(Discontinued) His Forbidden Fruit (Radioapple || Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter Twelve

"Hey, Char-Char!" Lucifer's chipper voice echoed throughout the lobby and the dining hall, the open door revealing a blur of white that almost crash-landed into the Princess.

"Oh, hey, Dad! Are you okay?" Charlie asked worriedly, staring down to examine her father. "I wanted a hug." Lucifer said, getting up and embracing his daughter in a bone crushing squeeze. "How are you this morning?" He asked, then noticed the breakfast food on the table and conjured himself a plate of it, sitting down on the far end of the table across from Alastor's seat.

"I'm doing great! It's nice to see you with so much energy this early!" Charlie commented, smiling at her father in endearment. Taking a seat close to him, the princess noticed Alastor sitting in front of them holding a cup of steaming coffee and an old looking newspaper.

"Does this fucker have an 'off' button? It's nauseating just lookin' at him." Husk said, seated next to Angel Dust. He was already halfway through his first drink of the day. Lucifer frowned at him.

Angel laughed. "Did the short king drink too much or somethin'? I ain't seen him act this chipper so early since the last time he made those pancakes."

"What? I can't be happy to see my own daughter?" Lucifer asked, giving Angel and Husk a look of offense. He glanced over at Alastor and gave him a short wave. "How is everyone else doing?" He asked the remaining four residents sitting at the table.

Cherri sighed, setting her glass back down on the table. "Eh, we're alright. 'Just taking it easy, is all," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders before taking another swig of her drink.

"That's good, that's good," Lucifer said dismissively, then turned back to Alastor. "What about you, Al?" He asked with a smile.

The Radio Demon took a sip of his coffee and set it back down on the table. "Hmm, I did not realize that the new buffet had become so popular!" He noted, pointing at a review in his newspaper.

Lucifer's smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. Probably not a morning person... he thought. The table was quiet until Niffty started rambling about the amount of bugs she had caught since she woke up.

Everyone seemingly lost their appetite as the little maid went into gruesome details about how she killed the bugs. Although, it seemed to pique Alastor's curiosity.

Suddenly, Charlie scooted back her chair and stood up. "Hey, everyone! I have a new activity planned for today! After everyone eats breakfast, I'd like for us to do arts and crafts together!" She cheered, throwing her hands in the air in excitement. Lucifer smiled, happy to have another excuse to work on his rubber duck collection.

"However, I'd like to challenge you all to also make a gift for someone else! It's a good way to show your appreciation for your friendships!" The princess explained enthusiastically. Lucifer got even more excited, realizing this could be a good first step into becoming closer friends with Alastor.

Who could resist a rubber duck as a gift? Especially from the King of Hell himself?

***

The hotel residents all gathered in the parlor, finding themselves surprised to see easels, canvases, paints, crayons, and many other art supplies all neatly organized in the center of the room. Each resident had their own little creative space.

"Alright," Charlie started, walking in front of the filled seats, "As you can see, me and my dad helped set everything up for you guys, so have fun! You can make your own art, too, but remember to give someone else a nice gift, okay?"

The Princess received a chorus of groans as a response. "I ain't no fuckin' artist!" Husk yelled, looking at the art crafts like they were the literal spawns of Satan. "You don't have to be! This is all just a fun activity!" Charlie assured, giggling nervously. Husk looked at Angel, who was already seated on the floor and swiping away at a canvas with a paintbrush. Even Alastor was taking part, although Niffty was the one that forced him into doing it with her. "Ugh, fine." Husk grumbled, sitting down next to Angel and started to paint.