Devilish Romance {A RadioApple Story}

part 1

The war between the angels and demons had finally come to pass, demons succeeding. Charlie was more than grateful with all the help that everyone had put into making a bigger and better hotel. There were more and more people racking up at her hotel's doorstep. There were, of course, many who were still sceptical, but even more people who wondered whether heaven was even all that it was hyped to be. The angels of heaven clearly wanted nothing to do with them, so why even try be redeemed at all?

Regardless, things were going great. Charlie had thrown a huge welcome party and was so surprised to see actual demons show up!

All residents of the hotel were gathered in a room at the end of the party by Alastor, claiming he came baring gifts. And he had. He'd given Charlie a stuffed plush which resembled her pet Dazzle. To which, Charlie of course burst out in tears, going to hug Alastor. The man received a seething glare from Lucifer in return.

Vaggie was given a radio. When further questioned by Alastor, he fessed up that it played only punk rock music. Alastor himself thought it was a waste of a perfectly good radio, but was also aware of Vaggie's love for ear wrenching music.

Angel Dust was given a full new, surprisingly stylish, wardrobe. It also came with much smaller outfits which he could use to match with Fat Nuggets. His pet pig.

Husk, of course, was given alcohol. Alastor claimed it was the oldest bottle he owned and was 'saving it for a rainy day.'

Niffty had been given a whole bunch of detergent, bleaches, brushes, whatever you needed for cleaning and murdering bugs.

"I must say, you all fought valiantly in my absence. I must apologise for leaving halfway through but you did great without me!" Alastor grinned widely.

"Erm, thank you, Al. Really, means a lot!" Charlie started "But aren't you forgetting someone..?"

"Hmm." Alastor looked around the room. "No, I don't think so!"

Lucifer scoffed.

Alastor gave out a sarcastic gasp. "Oh my, you shouldn't sneak up on a man like that Lucifer. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

Lucifer stared up at Alastor with a disgusted look of confusion plastered on his face. He raised an eyebrow at the Radio Demon, basically saying 'what the fuck are you talking about?'

"Oh, were you here this whole time?!" Alastor asked, sounding shocked. "Forgive me, it's just that you're so short, you practically blended in with the ground." He said with a laugh.

Lucifer growled, about to speak up before Charlie butted in. "So, Al, where's dad's gift? I mean he did help a whole ton in the battle."

"Oh Charlie dear, I'm afraid I only got a gift for the residents of this hotel, seeking redemption." Alastor, if he was being honest, hadn't planned out these gifts whatsoever, apart from Charlie's. He wasn't going to give gifts, why should he? But he left them defenceless in the battle and felt apologies were in order.

Angel snorted "Hey, Husk, I never knew you were stayin' here because you wanted to."

Husk laughed, understanding the point that Angel was getting at, before taking a swing at his expensive and old bottle of whiskey.

"You didn't get him a gift..?" Charlie mumbled sadly, seeming really disappointed.

Lucifer frowned at the look on Charlie's face. He didn't care a bit that he hadn't received a gift, but hated the sadness on Charlie's face. He quickly, however, used it to his advantage to remind Alastor who Charlie's real father was. Lucifer stepped forward, pushing Charlie's head down to rest on his chest as he awkwardly patted her hair. Lucifer realised he hadn't initiated a hug in a very long time. Or even had one, other than his recent hug with Charlie.