was only the two of them. That was the version he had slowly been falling for. (Though he wouldn't admit it to himself.)

So this was new to him.

Very, very new to him.

Was this what he would do when he was human to lure in his prey?

Lucifer knew - vaguely - of the crimes that Alastor had committed while he was human. It wasn't unusual for him to talk about the people he killed and why he did it. But one thing that he never really spoke of was the way he had done it.

He didn't talk about the pretty words that he would say to men. Or the looks that he would give them. Lucifer had to read between the lines of what Alastor meant by how he got many of his victims to follow him into the woods.

Lucifer feels himself recoil a bit.

The whole situation felt like it was some sort of dream.

“I'm literally about to sign my divorce papers, Alastor.” Lucifer mumbles.

“Well don't let me get in the way of that. I don't mind watching your pretty face as you do.” Alastor says. Easily picking up his drink to take another sip from it.

Lucifer eyes glances between Alastor and the papers. He tries to shake off the strangeness of Alastor being here and doing whatever it was he was trying to do.

He flips through a couple of pages, before landing on the separation agreement. This was one of the things that he really wanted to double check and make sure everything was correct on it.

It was probably just his anxiety that were making him so nervous that he was also going to screw this up but with his history, it's better. To be careful than not.

Lucifer hadn't even fully read the first sentence on the page when black nails sit on the top of the page.

Lucifer eyes flickers up to them and then to the person that hand was attached to.

In the split second from going from Alastor hand and nails to his face, the other male grasped the paper and pulls it closer to him like some cat.

“Alastor-” Lucifer hissed as he tries to reach out to grab ahold of the papers again, only for his hip to hit the counter. Alastor didn't even have to move, Lucifer was to short to fully reach over the counter to grab them back.

He narrows his eyes at the other male. He was just assuming that Alastor was playing with him again, trying to get some sort of rise out of him and sadly Lucifer was to emotionally tired to even try bubble up and sort of emotions like that.

“This little thing is what's causing you so much trouble, doll?” Alastor asked dangling the papers in front of him. He held the packet of papers by the corner as if touching the rest of it would poison him.

Lucifer sat his hand back down onto the counter watching as Alastor finally sits the papers back down. At least they won't get ruined now that they were sitting down on the counter.

Alastor roams his eyes over each paper. He was silent as he does

“You should change this.” Alastor finally says pointing at the paper. He even pushes it closer for Lucifer to see.

“I- What?” Lucifer asked confused.

“This page, if you signed this Lilith could possibly use it against both you and Charlie to get an upper hand during a situation with Heaven. With Charlie's plans and your hatred for the ones who cast you out, Lilith could easily twist things. Not to mention how she's able to ‘empower’ sinners right? You wouldn't want to have to deal with something like that.” Alastor says looking back down at the papers. “I suggest redrafting it.”

It was an easy suggestion but it had Lucifer swaying on his feet once more.

He swirls his hand in the air to get a copy of the paper that Alastor had been talking about so he could look over it himself and -

Oh.

Lucifer eyes flicker up as he watches Alastor pick up his drink to take a sip of his drink. A burning blush lights up on and face.

Oh.

Lucifer wasn't to sure how to feel. He had struggled so much with this document and here Alastor was, walking in and easily pointing out many problems that neither Charlie or him had seen. Satan probably wouldn't have even blinked at the either. They were powerful and practical untouchable but Alastor wasn't.

“Did you forget I was an overlord deer? I deal with contracts practically everyday but there's certainly a deal I woul-” The words die on Alastor lips as he peaks up at Lucifer. Lucifer couldn't form any words. He just nods his head as a tear slips down his cheek.

He could see how Alastor body stiffen, he was unsure for a moment. Freezing because he didn't know what to do with Lucifer.

It wasn't uncommon for Lucifer to cry around Alastor, especially when they were drinking and ranting about anything in the world. But this was different. There wasn't any alcohol in sight. Alastor had walked into the kitchen on his own accords and… And he had helped Lucifer not get stuck in a bad deal.

He could feel his breathing pick up for a split second. He had tried shoving any thoughts away that Alastor would even have an inkling of liking him. He had always rationalized everything with ‘Alastor is Ace. He's just being friendly.’ But…. But…

Alastor slides himself around the counter to stand right beside Lucifer. He gently cups his hand on the blondes face, before leaning down and pressing his lips against his forehead.

“It's going to be okay mon amour.” Alastor whispers. Lucifer could feel the shakiness of his breath against his skin as he pulls back from Lucifer.

The blonde haired male looks up at the other. His hand rest on Alastor's chest. He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just letting himself rest in the moment that Alastor had made.

Lucifer closes his eyes and take a deep breath, hands lightly grips onto Alastor shirt.

“Thank you.” Lucifer says, letting out a long steady breath.

Alastor doesn't reply and Lucifer doesn't expect him to. The radio demon pulls away from the king of hell, slowly. He doesn't do it fast, as if to not scare him.

Lucifer watches as he nods his head. He turns back to the counter to reach out for the papers that he still hasn't signed as Alastor makes his way to the door of the kitchen.

He leaves without a word. As Lucifer picks up his pen again, he couldn't help but stop the plush that covered his face.

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Alastor leaves the kitchen. One of his hands move to fix the tie he was wearing.

Al large grin spread over his face as he places his other hand behind his back, that held onto his staff. His teeth grinds together as he mumbles to himself. “I will get that man pregnant one day.”

He hadn't notice, or more so hadn't cared that as he walked out he had pasted by Lucifer daughter who stared at him with large eyes.

As Alastor walked away from the door, a soft glow radiates outwards before dimming.

Alastor doesn't look back but the smile on his face grows.