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

Chapter Seventeen

   Lucifer awoke to urgent knocking on his door. He shot up when he realized what day it was. The camping trip! He thought frantically, tumbling out of bed still wrapped up like a burrito in his sheets. "C-come in!" He yelled, wrestling his way out of the comforter just as Charlie came bouncing through the door.

   "Dad, why aren't you dressed yet? We are going to leave soon," she said, rushing over to her father.

   "Ah shit, I must've slept through my alarm..." Lucifer mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, Char." He sat silent for a moment before realizing something. "Oh fuck, I'm the King of Hell." He said randomly, then snapped his fingers.

   He was completely ready to go with his ducky backpack in tow. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt, beige cargo pants, and flip flops, accessorized with a pair of black sunglasses resting on his head. "I forget I can just do this," Lucifer told Charlie with a small chuckle. Charlie giggled awkwardly in return, and the duo began heading down to the lobby where everyone else was waiting.

   "Everyone's in lighter wear for a more humid climate, except for this muthafucka..." Angel Dust was gesturing to Alastor angrily, who was, in fact, dressed in his normal, everyday clothes.

   "Dressing as a gentleman is suitable for every occasion, my dear!" He exclaimed, proudly adjusting his bow tie.

   "Al, this is a vacation, not a business meeting," Lucifer chimed in, considering changing Alastor's clothes for him with his magic. He decided against it, knowing how Alastor was probably going to get mad at him for it.

   The red clad demon smiled down smugly at the King. "We will be meeting another one of your fellow sins, will we not? I prefer to present myself in a respectable manner... although I suppose the infamous King of Hell is quite comfortable in... that, my dear." Alastor said, gesturing at Lucifer's outfit.

   "I know you've never met Bee, but she'd probably think of you as a stuck-up prick if you weren't dressed in vacation clothing. I mean, you are sort of a stuck-up prick... but anyway... She's a party animal and really laid back. I wouldn't worry about formalities with most of the sins, excluding Lev and Mam." Lucifer rambled.

   The deer demon scoffed. "Here comes the regular 'I lack the true feeling of enjoyment' conversation..." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes with a smirk plastered on his face.

   "I don't have a true feeling of enjoyment? What about you? You're dressed like you're about to attend a seminar on being a pretentious loser!" Lucifer yelled, grabbing the end of Alastor's tailcoat and dropping it in disgust. Angel and Vaggie chuckled at Lucifer's insult.

   The Radio Demon laughed, leaning down teasingly at the King. "Is something the matter, dear? Your face is quite flushed," he said, smirking at the Devil's now golden face. "Y-you shithead." Lucifer mumbled, backing away from Alastor and taking a deep breath.

   "You two fight like an old married couple," Angel commented, a knowing smirk plastered on his face. Husk nearly spit out his drink, suddenly remembering Alastor's drunken conversation with him and Angel Dust. Lucifer blushed even more, hiding his face behind his hands. "Why-why would you even say that?" He sputtered out.

   An audience's radio-static laughter flooded the room as Alastor pretended to be amused. "Hahah! I suppose I do not understand, dear." He said, staring at the spider demon with an unreadable expression on his face.

   Angel shrugged. "You kids will understand when you get older." Everyone jumped to the sound of a car horn outside the hotel. "That's our cue!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to release everyone of the awkward tension growing amongst them.