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He didn’t want to. He just did not want to.  But, here he was, being dragged by his daughter Charlie, away from his beloved workshop to watch some Sinner sing.  Normally, he had no qualms or protests to some music, but when it was being performed by a lowly Sinner, and an annoying, bitchy one at that, he wished to avoid it at all costs.

“Come on, Dad. Stop dragging your hooves!” Charlie smiled, as they made it to the elevator.  "Alastor is doing a really nice thing for us.  Giving us an evening of music and entertainment from when she was alive.  Husk is even making some special drinks for us.”  The elevator doors closed, and Charlie hit the button for the foyer.  “We might get a glimpse into Alastors life.  She doesn’t share much with us, so this is going to be really fun.”

Lucifer noticed Charlie was dressed in a red, sparkly, beaded dress, a look that was very popular during the time Alastor was alive.  He smiled, she looked very pretty.  “I’m guessing it is fancy dress? You look very beautiful tonight, my duckling.”

“Oh? Thank you, Dad.  But, yes.  Alastor asked the theme to be 1920’s or 1930’s, so the girls are all in flapper dresses, and the guys are all done up in their best suits.” Charlie blushed, pulling a strand of hair from her face.  “I’m sorry that I dragged you away.  I should have let you get ready.”

“Not to worry.” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and his outfit changed from his white slacks, boots and waistcoat, to a black suit with red details, his bowtie untied, giving him a dishevelled look, whilst his hair was slicked back, bar a rogue bit of hair hanging over his forehead.  “There we go. Will it pass?”

“Of course! You look great!” The elevator doors opened, and both walked out into the foyer, where they were greeted by Vaggie, dressed similarly to Charlie, but her dress was white and suited her grey skin perfectly.

“I see you managed to coax your Dad down?” She giggled, as Lucifer shook his head.

“More that she almost dislocated my shoulder by dragging me down here.”

“Hey! Its a nice group activity, and I want everyone to have a nice time!” Charlie puffed her cheeks in annoyance as Lucifer and Vaggie just laughed.

“Calm down, babe.  We’re all here now, and I’m sure Alastor is ready to go.  Though I did see Niffty just dash in with a needle and thread, and I swear some antiseptic? I don’t know, but it may have been a bottle of whiskey.”

“Perhaps she's having a wardrobe malfunction, but why don’t we grab a drink?” Lucifer assured, making their way to the bar, currently being manned by Angel.

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“I’m sorry, boss! I don’t like hurting you!” Niffty squirmed, as she saw Alastors face etched in pain.  She currently had her bare chest revealed to Niffty, a large wound slashed across her breasts and ribs.  The little bug was currently stitching up the wound again, which unfortunately had reopened.  “Maybe I shouldn’t have recommended the red, corset dress?”

“It is not your fault, my sweet little bug.  A woman’s vanity is her worst enemy.  I shouldn’t have let my shadow pull so hard on the strings.”  Alastor reassured the little lady, who gave a small smile, and she tied the last suture.  “Thank you, little one!”

“Hey, Boss! I brought you your whisk…. AHH!!! Sorry, Boss!”  Husk made his way into the room, but immediately covered his eyes and left the room.

“Gentlemen knock, dear Husker.” Alastor growled, as Niffty pulled the dress over her breasts again, careful not to touch her fresh stitches.  “Niffty, dear? Can you go to my room and retrieve my white, feather boa? I need something to disguise my chest.”

“Of course, Miss Alastor.” Niffty jumped down from her chair and scuttled out of the room, but first stopped before Husk and said.  “She is decent now!”

“Geez, Boss.  When are you going to get that thing looked at properly?” Husk entered, and handed a glass of whiskey to the woman, who took it happily.  

“I think that is none of your business, my sweet pussycat.” Alastor giggled, taking a sip of her drink.  “Why don’t you run along.  I’m sure everyone is waiting on your drinks.”

“Whatever. Suffer for all I care.”  Husk mumbled,as he exited the room, almost knocking into Niffty, who returned with her boa.

“Would you like me to attach it to your dress, Miss Alastor?”

“Of course, my dear. I couldn’t trust it with anyone else.” 

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“Madam Rosie! I didn't know you were coming?” Charlie beamed, rising from her seat to greet the Overlord, who giggled as she kept a tight hold on Husks arm.

“Well, I never miss a chance to see sweet Alastor sing.  She is such a siren when in front of an audience.”

“I have to see it, to believe it.” Lucifer commented, as Rosie came to sit down beside Charlie.  “All I ever heard coming out of her mouth is self important nonsense.”

“Well, that voice is what she is best known for.  It helped her gain souls and become the powerful Overlord we all know and love.” Rosie smiled, as Charlie smiled and nodded in agreement, as Lucifer just rolled his eyes.

“My, my! I do not take too kindly to disrespecting my friends.”  Lucifer jumped, when a hand slammed down on the table in front of him.  He looked up and saw Alastor glaring down at him, her long, red hair covering one half of her face.  “I’m surprised you even showed up!”

Lucifer stared at the woman before him.  Her hair was styled into a soft wave, the length just hitting the middle of her back.  Her long lashes fluttered, as her black lip and gloss shined in the low light.  Her body was almost sewn into a red, sequined dress, topped with a white boa, hiding any cleavage , much to Lucifers dismay.  She frowned.

“No retort, your Majesty?”

“Oh, Alastor! You look absolutely stunning! Did your wou…” Suddenly a tentacle was slapped across her face, catching the cannibal off guard, Charlie frowning.

“Alastor!”  Charlie felt a small tap on her hand and saw Rosie chuckling into her other hand.

“Oh, not to worry, my dear Princess.  It’s a little thing we do from time to time.  It is just a jest.”

Alastor smiled. Rosie was one of the few who knew about the wound across her chest, sustained during her fight with Adam.  She was actually the first to find her and help clean the wound and stitch it up for the first time.  She appreciated her quick thinking during her slip of the tongue just now and blew her a kiss.

“I can’t help but notice that you happen to have caught the Devil's tongue, Alastor.” Rosie winked, as Lucifer broke out of his stupor, clearing his throat.  He rose to his feet and bowed and took Alastor's hand and kissed it.

