Charlie Morningstar wasn't the only daughter that Lucifer had. He and Lilith had another daughter named Andria Morningstar. Andria adored her older sister dearly and helped her run her hotel but what will happen when she meets the Radio Demon ?
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Lucifer danced his way into the dark warehouse, humming to himself as he followed the directions 'Charlie' had sent him, "Do-do-do. My daughter loves me~." He sang, seemingly unaware of the peculiar place he now found himself in, "I am the best dad ever~. Best dad in Hell, yeah~. Best dad ever ~. Amazing-mazing dad, uh~. Every day's Father's Day with me yeah~." He looked around the empty room , "Charlie? Charlie? Your father has arrived. Ready to give you a...just a big ol' a-papa-pology." He chuckled, "I am so sorry Charlie. Please don't give up on me." He muttered to himself as a bright spotlight lit up an X marked on the floor, "Ooh! Is that—Is this for me, honey? You, uh, you want your ol' padre to kick it right her or somthin'? Can do. I can kick it! You know? The whole serial killer aesthetic is new, but, uh, you know, whatever you're into." Lucifer chuckled, stepping onto the X, "Got to follow those dreams, right? Uh-huh." He stood silently for a moment before a metal and glass sphere clamped around him, "Oh! Um, okay. All right. Mmm-hmm. Uh...okay." Lucifer muttered again as four sets of cords wrapped around his limbs, pulling them into tight metal clamps, making him laugh nervously, "You got me, Charlie. You-you...I know. Is this one of those pranks? Are you pranking me right now? Is Andria in on this? That' so fun!"
Vox's screen lit up, showing eyes like Charlie, "Sorry, Dad. This isn't a prank." He said in Charlie's voice before returning to his regular voice, "It's a takeover."
"Hey. Wait, you're...you're not Charlie." Lucifer pointed out, narrowing his eyes at the overlord, "Ha-ha. Real cute. Very amusing. Tell you what, let me go now and I won't smite you and—. Wait. Obnoxiously red son-in-law?" Alastor waved at him calmly.
"Lucifer. Lou! Lucy. Come on, buddy, we're past all that, remember? We both know you can't harm sinners." Vox gloated.
"Uh-huh. Explains the showboating. Let me guess—, uh, the bellhop told you that one."
Alastor rolled his chair in front of Lucifer's sphere, "Host! And, no, it seems he figured it out because you're sloppy with your secrets."
"Sloppy? Oh, when I get out of here, I will show you sloppy."
Vox teleported between them, "Hey! Could you both shut up? Please? This is my moment." He laughed, "I own you! I own the Radio Demon! I own Hell! And there's nothing anyone can do about it." Vox cackled to himself.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Yeah, okay. Whatever gets you off, guy. Not to kink-shame, but, you know, I am married. Still. I think."
"Don't even bother, I already tried that, he doesn't listen." Alastor informed.
"Huh, figures. Oof, that's kind of snug." Lucifer said as he tried to wriggle his limbs, with no outcome.
"You like it?" Vox smiled, tapping the glass, "It's angelic metal from my new friend Carmilla Carmine."
"Yeah, nice name drop. I have no idea who that is."
"Well, you see, she is—,"
"Yeah, nobody cares, man! Look, uh, I don't know what you're planning, but it won't work, okay? You're garbage. That's why you're in Hell. You were a failure in life and you're a failure now. Okay?"
