Lucifer had a firm grip on Emilia's waist as he walked out of a glamorous hotel room in the capital city of Serdona. He hummed lightly to himself as he brushed his hand against his wife's cheek.
He leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against hers, capturing her in an intense kiss. As he slipped his tongue between her lips, his gaze diverted to the right. He noticed a group of pedestrians whispering among themselves as he shared a moment of passion.
Lucifer pulled away and glared at them, his eyes turning a fiery red. "You dare stare at me?"
The pedestrians froze in their tracks, their eyes widening in fear as they realized they had caught the attention of Lucifer himself. Some began to mutter apologies under their breath, while others took a step back, clearly intimidated by the demonic aura emanating from him.
One brave soul managed to speak. "S-sorry, sir! We didn't mean to intrude," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
Lucifer's expression softened slightly as he regarded the trembling man. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the fiery glow in his eyes, returning them to their normal state. "See that you don't," he warned, his tone icy.
Emilia placed a reassuring hand on Lucifer's arm, smiling gently at the man who was brave enough to speak. "It's all right," she said, her voice calm. "Let's not let this ruin our evening, darling."
"We should just give them a show," Lucifer purred as he pulled Emilia closer.
"But aren't we here to take care of business, dear?" Emilia asked with a pout.
"Ah, yes, that," Lucifer sighed.
Lucifer pulled out the decree delivered to Britannica the day Azazel left for Azuche. The decree stated the kingdom must be registered; otherwise, Serdona had the right to invade and take over the land. Since Azazel was taking his sweet time getting hitched to Emma, Lucifer figured he would take it upon himself to become King of Britannica.
He'll thank me later. Plus, I would make a way cooler king. He can just worry about making babies or something.
"I wonder if Azazel will be angry," Emilia chuckled.
"Nah, I'm doing my boy a favor."
Emilia raised an eyebrow. "By usurping his throne?"
Lucifer shrugged. "Details, my dear. Details."
As they continued down the street, Lucifer couldn't help but notice the wary glances they received from passersby. He grinned mischievously and straightened his posture, puffing out his chest.
"Let them stare," he declared. "They'll soon learn that Lucifer, King of Britannica, is not a force to be reckoned with!"
Emilia rolled her eyes playfully. "And what about me? Am I to be your queen?"
Lucifer wrapped an arm around Emilia's waist, pulling her close. "Of course, my love," he replied, planting a kiss on her hand. "Together, we shall rule with style and flair!"
"And what of Hell, my dear?"
"Haha, yeah, that place." Lucifer frowned. "I've been torturing souls for so long. I wish for a break. This Britannica place is far more interesting at the moment."
Maybe I could rule all of Terra! All of Hell! Then I can start on heaven. Although I'm sure that blubbering fool of a brother will attempt to get in the way,.
Lucifer looked around and finally found the office he was looking for. He stepped inside the registar's office and glanced at a meek woman seated at the counter.
He walked up to the counter and placed the decree down. She looked at it, then toward him, then at the document again.
"I ain't afraid of no demon," she stated dryly.
...The hell? She should be.
"Oh, I assure you, you should be afraid of this one," Lucifer scoffed.
I scoffed. Dammit, I scoffed. I sound like Michael. I will never scoff again. That little pretentious asshole...never again.
The registrar eyed Lucifer, but instead of cowering, she straightened her posture and met his gaze with a steely resolve. "Listen, buddy, I've dealt with all sorts of characters in this office, and a demon king wannabe doesn't scare me one bit."
"You've got some nerve; I'll give you that," he remarked.
"Are you Azazel?" She asked as she looked at the document.
"Ha, no. I'm Lucifer, Lord of Hell," he hummed.
"Right," she stated sarcastically. "Since Britannica is unregistered, I can allow you to make changes."
"How generous of you," he remarked with sarcasm. "But I'm not here to make changes. I'm here to claim what's rightfully mine. My son just messed up the paperwork, so fix it."
The woman scoffed.
She sounds like Michael. Haha.