“I must swallow my pride and admit that you are looking dazzling tonight, bellhop.”  Alastor looked down at him wide eyed, rendering her speechless with the compliment.  “You brush up well.”

“Hmm, well it seems quite shallow that you only seem to compliment me when I’m all gussied up.  Is my normal look not pretty enough to be noticed by you, Sire?”  Alastor snatched her hand, wiping the kiss Lucifer had just set upon it.

“Okay, you two. Enough flirting!” The pair turned to see Angel walking up with a drink for Rosie, setting it down before her.  He had his hair swept back, and dressed in a sparkly black suit.  “Husky has done your sound checks, Al.  So you can start any time.”

“Thank you Angel, dear.” Alastor grinned, beginning to walk away from the group, her hips swivelling from side to side, catching the attention of Lucifer yet again. She chuckled.  “Please your Majesty, it is rude to stare.”

“Huh? Hey! I wasn’t staring at you. I was staring at…. Um…” Lucifer began to look around, his face flustered as he noticed his daughter looking at him perplexed, but hid a small giggle behind her hand.  

“Dad, don’t worry. We all admit Alastor is looking stunning tonight.  But it is rude to stare.”

“Auntie Rosie!” Suddenly a young girl came running to the table, setting herself down beside Rosie, who came to fuss over the girl.  “Am I late? Did I miss it?”

“Of course not, sweetie.  She is just about to start.” Rosie smiled, tenderly rubbing her thumb across the girl's face.

“Hello! I’m Charlie! And this is my girlfriend, Vaggie.” Charlie chimed, taking an interest in the girl, as she removed her cloche hat.  “Are you here to see Alastor?”

“Hi,” She whispered, covering her lips and blushing into her shoulder, raising them up as if to hide.

“This is Lumiette. She is also an acquaintance of Alastor.  I invited her to come see Alastor, as she has not seen her for seven years.  I thought it unsafe during the Extermination battle, as I feared she may get hurt.  As you can tell she is quite shy.”  Rosie smiled, as Lumiette just waved, pushing a strand of hair from her face, revealing a bright red moxie on her cheeks.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Lumiette.  Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.” Charlie beamed,, as Vaggie smiled widely, Lucifer raising an eyebrow at the girl.  “This is my Dad, the King of Hell, Lucifer.”

“I know…” Lumiette whispered, glaring at him, catching Lucifer off guard.  “Did you say she was starting soon, Auntie Rosie?”

Alastor suddenly sent a rhythmic hum through her microphone, as if working in a way to silence her small audience. But as that melodic hum travelled through the room, it seemed to activate something in Lucifer.  It was taking him back to a memory from very long ago.

1929 New Orleans

Lucifer walked the brightly lit, bustling streets.  Music was playing from every corner, trumpets blasting their tunes for all to hear.  People smiled and laughed, others danced in the streets, but a police presence was everywhere, as it was the age of prohibition after all.

The reason he was in New Orleans was that he wished to travel and see as much of the world before his summoning ran out.  He had just made his way from Mississippi after a man, he believed his name was Robert, wished to sell his soul to be able to play the guitar.  A bit frivolous, Lucifer thought, to sell his soul just for that ability, but he couldn’t deny anyone who wished to partake in music.

“Come witness the Beautiful Doe! She is just waiting to sing for all to hear!”

Lucifer looked up at the man who was shouting, and took a leaflet he was handing out to anyone interested in his words.  On the leaflet there was a drawing of a beautiful lady, her hair covering half of face.  She looked to be wearing a beaded dress, as the drawing was cut at the waist to allow for text.

Come Witness Our Singing Sensation,

The Beautiful Doe

Enjoy A Set of Jazz, Blues and Burlesque (Thursdays Only)

Every Night on the Auclair Barge

Dock 6.

Departing at 8pm

Lucifer looked at his pocket watch, and saw it was 7:45.  He always enjoyed music.  His wife was a musical superstar in Hell, so it was a given that he would be intrigued.  He tipped his boater hat at the man handing out the leaflets and made his way quickly to the docks.

He saw quite a long line, mostly men it seemed, probably turned on by the aspect of burlesque, no less.  As he got to the front of the queue, his eyes flashed and the woman at the podium instantly went blank.  She took the velvet rope and unhooked it to allow Lucifer entry. He tipped his hat to the lady, and broke the spell.  It was a handy little trick to have when you possessed none of the earthly funds.

Inside sat a number of tables, some single and others for a larger party.  The room gave off a warm glow, as the lanterns on the walls sat at a low luminance.  The windows of the barge were covered with velvet, deep red curtains, giving the place a more enclosed feeling like a private club.

He took a seat at a single table by the stage, the small tealight holder glowing a warm yellow.  He heard a set of heels behind him, and saw a waitress walking up to him.  She was dressed in a purple flapper dress, as her blonde hair held a sparkly headband with many feathers coming from it.

“Welcome to the Auclair Barge. What can I get ya when we set off, toots?”  She spoke with a strong accent, but Lucifer couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“What is on the menu?” He asked, as the woman put a hand on her hip, rolling her eyes.

“Ya not a cop, are ya, handsome?” She said, raising an eyebrow to him, as Lucifer laughed and shook his head.

“Trust me. I’m the King of breaking the rules.”

“Good, cause we got alcohol, honey, and we are not afraid to serve it. My name is Mimzy, by the way.” Mimzy cheered, letting out a small giggle.  “What can I get for ya, hun?”

“Could I get a malt whiskey on the rocks?” Lucifer asked, as Mimzy wrote down the order.

“Can I interest you in our Special Fried Chicken, or Chicken Wings? Made fresh on the barge by our sweet lil chef, Evangeline?” Mimzy asked, as Lucifer pondered. He had not tried any earth food yet, so he chose to give it a go.

“Some Chicken Wings please, miss.”

“Coming right up, toots.”  Mimzy smiled, waving her fingers as she walked away. Lucifer thought what a strange little lady.

