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Request: Striker and Alastor find out their s/o is Hell royalty, like sibling to Charlie... Bonus thanks if they've been together for years and have a kid ~

*humble bow*

Finding out their S/O is a child of Lucifer

Striker

The morning was like any other.

Youd woken up first, as you always did, getting up and began to prepare breakfast.

Striker, being the night owl he was, spent as much time in bed as he could. Forced out when the sweet, sweet smell of your cooking would rouse him, the Imp grumbling as he walked to the kitchen.

He'd jump onto a seat and watch you cook. Looking over you, a gentle smile would cross his lips as he simply watched you.

Looking over you'd see his gaze, asking him curtly, "what?"

Striker just leaned back, hands out. "Nothin. Just appreciating the beautiful view." He assured you, grinning ear to ear.

You just smiled back, rolling your eyes.

Not long after you'd finish cooking, plating you both up some breakfast, the two of you sharing a kiss as you served him his plate.

It was delicious as always, the Imp telling you as much, the little devil taking your hand into his own as you ate.

Youd sit there for a while, just eating in peaceful bliss, until suddenly the nearest window burst open and in flew a large bird.

The bird itself greatly resembled a crow. If a crow could grow to the size of an Eagle. The bird itself held in one claw a large scroll.

After a moment you'd reach out, scratching behind the ravens head as you slid the scroll out of its grasp.

Youd feed it some of your breakfast, the burd squawking at Striker when he got too close to it.

Youd easily slide it open with one hand, quickly looking it over and as you realised what you were seeing.

Striker was still reeling from the burd swooping in, so he still didnt really know what was happening when you suddenly jumped up and began running around.

He just sat there, watching you scramble around the apartment, grabbing photos off the walls. Grabbing various nick knacks and photos, before rushing over to him.

You crammed all the stuff into his arms before pulling him up.

"I know your probably confused Babe, but you need to leave right now!" You told him, leading him to your front door.

"What?!" He gawked, completely unsure what was happening.

"You just need to trust-" you cut off, having swung the door open, and in the doorway was your parents.

Lucifer and Lilith. King and Queen of Hell.

The pair would stare at you, then at Striker, then back to you.

Stepping into the house Lucifer would move closer, reaching down and picking up one of the photos, it being a photo of you and Striker curled up in a lovers embrace, the words 'Be Mine Forever' Written across the photo.

He looked at it, before looking up at you.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us?" He'd ask simply looking up at you.

Youd tell him to go to your bedroom, and while he may wished to have stayed, he wasn't gonna object while the literal devil was standing before him.

So, he'd leave, hiding in your bedroom, dumping the stuff on your bed before carefully listening in as you spoke with the devil. He couldn't make out much, but the devil sounded angry.

He waited until you opened the door. Stepping back, he'd wait until in entered, only for you to suddenly hug him, before kissing him deeply.

Pulling back you'd lead him into the living room where Lucifer and Lilith waited, sat on your nice white couches.

Standing beside the Imp, you held his hand firmly before saying, thr slightest anxiety in your voice.

"This is Striker." Turning to him, you held out a hand. "Striker, this is Lucifer and Lilith... My parents."

Striker just stood there, gears turning until he seemed to realise what had just been said, the Imps eyes bulging as it all clicked together. He looked at the couple, then at you, then at the couple.

He couldn't believe it.

But he could at the same time.

Youd always been fairly cagey about your past, never letting to much be known.

But in all fairness, he was pretty secretive about his life before you as well. So that didn't really raise any red coloured flags.

But you being royalty made a lot of sense.

You were the apitomy of refinement and while you never spoke on it to much, it was clear you were born in hell. Those being a very exclusive combination.

He'd just thought you were from some lost or illegitimate royal bloodline.

Not THE fucking Royal Bloodline of Hell!

So he just turned, staring up at you.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" He asked incredulously.

The look on your face actually made him feel bad. You looked so... so ashamed. So much so he wished he'd just kept his big mouth shut.

This would also be the point Lucifer would chime in. "Yes, I'd like to know that as well." The Devils smooth voice added. "2 years without so much as a letter, I'm wounded." He finished with some snark, but clearly still wanting answers.

