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Helluva Ball

Word count: 10029

Paring(s): LuciferXAngel!Reader, AlastorXAngel!Reader (if you squint).

Warnings: Hazbin S1 spoilers!! Vox being pushy, innuendos, Angel!Reader, haven't written something in a hot minute, so go easy on me.

Synopsis: After the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel is officially opened for business again, Lucifer organizes a ball with hellish higher ups to promote the Hotel and acknowledge the hardwork of the Hotel team.

I watched cautiously as my right hand was held by the man standing directly in front of me.

"Man" may not the best word to describe the quite literal mythical being present.

"(Y/n), you look as striking as ever." He said whilst giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

I opened my mouth to respond, but his eyes quickly darted behind me, and his smile somehow grew even more.

"CHARLIEE!" He exclaimed and quickly ran past me.

Before I could even turn around, I heard Charlie greeting her father and the sound of her being brought into a tight embrace.

Once I did bring my attention behind me, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the Hotel crew. They were all significantly more polished than their normal day to day looks.

Charlie, despite constantly wearing her infamous red suit, had switched to a dazzling red, floor-length dress. Her hair was gathered into, from what I could see from this angle, a braided bun. She also appeared to have a hairclip that resembled Keekee.

Vaggie, attached to Charlie, who had now been released from her father's hug, was wearing a black and grey pant suit, but a slash of a red was seen in a necklace Charlie had gifted her, coupled with her well known red bow. Their outfits were clearly chosen with their partner's outfit in mind.

Angel and Husk immediately made a b-line to the bar, so I did not get a chance to process what they were wearing.

I heard Nifty running around, but I could not see her.

There was one particular demon that was missing from the group.

A small frown pulled at my face when I could not see him. Although a hell ball hosted by Lucifer isn't exactly the Radio Demon's scene. Then again, I never thought it would be my scene either, but here I am. Just an Angel, going to a hell ball hosted by a fellow fallen Angel.

"(Y/n), there you are! How did you beat us here?" Charlie asked while approaching me.

"Well, simply put, I didn't have to wait for Nifty and Husk to begrudgingly get into the limo."

She and I laughed together.

"Yeah, it was not an easy task." Vaggie joined the two of us.

"So, I see Alastor won't be joining us?" I asked.

"I hope not!" Lucifer added from a few feet away.

This received a laugh from everybody in the foyer.

"Well, are we all ready? I have a helluva lot of overlords that want to meet the infamous Hazbin Hotel team!" Lucifer said, approaching the immaculate double doors, accented in gold.

"Hell yeah, I have about 5 shots in me, and I am ready to get this socializing over with." Angel slurred as he joined from the bar.

"Angel! How are you drunk already? We've only been here for like 5 minutes!" Vaggie chastised as she annoyingly rubbed her forehead.

"He was pregaming back at the hotel, and it started to catch up to him." Husk's monotone voice chimed in.

"Guys, we're supposed to be on our best behavior today, remember! My dad got the best overlords AND the sins to be here! With the new Hotel built, we are all set to get the word out for new patrons! Can we try to take this seriously?" The last of Charlie's request seemed to be directed mostly to Angel.

"Yeah, no. We're all going in there sober." Lucifer said with a snap of his fingers.

"Heey! Make me drunk again!" Angel frowned, all signs of drunkenness dissolved immediately.

I smiled at the gesture. This is important to all of us, Charlie, above all. This is Lucifer trying to help her as much as he possibly can.

After another minute, we all decided that we were all ready to meet the crowd beyond the door. Lucifer grabbed both of the handles and just as he was about to open the doors, the air became dense, and a subtle static entered the room.

"Now now, you all weren't going to join the Hazel Hotel party without your gracious facilities manager, were you?"

We all turned when Alastor's voice echoed through the room.

"Alastor!"

"Oh greaat."

"You're late, Smiles."

"I need a drink."

I looked at the radio demon standing 6 feet away. Nobody else said anything about it, but it was definitely noticeable. He looked very dapper.

His signature red, now replaced with a much darker maroon. His hair was also neater, though it was mostly covered by an older looking, but well-kept hat. He was wearing a black over coat that was longer than his typical suit jacket. The accenting stripes were still present on the suit. However, they seemed to make a pattern that I couldn't quite make out in this distance. His cane was a different one, more similar to his studio microphone. I made a mental note to ask him if this was the inspiration for it. The cane was also taller, with small, nearly invisible voodoo accents peppered throughout the main parts. This one was a gold and black color scheme. Something very different than his normal look, but somehow still accenting his personality.

"Go on, you were about to open the doors, don't let me distract you." He said, ignoring everybody else's reactions to him being here.

Charlie and Vaggie were the first to enter the room, escorted by Lucifer.

After them, I finally caught a glimpse of Nifty as she darted into the ballroom.

Husk and Angel were next, who before entering the room both took a swig from a flask Angel had produced from his fur.

And that left Alastor and I. How fitting, the two most unsocial, left last.

"Shall we, my dear?" He asked while extending a hand to me.

I looked at his hand apprehensively. He almost never willingly allows people to touch him. I think he could see my apprehension as he spoke once again,

"Really, dear, a gentlemen will not let a lady escort herself into a party. Especially one as heavenly as yourself."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

"Fallen Angel implies not really heavenly anymore." I laughed.

There was a moment of silence, not awkward, but comfortable.

"I guess the sooner we get in there, the sooner we can get out." I finally spoke up, beginning to approach the now closed door.

A record screech stopped me before I could open the doors.

I turned around to see Alastor holding his hand out again, looking at me expectingly.

"Wow, you take this gentleman thing seriously, huh?"

He didn't respond, he only took a step towards me. I reluctantly accepted his hand, which was much colder than I thought it would be. Angels are notorious for being cold to the touch, so I only assumed demons would be hotter.

"Jolly, I just hope they won't play any of that modern distasteful music." He said with a noticeable grit in his voice.