He suddenly heard the whistle of the steamboat, and slight movement as the boat began to set sail down the river.  He saw the lamps go down dimmer on the walls, and a tall man began to make his way from the bar, with a drink in his hand.  In his other hand, he held a microphone, its lead stretched tight from the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” The man started, slowly making his way to the stage.  “I welcome you to the Auclair Barge, a place of music, girls, alcohol, good food and fun.  My name is Alain Auclair, and I own this fair establishment.”  As Alain came close to Lucifer, he felt a weird energy come from him.  It felt sinister, controlling.  The perfect fit for an illegal establishment, it seemed.  “Tonight, we are all in for a treat.  As always, my beautiful daughter will be singing her little heart out, and as it is Thursday Night, that means its Burlesque night.  So, we get to see a lot more of her tonight than any other night.”

The crowd cheered, but Lucifer felt disgusted.  This man seemed to revel in the looks, talents and body of his own daughter.  He was using her for his own gain.  He couldn’t believe doing such a thing to his own daughter, Charlie.  She was the apple of his eye.  His little Princess.  The thought of exploiting his own daughter made him sick.

“Of course, that is later in the evening, gentlemen, so please calm down.” Alain laughed, as the crowd let out a unanimous chuckle of their own, minus Lucifer.

“Whiskey on the rocks, and Chicken Wings. Enjoy, toots!”  His order was set down in front of him and he instantly took a sip of his whiskey.  It was cool and smooth, settling his anger a bit.

“Now, a young lady who needs no introduction, my daughter, Alastor.” Alain stepped aside, as the curtain raised on the stage. 

The crowd cheered, as the curtain revealed a beautiful, auburn haired woman.  Her skin was the colour of coffee with just a hint of milk.  She looked to almost be sewn into a red, beaded dress, showing off her ample cleavage, which Lucifer found quite risqué for the time.  A slit in her dress was cut to just before her pelvic bone, revealing her long, smooth legs.

She leaned forward into the mic and hummed melodically to silence the crowd.  The show was about to begin.

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“HUSKER!” Alastor hollered from the stage, stomping her foot on the ground angrily.  “I thought you sound checked? Why is the music so fuzzy from the speakers? I can’t work in these conditions!”  She walked off the stage, Niffty holding out her hand to aid her down, which Alastor accepted.  “Thank you, my little bug!”

“I DID!” Husk snarled from the bar, watching as Alastor began kicking one of the speakers, one of her hands placed delicately over her chest, grimacing slightly.  “Perhaps it has something to do with something else?”

Suddenly, the room glowed a luminescent green, as Alastor's figure began to grow, large black antlers piercing through her perfect, manicured hair.

“Maman!”

Suddenly the young woman, Lumiette, ran over to her, Alastor’s demon form immediately disappearing.  Her eyes went wide, as she saw the young lady before her, but softened as she reached out and embraced her.

“Maman?” Charlie, Vaggie and Angel said in unison, as Rosie sat at the table watching the sweet reunion of mother and daughter.  Lucifer just rubbed his temples, the hum of Alastor's voice making his head hurt.

“Maman! What have I told you about taking your anger out on Mister Husk? He is trying his best” Lumiette huffed, as Alastor released her and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry, my little fawn. I’m sorry you had to witness that.  But, what are you doing here?”  Alastor caressed her cheeks, her thumbs covering the moxie on her cheeks; it was not a favourite feature on her daughter.  “Also, why are you not wearing your make up? You know how I feel about those red spots!”

“I’m sorry, Maman.” Lumiette said sadly, “but since you’ve been gone, I've embraced a more natural look. I’m proud of them. Why should I hide them?”

Alastor bent down to her daughter's small height; she only reached her breasts, and glared at her angrily.  “You do realise who you are in company with?”

“Oh? I’m sorry, Maman!” She snapped her fingers, and suddenly her moxie had disappeared under a film of make up.  “I never thought! Auntie Rosie never mentioned anything about them being here.”

“It’s alright, my love.  Charlie, I do not mind, as she has a tendency to not notice things a lot, but it is… him.” Alastor looked over in the direction of Lucifer, Lumiette peering over her shoulder as well.  He was still rubbing his head, a look of confusion on his face.  “Avoid him. He is not worth your time, Faline.”

Alastor stood up straight, setting a hand on her chest again, hissing as a stitch pulled.  Lumiette looked at her mother in concern, taking her hand.

“Are you okay, Maman? I saw a clip on the internet of you getting hurt by that Angel? Whether it was real, I’m not sure, but you know how much Vox has been since that one sided breakup.”  Alastor looked nervously away from her daughter, and began to walk to the table towards Rosie.  “Maman!”

“Rosie? I see you brought a handful of mischief to my little show?” Alastor completely ignored her daughter, her full attention on Rosie, who sat chuckling.

“Well, it was not the intention, but I thought it would be nice.”

“This is your daughter, Al?” Charlie asked, peering at Lumiette, who stood glaring into her mothers back, tapping her small hoof in the floor.  “I didn’t know you had children?”

“The less you know of someone, the safer her loved ones are, Charlie dear.” Alastor sighed, crossing her arms, looking over her shoulder at  Lumiette.  “But yes.  This is my beautiful daughter, Lumiette Auclair.  We died together, if only a few days apart.”

“Auclair?” Lucifer murmured, catching everyone's attention, “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“Husker? Have you checked the setup again?” Alastor walked away quickly, Lumiette following quickly behind her, looking to be bickering with her mother.

“Woow! I always thought she was frigid, even when she was alive.  Hard to believe she has a daughter.” Angel laughed, sitting down in Lumiette's now vacant seat.

“Auclair? Auclair? Where have I heard that before?” Lucifer continued to mumble, as the others spoke amongst themselves at the shock of Alastor's daughter.

“Welcome gentlemen.  I see some familiar faces, and a couple of new ones,” The woman said huskily into the mic before her, peering at Lucifer through her long lashes.  “It’s Thursday night, and I know what you all came here for, minus the alcohol.”  The crowd cheered and wolfwhistled, as Alastor caressed the mic stand suggestively.  “But, let's leave that for later, shall we?”

Music began to play from the sides of the stage, an array of trumpets and strings playing a bouncy tune, as Alastor began to swivel her hips leaning into the mic.

♫“To be or not to be,

That is not the question

Cause I decided long ago to be!

