Heartwarming Connection:
Supposed date that Lucifer asked that nameless girl on was spent in the Pride Ring at Nightmare Night Club and The Red Room Cocktails. Endless dancing wasn't the only surprising talent this girl had that shocked him. She stepped and moved to the beats of more classical songs. Went side by side when he also found her humming with lyrical song. Apple themed cocktails and alcoholic drinks she knew by heart. Listing the ingredients that one needed to mix and the glass for a single drink. Left him floored was the outfit she decided to wear for their outing. All black, hollow out hips, completely backless, silver chain, halter top styled, fishtail Dress. Matching 4.6inch heeled of open toed pumps, lace and embroidered shawl, and wicker clutch on silver chain. Her hair worn down and styled to lay on a single shoulder with curls perfectly bouncing.
Didn't come to an end like most dates when Lucifer was saying goodbye to her at the elevator's entrance. When the beginning of an acid rain started before two could split apart. Out came one of Lucifer's wings to shelter her from the acidic water droplets. She watched that feather appendage stretch out and cover her head. Up went her fingers to trance the soft fibers of reddish hues with such curiosity. Reminded Lucifer of his times visiting Gardens of Eden and saw an innocence. One that is dismissed when a delicate and soft tingling from her touches his feathers. Swirled something deep within him with goosebumps forming on his skin. Rush of need raced through him when his breath hitched at the way she combed her fingers over his wing.
"I have never been so close to an actual wing," He heard her as tried to control the sensations stirring in him, "Only seen the harpy's wings since I can … "
Finding him with an inner terminal had her blinking in mild shock. She had her remembering something about how sensitive a wing is. Which made her feel like a fool when she pulled her hand away quickly.
"So sorry," She squealed out, "I usually don't do things without thinking."
"Not your fault," He found his voice, "It's been a LONG time since someone has touched these."
"You preened them quite well." She was impressed with how well they were groomed.
"I try." He found her.
She leaned toward him to place a kiss on his cheek just when the announcement to the Wrath ring was made. She pulled away, thanking him for another entertaining night out.
"Wait!" He realized, "I never got your name."
"Elayne Bloodmarch." She answered.
"When can I see you again?" He asked.
"You know where to find me." She smiled at him.
He waved her with one hand and the other rested on the spot she kissed his check. Fading warmth behind the simple kiss slowly pulled out blush from him. Had him draw his wing back as he watched her walk away. Slowly from fading his view had him going mentally blank in those passing minutes. As he turned away from the direction his date for the night had left. Somehow he found his way back to the hotel in the rain. Where his daughter greeted him when he walked through the door.
"Dad," Charlie noticed he was drenched, "You're soaked."
"I'll go get a towel." Vaggie was off.
"Let's sit down and you can tell me everything." Charlie directed them toward the bar.
Two would take a seat while Lucifer looked at a bottle of tree sap whiskey. Half way empty despite being on top shelf with appearance not being touched.
"Tonight," Her father said, replaying the events of the night over in his head, "Was one of those magical ones."
"That sounds wonderful." Charlie tried to imagine.
"She flowed with me when we danced and had a gentle hum." He could still hear her.
He then offered a hand to his daughter after he removed his wet top hat and placed it on the bar. Charlie took her father's hand with an eager smile and was pulled into a dance. She moved with him as he recalled the way Elayne danced together. Made Charlie remember when she was a little girl and used to dance with her father.
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One of the many customers that got a delivery from Sweet Tooth was occupants of Asmodeus' Tower. Elayne always showed in her famed red, hooded capelet and signature heels. Her usual covered basket hanging securely off one of her arms upon showing up. She stepped out of the elevator in the area leading to the front set of grand front doors. Making her way to the knock since she was given strict orders to NEVER ring the doorbell. When she was about to place her fisted glove to the surface of a door.
"Welcome." Fizzarolli spoke from Asmodeus' shoulders .
Confetti shot into the air just when Asmodeus was going to greet Elanye with a yawn. Bits of brightly colored paper had her fanning it away from her face when she was welcomed inside.
"Hell hog burger special with lube samples Asmodeus wanted," She listed what they ordered, "Fact I am not delivering our usual products from our cosmetic line is odd."
"I may have retired from performing, but it gives me more time with my man." Fizzarolli happily hugged Asmodeus.
"Memories we have been making." Asmodeus paused.