Once I did not respond, I believe he once again caught on to my anxieties of the night.

A few nights prior, Alastor happened to see a different side of my otherwise clam demeanor.

It was maybe 2 hours after Lucifer stopped by to inform Charlie about his idea for the ball to get publicity for the Hotel. The notion was originally something we were all excited for, but doubt slowly crept over me as I realized this meant I was accepting my new position as a fallen Angel.

After a few drinks, I spilled the entire story to Alastor when I drunkenly ran into him on my way to bed. Being the gracious gentleman he is, he did help escort me to my actual bedchambers as I was too drunk to find my room on my own.

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It started fairly innocent enough. Emily came to me after the meeting Charlie had with the heavenly council. She and I were both impressed by Charlie's passion when she described her project. I was particularly interested in seeing more examples of how exactly she was planning to redeem more sinners.

According to Emily, Sera would not hear her requests to take Charlie's project more seriously. Moreover, Sera refused to explain the whole extermination ordeal. This is something I also wanted to know more about. This is what we three were talking about when a blinding light, even by heavenly standards, emerged in the room we were in.

"What? Where am I." The new person asked.

I looked at this serpant looking man, immediately recognizing him from the hotel. Emily looked ecstatic, while Sera looked horrified.

"hello." I said cheerily and flew to him.

He took a fearful step back.

"No, no, I'm not going to hurt you." I said and put more distance between us.

I looked to Emily and Sera for help, but Sera still looked shocked.

"You may not recognize me because this is my heavenly form, but I visited the hotel weeks ago. I am (Y/n), hell ambassador."

This title was new to me, so it felt weird to use it.

His demeanor changed immediately,

"Ohhh, Misss (Y/n), wait, that meansss I musst be in..heaven??" He asked.

I nodded, "This is usually Saint Peter's job, but Welcome to Heaven." I smiled.

Sir Pentious looked around the white room.

"It iss more white than I thought it would be."

"Emily, why don't you give him a tour?" Sera finally spoke up.

Without hesitation, Emily pulled Sir Pentious by the hand and escorted him out of the room.

"This is bad." Sera said as she began to pace around the room.

"How is this bad? This proves Charlie's hotel works! This is a much more humane way to handle hell's overpopulation! We need to tell the rest of the council!" I said excitedly.

"No, not yet. We need to figure out how to send him back. "

I was taken back.

"What do you mean, send him back? He redeemed himself!"

Using my powers, I manifested the event of Sir Pentious' death on the screen in the room.

"A truly selfless act." I remarked as I watched Adam destroy the contraption that Sir Pentious was piloting.

"He was trying to kill Adam."

"Sera, he was trying to protect his friends. Adam was leading an attack on them. He got what he deserved." I said bitterly as I changed the events in the screen to Adam and Charlie's fight.

"Are you questioning your superior?" Sera asked, now standing taller.

"Sera, I am not questioning anything. As Hell's ambassador, this is something that I have been following closely." I manifested multiple examples of the Hotel working on the screen. Everything from Angel's act of protection of Nifty from his abusive boss, Valentino, to Husk opening up to Angel in a moment of connection, to Cherri helping defend the hotel despite not being a guest herself.

"You are always quick to mention being hell's ambassador. The only reason you got that position was because Lucifer only gets along with you." She spat back bitterly.

I had to be cautious with what I chose to say next, I knew that Sera isn't above casting angels down to Hell. She has the power to do it on her own.

"Sera, I don't claim to know why the extermination was chosen as the method of overpopulation control. Perhaps it was the best option when it was made. However, we are being given another option, a much more humane way to help them. This is giving sinners a second chance to be good. Who would we be if we did not believe in second chances?"

Sera did not respond. She only left the room.

I stood there, rethinking about what I said, trying to analyze if there is anything I said that could potentially make Sera cast me out.

After 10 minutes of waiting, and still being a heavenly host, I decided I was safe for now. Now, I had to go down to Hell and inform Charlie of the good news.

Needless to say, Sera did not like that I shared the news with Charlie. This "act of defiance" is what she used to cast me out. However, since I was already in Hell when I was cast out, there was no actual fall I had to endour. Which Lucifer said I was lucky for since the fall, according to him, was one of the most painful things he has ever experienced.

"(Y/n), my dear, are you alright?"

Alastor's voice brought me back to the moment. He was looking at me, infamous smile ever present. Yet his eyebrows seemed furrowed. Was that concern?

"Yeah, I just still feel a bit out of place here. Especially at a party that I don't feel like I earned." I confessed.

He looked at me quizzically.

"Nonsense, you have been very helpful! Coming down to inform us about the successful redemption of a former guest, being our voice in Heaven was your part in all this." He paused for a moment.

"They may have gotten rid of one of their best Angels, but us at the Hotel gained a valuable friend."

Halfway through his mini monologue, I noticed I was still holding on to his arm.

"Alastor, listen, I appreciate you listening to me the other night, and I am sorry for being a drunk nuisance.." Before I could continue apologizing to him, Alastor had shushed me by trying to close my mouth.

His powers weren't stronger than mine, seeing as light does overpower dark most times, but I did feel the force trying to stop my talking.

"Heyy, are you two gonna come in here or what?" Husk had peaked his head into the foyer we were still in.

"Yes."

"Yes Husker, we will be right there."

We both responded.

Husk turned back around, and the doors closed behind him.

Alastor had cast two shadows that went to reopen the doors for us.

"Shall we?"

"We shall." I respond as my hold on his arm tightens slightly.

He leads us into the main ballroom, and I am met with several new and unfamiliar faces.

Eyes quickly fell on the two of us. Shocked expressions littered almost every Demon's face. Whether they were shocked to see an Angel present or at the fact that said Angel was attached to the Radio Demon's arm, I could not tell.

"Alastor? Oh, Alastor, you made it! I was worried you weren't going to show up!"

Rosie, overlord of Cannibal Town. I enjoyed her very much. Alastor's smile seemed to get even bigger when she approached us.