With me, it's what to be,

Now making some suggestions,

Good or bad, which is the best for me?♫

Her voice was smooth and sultry, floating seamlessly through the air.  Her body movements were flirtatious, blowing kisses to the audience and flicking her hair.

♫When you’re after love and laughter,

That aggravates you.

Some reformers,

Say a warmer climate awaits you!♫

Lucifer smirked. He knew where that meant. He knew from personal experience.

♫If it’s naughty to rouge your lips,

Shake your shoulders and shake your hips,

Then the answer is, “Yes, I’d wanna be bad!”

The crowd cheered at this statement, some clearly already intoxicated, and they had barely made it down the river. It seemed he was in for a rowdy night, and so was the beautiful jazz singer.  He saw her roll her eyes, her expression going to that of annoyance, but she continued.

♫If it’s naughty to vamp the men,

Sleep each morning till after ten,

Let a lady confess,

Yes I want to be bad!♫

The crowd let out more catcalls and whistles, and even Lucifer was getting irked by the disruption.

“You too, sugar?” Lucifer looked up and saw the singer was talking to him. She turned to the raucous crowd.  “HEY! THIS IS MY SHOW, NOT YOURS! DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE ALLIGATORS IN THE RIVER? I WILL GLADLY SHOW YOU TO THEM!”

“YOU CAN’T TALK TO US LIKE THAT?! YOU’RE HERE TO ENTERTAIN US! SO, IF YOU WANT TO GET PAID THEN…”

Suddenly, a snake wrapped around the man's neck, and sunk its teeth into his jugular vein.  People gasped and screamed, as blood began to gush from the man's neck, his friends trying desperately to put pressure on the wound.

“Hmm, it seems that snake agrees you’re a big mouth.” Alastor sighed, looking at her perfectly manicured nails.  She peered down, and saw the man by the stage had disappeared, but suddenly reappeared wiping his mouth on a napkin, soiling it in red. She blinked at him.

“Would you like to continue, miss?

Alastor fluttered her lashes, putting a delicate hand over her lips to hide the smile that was growing on her face.  She giggled.

“I don’t think that would be favourable in the current circumstance, unless you wish for a private show Mister…?”

“Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.”

“Oh my! How devilish. Someone is a bad boy, in name and actions.” Alastor smirked, hearing the music stop.  “Hmm, it seems my show is cut short.”  She stepped off the stage, and stood before Lucifer, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.  “May a lady sit down?”

“Of course!”  Lucifer jumped from his seat and held it out to her, grabbing an abandoned chair from another table. 

 “Thank you!” She leaned an elbow on the table and rested her head upon her hand, her chest in full view to Lucifer.  Her other hand reached for his thigh, rubbing it up and down, making Lucifer glow a bright yellow, catching Alastor off guard.  “Oh my, we are a little different, aren’t we? Never thought I’d be able to make the Devil blush?”

“I’m not the…”

“I saw you with Robert Johnson, and that man was terrible at the guitar, and now he can suddenly play Pop Goes The Weasel? No, you’re definitely the Devil. I saw you both at the Crossroads a couple of days ago.  I had to do a private show at some rich landowners' place.”

“Wait… you know who I am?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the woman, who just smiled mischievously.  “And you’re not scared? Why?”

“If you must know, my father does not seem to be what people think he is,” Alastor started, turning to look in the direction of her father, who just stood smoking on a cigar, unfazed by the whole scene before him, “ for he is of Eldritch descent.”

It finally clicked with Lucifer.  The strange aura that emanated off the man, the weird glow coming from his eyes.  He looked up at Alastor, a stunning beauty, noticing now that she had the same glow melting from her eyes, a subtle green contrasting against her dark lashes.

“My father has a picture of you, and the other Sins in his office, though the picture of your wife has pride of place above his desk.  He is completely enamoured with her.”  Alastor sighed, releasing her hand from Lucifer's thigh, and laying it on the table.  “As you can see, he has projected a lot of her qualities into me and my act.”

“Do you not enjoy singing? Entertaining?” Lucifer asked, turning back to her, and ignoring the whole scene behind them.

“I do, but it is not on my terms. I am his property, and his to use and exploit… same as my mother.” Alastor sighed, picking up one of the chicken wings, and taking in the aroma.  “My mother is the chef on this boat, using her amazing recipes for my father’s gain.  None of us earn a thing from this whole venture. He tells us that we should be happy we have food and board.”

“That does not seem right? And I’m the Devil! Have you both ever thought to run away from this?” Lucifer asked quietly, noticing the man ‘Alain’, almost sure that was not his real name, was watching them.

“With what money? I said we earn nothing from this.”

“Allie? Are you okay, sweetie?” A small woman emerged from the stage, an apron around her waist and running towards Alastor.  “One of the gals told me a snake attacked a man. Are you okay, my fawn?” She set a hand on Alastor's cheek and smiled lovingly at the girl, as she leaned into the contact.

“I’m fine, Maman. It was just a heckler. He had it coming if you ask me?” Alastor giggled, as the mother shook her head.

“I do wish you would stop being so dark, Allie. You sound so much like him.”

“Oh, Maman, I am only joking,” Alastor laughed, waving her hand at her mother, but side-eyed Lucifer as if to say, ‘or am I?’.  Mother, may I introduce a new patron? His name is Luc…”

“Luke! My name is Luke!” Lucifer stood up and bowed to the older woman and held out his hand for a handshake, which Alastors mother granted.

He gave the name of Luke because he could see the cross hanging from the woman’s neck, and the outline of a set of rosary beads in her apron pocket. She was clearly a believer of God, and highly religious, so he did not want to fear this fragile looking woman.

“Oh, well, I am Evangeline.” Even her name sounded religious.  “What a charming man.  Allie? Isn’t he a one off in a place like this, hmm?” Evangeline giggled, as Alastor rolled her eyes.  She leaned down to her daughter and whispered, “snatch him.”

“Oh mother, I do believe he is taken. Don’t you see the ring on his finger? We’re too late, I’m afraid.” Alastor pouted, but Lucifer magically made his wedding ring disappear.

“What do you mean? There is no ring there, Allie!” Evangeline frowned, making Alastor do a double take, then glaring at Lucifer who smirked.  “As long as I know you’re okay my dear, I’ll leave you two to chat. Au revoir, Luke!”

