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Peering down at his now official boyfriend, it was pretty obvious that he did genuinely adore the former angel with all he had.
Okay, so maybe the demon had a major reputation as a flirt. A big flirt, who held nothing back at all in making his attention of someone known, and while this was his personality for the best part of a century, it was also a source of embarrassment for senior officials in the Kingdom. But how were they supposed to approach the King of HELL and tell him that he was an embarrassment?
In short, they couldn't. But Eden was, in that case, a blessing. He was a way in which to stop the outlandish flirting Lucifer proceeded to show, and monogamy would, hopefully, engage the King in a sense of loyalty and love, helping him, as a result, to focus more on the people and, of course, the oncoming drum of war.
But despite the love the man understandably had for his lover, and the sense of right that would come from it for the people, it wasn't entirely... expected that he would continue with monogamy. Heck, he'd lived a lifestyle of relaxation and impulse for years now, decades even, so was he capable of at least forming a relationship with Eden that would last?
And evidence of that answer being no came from his unsubtle admiration of his former wife only seconds previous, but the fact he had at least had the 'decency' to hide it from Eden did portray a sense of love. In other cases, with other people, he wouldn't care about their feelings, but when it came to Eden, protecting him was key.
And wasn't that a sense of love?
Quietly hitching his daughter up into his arms again once recognising her little yawns and shuffling of her feet as a indication of tiredness, he held her as though he had experience with her - though had only seen her once before now, as a newborn, as awful as that truth was. But he didn't expect it to happen again, given Eden's like of her.
"How about we go that little cafe for breakfast?" He asked, pointing out a small, yet up-market little cafe built into the smoking volcano nearby. "They serve the best pancakes, extra servings of caramel I can get for free, for obvious reasons. Not just the fact I'm a King-- I'm awfully handsome, ay? They can't refuse me a freebie~"
Okay, so maybe the demon had a major reputation as a flirt. A big flirt, who held nothing back at all in making his attention of someone known, and while this was his personality for the best part of a century, it was also a source of embarrassment for senior officials in the Kingdom. But how were they supposed to approach the King of HELL and tell him that he was an embarrassment?
In short, they couldn't. But Eden was, in that case, a blessing. He was a way in which to stop the outlandish flirting Lucifer proceeded to show, and monogamy would, hopefully, engage the King in a sense of loyalty and love, helping him, as a result, to focus more on the people and, of course, the oncoming drum of war.
But despite the love the man understandably had for his lover, and the sense of right that would come from it for the people, it wasn't entirely... expected that he would continue with monogamy. Heck, he'd lived a lifestyle of relaxation and impulse for years now, decades even, so was he capable of at least forming a relationship with Eden that would last?
And evidence of that answer being no came from his unsubtle admiration of his former wife only seconds previous, but the fact he had at least had the 'decency' to hide it from Eden did portray a sense of love. In other cases, with other people, he wouldn't care about their feelings, but when it came to Eden, protecting him was key.
And wasn't that a sense of love?
Quietly hitching his daughter up into his arms again once recognising her little yawns and shuffling of her feet as a indication of tiredness, he held her as though he had experience with her - though had only seen her once before now, as a newborn, as awful as that truth was. But he didn't expect it to happen again, given Eden's like of her.
"How about we go that little cafe for breakfast?" He asked, pointing out a small, yet up-market little cafe built into the smoking volcano nearby. "They serve the best pancakes, extra servings of caramel I can get for free, for obvious reasons. Not just the fact I'm a King-- I'm awfully handsome, ay? They can't refuse me a freebie~"
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