He ended up allowing her inside so she could empty her basket out on the usual table. First she set out his favorite items from Sweet Teeth's cosmetic line. An eye liner, reddish lip liquor, and skin cream formulated for burn scars. Lacked 4 in 1 Theatrical Creme Foundations, neutral setting powder, and White face paint. Second were small bottles of lube made from hell plants and tree sap. They came with handwritten tags tied around the neck of the bottles. When Fizzarolli watched over she set each one down with great interest. He grouped together the ones that he liked and wanted Asmodeus to check out. Third was a neatly sealed brown bag of freshly made breakfast burgers. Made with ground hell hog meat and usual fixings that made Fizzarolli squeal.
"You remembered the special sauce?" Fizzarolli asked, trying to hold back from touching them.
"Just the way you like." She informed him.
Happy squeal he let out before Asmodeus opened the bag and handed Fizzarolli the first one. He quickly unwrapped to admire the perfectly stacked burger. He took his time eating as attention turned to bottled lube by Asmodeus.
"Your brother is a genius in these natural lubes," Asmodeus picked up ones Fizzarolli sorted, "Fact, he was willing to part with just these..."
"Have fun testing them," She hinted, "I'll be going."
She ended up saying her goodbyes to them already knowing her way out and on to her routine. Had her going to one of the doorsteps of hell royalty she disliked visiting. After knocking and being greeted by an Imp that answered the door. Where she was shown to the private garden belonging to Prince Stolas. Variety of Hell plants that are found through garden beds. Amazed her as she tried to not turn to an angry stare belonging to Stella. Women never liked how her husband had an attractive delivery demom. Start coming to their home with garden related products and other items.
"Miss. Bloodmarch," Stolas happily approached her, "You alright?"
"Usual set of eyes." She turned attention to who was staring.
They went on to forget when she handed over an invoice for harpy dung and hell plant seeds. Which Stolas was careful in looking over for errors or over charges. Making sure to not touch her direct skin covered by her capelet or her gloves.
"Your brother," Stolas was impressed with the numbers, "I do wish he would accept my invitation to discuss botany, maybe Agricultural science, or Herbology."
"Discussing his social life is like pulling teeth," She sighed, "Very difficult and he doesn't want to talk about it."
"Have you been able to control your empathic touch?" He asked.
"I went on a romantic outing," She smiled at memories of last night, "Didn't interfere one bit."
"Tell me everything while I fetch my check book." He was excited to hear the details.
Stolas ended up paying her the usual due amount with assurance his compliments would be passed on to her brother. Taking him on his offer to walk her out since she had more places to go. Shaking her head that she wouldn't be making any stops near I.M.P city disappointed him. Didn't stop him opening a portal for her to step through to her next location.
"Someday?" She asked him.
"I do hope so." He watched her walk.
She ended up not looking back when the portal was closed behind her when she made her usual stops. Stopping at the usual business that had a sales agreement with her brother. Opening her own portals for haries to bring the product through into the storage room. While presenting an invoice to the demon for payment or their own records. Sometimes she had an extra tip that was under the table for just being herself or looking good. Ended with her at the doorstep of Hazbin Hotel with her eyes looking up. Not wanting to walk inside and bother the staff when dropping to see if they wanted to renew their order.
"I don't want to come off desperate," She clicked her heels together.
Had her looking down at her 3D printed heels designed and made by Cristina Franceschini. Modeled after the moment Eve bit into an apple from the Tree of Knowledge. Came in an ivy white coloring from the material that made up the show to the straps.
"All the heels I had worn." She mentally swore, "Why the ones that depict a moment of his past? I mean it was the red riding hood and apple shoe you wear that got you noticed by him."
She took a step and made her way inside where she only greeted Husk within an empty lobby. Sight nobody else had her walk over to the bar and take a familiar seat with a basket in her lap .
"Just us?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, "Need some company?"
"Does it look like I need someone to chat with?" Husk asked her.
"Everyone does," She set her basket aside, "You remind me of my brother."
Down went the dish rag he was using to wipe down glasses to pour her bottle of nonalcoholic cinder. Not caring if the glass was chill or not when she thanked him for the drink. Placing a tip for him next to the napkin her drink was placed on before a quietness went on. She took her first glass when crossing her legs made Husk gulp out of discomfort.
"Just for kicks," Husk tried to steer the conversation, "Care to share how pretty thing like you end up in a place like this?"
"Back on Earth," She sadly recalled, "My brother and I come from a family that practiced witchcraft for decades, and we're also descended from nephilim on our mother's side."
"A double whammy." Husk nods his head.
"In the eyes of the angels," She tried to not cry, "We're condemned for being for who we are."
Husk ended up feeling the mood dampen when he watched her grow quiet and disinterested in her drink.