“Bonne nuit, Evangeline!” Lucifer cheered, watching the woman walk slowly away, turning around one last time to wink at her daughter.

“No wedding ring tonight? What would Lilith say?” Alastor whispered, her hand returning to Lucifer's thigh, the man grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, I don’t know… have a good time, my love?”

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“Maman! Will you stop ignoring me!” Lumiette snarled, grabbing her mothers arm, causing Alastor to stop, the grasp making her stitches pull.  She grimaced and held her chest tightly, Lumiette coming to her aid, fussing frantically.  “Mama! What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? What did I do? I’m so sorry! Forgive me!”

“Be careful, Ms Lumi! Ms Alastor has fresh stitches!” Niffty whispered, bringing a stool to her owner, allowing her to sit down.

“Stitches? Mother! Why didn’t you tell me? Does Auntie Rosie know? I can’t believe your injured! Why haven’t you healed? It’s been three weeks!” Lumiette spoke quickly, pacing back and forth as she talked, her hands waving frantically, catching the attention of the small group they left at the table.

“Pride is a wonderful thing, Miss Lumiette.” Husk growled, taking a slug of alcohol from the bottle he was holding.  “She doesn’t want to appear weak.  She hasn’t left the Hotel since the rebuild.”

Alastor glared at the cat demon, who just walked back towards his bar, proceeding to pick up a glass, and polishing it with a rag.  Niffty stood before her, a glass of her favourite whiskey in her hands, holding it up to her.  She took it, and looked up at her daughter, who stood squeezing the bridge of her non existent nose.

“I apologise, my sweet, little fawn,” Alastor took a sip of the drink Niffty offered and sighed.  “It is an angelic wound, sustained from an angelic weapon.  My body is failing to heal, and I know my only way of healing is to…”  She took another sip, glaring over at Lucifer, who now sat scratching his chin, deep in thought.

“Ask my father?” Lumiette said, looking over at the now mumbling man, pacing back and forth.

“Alastor! What in the Hell do you think you are doing?” Alastor immediately stood to her feet, fluffing her hair, as a towering man loomed over her.  “What have I told you to do when the crowd gets like this?”

“Keep singing, Father…” Alastor spoke quietly, peering down at her feet.

Lucifer watched the interaction and frowned.  He continued to watch her be pulled by the arm and dragged backstage by her own father.  He stood to his feet, and straightened his lapels.  He stomped after them, his heels clicking in the hard wood, catching the man's attention.

“Can I help you, sir?” Alain asked, glaring angrily down at Lucifer, who just shook his head in amusement.  “What’s so funny?”

“For a man who keeps a photograph of myself in his office, you sure aren’t an observant fellow, are you Malvada?”  Lucifer grinned as he saw the look of realisation appear on his face at the mention of his real name.  He had figured it out, once he saw the horned shadow moving across the walls; the Eldritch who commands the shadows.  “I cannot help but notice the disrespect you hold towards your own daughter.  I, as a father of a daughter myself, would never manhandle her, or talk to her like how you just did.”

“I understand, my Lord, but you do not understand the things this woman does to make me angry.  She deserves all she gets, and she will listen to me, do what I say, if she wants to continue holding on to all this fame.”

“You gain more with honey than vinegar.” Lucifer said, watching as Alastor cowered and tried to pull her arm from her fathers grasp.

“I’m sorry, my Lord, but I don’t wish to take advice from a man who hardly sees his daughter.”  Malvada stomped away, dragging Alastor as he did, leaving Lucifer dumbfounded at the sheer audacity he had to talk to him like he did. His horns began to protrude from his forehead, making his boater hat tip up slightly, but caught himself before anyone noticed.

He took a deep breath to settle his anger and stormed after the duo, nonplussed that he was walking within the staff areas, all of them staring at him.

“Hey, sugar? I wouldn’t recommend that if I were you?” He looked behind him and saw the waitress who served him earlier, another tray of chicken wings balanced delicately on her small hand.  “I can tell that you’re unhappy with how he is treating Al, but trust me when I say she can handle herself. She’s a tough cookie, just like her Mom.”

“Alain and I are old acquaintances, and I have something to settle with him, if you don’t mind.” Lucifer growled, his eyes glowing a rosy red.

“Well, if ya sure, muffin.  Rather you than me, honestly.” Mimzy sauntered away, cracking a joke with another waitress, her laugh loud and brash.

“Mister Luke? What are you doing back here, sweetie?” Lucifer turned and saw Evangeline standing wiping her hands on her apron.  She cocked her head and smiled.  “is everything alright?”  Suddenly, shouting and screaming erupted from behind the door Alastor and Malvada disappeared behind.  “Oh no!”

Evangeline slowly slid back into the kitchen, her head down, trying to ignore the noise coming from the room, but Lucifer could see the pain it was causing across her face. Lucifer frowned and barged his way in.

Inside, he found Alastor cowering on the floor, covering the right side of her face, clearly struck by her father, hovering above her.  Her dress was tore, exposing one of her breasts, which she quickly covered at the appearance of Lucifer.  Malvada stood above her, his fists at his side, his shoulders stiff with anger, as his foot lay heavy on Alastors ankle, preventing her from getting away.  He glared at Lucifer.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you I didn’t need any advice on how to raise my daughter…. Your Majesty!”  He pushed harder on her ankle, making her scream.  “Or is this something else? Has my daughter tickled your fancy? We could come to an agreement and I can loan her to you for the night? My other patrons may be disappointed, but for the price I’m willing to ask, it’s worth it for this travesty of an evening.”

“Father! Please! I am not a harlot!” Alastor begged, trying desperately to release her leg. 

“I think we sailed that ship long ago, Alastor dear. You’re the most sought after in New Orleans!” Malvada laughed darkly, grabbing Alastor by her hair and yanking her towards him, finally releasing her leg.  He forced his lips upon hers, making Alastor scream into the kiss, her hands beating on his chest.  He released her and licked his lips, as he threw her to the ground, a quivering mess.  “Clean yourself up.  You’ve still got a show to do, if King Lucifer refutes my offer.”

