The Devil's Angel

Part 2.7~ Isaiah

Walking out the bathroom, I decided to let him cling to me. I didn't care who saw us, and at that moment, neither did Lucifer. 

"Are you hungry Luci?" I asked him.

A quick shake of the head was my response. Of course, he wasn't hungry. Who is when they're sick? But he still needed something to sustain him until he got his appetite back. Taking a seat in one of the black love seats, I used the pad on a nearby coffee table to order some porridge. It was light,  and easy to take in. Something he could eat without a problem. 

A bowl of warm porridge appeared on the black surface of the pad. I turned Lucifer's legs so he was sitting on my lap instead of facing me. He refused to turn fully around, so his right side was smooshed into me. Then I took the bowl of porridge from the coffee table. The arm that was encircling Lucifer held the bowl, while the other held the spoon. I scooped out little bits at a time, and Lucifer accepted them. The feeding process went on until Lucifer got full. He turned his head away when I held the spoon to his lips. It worried me that he ate less than half, but then again, he was sick. 

Knocking on the door made me look up from putting the bowl back. 

"Your Majesty, you have a visitor!" A maid's voice called through the door. 

I internally groaned, having completely forgotten about my meeting with some elf. "Tell him I'm busy right now!" I called back. My Luci's health was far more important to me than some trivial matter. 

"Ah, but- No, sir, you can't enter!" 

There was scuffling noises, during which I stood up. Lucifer wrapped his legs back around my waist, and his arms encircled my neck and held it tightly. I held him to my hip as my door was flung open, revealing a very angry elf. He had traditional white hair, and stormy dark blue eyes. He was quite tall, almost as tall as me. Almost. He was also quite built, which was rare to see on an elf.

I raised a brow at my doors that were ripped of their hinges. "Yes?" I asked, my voice dripping sarcasm. 

"You said we would meet today, so we are," the elf said, his angry tone making me feel disrespected. And I hated feeling disrespected. I felt my eyebrow twitch, the only portrayal of my annoyance. 

"Alright then, take a seat," I said, sitting back down in the black love seat. The elf plopped down in the two cushion couch opposite of me. I didn't turn Lucifer back around. Not like I could even if I wanted. He kept his warm face buried in my chest, eyes closed. 

I looked up at the elf who was staring quizzically at Lucifer. "Name?" I inquired. 

"Haldir. Your "helper" here prevented a needed battle between mine and a rival elf's clan, on your orders. I'd like to know why," the elf stated, looking very annoyed.

I sighed, leaning back in the seat. "I have long since banned any skirmishes between the elves, correct? And I'm sure you know why."

Haldir's eyebrow twitched. "But that was a decade ago! There's no way it'd happen again!" He protested. 

"And yet, there are still some areas that haven't recovered from the aftermath," I retorted. "So why don't you both sit down and deal with things civilly. We are not like the mortal realm. We will not solve our problems by going to war. I'm sure you could both come to a reasonable agreement."

Haldir looked as if he wanted to argue some more, but I held up a hand. "Look, you either solve this yourselves, or I personally will have to get involved."

That was enough to make him shut up. Begrudgingly, he stood, gave me a half-hearted bow, and walked to the doorway. To the maid, I said, "Please show him out." She bowed before hurrying after the angry elf.

 I waved my hand, repairing my doors. The entire ordeal had pissed me off. He had shown no respect, as if he was talking to one of his buddies instead of me, basically the king of this entire realm. The way he thought that I would just give him permission to do what he wanted was enough to make me want to throw him out the window and plummet to his death. 

Just as I was about to try and set him on the bed, Lucifer finally stirred, having napped during the whole ordeal. He looked around blearily as he yawned. I felt his head once again, checking his temperature. It was a little cooler than before but still too high to be healthy. 

"Bambi," Lucifer said suddenly, making me look down at him quizzically. 

"Bambi?" I parroted, trying to understand what he went. 

Lucifer frowned. "Bambi!" He repeated, louder. 

It took me a moment, but then I got it. "Oh, you want to watch Bambi. Sorry babes, not until you get better. You need to sleep."

Lucifer's bottom lip started quivering. "Bambiii!" He wailed, sounding as if he just got the news his mother died. Tears started gathering in his eyes, startling me. It was the first time I had ever seen him cry. The built up tears soon began to flow down his cheeks, sobs making his face flush even further. 

I cupped his cheek, brushing away his tears with my thumb. "Alright, alright. We'll watch Bambi. So stop crying."

With that, Lucifer sniffled, his tears magically stopping like that. He then looked at me expectantly, so I had to go through with it. I stood up, him still koala clinging to me. I walked out of the room and to the living room area the was right next door. I had plenty of lounges in the castle. 

Inside, I grabbed the remote for the huge flatscreen TV that was on the far wall before sitting down on the large, black "U" shaped couch. I turned the TV on, then flipped through everything until I finally found a place to buy Bambi. Once it started playing, Lucifer calmed down considerably. He exhaled slowly, his body untensing and sunk into mine. 

Barely a few minutes in, I saw how he was turning his neck to see the TV without moving his body away from mine. Realizing how he'd never fall asleep like that, I turned us so I was laying on the couch and he was laying on my chest, still staring at some rabbit teach a deer words. I didn't understand why he loved the unrealistic movie so much. As far as I could tell, it was some sappy movie about a baby deer that was neglected by his father. That was it. There was no other development whatsoever. 

Those were my original thoughts. I wouldn't lie, the mother dying was an unexpected plot twist. Usually, Dinsey movies didn't kill off such important characters. It made me hate the movie a bit less. 

By the time the credits started rolling, Lucifer was knocked out, his breathing finally becoming steady. 

I ran my fingers through his silky black hair, allowing the softness to lull me to sleep along with him. 

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