"Fine. Oh, Lord of Hell," she states sarcastically. "Ruler of Hell, and now the dinky kingdom of Britannicca. Sign here."
Lucifer takes the ink quilt and stylishly signs his name: Lucifer, Lord of Hell and King of Britannica.
The woman narrowed her eyes at Lucifer. "That was a bit much, don't you think?"
Lucifer flashed a charming smile. "When you're ruling both Hell and Britannica, a bit of flair is necessary. Wouldn't you agree?"
The registar rolled her eyes as she processed the document. "Flair? Sure. I guess you could call it that."
Lucifer leaned against the counter, his grin widening. "You've got a keen eye, my dear registrar. Perhaps I'll appoint you as my royal advisor."
The registar raised an eyebrow. "Oh, joy. I can't wait to add 'advisor to the Lord of Hell' to my resume."
"I assure you, it's a prestigious position," Lucifer stated, backing away from the counter. "You'll be advising on all matters diabolical."
The registar scoffed again.
Heh. Another pretentious scoff. She should be Michael's advisor instead.
"Let's not scare away the poor woman, darling. We do need her cooperation," Emilia said with a faint giggle.
The registar handed Lucifer back a signed copy of the decree. "If that's all, please leave."
"As long as you think about my offer," Lucifer requested as he escorted Emilia out of the building.
Hell, yes. I'm the King, baby!
Emilia laughed, as she could tell Lucifer was having strange thoughts from the wicked grin plastered across his face. "So, what does that make my dear Emma and Azazel?"
Lucifer scratched his chin. "Prince and Princess? They are our children, after all."
Emilia shook her head. "I doubt Emma will be happy with the princess title."
Lucifer shrugged. "I'll think about it."
"Then, let's go celebrate before we head back to our kingdom." Emilia smiled softly as she planted a kiss on Lucifer's cheek.
Emilia led him to the same bar where she had taken Azazel, Emma, and George when the trio first visited Serdona. When Emilia was enthusiastically greeted by the bartender, Lucifer became miffed by their overly friendly interaction.
"Emilia, darling!" The bartender greeted her as he kissed the top of her palm. "This way, please."
The bartender led the two to the usual booth. The entire time, Lucifer kept his eyes on the man while mumbling profanities under his breath.
"Ignore him, darling. He's just being his usual cheeky self," Emilia said to Lucifer as the bartender walked away.
"Cheeky, you say?" Lucifer asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes glowing fiery red. "Well, I can be quite cheeky myself when I want to be."
If this weren't Terra, that man would already be dead. I'd make him slave away for eternity on my Hell Farm.
The bartender returned minutes later, carrying Emila's usual order—an entire keg full of ale. He set it down on the table, then asked the two if there was anything else they needed.
Lucifer took a glass and filled it up. He took one drink, then spit it out. "This is foul."
"I'm terribly sorry, sir!" The bartender addressed Lucifer. "Let me get you something else."
As the bartender rushed off to fix the situation, Lucifer couldn't help but notice the way he lingered a bit too long near Emilia, flashing her a flirtatious grin. His eyes narrowed, a faint growl escaping his throat.
"That bartender has some nerve," Lucifer muttered under his breath.
"He's just being friendly," Emilia smiled as she poured a glass of ale.
"Friendly? He was staring right at your chest and winking." Lucifer frowned.
"Oh, that," Emilia laughed. "I used to flash him to get free drinks. A woman has to use her charms to her benefit."
"..."
Lucifer was beyond angry. I don't care if this is Terra. I will strangle him.
"Dear, you know I only have eyes for you now," Emilia purred as she reached over to take his hand.
"Whatever," Lucifer growled. "I am King now, and I command the Queen to not flash bartenders!"
"Very well," Emilia laughed softly.
The two of them enjoyed the rest of their evening out together. Even though it looked as if Lucifer was going to snap at the bartender at any moment, the rest of their time in Serdona went well.
After all, Lucifer was now King of Britannica!
The only thing he had left to do was break the news to Azazel and Emma, but he was certain they would thank them. After all, they would still get to do all the hard work while he sat atop the throne.
They will thank me for this.