My 'MorningStar' || DiaLuci || Omegaverse Au

Chapter 13

~ No one's pov:

Disbelief.

"Why is he here?"

The room immediately silenced at the question directed by the certain fallen angel. Everyone on the table turned towards Lucifer, whose glare were stern and sharp.

Mammon looked around at the others with an awkward expression at Lucifer's question. He moved his chair closer to his older brothers' and bumped him slightly.

"Hey, bro. Ya don't need ta look so obviously disliking his presence here-"

"Oh but I am calm, I was just asking for a reason why he should be here at a wrong time."

Mammon shut his mouth at the sarcastic response from his older brother and slides his seat back to its original spot, taking a sip on his drink.

"Now, Lucifer, I invited him since I'll have a meeting with him soon. That's the only reason why he's here, alright?"

Diavolo reassured him, hoping that Lucifer would accept that without any problem. Making the fallen angel scowled even more but brushed it off as he takes a sip of his own drink.

"Am I a bother?"

That voice made Lucifer halt, his pupils glanced towards the newly invited guest with an annoyed mask. Just hearing him speak makes Lucifer want to gag.

"Very."

The fallen angel's answer made the person scoffed.

"Guess whatever happened at the meeting this morning hasn't done yet? Why are you so cautious around me anyway?"

"Because your reasoning into getting that meaningless event to happen is so stupid. Especially when it's the week where Asmodeus couldn't attend."

"Ah, that's what makes you unsettling, is it? Or is it because it will make Diavolo even more busy to pay attention to y-"

Slam.

Lucifer slammed his glass on the table and made it shattered around his fist and food. Mammon immediately stood up from his seat and pulled on Lucifer's wrist from the shattered glass.

"Lucifer."

Lucifer's gaze turned towards the prince, who had his eyes slightly widened at the sight of the fallen angel's bleeding fist, though Lucifer didn't look like he's in pain.

"Yes, Diavolo?"

"..You should be more careful."

The prince looked worried and it made Lucifer's heart soften. Lucifer turned back towards Mephistopheles, and hummed in response. Standing up and pulled his hand from Mammon.

"Fine. I'll leave first."

Ignoring his brothers calling out to him, Lucifer turned his heels and walked out of the dining hall. Assumed to be getting to bed early.

His younger brothers couldn't let a word out after watching him leaving the dining hall, for the second time.

But this time, he's bothered by Mephistopheles' presence, and not because of his secondary genders' (omega) pheromone released from thinking about a certain alpha.

Once Lucifer was out of sight, Mephistopheles gave a low chuckle at the door that Lucifer left at and turned to Diavolo.

"I can tell he's holding in something inside him. And you're not gonna tell me?"

Diavolo leaned back to his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the noble with his eyebrow raised;
"What exactly should I tell you about, Mephisto?"

"The fact that Lucifer acts like an omega when they felt their alpha would be stolen by other."

Diavolo silenced, only making Mephistopheles' smirk grows wider. While Mammon glares the noble to the skull, Satan might as well do that too.

Leviathan only glanced at his brothers' fierce aura, the twins had a grumpy and scowl expression towards the noble as well, and Asmo.. couldn't careless about the suffocating atmosphere around him.

The 5th's eyes are on Solomon; whose only eating peacefully as if the atmosphere's weight doesn't effect him.

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~ Lucifer's pov:

Slumping on the bed, I stared at the ceiling.

"..."

I sighed, my body felt a lot heavier than before. Closing my eyes and looked back on my actions at the dinning table.

"..Dammit."

I fucked up. Right in front of everyone, and especially Diavolo.

Forcing myself to sit up, I grunted as I ran my fingers through my locks. I thought I gritted my teeth too hard but instead, something slightly sweet and sour at the same time made it's way to my tongue.

"..shit."

Cursed under my own breathe, and carelessness: it was my lip bleeding. I wiped the blood of my lip and looked at the sticky red liquid on my thumb and scowled at it.

Grunting, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom mirror. Sure enough, my lip do bleed. The blood painting my pale lip said so.

"Tch.."

Whatever.

I'll just clean myself (and the wound in my palm) and get to bed.

Closing the bathroom door and locked it, undressing myself and stepped into the shower. Stress sighing myself.

Soon after, darkness surround me.

To be continued.