"I'm going to go get a drink. Would you like anything?" I asked lowly before Rosie could fully be in our presence.

"No, no, my dear, I will get us drinks." He seemed almost offended that I was going to get my own.

He began walking in the direction of the bar, which I could see Husk sitting at by himself.

"Oh, (Y/n), look at how nice you look! I could just eat you up!"

I laughed awkwardly not only at her comment but at the eyes still gawking in my direction.

I was frustrated. The point of having a demonic form was to make me blend in, but it only seems to make it worse.

"Thank you Rosie, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find Charlie." I politely excused myself.

The room was full of different species of demon I have not seen before. Everybody seemed to be dressed very well. Clearly, an invite from the King of Hell himself was a big deal.

"Excuse you!"

I directed my attention to the rising commotion I was near.

"C'mon Ozzie, he's not worth it." Said a jester looking demon I learned later was called an "imp" pleaded with a very tall, three-headed, almost rooster looking demon.

There seemed to be tension between another jester themed, but Spider like demon clad in a green and black suit. He was wickedly smiling at the pair.

"Fine Froggie, but if I hear this CLOWN say anything else tonight I am going to-"

"Woah, fellas fellas, may I remind you we're here to celebrate my daughter and her friends, so try to get along." Lucifer's voice cut the man off before he could finish the threat.

"Manmon, Oz, can we talk?" Lucifer began to walk away, the two Demons now following him.

This left the much smaller jester on his own. He looked out of place. I watched as he wrapped his tail around his legs, seemingly anxiously. I couldn't help but approach him, he seemed like he needed a friend.

"Hello," I said as I came into his line of sight.

"Oh, uh hi?" His voice sounded more gruff as I got closer.

"Oh shit, you're that Angel." He took a few cautious steps back.

"Yes, I am. Former Hell ambassador." I chuckled to myself.

"Wow, how do you lose a job like that?"

"By rebelling apparently."

"Oh, so you're not that different from the rest of us stuck down here?" We both laughed at his comment.

"No, apparently not. My name is (Y/n)." I held my hand out to shake his.

"Fizziroli, but my friends usually call me Fizz." He accepted the hand shake.

Suddenly, a similar looking demon came barreling out of nowhere and immediately put space between Fizz and I.

"Listen here bitch, I may not have Angel killing weapons, but I will still fuck you up!"

"I'm sorry?"

"Blitz!"

"Sir!"

"Boss!"

Fizz and my response overlapped, but we were joined with two new voices.

"What, Oz hired us to protect him and his boytoty at this fancy stuffy hell party, and I don't think the big chicken would want an Angel talking to him." Blitz, as I just discovered his name was, explained to the two smaller demons trying to hold him back.

I cringed, knowing a crowd was beginning to form around us.

"Um, I'm not here to hurt anybody. I'm here to promote the Hazbin Hotel." I spoke quietly.

This response did nothing to calm the man in front of me.

"Excuse me," Charlie's voice, followed by an upsetting microphone feedback filled the room.

I followed her voice to see her, Vaggie, and Alastor standing on the stage.

"Uh, sorry." She said trying to fiddle with the microphone.

Alastor, clearly fed up with the more modern microphone that was causing Charlie feedback issues, offered Charlie his cane.

"Um, hello, I'm Charlie, as all of you know, I just wanted to take this opportunity to express how grateful my team and I are that you all were able to come out to celebrate the re-opening of our Hotel!"

I smiled at her, immediately beginning to make my way through the crowd, to stand with the Hotel team that were now at the front of the crowd. I stood next to Angel, who had Nifty lifted on his shoulders so she could also see Charlie.

"We all have poured so much time, effort, passion, and trust into this Hotel. We all have made sacrifices in order to give sinners a second chance. And thanks to our inside sources, we now know the Hotel works."

An outbreak of murmurs spread though the crowd, things if disbelief and denial spread like fire.

"How do you know!?" A loud voice shouted from far into the crowd.

Charlie looked nervous, but quickly regained her composure when I gave her subtle nod.

"I think it's best to let her explain." She said with a wide smile.

"Wait what?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Go on toots." Angel gave me a not so gentle nudge forward.

"Uh okay?" I slowly made my way up the stairs and stood by Charlie. She eagerly handed me the microphone she was formerly holding.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n), former hell ambassador from Heaven.." I began. But I couldn't tell you what I said after that. My attention was too busy looking into the crowd of demonic overlords, and hellborns alike. They all shared one thing in common: a hatred for Angels. Fallen, or not.

Eventually Lucifer noticed my discomfort and intervened, telling all the guests to have a good time, that the bar will be open until we all go home, and that any violence will be strictly not tolerated.

Upon hearing the bar is open, many people rushed to the bar to get a drink, Husk included.

"Well that went better than I originally thought." Said Alastor, handing me a champagne flute filled with an unfamiliar blush pink tinted drink.

"What is this?" I asked, bringing the drunk closer to my nose to investigate the smell. It smelt like..

"It is a hibiscus champagne, one of my specialties." Lucifer spoke up, giving a prideful grin.

This seemed to irritate Alastor. "Oh, I'm sorry dear (Y/n), you would probably want a different drink. Allow me."

Lucifer frowned dramatically, but, following his own warning about violence, he did not give Alastor the reaction he wanted.

"No, it's alright." I said, bringing the glass to my mouth, "Hibiscus is actually one of my favorite flavors."

This drink was a prime example why. The floral notes of the hibiscus flower made the drink taste like a warm summer night. Not too overly sweet, but not as bitter as I have had champagne in the past. It was quite literally perfect. Moments like this make me wish I had a human life to experience these things, a summer night, with a cool drink in hand, possibly swimming in a lake.

"Yeah, dad's champagne is about the only one I like to drink." Charlie said, also taking a sip of the glass I just now noticed she also had.

Lucifer's ego was obviously being inflated by the compliments he was getting, which seemed to annoy Alastor. However, it seemed like Alastor was trying his best to play nice tonight as well.