Lucifer stood shocked. Shocked by what a father did to his own daughter.  He may have been the Devil, the King of Hell, and people believed that he condoned this, but he did not.  He was the absolute opposite of what everyone was made to believe he was.  He could not let this type of behaviour stand.  The torture this woman was receiving, from her father no less, made him sick.

“How do you find this type of behaviour acceptable? Abusing your own daughter. Do you think you’re showing off to me? Putting on a little show?” Lucifer began to step slowly towards Malvada who just frowned. Suddenly a staff, topped with an apple appeared, and slammed it on the floor, a large hole opening up to the rushing waters below.

Malvada melted into the shadows, and glared at the King, who looked unamused to have avoided his trap.  An alligator snapped up from the hole, and Alastor moved further away from the hole.  Malvada appeared beside him, but swiftly struck him with his staff, making the man grimace in pain.

“There is no such thing as sneaking up on the Devil. Especially from such a lowly demon like you.” Lucifer cackled, summoning a glass jar, holding it out to the incoming attacking shadow, where it was sucked into the vessel.  “You act tough, but you’re nothing to me!”  He chuckled low, as Malvada snarled up at him.  “What will Lilith think when I tell her all about you? How you treat women. How you treat your daughter. And after all the things Lilith has done to make women equal to men?”

Malvada's face froze, the threat of this all being reported to Lilith making him step back. He rose to his feet, and bowed to the King.

“Hmm, I thought so…” Lucifer growled, smashing the glass vessel which held Malvada shadow, who proceeded to cower at his feet.  He closed the hole with a snap of his fingers and walked towards Alastor, whom just gave him a small smile and hid herself behind her brown hair.  “Are you okay, miss?”

“She’s used to it.” Malvada grunted.

“You were not permitted to speak!” Lucifer bared his horns, his golden crown appearing above his head, the gold snake hissing, making the man cower once again.  Lucifer turned back to Alastor, who was rubbing her ankle, noticing it had swelled to twice the size it should be; Malvada must have broken it.  “Here,” Lucifer laid his hand on her ankle and a golden light emanated from his hand, reaching out and healing the other wounds around her body as well, “that should make you feel better.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore…..” Alastor gasped, moving her ankle from side to side.  She felt her face and smiled, as the swelling had disappeared from her eye.  “Why, thank you, King Lucifer!”

“Please, just call me Lucifer.” He winked, holding out a hand to her, which she took to help her to her feet again.  She held her ripped dress to her body, being sure not to flash the King again.  “Oh, let me fix that for you.” His fingers clicked again, and the dress looked as good as new.  “Can’t let you go on stage like that, now can we?”

“So, we don’t have a deal?” Malvada grumbled, as Lucifer sighed in exasperation.

“You really do not know when to close that big mouth of yours, do you?”  He turned to Alastor and held out his arm.  “Might I escort you to dinner, Miss Alastor?”

“It won’t be much of a meal if it is my own mothers coooking, will it?” Alastor raised an eyebrow questionably at the King.  “Plus, if I have to remind you, we are on a boat?”

“That’s not a problem for me.  I can transport you and I anywhere you want like,” Lucifer clicked his fingers, Malvada lunging at him, catching on that he was about to disappear with his star act.

“WAIT…..”

Suddenly, they disappeared into a a puff of red smoke, leaving Malvada couching from the powdered dust.

“Fuck! This means I have no choice but to put Mimzy on stage.”

Chapter Text

Alastor coughed, as Lucifer waved his hand to clear the cloud of smoke. She saw him look up at her and smile nervously, the cloud finally dissipating.

She looked around and found that they were sitting on a bench overlooking the river, the sun slowly setting on the horizon, the sky blending from blue to orange as it lay lower in the sky.  The fireflies floated happily in the air, lighting up the air.  Out on the water she saw the barge moving slowly away.  It was so nice to be off that boat.

“The town seems to be in high spirits tonight.” Lucifer said, standing up and watching the people dancing and performing on the streets.

“It is Mardi Gras. It’s a fun celebration that we celebrate in Louisiana every year. Pity about prohibition though and the police roaming the streets.” Alastor explained, rising to her feet as well, brushing down her dress.  “Shall I show you to a quaint, little restaurant I have taken a liking too? It serves a lovely venison, with a beautiful jus.”

“If that is what the lady wants, it is what the lady gets.” Lucifer bowed, holding out his arm to hook onto, which she accepted.  He saw her shiver slightly, noticing the chill coming off the water.  “Are you cold? Here.” He clicked his fingers, and a beautiful, sparkly shawl appeared around her shoulders.  The sequins shined in the low light from the sunset, and it took Alastors breath away.

“This is beautiful. I can’t accept this…” Alastor said shyly, as Lucifer just grinned wide.

“Of course you can. You’re a beautiful woman and deserve beautiful things. Shall we be on our way?”

“Ah, yes.  It is just down the pier. Whether they can fit us in at this time is another question…” Alastor hummed, leading Lucifer down the pier, but they were suddenly stopped, as Alastor was grabbed by the arm.

“Hey, toots. Why waste your time with a short ass like that, when you could be with a real man?”  The man slurred, Alastor pulling her arm from his grasp; she had been manhandled enough tonight, thanks very much.  “Ooh, feisty…”

“A real man treats a lady with respect, plus he doesn’t stink of alcohol from twenty feet away.”

“Can I kindly ask you not to touch her?” Lucifer stepped forward, glaring up at the man who stood at least a foot taller than him.  “I’ll have you know, I don’t hold back when provoked.”  Lucifers eyes glowed, and the man went blank, standing in a stupor before them.  “Let’s go, Allie.  He won’t be a problem any more.”

“What did you do?” She asked, proceeding to continue down the pier, leaving the man drooling in the middle of the wooden walkway, other people staring at him strangely.

“Just a hint of hypnotism. He’ll be fine.” Lucifer grinned, watching as Alastor pulled her shawl tighter around herself.  “Let’s get to the restaurant. You still look cold.”

“Not really,” Alastor started, holding tight to Lucifers arm, “ I just do not enjoy be touched without consent, or that men feel they have a right to me.  It just shakes me some times.”