So you take a seat, and after several moments of silence, you spoke simply.

"I was sick of living under the morningstar name. Sick of everyone being either terrified of me or treating me like you were some precious royal child."

That being when Lucifer chimed in, informing you, you were royalty. Your name wasn't Morningstar for nothing.

You glared at him, informing him you were sick of being handled with kiddy gloves. You wanted to actually work for something. To earn something in your life. Without there interference.

Lucifer stared at you for several moments before turning towards him, the Imp physically recoiling.

"And what about the Imp, it's evident you didn't inform him of your past, so at least we were both left in the dark."

Striker didn't make a smart comment, instead keeping his jaw shut. And that's when you'd snap at your father.

"I love Him."

Youd tell Lucifer, something that made his heart swell, telling them you'd been together for a few years and loved the Imp and he loved you.

The Imp agreeing with a simple nod, squeezing your hand, you turning and giving him a warm smile.

Lucifer would sit there, silently, staring off to the side for several moments before turning back.

"I expected more. I expected at the very least you'd tell us, your parents. Your family." Youd look down at that, clearly ashamed. "Do you have any idea of the stress you've caused us."

"Your an adult, and have every right to lead your own life, bit you have no right to simply leave us out of it for no reason." He finished with a huff.

Lilith just took his hand into her own, finishing simply. "We just wish you'd allowed us to be a part of your life, that's all."

You didn't look at them im, merely staring at the ground, clutching His hand.

Lucifer stood up, and you just clamped your eyes shut, practically quivering with emotion.

The devil would approach you, looming over you, and just when striker feared the worst, the Devil reached out, snatching you into an embrace, holding you to his chest.

"I'm just so happy to see you, my child."

At that you broke down, hugging him back, clinging to your father. Lilith would quickly join, you hugging her just as close.

Striker would just sit there, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers as you reunited with your parents.

After some more tears and some heartfelt moments with your parents you'd all sit back down, sharing more words before the conversation would turn to him.

Youd happily pull him close, proudly introducing him as your S/O.

Lucifer would eagerly greet the Imp, the man asking him a whole myriad of questions. Striker would answer how he could, doing his best to turn his charm back on.

Youd talk and talk and talk.

He'd comment on how surprised the pair were alright with you being with an Imp. Lucifer would pause, staring at him for several moments, completely stone faced.

Before a smile crossed his lips, the devil releasing a hearty chuckle.

He'd explain simply, neither he nor Lilith truly cared who or what their children ended up with. So long as they were happy and didn't make a fool of the family name, they weren't interested in fussing with their child's relationships.

To which Striker released a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

You speak some more, even popping open some wine. The four of you going on long into the night.

Youd tell stories and tell jokes and surprisingly enough, you'd sit there bonding like a family, a very new sensation for the Imp, but certainly not an unpleasant one.

Eventually, the pair would get up to leave. You sharing another warm hug with your parents before they left.

And when the pair were gone, and you cleaned up the glasses and empty bottles you'd stand by the sink for several minutes until Striker noticed approaching you before softly asking what was wrong?

And once he got close you spun around and pulled him close.

You held him to your chest, tearfully apologising, telling him you were sorry for never telling him about any of it. Practically begging him not to leave you.

Striker was stunned initially, until he'd coo, pulling you close. He'd console you, pulling you back before telling you tenderly.

"I'll always love you."

To which you simply kissed, holding each other close.

Alastor

Alastor would be walking around your home.

He of course had his own place, but when you'd gotten together, you'd decided to get a place of your own.

And so, he'd be walking through your library, looking through the selection. Much of which was his so he had a good understanding of what he was looking for.

He'd have just found a book, and was getting a quick snack to eat when he heard the front door practically slam open.

He'd snap into action, rushing to the door only to come face to face with Satan himself.

The two of them would just stand there, staring at each other.

This was not there first meeting. Alastor, being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, meant he was on occasion, invited to chat with his highness.

Typically after raising hell in, well, I think you get it.

So, for him to see the king of Hell at your rather humble abode was quite the surprise.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, rather confused.

The devil looked bewildered, snapping back with, "What am I doing here? What the Hell are you doing here?!" He snapped, marching up to him.

