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

Chapter Twenty-Two

   "So, you want me to conjure how many fishing rods?"

   Lucifer stood before a bouncing Charlie, her hands clasped together tightly in a pleading gesture. She had the idea to bring everyone together for their last evening in the Gluttony Ring by having them spend an evening fishing in the lake nearby.

   The Princess hummed, pausing to think for a moment. "Well... let's see. I doubt that Angel and Husk would wanna fish; Angel would probably hate the smell, and Husk is... uh... probably not interested," she said, smiling embarrassedly. "I think we should have four, and maybe one kid-sized rod for Niffty."

   Her father glanced at the fun-sized gremlin in pink zipping around the wooded area, mumbling about the different insects that resided there compared to Pride's. "... Yeah, okay." Lucifer replied. With a snap of his fingers, five separate rods appeared, standing upright against Charlie and Vaggie's tent. One of the five rods was significantly shorter than the rest.

   Counting the rods and associating them with each camper, Lucifer hummed in confusion when there was one short. "What about Alastor?" He asked Charlie. "Wouldn't he want to fish?"

   His daughter shrugged, halfway frowning. "Alastor doesn't usually hang out with all of us, so I didn't think to ask for a rod for him. I mean, if you want, we could try asking him?" She said, raising her voice in a hopeful tone.

   "I can find him, sweetie." Lucifer offered, wringing his hands with excitement.

   Charlie smiled, clasping her hands together. "Great! I'll meet you at the pond."

   Lucifer chuckled and waved Charlie off, skipping off into the trail that he assumed Alastor was walking along. "Alastor?" He called, freeing his wings from the confines of his skin and gliding along the trail in search of the tall, lanky deer.

   "Alastor!"

   A sudden intense static noise sounded from behind the King, followed by a small chuckle. "Why hello, my dear! Whatever do you need?" The Radio Demon asked, his iconic smile plastered on his face.

   Lucifer flapped his wings in the opposite direction to lower the velocity in which he was flying, turning around and hovering beside the red demon. "Hi!" He greeted with a grin, pecking him on the cheek. "Charlie's having everyone go fishing this evening, and I'm officially forcing you to join in." He said in a sweet tone.

   Alastor froze, his face turning a bright shade of red. "I... well, I suppose spending a tranquil afternoon fishing does sound appealing..." he trailed off, looking to the side as he contemplated the activity.

   "Doesn't it? Come on, let's walk back." Lucifer urged, taking Alastor's arm and dragging him back down the trail towards the campsite.

   The deer demon sighed, although he was secretly enjoying Lucifer's gestures. Letting the King lead the way, Alastor began reminiscing of his memories of fishing on Earth...

   Before the two came into view of the camp, Lucifer cleared his throat and released Alastor from his grip. He straightened his posture and fixed his bow tie as he assumed a confident expression. "Ready?"

   Alastor nodded, placing a hand on his chest. "Why, of course! I have plenty of experience fishing myself, given I was raised by the water. I do reckon it has been quite a while since I last enjoyed this activity," he said, fiddling with his now summoned staff.

   "Oh, really? I would've thought you only knew how to talk through a microphone and kill people every so often," Lucifer teased, smirking as he continued walking. "Color me surprised."