“Understandable. It seems your father has put you through a lot.  Those anxieties are valid. I’ve been through a few traumatic things as well, so I understand, if it makes you feel better batter?”  They turned a corner, as the street lamps began to glow. Alastor noticed Lucifers eyes glow each time a man came anywhere near them, making them turn right around and walk the other way.  She blushed.

“You don’t have to keep all the men away from me. I can look after myself. But… it’s kind of attractive.”  She saw Lucifer blush, clearing his throat, lowering his head in an attempt to hide this.  “Oh, right here!”

They stopped before a red wooden cabin, sitting upon a wooden platform.  Boats were parked in the water below, some revellers laughing by the docks.  They climbed the stairs, their shoes making loud clicking sounds on the hard wood, catching the revellers attention.

“Evening, you two! Sorry to inform you, but Sally's is closed tonight.  Her husband got locked up again.” 

“Oh… how disappointing.” Alastor sighed sadly, as Lucifer helped her down the steps again.

“Hey, you’re Alain’s girl.  I thought you’d be working tonight? Not like him to give you a night off?” One of the men laughed, raising an eyebrow at her, licking his lips.

“Let’s go, Lu.”

“oh, I get it. Did this guy pay for an evening? On a little date with a resident whore, Mister?”  All the men laughed, as Alastor tugged at Lucifers arm, attempting to pull him away from the men, but he refused to move.

“Hmm, well if you’re all sitting under a pier, drinking, I’m guessing you have no families or wives to go home to, and you take pleasure in judging other people? What sad, sad little lives you have.  When you get to Hell, you won’t know what hit you.”  Lucifer said to them, making the men snarl, but their boat was capsized into the water.  “Better be careful, there is alligators in those waters.”

“Why do you defend me so? I don’t deserve it.” Alastor worried, watching the men struggle to get their boat the right side up.

“Because I have been judged as well, and I have learned that it is better to fight than to take it and accept it.  Do not be afraid to lash out. You can dish it out. You proved it on stage. I know it is hard to be called a whore or a harlot, or a demon and a threat to the foundations of Heaven.” Lucifer smiled sadly, as they continued up the pier again, the men in the water shouting after them.  “Is there anything else you would like to do?”

“Why don’t we just go and have a coffee? It would be nice to get to know what makes the Devil tick.” Alastor chuckled, as Lucifer grinned.

“Hey, do ya think Lumiette looks like someone?” Angel asked, peering over at the woman stood beside a seated Alastor.  “I can’t put my finger on it…”

“Charlie?” Lucifer asked, as Angel clapped.

“That’s it. She looks just like Charlie!”

“Hmm, now that I look at her, she really does look like Charlie.”  Vaggie agreed, tilting her head, and narrowing her eye.  “Blonde hair, bright eyes, and i swore she had moxie on her cheeks, but maybe I'm wrong?”

“Huh, what are you talking about? I just wanted to ask Charlie a question!” Lucifer frowned, finally looking in the direction of Alastor and her staff, plus a mysterious young woman.  “Who’s that?”

“That is Lumiette. She’s Al’s daughter!” Charlie smiled, but frowned at him in confusion.  “Dad, she’s been here at least fifteen minutes and you’re only noticing her now? Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I think some of the hum from the microphones made my head go a little fuzzy…. I’m ok.”  Lucifer laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.  “What happened to the show? Don’t tell me Alastor lost her touch?”

“No, she is having problems with the sound.” Rosie said, rising from her seat.  “I’m going to go and check if everything is alright.”  Rosie sauntered over, and put a hand on Alastor's shoulder, making her jump.  “Is everything alright, dear?”

“Niffty. Husker. Can you go join the other group please? I want to talk to Lumiette and Rosie alone.” Alastor ordered, as Niffty nodded, dashing to the table and clearing it immediately, making Angel growl that he had not finished his drink.  Husk just mumbled something incoherent.  “Rosie, wh…”

“Before you start. No! I will not fix your staff. You broke it, you deal with it, my dear.” Rosie pinched Alastor's cheek, as Lumiette just watched the scene.  “You must learn to deal with your own problems, and not rely on others to fix them… just like when you were alive.”

“I did that to protect Lumiette!” Alastor snarled, as Lumiette put her two hands on her shoulders, holding her away from Rosie.  “And why did you bring her here? You knew that man was staying here, but yet you still brought her.”

“I have to keep you on your toes, Al. Plus, Lumi really wanted to see you. It has been seven years!” Rosie pouted, as Lumiette smiled shyly down at her mother who just rolled her eyes.

“Seven years that you made me disappear for!” Alastor growled, folding her arms over her bosom, but hissed when she accidentally touched her stitches.

“Well, if I don’t ask, I won’t get, now will I, my little pet.”  Rosie giggled, putting a delicate hand over mouth.

“Auntie Rosie, I don’t like it when you call Mother your pet. It’s not fair.  She only did what she did to protect me.  You shouldn’t hold your deal so flippantly above her head.” Lumiette spat, catching both women’s attention by the bitterness in her voice.  “You know I am a threat to you Rosie, so I advise that you hold your tongue with my mother.”

Alastor smirked, as Rosie sighed in defeat.  She brushed down her dress and turned to leave, swishing her dress in the air.

“When your daughter loses her attitude, come and see me, Al.  We will have a discussion in private, when this place finally opens.”  She waved her hand at the pair, and left through the doors, leaving Alastor and Lumiette alone.

“Auntie Rosie! I’m sorry!” Lumiette called, running after the Overlord, Alastor sitting and holding her chest, her broken staff in the other. She sighed sadly. She never felt so alone.

“...and then he fell straight through the stage! It was absolutely hilarious!” Lucifer laughed, recalling an evening he spent with the Sins, and Mammon falling through the stage at Asmodeus’s lounge.  “I never laughed so hard before.  The fact he fell into a crate of penises just put the icing on the cake.”  He wiped a tear from his eye, as Alastor smoothed the rim of her wine glass with her finger, creating a harmonic trill.

They had finally found a nice restaurant that could seat them.  They had a delicious dinner of venison, the night finishing off with a strong black coffee.  Alastor was leaning on her hand, listening intently to him, a soft smile on her face.  Her other hand continued to rub the rim of her glass, which Lucifer quickly took into his and brought it to lips, setting a soft kiss upon it.

