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- Chapter 22: Deep memories -

Starts with fluff, ends with angst.

!!Abuse and neglectance!!

Two weeks have passed since that incident, and everything was going back to normal. Lucifer woke up from his little coma a week later. Charlie was the happiest in the hotel that day, knowing her father didn't die, although she knows he can't really die, right? (Messing with you ppl)

Lucifer's wound still wasn't completely healed, which made Charlie take over his work and duty to rule over Hell, and demanded Lucifer to keep resting until that scar of his was fully healed. This also meant that he was weak at the moment, using his energy and power to healed that scar. It was taking to goddamn long, but it was an angelic spear what stabbed him, so he patiently waited till he was fully healed. Charlie had gone to two of the meeting with the other 6 deadly sins, and that both of them went well. Lucifer was very proud of his little spawn as she was taking full responsibility.

The fun-sized man was sitting on his desk chair creating an "engineering" duck for his "professions duck collection". He finished the duck, jumping for joy that he finally finished the duck. He examined it and called it Quackno (Tecno + Quack), but he saw a smudge of paint on it's wing, his mood changing and throwing the duck out of his room.

L: "I fucking ruined it.. again."

Lucifer placed his back against the wall, falling to the floor bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. Sudden pain hit his wound, making him bring his hand up to his chest, rubbing it slightly.

L: "Ugh.. I shouldn't have jumped like that.. Why can't I do anything right?..."

He stayed in that position, tears in the corner of his eyes. He heard someone with heals walking towards him. Thinking it was Charlie, he looked up, only to see a red deer demon. The deer demon held his hand out to him, waiting patiently for the king to take his hand. The king hesitated, but eventually accepted the deer's hand. Alastor help the king stand up and back up a bit, before the king yanked his hand away.

L: "What do you want Bambi."

A: "Bambi?"

L: "Yes, since you're a deer."

A: "Alright then baked bean."

Lucifer scoffed, and Alastor took out from his pocket the duck that Lucifer had thrown out of him room.

A: "This interesting duck hit my shoulder while I was walking past your room. I supposed this is yours?

Lucifer looked at the duck, then up at Alastor's face, groaned and pushed the duck away from his face.

L: "It's to throw away, it's ruined, imperfect... like me..."

Lucifer mumbles that last part, not wanting the radio demon to hear it. Unfortunately for the king, he did. Alastor did not expect the king to say, or even think something like that. He gently placed two fingers under the kings chin, forcing eye contact. This made the king have some not so straight thoughts.

A: "What is so imperfect about this duck hm?"

L: "Well the wing has smudged paint on it..."

A: "So? Why do you claim it to be so wrong with a small imperfection like that? It makes it special in it's own way, just like everyone else... just like you my king."

Lucifer felt his blood start to boil. This made him nervous, as Alastor bent down a bit, kissing the king's forehead, then took his hand once again and kiss it. The king was speechless, as red as Alastor's hair. Alastor backed away a bit, looking down at the king, amused by his reaction.