"Well, I must say, I am pleased with your music choices so far. Nothing distasteful has played yet."

We all looked at Alastor in shock. Sure, not a full compliment, but this is probably as close Alastor will get to giving Lucifer a compliment.

"Well, Charlie, we haven't been to a hell ball in ages? Wanna do your ol' dad a favor and have a dance with him?" Lucifer held his hand out to his daughter, which she gladly accepted.

Vaggie, not being much of a dancer, opted out of the dancing for the night and took her place as a nearby table, which Husk had now also joined her at.

"Well, toots, that leaves us. Care for a dance?" Angel asked me, now offering me a hand.

As I said yes, Alastor looked as if he wanted to add something, but he did not, and simply disappeared in a black shrowd.

Angel and I walked to the main dance floor.

Angel has become a quick friend to me. He has frequently told me I remind him of his sister, Molly. Which is quite ironic seeing as Molly, when I was in Heaven, would say I reminded her of her brother, Anthony.

"Ugh, I know short king chose the playlist to be music Freaky face wouldn't complain about, but it's boring as hell. How the hell am I supposda get down to this shit?" He dramatically threw his hands up in defeat.

I laughed a bit at his nicknames for the King of Hell and The Radio Demon.

"C'mon Anthony, didn't you also grow up with this music? Besides, it's not so bad." I pleaded as I began to lightly dance to the upbeat swing music playing around us.

He couldn't help but join in, trying anyway he could to, as he called it, sexify the dancing.

"So, what's uh, goin' on with you and Smiles lately?" He asked, as we where halfway through a dance in which he spinned me around.

"What are you talking about? He's my friend." I said, now spinning back in an opposite direction.

"Coulda had me fooled. Besides, he doesn't have friends." He added as the song winded down.

"Anthony, come on, aren't you one of his friends?" I asked, playfully.

"I don't know know what he considers us. Just be careful. I still don't full trust him."

"Anthony, I am an Angel. I was told, from creation, to never trust a demon. But, trust is what got me to believe in the Hotel. You got to have a little faith." I smiled.

He looked at me, not sure what to respond. He just shook it off, and we continued to dance.

After a few more dances, Angel had finished his drink and excused himself to find another one. I caught a glance at him at the bar, now joined with Cherri. I decided I also needed a break from dancing, and decided to join Vaggie at the table.

"The boys leave you already?" I asked, setting my drink down and taking a seat next to her.

"Ah, well Husk is ordering drink number 4, and I have no idea where Alastor went."

There was a silence in our conversation. Vaggie and I may both be Angels, but our training was wildly different. This made some interactions between the two of us a little awkward sometimes.

As I discovered what the Extermination was, I poured myself into learning exactly what was happening in hell. Though, Adam was a difficult man to talk to, Lute was a simple yes-man for him so she refused to talk, no other Angel on the council knew about it, and Sera refused to acknowledge it. The only way to learn was to actually observe extermination day.

Exorcists are brutal. Adam really taught them to murder in cold blood first, then worry about the consequences after. They were quiet. The type to only speak when spoken to, a rule I'm sure Adam ingrained into them from Day 1. They are disinclined beyond any heavenly host I have met. They are a type of Angel to be feared, respected.

My training, much like any ordinary Angel, was much more relaxed in comparison. Second chances, righteousness, but fairness, honesty, divinity. Above all, kindness was our mantra. This one word encompassed what it meant to be an Angel, at least that is what I believed until the deception and evil became more visible.

Things only became more strict when Lucifer had asked me to be a voice for hell. It was shortly after Lilith had been reported missing from Hell. At first the Seraphim were not keen on letting another Angel risk falling to have them become intertwined with Hell. However when Lucifer specifically mentioned myself, the Angelic Council evaluated me to be fit. They deemed me "low-risk to be subjunct to corruption." In simpler words, they thought I was too Angelic to be ruined. How wrong they were.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Vaggie's question pulled me from my thoughts.

"Pretty much everything." I breathed out, slouching in my seat. The comment earned a laugh from her.

Suddenly a clearing of a throat made Vaggie and I both direct our attention to the now present man in front of us.

"Oh, hey Vox." Vaggie said, under-enthusiastically.

"Ladies, can I say you both just look ravishing tonight." He said, a smirk plastered on his screen, eyes on me.

Vaggie hid a not so subtle laugh.

"(Y/n), can I have a dance? I have a much better song queued up. Something actually danceable." He grited.

Not wanting to be rude, I accepted his offer, much to Vaggie's surprise.

As I sat up from my seat, that Vox had pulled out from the table for me, Husk had returned from the Bar, two drinks in hand.

As he set one by Vaggie, which she quickly picked up and began drinking, he noticed Vox and I beginning to walk away.

"Woah, are you about to dance with him?" His monotone voice caught my attention before I got far.

I hear Vox make a glitched sound, but he doesn't turn around like I do. I don't see his face, but it is clear he is annoyed.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Alastor would not be happy." He added, now almost begging me with his eyes to not dance with the Television Demon.

Again, not wanting to be rude seeing as Vox is one third of the Vees, which Valentino can take out any anger on Angel, I didn't see a way I could say no.

"Husk, it's just one dance. It'll probably be so quick Alastor won't even see." I smiled at the anxious looking man.

"I don't know about quick, I tend to take my time on..certain things." Vox lowly said into my ear.

I immediately blushed, quickly understanding what he meant with this innuendo.

"This is gonna be bad." Husk said, now downing his drink and muttering about needing another, stronger one.

Vox laid his right hand on the small of my back, and lead me to the dance floor. A gesture definitely not needed, but to not be rude, I allowed.

As the current song winded down, a much more upbeat, techno, notably modern song came on. The song did get more demons to join the dance floor than were previously on it.

The dancing started quite tame, no actual touching, but eventually, he got more cocky. Grabbing my hands, at first, moving them erraticly to match his dancing. At some point, he was grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. I could easily get out of this, I could win against him instantly. But for Angel's sake, I faced the awkward moments.

