Daughter Dearest

Twenty-eight

A week had passed since the battle and rebuilding of the hotel — Venus wasn't sure how many times she had rewatched clips of the battle from the outsider perspective, seeing parts with audio that she hadn't heard. 

Amidst everything, she'd not only forgotten about the meeting with Leviathan — her biological father — but she had also forgotten that Peter had places to be. Like college. 

She only remembered when Lucifer knocked on her new bedroom door that was cracked open for KeeKee to come and go, as well as Fat Nuggets who spent most of his time in Angel's room or Venus's. There was no in between. 

“Who is it?” Venus groggily called out into the dark room, her back to the door and face half buried in the pillows with both of the resident pets and the remaining Egg Boi — Frank — nestled into the warmth of her body. 

“It's Lucifer.” The King replied, pushing the door open a bit more. 

Venus hummed, inhaling deeply before releasing it. “Is everything alright?” Is everyone alright? The unspoken question sent a shiver of fear down her spine. Despite winning, she had been weary of how peaceful it was at the hotel. 

Anyone could be lurking, waiting to strike — she didn't even sleep unless someone else was awake. That was the first full night of sleep she had gotten since the battle.

“Yeah — yeah, everything's fine. . . Are you ready for this afternoon? We should head out within the next couple hours if we want to be there on time.”

“Pardon?” Her voice came out confused before the metaphorical light bulb illuminated over her head and she sat up, the lights flicking on so fast it blinded both her and Lucifer. “The meeting! — Shit!” She hissed.

Venus slid off the bed, Frank immediately rolling into the warm spot she had previously been. “I forgot! I've been so — ugh!” She groaned in frustration, approaching the closet that had recently been refilled with some of the best clothes that Hell could offer. 

Some of them were Velvette's more subtle designs that she didn't feature in shows — but Venus graciously accepted them when the box appeared at the hotel's reception desk with her name on it, a mere forty-eight hours after the battle. 

And they were cute — so she kept them because she didn't have a problem with the young overlord. 

“Whoa — hey, you have time! Do what you have to do and don't rush, okay?” Lucifer forced Venus to stop walking towards the closet. “Just do what you have to do. Let me know when you're ready.” 

Venus sighed, staring down at him as a faint smile appeared on her face. “Okay. . .” She breathed out. 

Lucifer smiled awkwardly, his hands falling from her wrists, giving her the opportunity to walk into the bathroom and properly start her morning. 

She was almost certain that he would be gone whenever she came out of the bathroom — of course, she was right and he wasn't in her room, and it seemed as if KeeKee had followed him out about thirty minutes ago. 

Venus turned to the closet again and expected to open the doors to find something to wear — but instead a dress was hung up on the outside hook. It was black with long sleeves, cut out shoulders, a rosy red colored belt that had a heart buckle, and her pair of boots sat below it. . . Lucifer had to have grabbed it to save her some time. . .

Grabbing the dress off of the hanger, she walked back into the bathroom to put it on — how the fuck did Velvette know her size? Did she take her measurements in her sleep or some shit? Kidnap her for measurements and return her safely without anyone noticing?

The moment she had the dress on, Venus did her hair quickly and went to put her shoes on, deciding at the last minute to add sheer black tights to the outfit — it made it look better in the end. 

She shut the lights off in her room, smiling at Fat Nuggets spots glowing in the dark. Minutes later, she found herself in the kitchen, eyes scanning the contents of the refrigerator for anything that could be warmed up or eaten as it was. . . In terms of food, there was no actual food. 

But there was milk.

She sighed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and a box of cereal from the counter beside the fridge — it was something called cinnamon bits that looked as if it was trying to be cinnamon toast crunch. 

Venus poured the bowl quickly and ate it, keeping an eye on the clock. It was early enough that she didn't expect to see anyone else for a while — except for maybe Angel Dust who had left late the night before. 

He was due home anytime. 

Sighing, she finished up and dropped her bowl in the sink before going to brush her teeth. For a moment, she wondered if the outfit was too much. It was just a meeting. . . A meeting with her biological father, who she had no memory of. 

She entered the lobby minutes later — with a purse that matched her outfit, containing both of her phone's in case of emergency — and found Lucifer scrolling on his phone, by the doors, while waiting for her. 

“Have you eaten?” Venus questioned as she approached the King of Hell, the heels of her boots clicking slightly on the new floors. 

He waved her concerns off, sticking his phone in his pocket and straightening out his outfit. “I'll eat when we get there — that place has some of the best food. . . Are you ready to go? It's a long trip.” 

The Asgardian goddess bit the inside of her cheek, eyes darting around the empty lobby. Not even husk was awake yet, which showed how early it truly was. Eventually she nodded, exhaling a breath she was unaware that she was holding. 

Lucifer grabbed the door and held it open for her as she took a few steps forward, winding up under the bright lights of the marquee and the flashing neon signs on the front of the hotel. 

At the end was a limousine that was every bit Lucifer — from the white with gold accents, all the way to the apple details, which seemed to be a part of the Morningstar family crest. The driver was holding a door open, presumably waiting for the two of them.

She urged Lucifer to go first as she saw Angel get out of a car. 

Angel waved to her tiredly, but Venus waited for him to get closer, then she hugged him. 

“Good luck.” He whispered just as Lucifer called out for her. 
She dropped her hold and smiled slightly as she began to walk backwards. “Get some rest, okay?” 

“I will — now go, you got places to be, Toots!” He called out. 

Venus finally turned with a slight laugh, the nervousness in her gut lessening slightly as she finally slid onto the apple red seat nearest to the door, noting how Lucifer was sitting on one of the side seats that put some space between the two of them. 

Once she was secured, the door was shut and the driver rounded the front. He got in and moments later they were pulling off onto the main road.