They stared at each other for several moments, until a new voice chimed in.

"Dad?"

They both turned, alastor finding you in the doorway with groceries.

"Dad?!" Alastor gawked.

"Sweetie, I can explain." You assured him, dropping your bags.

"Sweetie?!" Lucifer gawked in turn.

The two would snap to the other, glaring at the other.

You quickly got in between the pair of them, separating the pair. The two demanding answers from you.

So, after settling yhr pair down, you'd do your best to explain.

Alastor would ask why you hadn't told him your identity, you'd been together for two years.

To that Lucifer would snap, "Two Years!?"

To which you'd shut him down.

Youd calmly explain to Alastor that when you'd first met, you were smitten. And a big part of that was the mutual intruige between the two of you.

And yes, you probably should have been up front with him when you began your relationship, you should have told him.

But could he really tell you, hed treat you the the same after discovering you were a Morningstar.

Alastor would try to refute you, but after a moment of thought, he conceded. To which you'd tell him you loved your relationship, and didn't want it to change, you were scared how hed react, or how hed treat you after finding out.

Alastor warmly conceding, accepting your apology, the two of you sharing a brief kiss.

Then there was Lucifer.

Your father demanded answers, To which you seemed rather sullen.

You got close to the man, warmly telling him you loved him. And your mother. And Charlie. But you were sick of living in the Morningstar shadow.

You told him you wanted to build your own life. Earn something with your own abilities. You didn't just wanna live off your lineage forever.

Lucifers anger quickly dissipated, the man holding you close, the two of you sharing a tender moment. He'd tell you he understood, although he'd add playfully he wish you'd told him you were seeing someone. The best part of being a dad was tormenting your child's first date.

After that, you'd formerly introduce your relationship. "Dad, this is Alastor. My S/O."

The two would have a stiff greeting, keeping civil for your sake.

Youd lead them into the kitchen, your father eagerly helping with your groceries, something he'd... actually never done.

Youd end up at the dinner table, Lucifer just bathing you in praise, just complementing the Hell out of your very humble home, at least compared to the palace you lived in throughout your childhood.

It was perhaps a little much, but it was nice to know he was trying.

Youd talk, sharing stories and explaining how you'd met. It actually being at a show, the two of you meeting at the bar, a surprisingly cliché beginning to a relationship between two such extraordinary demons.

Youd spend a while longer just talking with the pair, answering questions and reminiscing on your relationships. Your father a little caught up on how you were basically your own person now, a bit of a hit in the gut for the old man.

And while you were loving that the two most important men in your life seemed to be getting along, in reality the pair were far from happy with the other.

It began with dirty looks. Glaring whenever you turned from them.

Then it was slight kicks to the shins or feet by 'accident', eventually accumulating when Lucifer made Alastors glass of wine spill onto him.

And so, while you left to get something to clean it up with, Lucifer would leer over the table, coldly telling him.

"Listen you Radio 'demon', I don't care what you do to fulfil your twisted sense of humour, but I swear, If you so much as raise your voice to my baby eternal damnation won't even slightly describe the pain and horror I'll unleash upon you. Understand?"

Alastor had a thousand snide remarks he could have made, and would have, if not for you re-entering the room with a towel.

Youd clean him up, the demon smiling smugly at your father before he was more or less cleaned up.

Youd spend a while longer talking amongst the three of you, the two bickering, but eventually Lucifer had to make it back to the manor, the two of you sharing a tender family moment.

Youd hug him, telling him to pass on your love to Charlie and Lilith, the man telling you of course he would.

Youd share another few moments before he'd go to leave. And as he did, he'd see Alastor pulling you close, smirking at the Devil as he held you close, kissing your head.

Lucifer would keep his smile, secretly seething, planning a terrible fate for the Radio themed demon.

Youd close the door, turning to him and cupping his face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just... I wanted something real... I didn't want my past to influence this."

Alastor would simply coo, cupping your face in turn.

"It's fine darling. I completely understand your trepidation and, well, to be completely honest, this was a wonderous surprise~" He cooed, pulling you close, the two of you sharing a tender kiss, the man holding you to his chest, the two of you basking in your love for one and other.

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