Once the song was over, I thanked Vox for the dance and tried to get away quickly, but he pulled me back to him.

"Oh, come on, one more dance baby, you're too much fun for just one dance." He grazed his hand on my cheek, dragging it lower to my neck, I pushed his hand away before he could travel further down.

"Really, Vox, I think I'm all danced out for right now." I said, trying to keep an Amicable conversation, but made my voice firm.

"(Y/n), sweetheart, unruffle your feathers. One dance won't kill you." He rolled his eyes and grabbed my arm.

"Vox,I said n-" I began to reject him again, about to pull my arm back, but was cut off by the clearing of a throat.

"Vox, please get your hands off of one of our honored guests."

Lucifer, looking particularly irate.

The grip he had on my arm immediately dropped, and Vox scurried away, to the corner where Valentino was sitting in, almost disappearing in a cloud of red smoke.

"Are you alright?" Lucifer asked while taking a step closer to me.

"Yes, thank you. Is he always that pushy? I get this is Hell, but no still means no here, right?"

He let out a small laugh, which in turn made me laugh with him.

"So, are you actually all danced out, or, and I don't play this card very often, can you entertain the King of Hell with a dance?" He slowly asked, watching me for a reaction.

"I would love to." I said and grabbed his hand, leading him to the main part of the dance floor.

As soon as we reached an empty space, other demons made comments under their breaths.

"Look, Lucifer is dancing with that Angel."

"Oh, look, who's dancing."

"Oh wow, holy shit."

"The King doth seem in higher spirits this day."

Suddenly, aware of the attention we were getting, I let out a breath and looked lowly at the ground, trying to tune out the attention.

Lucifer seemed to catch on to how I was feeling.

"Y'know, you look really beautiful /n)."

My eyes shot up, I was puzzled, glancing left and right to try to find the source of the compliment.

A small chuckle from Lucifer brought my gaze back to him. Without a response, he simply picked up my hand, formerly at my side, and interlaced it with his. His other hand fell to my lower back, and he pulled me in slightly closer.

"Crazy isn't it? Being able to talk to somebody without even opening your mouth."

I had finally caught on, and with a smirk I began to converse with the man in my head. As a slow waltz began.

"Yes, majesty, it is quite crazy. And Thank you, you look very handsome, Lucifer."

I couldn't help but notice his cheeks appeared more flushed as I gave him that compliment.

It wasn't long into our dance that my eyes started to wonder to the now gathering circle around us.

"Hey." Lucifer's voice echoed in my head once again.

I focused my attention on him and his wide smile.

"Focus on me, pretend it's just the two of us." His thumb drew soothing circles into my lower back.

"I can't, they are all just so.." I furrowed my eyebrows, unable to find the word I was looking for.

"Demonic? I know. Let me help."

Suddenly my peripheral vision blurred out the demons watching us. One by one they seemingly faded away. Until I was only left with the man in front of me. Why did Heaven belittle him so? I understand I am in Hell, but he is one of the most loyal, passionate, and kind souls I have met. This is not a man that, despite Heaven teaching me otherwise, I am not afraid of.

"Thank you, Lucifer, truly. I don't know what I would do without your generosity." I smiled at him.

"I-"

His statement was cut-off by a loud eruption of applause.

Lucifer dropped his hold on me and smiled and waved to the crowd around us.

I instantly felt empty once his hands left my body.

Almost immediately after our disconnect, many women demons swarmed the King. I naturally found myself guided away from him, but his eyes, never left mine.

"Haha, sorry Lucifer looks like you have other dance partners waiting for you. Good luck." I thought the words and smiled at the man who was now several feet away from me.

He looked rather unamused at the requests, or more accurately demands, to dance with him.

I guided myself further away from the crowd, and eventually found myself on a balcony. There were few other demons out, admiring the sky. In particular there was a very tall Owl looking man in a cloak. He stayed, but the other demons, upon realizing I was now also on the balcony, had retreated indoors.

The constant red-tinted skies seemed more dynamic here at the Palace. If I looked long enough, I thought I could even see tones of orange begin to peak through the horizon. We were far enough out of the city that the sky almost seemed to have stars as well. I made a mental note to ask Lucifer about this later.

"It is quite beautiful is it not?" The remaining demon asked, eyes not leaving the sky.

Initially, I was shocked a demon was willingly speaking to me. When almost every other demon I have met thus far has been too afraid to initiate a conversation.

"Yes, it is. I can almost see the stars from here." I commented, and hesitantly added, "or a form of stars. They don't actually look like white specs in the sky."

"Yes, quite. They look much more colorful and enchanting." He said, now speaking while looking at me.

"Something more like this." He flicked his wrist, and this purple aura was sent into the sky, and the higher the glowing purple trail traveled, the more true night sky began to manifest.

Beautiful swirls of blues, greens, pinks, yellows, purples, and reds filled the sky above the Palace This was the true cosmos: a never ending painting that often felt too beautiful to be real.

"W- what? How did you?" I questioned, eyes never leaving the scene above me. I was afraid if I looked away, I would lose the beautiful sight.

He cleared his throat before answering, "I am Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia. It is my duty to observe the cosmos and search the skies for prophecies. It comes with some perks." He smiled, genuinely, but still seemed somehow sad in a way I can't explain.

"How fascinating, do tell me more." I leaned on the railing.

"Oh? You're interested?" He now dropped his hand, and the visions disappeared.

"Of course, when I was much younger, the archangels would tell stories about our prophecies, not to mention being in Heaven, we had a much clearer view of the true skies. I was always captivated by its beauty."

This sentiment seemed to please him, as he clapped his hands together and said there was much to talk about.

"Well, we do need somewhere to sit now, don't we?" Another flick of his wrist manifested a cozy set of armchairs.

"How about something to drink?" I asked.

"Ah yes," He added a small table in between the two chairs. "What were you thinking?"

