A wet gurgling had Lucifer halting in his hunt for his husband, an unreadable expression on his face as he hoped it was just the hunters in the forest and not actually his forest spirit choking on his own blood after losing a fight. "Christoper. You better be-" Lucifer froze at the sight in front of him, there was at least a half a dozen bodies however what had the king of the underworld holding his breath was- "I'd get back mate. This monster just massacred half my friends!" A hunter hisses out in distaste, blood dribbling down his face with his sweat. The shotgun he was holding was pressed against the throat of Christopher, who looked more animal then human. "Fuck." Lucifer breathed out, there was at least 5 other hunters plus the one with the gun. If he plays this right, maybe Christopher won't get blasted into tiny little pieces. "He killed all those people?" He asks as he stares at the forest spirit, he's got a busted lip and a bruised temple so he's not too badly hurt from what he can tell so far. "That's right, fucking little feral cunt. He's a forest spirit. Little fucks kill anything in these woods- thinks they own it or something- but everyone knows they protectin something. Treasure." The hunter explained hastily, jamming the gun against Chris's throat causing him to let out a hiss of displeasure. When Chris had finally decided to acknowledge Lucifer, his glazed over eyes looking at his husband in slight discomfort as he let out a chirp. ".. Why are you in here anyway? What purpose does attacking a forest spirit serve? I've heard that the karma from attacking one is long and painful." Lucifer asks as he takes a step forward, entranced with his husbands eyes, the hunter looks to where Chris is staring and freezes a bit. "Hey man don't look at it-" A song starts to be sung by the forest spirit and then all hell breaks lose.
[So basically if Chris looks at someone and starts singing he can control them. He only does it if he absolutely has to because it a survival thing. ]
Lucifer stares at the bodies with silent rage, he knows that he'll be seeing them in hell. He's got their ID and personal information, he'll ensure they get punished for hurting Chris. A grinding and whine was heard which made Lucifer's head snap to attention, Christopher was attempting to pop his knee back into place. "Do you need help honey?" Lucifer asked as he walked over, crouching down in front of the forest spirit who just stared at him with big eyes. "I'll take that as a yes." Lucifer decided as he grabbed his leg and popped it back into place, pressing a kiss to Christopher who hissed in displeasure. "Good boy. Angelo's gonna be livid." Lucifer chuckles as he picks up the smaller male, amusement clear on his face as the other just pressed himself against him. "You're an idiot. 12 hunters? Why did you think you could take that-" A hiss cut the ruler of hell off and an angry bite. "I had it under control, they slammed the gun into my knee when I was attacking someone." Chris slurred out, the words sounded inhuman which had Lucifer double taking because how did he understand that? "That's not having it under control dipshit." That earned him another angry bite. By the time they were home, Lucifer was covered in angry bites and Chris had one or two on him as well as a hand print on his ass. "What the hell happened?" Angelo hisses out worriedly as he checks the both of them over, rolling his eyes when they both lean in for a kiss. "Well? Doing to explain or what?" The blond asks impatiently as he leads them inside, staring at the couch and at them before huffing out a , 'shower time first, explain after.'. So after they had a shower and explain what happened, [mostly Lucifer explaining as Chris was fine being pampered and cuddled by his husbands.] they had all curled up on the couch. "You can't keep going out there and attacking them." Angelo says softly as he holds Chris's hands, with his head against his chest. "It's not safe." The blond adds on worriedly. "It's fine. I'll be reborn." Chris mutters and Lucifer can't help but huff. "With no memories of us or your sons? Of yourself? What about your grandchildren?" He asks sarcastically while holding Christopher with a possessive grip, "What about your unborn children?" Angelo adds on as he hugs Chris closer, hiding his face in his neck. Chris goes silent but leans into their comfort. He understands where they are coming from however, he was quite and literally made by the forest for the forest to protect the forest and everything in it. He supposes he'll try to be more careful.
With a small poof, Lucifer's got a face full of feathers and a hand going down his pants while Angelo has legs wrapping around his to pull him closer. "You horny fuck!"
