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Chapter 12

•Lucifer clears his throat and puts the box in his coat pocket. "Uh..alrighty then! Best get going!" Alastor nods in agreement and continues to walk with Lucifer. It was a rough awkward silence for a few moments and they made small little interactions, like their hands softly grazing each other on accident or little conversations to break the silence. This went on till they arrived to the hotel. Lucifer smiles and looks at Alastor. "Al?" "Hm?" "I just..wanted to thank you. Really, you've never done this for me before and I just really appreciate it, even if it is a small gesture." Alastor was a little surprised for what Lucifer said but responds. "Just simply returning the favor for..destroying that large picture box.." Lucifer chuckles. "Alright then." He gives him a small smile before turning and walking to the front door of the Hotel and going in.

Alastor takes a moment to process all that happened. "I really do hope this is not love.." He takes a deep breath and walks inside the hotel.

Everyone was doing their normal activities, Charlie and Vaggie infront of Charlie's insane planning board and trying to figure out what is Charlie going to say for the speech for the...SHIT! THE BALL! Lucifer suddenly remembers about the ball and stands up from the couch, walking towards Alastor. Alastor's ears twitches to the side where Lucifer was stomping towards him with his little feet. "Al! We need to plan!" "And for what?" "THE BALL!!!" Lucifer can feel his blood boiling and Alastor laughs. "Ah, yes." He says, ever so nonchalantly which makes Lucifer groan in annoyance. "Well, my liege, we simply have to take care of the invitations!" Lucifer frog blinks. "Uh.." Alastor raises a brow. "So are we planning how the decorations is going to look?..how the tables are going to be set up?..you know, planning. Char told us to plan and we aren't doing that." Alastor rolls his eyes, this little king is so stressed. "Lulu, we have two weeks of planning, there is absolutely nothing to fret about!" Lucifer freezes.

Lulu? The only person who called him that was Lilith...Lucifer regains his composure. "Mm. So..can I make the invitations?.." Alastor noticed the small pause that Lucifer did but brushed it off. "Do as you please." "Alright then. You will deliver them!" Alastor laughs and takes a step closer towards him, bending down to his height, he knew that would always piss him off. "Unfortunately, I have some plans. So you will have to be the one who delivers them." Lucifer grits his teeth in annoyance. This prick. Alastor straightens up, putting his arms behind his back like usual . "In any case, you have got those beautiful wings! Might as well make use of them." Alastor chuckles before walking off, leaving the pouty Lucifer behind. "Asshole. It's fine thought because I am going to make the invitations and I have a perfect idea for them!" He scoffs proudly and walks off to the kitchen.

A few hours later, Lucifer was making about thousands of invitations, the theme yellow and white with small duck stickers and the invitations saying: "ᎽᎾᏬ ᎯᏒᎬ ᎨᏁᏉᎨᎿᎬᎠ ᎿᎾ Ꭿ ᏒᎾᎽᎯᏝ ᏰᎯᏝᏝ ᎯᎿ ᎿᎻᎬ ᎻᎯᏃᏰᎨᏁ ᎻᎾᎿᎬᏝ!" Lucifer smiles happily and giggles like a child every time he puts different kind of ducks on each invitation. Suddenly a shadow comes beside him and once the person comes to life, he quickly snatches an invitation that Lucifer was making. "Are you completely serious?! This is the most childish invitation I have ever laid my eyes on!" Alastor says angrily while looking at the card and flipping it to the other side. Lucifer pouts and huffs. "Oh come on, it looks fine. Now, I'm just going to deli-" Before he can finish, Alastor snapped his fingers and all of the invitations that Lucifer has made, were now a fancy theme with a burgundy red and a light gold; the lettering was a bit more different saying: "Y̤̮o̤̮ṳ̮ a̤̮r̤̮e̤̮ i̤̮n̤̮v̤̮i̤̮t̤̮e̤̮d̤̮ t̤̮o̤̮ a̤̮ b̤̮a̤̮l̤̮l̤̮ a̤̮t̤̮ t̤̮h̤̮e̤̮ w̤̮o̤̮n̤̮d̤̮e̤̮r̤̮f̤̮ṳ̮l̤̮ H̤̮a̤̮z̤̮b̤̮i̤̮n̤̮ H̤̮o̤̮t̤̮e̤̮l̤̮. S̤̮n̤̮a̤̮c̤̮k̤̮s̤̮ a̤̮r̤̮e̤̮ e̤̮n̤̮j̤̮o̤̮y̤̮a̤̮b̤̮l̤̮e̤̮ a̤̮n̤̮d̤̮ f̤̮r̤̮e̤̮e̤̮ a̤̮n̤̮d̤̮ a̤̮ s̤̮p̤̮e̤̮c̤̮i̤̮a̤̮l̤̮ s̤̮p̤̮e̤̮e̤̮c̤̮h̤̮ w̤̮i̤̮l̤̮l̤̮ b̤̮e̤̮ g̤̮i̤̮v̤̮e̤̮n̤̮ b̤̮y̤̮ t̤̮h̤̮e̤̮ f̤̮a̤̮m̤̮o̤̮ṳ̮s̤̮ P̤̮r̤̮i̤̮n̤̮c̤̮e̤̮s̤̮s̤̮ o̤̮f̤̮ H̤̮e̤̮l̤̮l̤̮. " It also came along with the address and lists of the residents.

Alastor grins proudly and Lucifer gasps with an offended look and tone. "What the Satan?! It looked perfectly fine!! How dare you!" He growls angrily. "And are..these... smiley faces?! What the.." he pulls out glasses from his coat pocket and puts them on and leans in to read the invitation. Alastor stares at him, Satan he looks so..cute..wait no he doesn't. "You look absolutely horrendous. Now you must go deliver them." Alastor says and turns around to walk off but stops when he hears the angry king mumble something and turns his head. "What was that?" Lucifer grins as he stuffs the invitations into a black duffel bag. "I said." He zips up the bag and puts the strap over his shoulder and stands up then walks towards Alastor, right up against his face. "Mords-moi" (figure it out😂🫵) He grins and walks to the front door then slams it open, his big beautiful red and white wings stretching out from his back and he flies off with the bag of invitations.

Alastor was stunned when he heard Lucifer, little did Lucifer know that Alastor actually speaks French and understood it very well. "He will regret what he spoke at the time he comes back." He narrows his brows before walking away with his staff in his hands and his arms behind his back.

Lucife soar through the air with his six, huge and stunning wings. Whenever he would see a home or building he would fly down and set a envelope of the invitation on the doorstep. He could easily just snap his fingers and every invitation would b a everyone's doorstep but he found it peaceful even if the wind is hot and the screams fill him with some sort of aghast even if he is used to it. Either way, it would also make time so he doesn't have to look at that Bloody Red Tampon and stupid cocky smile. Yeah. Even if he has nice red cold eyes with a great posture and wonderful taste of clothes and even ca- wait what??? Why is Lucifer thinking about that?? No no. He is ugly and has an ugly haircut. Lucifer shakes his head and sets down the last envelope on the last building. Alastor is just a heartless monster...

Right?...

Author's note: sorry for the late chapter, my flipping social studies teacher made me and my class write a 25 PARAGRAPH paper of "Federalist No. 78" (look it up.) And I was trying to make my B into a A😘