"Allow me, Stolas." I snapped my own fingers and made a hot teapot appear with all accompanying tea fixings. "And just in case, as I suspect, parties are not bearable whilst sober," I snapped, and a bottle of bourbon appeared.

"You, my dear, have just made a good friend. Please, have a seat!"

We talked for what felt like hours. Comparing our understandings, opening one another to new ways of thinking, we had even talked about our more personal lives. I learned about the type of father Stolas was, he raved about his daughter at great length. He mentioned his ex-wife in passing and remarked her as 'the most evil and foul thing to exist in Hell.' I even learned that he has a rather... involved relationship with the Imp, Blitz, that had yelled at me earlier in the night.

Yet, eventually he had to excuse himself for the night. This made me sad as he was a pleasure to talk to. Before he left, he did give me his mobile number and said we must get together more often.

And so there I was, finally truly alone at this party. I stayed in the chair Stolas conjured, planning on taking in the red horizon for just a bit longer before I threw myself back into the social scene.

"Well, well, what do we have here? No lady should be left unaccompanied."

And with that a dense, yet familiar and almost calming, radio static joined me on the balcony.

"Hello, Alastor." I said, still looking out.

"Ah, could tell it was me before even seeing me? What could have given the mystery away?" He asked dramatically, now sounding closer.

"Well, you do generate a very specific.. aura." I commented as I turned around to face him, still seated.

"Hmm, I will decide to take that as a compliment, dear."

He walked past the chair, and leaned on the railing of the balcony. He seemed to also be enjoying the sky. His shadow seperated from his corporal form, and began to sniff around the tea that was still laid out.

"Oh, would you like a cup?" I asked, I its direction.

It looked back at me, confused, but in a moment it responded with a deep smile and an aggressive nod.

I poured a hot cup, and noticed the shadow pointing to the sugar cubes on a dish.

"Oh, does someone have a sweet tooth?" I asked, tying to observe its movement.

Before it could make any response, Alastor had finally turned to face the scene.

"Dear, are you making a cup of tea for my shadow?" He crooked his head, eyes flickering between his shadow and myself.

"Uhh... no?" I asked, not sure if I gave him a response he wanted.

"Oh, dear, you are precious. My shadows are an extension of myself. Apparently somebody here decided to ask for tea on my behalf." The second part of his sentence was said with grited teeth and directed to the shadow which traveled back to Alastor's side once he had finished the statement.

"Oh, well would you like a cup, Alastor?" I asked him, looking up at his standing form.

"Why yes, I would be delighted! Four cubes for me please my dear. And a splash of the cream." He sat himself in the chair Stolas was previously in.

"Oh, so you do have a sweet tooth?" I smiled and made his cup per his request.

"Haha, yes indeedy. I must admit indulgence in sugar might be the sin that landed me down here." He laughed and sipped his tea, humming in satisfaction.

"Lovely tea, what is this blend?" He asked, now taking a moment to smell the tea.

"It's this tea from a shop in Heaven called 'DiviniTEA.' The leaves are infused with some of original flowers in Eden."

"And you can still acquire this tea?" He asked, looking quizzical, yet his ever lasting smile still present.

"I was one of their best customers, they specially send me a box of goodies every month." I whispered in a hushed voice. "Don't tell anybody, I don't want them to get in trouble."

"Oh, how rebellious. You really are falling into your stereotype as a fallen Angel." He laughed.

I smiled sadly at hearing this. I truly didn't want to encourage any other falls, especially Emily's. I am afraid one day I am going to see her down here and I would be beside myself with guilt.

"Forgive me, I believe that joke might have not been appropriate." He said, placing a hand on mine, which was sitting on the table.

"It's alright Alastor. I'm just tired I guess. I don't know." I said, now absent-mindedly stirring my tea.

"Well, dancing with his, short, majesty must have been exhausting." He bitterly said.

"Oh come on, Alastor, he's not that bad. We had a rather enjoyable waltz. Especially in comparison to Vox. Ugh, he was awful to dance with. Very grabby."

Suddenly an intense flicker of the lights just inside the Palace drew my attention away from Alastor.

"Ha, what did you say?" His voice sounded broken, angry.

I pulled my gaze back to Alastor, whose eyes were now shaped as small radio dials and he looked notably upset.

"Uhhh.. yeaah. Vox asked for a dance."

He didn't respond, he just continued to stare at me. Almost through me.

"And I didn't want to upset him, yknow for Angel's sake with Valentino, so I gave him a dance."

Still no answer.

"Just the one!" I quickly added, hoping that would calm him down slightly. "And then I tried to get away from him, but he kept insisting on another dance, and making all these creepy innuendos, and he wouldn't let go of me, but before I could do anything Lucifer stepped in and got him to let go of me."

Somehow he seemed more angry.

"Alas-" I began.

"Are you okay?" He interrupted.

"I a- yes, Alastor, I'm fine. Annoyed with him, but fine." I said, now taking my hand from under his and placing it on top, in a gesture of peace.

"Jolly good then, because I will kill him if he touches you again. Or if you would like me to. Just say the words, darling."

Shocked. Just shocked at the words. I knew of Alastor's past earth life, and what he did to be considered a sinner, but this was almost maniacal.

No, it is. So quick to violence.

"I am serious, (Y/n), if he so much as looks in your direction again, or worse, upsets you, I will tear his soul into a million pieces and take pleasure as he begs for a mercy he will never get."

"Uhh..thank you Alastor?" I said, not intentionally in a questioning tone, but I just simply did not have a response.

"But how about we put that on the back burner for now?" I added, reaching to pour myself another cup of tea.

"No, no, allow me." He held his hand up to stop me from grabbing the pot. I pulled my hands into my lap. "I just want you to know, I have no issue protecting you." He said, now pouring my tea.

"Thank you, truly Alastor, I appreciate it; but believe me, I can protect myself." I said calmly.