“Lucifer…” Alastor blushed, batting her eyelashes as she leaned forward a little more, “anyone would think you have taken a liking to me?”

“Is it that obvious?” Lucifer kissed her hand again, slipping his tongue out, tasting her; a sweet caramel coffee, with just a hint of bitterness, just as he thought.  “You taste delicious.”

“Delicious? That’s not a word I get called very often?” Alastor took her hand from him and laid it under her chin, so she now leaned on both hands.  “It might be the alcohol talking, but I must say that the Devil is incredibly handsome.”

Unbeknownst to the restaurant, Lucifer had tainted the water they supplied for their table, turning it into a beautiful Shiraz, which they had managed to drink at least two pitchers of.  Alastor giggled, her shawl falling off one shoulder and baring her beautiful, caramel coloured skin.

Suddenly he felt a foot rising up his leg, Alastor smirking devilishly.  Her foot reached his knee, and he took hold of it and ran his hand up her ankle, gaining a breathy gasp from her.  He smirked; she was coming on to him.

“Why don’t we move this somewhere more private?” He leaned in closer to her, mimicking her by putting his head on the top of his hands.  “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?”

“Where were you thinking?” Alastor rose from her chair, and leaned over him, giving a full view of the valley of her breasts, she pushed her arms inwards, lifting her breasts ever higher.  “I don’t believe the Devil has any residence in New Orleans?”

“Hmm? Have you not heard of 3319 St Charles Avenue?” Lucifer rose to his feet as well, offering to take her hand.  

“But, there is no 3319 there? It goes from 3317 to 3321?” Alastor queried, giving her hand to him, and both walking around the small table.

“I like to keep it hidden…”  Suddenly, a puff of smoke transported them to two grand front doors, their colour a bright red, as the golden door knockers were shaped like apples.  He put an arm around Alastor's waist and guided her inside, as the doors opened with a small push from Lucifer.

Inside, the walls were decorated in an ornate, white and red, striped wall paper, gold detailing bringing out the intricate details on the design.  Alastor's heels clicked loudly on the floor, and she noticed it was pure white marble.  Looking around, she saw a lot of rococo style furniture, gold gilding shining in the light, as the gold thread in the fabric glimmered.

“Whiskey?” Alastor looked down and saw Lucifer handing her a glass of her favourite, amber drink.  She smiled, and took it gratefully, taking a sip.  Bold and brash.  Just like Lucifer.  She set her glass on the table beside her and began to stroke his hair.

“We found somewhere quiet… would you like to make it a little loud?"  One of her hands trailed down his neck, her fingernails scraping delicately on his skin, making him catch his breath in his throat.  “Have I taken your breath away? Wouldn’t you like to taste more of me?”

“Alastor… you don’t have to do this?” Lucifer breathed, but his mouth was suddenly caught in a warm kiss.  He felt her cup his cheek, his hands instinctively coming to cover hers.  He melted into the kiss, his tongue desperately needing to be in her mouth, as he licked her lips mercilessly for her to open, so he could taste her sweet nectar.  She broke the kiss, and stared at him lustfully through hooded eyes.

“But I want to… how else am I going to repay you for such an eventful and wonderful evening?”  She twirled a strand of his hair with her index finger, pursing her lips, waiting for Lucifer's answer.

“Oh, fuck it!” Lucifer growled, clicking his fingers, and both he and Alastor lay on a soft, luscious bed, the fur bedspread soft under Alastor's bare back.  He kissed her hard, catching her by surprise, finally gaining access to her mouth.  They both moaned loudly, as Alastor hooked one of her legs around his waist, bringing him closer.

She felt his hands explore down her body, brushing past her breasts, and grasping tightly to her hips.  He released her mouth and began to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and finishing at the top of the valley of her breasts.  Her hand came to her side and she pulled the zipper of the dress down, hoping Lucifer would take the hint and finally start fondling her breasts.  He pushed the fabric away, much to Alastor's glee, and began to fondle one breast with his hand, as the other was showered with kisses and nips to the sensitive skin.

This was new to Alastor.  She had never willingly wanted to have sex with a man before.  She was always rented out and told what the patron wanted, and she was to oblige.  She felt so used, and more as a play thing than that of a woman.  She was not allowed to feel pleasure, only to give it.  But this.  This was different.

Here was the Devil, treating her as if she was a fine china.  Every stroke felt like soft petals on her skin, sending a thrill to her very core.  Even before this, he treated her with so much respect and value.  She felt worthy of her very existence for the first time in her life.

His eyes were suddenly on hers, staring brightly as he began to pull his shirt from his body.  For the first time, she noticed he had no nose, and she giggled slightly.  He frowned.

“What’s so funny?”

“I only just noticed you don’t have a nose…” Alastor brought her hand up and stroked her thumb across where the appendage should be.  “So cute.”

He captured her lips again, Alastor's teeth catching on his lip.  He groaned, as he grasped her hip again, holding her tight against him again, and gasped into his mouth as he thrust against her.  He pulled her dress lower, and Alastor slipped her legs from inside, leaving her only in a pair of panties, which sent a chill through her, as the cold chill in the house caught the moisture.

“Are you ok? You shivered.” Lucifer asked, as Alastor blushed.

“I just realised how cold it is here…due to my…” Alastor blushed harder, her face going a bright red, as Lucifer lowered his eyes, peering at her crotch and smirking.

“Am I getting you all worked up?” He leaned down and whispered, clicking his fingers and a roaring fire erupted in the fireplace.  “We better get you warmed up then.”

Suddenly, Lucifer was on his back, Alastor sitting on top, her breasts moving from the movement, Lucifer unable to take his eyes off.  She leaned down and grazed her teeth along his neck, her hands exploring his chest, feeling every scar and divot that graced his torso.  He felt her breasts against his pecs, rubbing softly against his skin, his hand grasping her chin, enveloping her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

They both moaned, Alastor’s hands beginning to undo Lucifer's belt and slacks, her hand making its way inside and Lucifer breaking the kiss by gasping her name.

“Al..Alastor…”