They were a family, once. A long time ago. And what comes with a family isn't always easy. There would always be hardships and trials, denial and stress, bonds to be dealt with. But in the end no matter what it seemed, they were family.
The way you said "I love you.", With a hoarse voice, under the blankets.
Chapter two
When the Demon King enters a room his presence freezes people. They stare, or bow, or think frantically of how to survive the encounter. Usually, His most well known assets know how to hide away, to keep away from his notice. After all, the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without having to fight. His people knew better, and there is no reason for anyone to be in this room. It was too late to finish any more business, not as the night bled to dark and the more… conspicuous members of his people came out to play.
That was usually.
Lucifer lets his sight roll over to the blob of darkness quivering in front of his desk. The two occupants in the room are waiting for him, the sense of fear anticipation respect horror bouncing back and forth between them. Slouched into the cushioned seat in front of his throne- a desk really, as informal as he could find, as they were far more pleasant. And with the added benefit that offering the enemy a cup of tea and biscuits always seemed to terrify them much more then a dark gloomy imposing throne made out of their families' bones ever did- a delicate tea cup is handed to him by the troll; a rattling cup, held up by an assortment of tentacles of the person in front of him. And, this was not what he was expecting.
The little cretin squeaks and gurgles, her giant dozens of eyeballs spanning the spine of her back and stomach, is rather disappointing as she shook in fear. Lucifer sits there in boredom, as a cup is poured for him as well and he relaxes into his chair.
A series of guttural sounds and dark magic screeches from the demon's skin, as unfortunately his brethren wasn't blessed with a series of useless mouths to go with the eyes she wasn't using. After she is done the blob sinks, all but becoming a formless blob of black ink on his floor. And he swears it's starting to sob.
"You quit." Lucifer says back, slowly, like he's tasting each word. Another, horrible shriek echoes through the room, louder than any other, and then the blob starts sobbing uncontrollably. All forty nine eye's she has throwing disgusting tears everywhere with. Lucifer looks to the side of her, where the troll pulls out a package of parchments.
The boogeyman was suing the Demon king. For damages.
There is a moment of silence. As the boogeyman just kept crying. Then, the king brought a hand up to his face, closing his eyes.
He stood, walking straight to his son's room, leaving the broken and mentally destroyed woman to be cleaned up by someone else. He swung open the door, the room in pitch black in front of him. But even through the dark he made out his son's eyes staring out at him through it.
"You tried to eat the boogeyman."
The accusation somehow sounded more annoyed than what he wanted, and, this little fucker- maybe somewhat approving even as he tried his hardest to express his disdain for the turn of events. But Meliodas just kept sitting in the middle of his bed, his legs tucked under him, his chubby features paired with hollow round eyes.
"Get in there runt, before I remake you," he walks forward, not touching him as his darkness lunged forward, stabbing the boy by the ankle before he can even formulate a way to bolt. The child's expression doesn't change for a moment as he is hung upside down in the air by one leg before being swung to the top of his covers. His blankets are pulled back with a thought and Lucifer immediately stuffs the boy under before wrapping thick chains of magic around him.
Technically, hog tying his son to the bed was the same as tucking him in.
"You are going to end up alone, with no one here at night to send you to sleep." the king says simply, picking up a pillow and putting it over the boy's face as Meliodas scowls. "Who is going to tuck you in at night, if you keep eating them," he says blandly.
"No," is the muffled reply, and Lucifer can't help himself at his son's even voice. "Oh, do you really think I will keep wasting resources on you?" there's a moment, a pause, before he answers.
"You're here," Meliodas monotones back with a hoarse voice, under the covers, "You'll come." His offspring's blank expression shifts for a single moment, the voidness of his eyes that Lucifer enjoyed immensely narrowing into an imitation of glee. Lucifer eyes the tiny hand sneaking out of the top blanket. How did he get that free, Lucifer wonders before he huffs.
He suppose the boy was right.