"Oh yes, I have no doubts about that, my dear, but I will not simply stop where I believe you would. Sugar?"

"Yes, 2 lumps, but what do you mean by that?"

He hummed in acknowledgement, and responded, "I only mean, you are still an Angel. Fallen or not, you, my Angelic darling, will only go so far to.. take care of your problems."

I paused, watching him as he stirred my tea. To an extent he was right. I still want to be good. It is in my nature to see the best in people and try to help them see that in themselves. Trust, I have often been told, is my greatest weakness, and will be my downfall.

There was a thick silence on this balcony. Alastor scared me, but I also admired his fierce loyalty. I often found myself trying to find the best way to say something to him. A simple conversation with him is like a chess game. One wrong move, a sloppy play, a careless thought, could end the game.

"It's getting late. I think I'm going to head back to the Hotel." I quietly said, finishing up my tea.

"Do you need an escort?" He asked, now standing.

"No, thank you Al. I'm just going to fly back." I said as I shrugged the cardigan I was wearing off and stood up.

"If you insist, but that does allow me to go to this Party Rosie is hosting later in the night. She always has the best finger foods." He laughed.

"Very funny, I'm going to find everybody and let them know I'm heading home, goodnight Alastor." I smiled at him, I held up my hand to wave goodbye at him, but I was instead met with him gently taking my hand in his.

"Yes, goodnight (Y/n), I will see you tomorrow." He removed his hat with his other hand, bowed, and gently brought my hand to his lips.

He placed a gentle peck on my hand. Chaste. Gentlemanly. Respectfully.

I blushed at this display, it's not every day you see the Radio Demon being this gentle, or bowing. From his slightly bent position, he raised his head, just slightly, to meet my eyes. His signature smile seemed bigger somehow. And with that, he disappeared in a black shadow.

I shook off the weird feeling I had after he left and returned into the Palace. One by one I found my fellow hotel occupants and told them I would be going home. Nifty had expressed a want to go home as well, so I agreed to fly her home with me. On my goodbye rounds, I wasn't able to find Lucifer anywhere. I made a mental note to text him once I got home, thanking him for a helluva ball.

"Alright Niff, you ready to go?" I looked down at the fiesty woman who was clinging on to my leg.

She only nodded eagerly.

I led us to the balcony, and once I reached the railing, I set my hands on the cold metal.

I unfurled my wings and gave them a good stretch before asking Nifty to jump into my arms.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?"

I turned to see Lucifer, leaning on the frame of the balcony doors. Nifty, ignoring his presence and immediately falling when I didn't catch her, hit the ground with a thud.

"Oh bless it, Niff are you okay?" I immediately crouched to her level.

"Yay, pain¡" She said, face still smushed into the ground. She then proceeded to climb up the railing and throw herself the few feet off the railing.

Lucifer and I shared a look of confusion but shook it off.

"Wow. I have never actually seen your wings, (Y/n), they are immaculate." His words entered my head.

I smiled at the compliment Lucifer sent me, but subconsciously, I curled my wings in.

"Well, in my defense, I couldn't find you." I said to him. "Probably too busy dancing with every demon in there." I nodded my head toward inside the Palace, which a small crowd began to form, waiting for Lucifer to exit. Probably ready to jump to his side and ask for a dance, or some type of favor.

"Do I detect a bit of jealousy in your voice?" He approached.

"In your dreams, morningstar." I said, unmoving.

"Well, I sure hope to see you in my dreams."

My eyes widened, but I quickly realized he had sent this thought into my head and did not actually say it out loud. He laughed out loud at my shock, but quickly spoke again.

"Well, I won't keep you two for long, thank you both for coming. I will see you..when I see you." He said, his attention shifting between Nifty and myself.

"Thank you. Sorry I couldn't stay longer, I am just a bit out-socialed." I slightly bowed to him.

"Believe me, so am I." He said lowly.

I laughed at this. He really does hate the lime light. He gave me one last smile and a tip of his hat and returned into the Palace.

"Alright Niff, let's get out of here." I grabbed her as she jumped off the railing again, she expressed displeasure once she did not hit the ground.

I began to flap my wings to become airborne. This caught the attention of a few demons inside the Palace. Suddenly, the balcony was swarmed with demons, watching me take off.

Before I began the journey, I turned and gave all those gathered on the balcony a wave. I noticed bright flashes of light, cameras undoubtedly. I didn't stay long, I really just wanted to get home and curl into bed.

Once I arrived back with Nifty, she ran off to do whatever it is she does. I never know with her. The newly remodeled hotel included a landing zone for Lucifer, Vaggie, and I. And I stayed there, atop the roof, for a minute. Looking back in the direction of the Palace, I could make out the faint image of red and white wings circling around the Palace.

"Huh, jealous much?" I laughed to myself. I made my way to the stairs, leading to the elevator of the Hotel.

Once I found myself in my bedroom, I sank into my bed. My shoes were the first thing to be kicked off. I wanted to take those things off the moment I put them on a few hours ago. I laid with my feet dangling off the edge for a moment, simply enjoying the peace.

'Bzzz' 'bzzz'

My silence was interrupted by my phone going off with a text.

I had several new ones, informal ones from Stolas and Fizz both introducing their phone numbers. But the one that stood out was from Lucifer.

'Hey you. I had noticed your wings are in desperate need of preening. And I realized mine probably need it too. Wanna make a deal with the Devil?'

Almost immediately the three dots, signifying he was typing a new message popped up.

'The Devil being le. Not Satan. I woulldt recommend talking to him.'

I laughed, and as soon as that text appeared, another came,

'He is baf. And not evwn in a fub way.'

I cringed at his typos. And typed my response out despite the fact that he appeared to be typing another message.

'Luci, are you flying and texting? What would the elders say??'

'Nothing I haven't heard before I'm su5e.'

'Open to your window'

Puzzled, I dragged myself off of my bed and drew back the curtains to reveal my fellow fallen angel with a bottle in his hands.

I immediately unlocked and opened the windows and allowed him in.

