𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

Oh baby pt 4

When Lucifer returned, he didn't knock before walking into Alastor's room and picking up their daughter, hugging her close to himself before letting out a shaky breath. The entire act was watched by an at-first annoyed, then an interested Alastor who took note of Charlie and Vaggie standing in the doorway with concerned looks. Alastor chooses to raise his eyebrows at the two in the door. Charlie looked ready to cry, which caused Vaggie to shake her head at the demon and shit the door.

"And how did the meeting with heaven go?" the smirk showed in his voice, something in him wanting to see more of the angel's upset form. Another part of Alastor wanted to be the only one to make him this upset and the only one who could make him this upset.

He didn't receive a response at first, only hearing slight sniffles with Marie tucked under his chin. Without lifting his head, a small, watery voice came from Lucifer, "We have to find Adam in hell."

"Why would we possibly do that."

Lucifer finally turned to the other, eyes brimmed with tears, but rage could be seen. "I think they know about her, and IT SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE THREATENING HER IF WE DIDN'T FUCKING HELP HIM!"

Alastor's neck extended as it tilted, horns forming on his head. "What now?"

"They said that 'we expect you to help Adam, be redeemed, or we might just have to take your new little project." whO- WHO says that. Adam isn't redeemable!" Lucifer was pacing now, slightly rocking the squirming baby. "Then Lilith walked out and said, 'You will do what's best for our girl.' Like helping Charlie with the hotel isn't good enough or something!"

Alastor hummed, thinking that helping Lucifer was the move here, but helping Lilith was not something he wanted to do. Plus, It seems like heaven did threaten something he would like to live. He stepped towards the other, who froze, staring back for a moment before Alastor spoke, "Wait here." He then patted the older blonde's hair once and then left.

Lucifer waited roughly an hour sitting on the red bed sheets before he decided it would be best to put Marie to bed. Once in his own room, he put his daughter in the small Moses basket he had made for her in a lovely red with a golden outside base. It matched her well and made her look so much cuter, with her ears twitching as she slept. He waited six more hours, sitting curled up beside her with his wings out, one side wrapped around the bassinet, before he started to nod off. Lucifer was, however, startled when his door slammed open with a very bloody radio demon holding an equally bloody microphone. Lucifer had to rub his eyes to ensure he was seeing it right.

"I told you to wait," Alastor hissed out, radio static heavy in his voice.

"Are you hurt?"

"What?" The demon paused, looked at his clothes, and then smirked. "It's not mine."

The angel grimaced at his wings flared out, one set curled around Marie. "That-That does not help?"

"I got Adam. He is in the lobby getting- Let's say, checked in." His smile widened.

Lucifer rushed over and hugged the other before realizing what he'd done and pushing Alastor away. He also took note of all the blood now covering both of them, thinking about how he would have to bathe before he picked up Marie again. He doesn't want Adam's anything near his daughter, no their daughter.

"If you want to hold her, you have to shower or bathe before you hold her again," Lucifer said, pointing at him.

"A little blood is healthy for her."

"No"

"I disagree."

Lucifer steps forward again, grabbing his collar to pull him down so they're face to face. "Our daughter will not be exposed to blood before she's at least ten!"

"two"

"eight!" Their noses are touching, and Alastor grabs Lucifer's chin, squishing his cheeks.

"Five"

"Eight!" Lucifer looks at the other's lips before flushing and pulling back the best he can in Alastor's grip. "Th-that's the lowest I'll go."

The redhead studies Lucifer's face with an unreadable expression. "Fine, but you have to tell Rosie! She is her godmother, after all."

"The cannibal Overlord?"

"Yes," Alastor responds, still holding his face. He taps his nose, then lets go and starts towards his own room.

Lucifer stands watching him until he reaches the radio tower and enters. Marie chooses that moment to whimper, causing Lucifer to curse, looking at his bloody hands. He snapped his fingers, and the blood disappeared, but he could still feel the wetness on his skin, so he grabbed the basket and took it into the bathroom, then changed her diaper and handed her a duck that had a purple hat.

He had a charming large Roman-style tub in his room, and he had insisted on it when they were building. At the time, he didn't think much about it, but now it reminded him how much Lilith had disliked baths. He had always enjoyed them, finding them calming and fun. Rubber ducks went perfectly with baths. Once the tub was filled, he climbed in and sunk until only his nose was above the water, trying hard not to think about Marie's newfound rule the two had made and how it was made. How close they had been, How nice it had felt to actually talk to his child's other parent. How nice it was to not just be pushed aside and then left.