"Hey, do you make it a habit to just ditch your own parties?" I laughed while snapping the window closed.

"Yes, actually. I actually lasted longer than I usually do tonight. Let it be known the King of Hell is an early sleeper." He said the last part dramatically.

"What's the bottle for?" I asked, now realizing he had two glasses with him.

"Oh, well, am I glad you asked." He teleported to the mini fridge I had in the corner of my room.

"It's a gift for you, my champagne. I grabbed one out of my collection since you seemed to enjoy it." He said shyly. "And uh, the glasses are a gift as well." He set them down gently.

"Thank you, Lucifer, we can enjoy a glass when I eventually preen your wings." I suggested.

He sighed dramatically. "Ohh, yes. Thank you. You know how hard it is to reach some of these feathers, and it would be weird to ask my daughter's girlfriend to do it, since, you know how.. sensitive they are." He rambled.

I paused, so he doesn't think it's weird for me to do it. Huh, usually it's considered so intimate, Angel's mates usually do it for them. Either that or the spa treatments for our wings.

"I think that's what I miss the most from Heaven, the wing spa days. They were wonderful." I commented, now returning to my bed. In talk of wings, I felt the need to stretch my wings out, so I did.

Lucifer stood there, looking, no admiring, my wings. Compared to his, I really didn't see much to admire. They are just the standard white wings, but I have silver feathers hidden in some creases. Emily often said I had a blueish tint to the heights of them, but I could never see it.

"Wow." He said breathlessly, approaching almost reaching out to touch my wings. But he immediately pulled his hand back.

I don't know what possessed me to grab his hand before it was too far away, but I did. He also seemed shocked at this move. But he didn't pull away. He seemed to lean into the touch.

"Thank you for tonight. I appreciate you hosting the party and for helping me get more comfortable." I smiled at the man standing in front of me.

"Oh yes, u-any time. You live here now, I want you to be as comfortable as you can be." He raised his other hand to my cheek.

I held my breath, but leaned into his hand. This small action caused a bright smile to take over his face.

"Also, if I'm going to continue to allow DiviniTEA to send you these packages, you're going to need to start sharing with your king." He smirked, I believe more at my reaction to him revealing that he knows about my inter-dimenional tea shipping.

"Oh, sweetness, I'm kidding. You don't have to share with me, I'm happy to give you anything I can. And that tea is the best ever made." He laughed, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

"Thank you." I smiled.

A sudden circus theme startled both of us, and he, in particular, jumped a couple feet away from me. He pulled out his phone and rolled his eyes, and shook his head upon reading the contact. He sighed, annoyed.

"Yknow, I can make us a pot of it. Share a quick cup?" I suggested, trying to lighten his sour mood he just found himself in.

"As much as I would love nothing more than to just sit in the parlor and have tea with you, I suddenly have some matters to attend to." He rubbed his temple in frustration.

"Is there anything I can help with?" I stood, now walking towards the frustrated King.

"Perhaps eventually, but right now this is something I have to deal with on my own." He reached for my hand.

This seemed almost instinctual. Like he was used to reaching put to somebody for support.

"Okay, just let me know. I know I'm not some big important Angel, but I'll always help any way I c-" I was cut off by Lucifer quickly wrapping his arms around me. His arms were cradling my head, and I felt his wings extend and envelope me into another embrace.

"Please don't doubt your importance. I trusted you and you alone to be Hell's ambassador, and I would trust you with that in a thousand lifetimes." He created some distance, just enough to look me in my eyes. "You are pure hearted, kind, incredibly smart, and strikingly beau-" His eyes went wide, and he cleared his throat, "..dutiful. You're very dutiful. That's what I mean. Not that you're not beautiful. You are (y/n), you are heavenly. But what I mean is, I thin- you are just so.." He shook his head again and curses himself under his breath.

I blushed at his choice of word and our closeness. His phone going off again interrupted his franticness. He pulled out of the embrace and apologetically answered the call.

"What?!" He exclaimed into the phone.

Not wanting to eavesdrop on the phone all, I made my way to the glasses he had set on my counter. My jaw dropped when I saw them.

They were both champagne flutes, but the designs were what was so captivating. One was a baby blue, almost so light, I could barely tell it was blue, tinted glass, etched with intracint silver patterns along the lip and base of the glass.

The other was a very light tinted red. It was clearly red, and not pink. Something hard to accomplish. Often lighter reds, just look pink. This did not. The accenting color on this glass was white. White etching on, again, the lip and base of the glass. Upon further examination, the patterns in this glass looked like.. Lucifer's wings.

I gasped and grabbed the blue glass and traced the silver etching with my fingers, I now noticed the pattern resembled my own wings.

I turned around to see Lucifer still on the phone. His eyes met mine. I smiled at him and held the two glasses up.

"Yes. Yes, I'll be here soon. Just calm down. We're going to figure it out." He sighed into the phone. "I have to go. See you in a minute."

"Oh to be king."

"These are beautiful."

We both started talking simultaneously.

"Oh, you think so? Just something I threw together before I decided to pay you a visit." He shrugged, checking his watch.

"You can go, Lucifer. Please don't feel like you need to stay." I said, snapping my fingers to open my window.

"That's just the thing, I want to stay with you." He muttered that last part.

"Now now, I can't keep the King of hell to myself. What would the papers say?" I dramatically threw my hand over my forehead in exaggeration.

"I don't care what they say. Listen, I don't have time right now, but there's so much I want- no I need to say to you." He grabbed my hands and pulled them close to his chest.

"Lucif-"

"Please, just let me take care of some things, and I will tell you everything after." He hushed me.

"Okay," I nodded, not seeing anything else I could add to the conversation.

"Okay." He said and placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

He gave me one final look and a wave before he took off.

I closed my window and sat on the bed, confused, excited, exhausted.

So much has happened today, and I have ended the day with more questions than I started the day with.

Who knows what is next. I guess only time will tell.

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