His boots click on the hard stone floors, the empty front hall echoing with the sound. [i]'Oh boy, Pops is more upset than Dani said. This place is never empty unless Pops is on a rampage. . .'[/i] Swallowing hard Kuro slips quickly through the black stone hallways, the usual decorations either removed or burned, it's hard to tell, but when at last he reaches his father's bedroom it is clear that it's the latter. Piles of ash start about a dozen yards from the door, meaning the demons who normally clean the palace refused to get close during their rounds. [i]'This. . . .This is going to hurt'[/i] Still several paces from the door he can tell Pops is expecting him as they creek open slowly.

Holding back a whine threatening to eek out of him, the youngest son of Satan steps into his father's room and falls completely still. Despite the devastation outside the room, the inside looks completely normal. Well, normal for Lucifer. There are flowers of all types in vases here and there, the floor is covered in animal furs, and his bed is almost perfectly made. The only slight flaw is the body stretched out on it. Kuro can feel those deep green eyes gazing at him through the dark shroud draped around the bed and he has to keep himself from jumping out of his skin when the door slams behind him. The fire cracking in the hearth pops loudly and Kuro looks towards it for an instant.

When he looks back towards the bed he freezes. There, standing not two inches from him, is his father. It takes all of his willpower to not flee the room, or at least try to. Instead he looks up very slowly at the angel's face. His father is bare, as he normally is in his own room, and his long golden locks that brush his feet when he walks are slightly tangled at the ends. Another indicator of how upset he is. [i]'I am gonna kill Dani when I get back. There is [b]no[/b] way he missed how pissed Pops is. . .'[/i] Gazing up at that beautiful, well chiseled fact, the very epitome of male beauty, Kuro knows he is quite thoroughly, boned.

An instant after meeting his father's gaze he is sent flying across the room. The blow to the head splits his brow causing his blood to trickle down, obscuring his vision. The following beating is far tamer than he expected, but it is enough so that when the angel throws him on to the soft surface of his very plush bed he feels like all of his bones are broken. However despite the pain he welcomes the feeling of the slightly smaller male settling down against his side, that golden head coming to rest on his chest along with one hand that proceeded to poke at one of his broken ribs. Kuro sucks it up and just waits for Pops to talk first. It takes a few minutes but finally he says, in that soft lyrical voice, “You've been playing with your brother. . .Which means you went to see him first. . .”

Kuro swallows hard again. “Yeah Pops, sorry. I had something important to deal with that couldn't wait, and he sought me out before I could come see you. . .” He is cut off by a harsh snarl.

Pushing himself up, paying no heed tot he groan as he puts pressure on the injured boy's chest, he glares down at his son with pure wrath. “Those filthy cousins of mine had you! They stole you up there! I will tear that place down from th-”

Knowing that his father needs to calm down, and how to do it, Kuro does exactly that. Pushing the hand off his chest he works through the pain and quickly flips the Adonis on to his back. Pressing firmly against him he gives his father a kiss no human or angel would condone giving one's parent, but is exactly what Lucifer needed to regain his senses. After a few seconds of this Kuro feels the male responding and pulls back. Lucifer has an almost goofy grin on his face before slapping his son hard enough to knock him clear off the bed. “Bad boy. . .” he murmurs softly, rolling on to his side so he can see the mass of pain curled up on the floor.

“Ow. . .” is Kuro's only response. Lucifer chuckles and rolls out of bed, pulling his little boy to his feet. Giving the taller male a polite kiss on the cheek he wanders across the pottery shard strewn floor and settles down at his vanity. Spotting the angel pouting in the mirror Kuro hobbles over and takes the large brush off the vanity and begins brushing out the tangles. “Pops, I'ma tell you what happened, but I'm going to lie about parts of it.” The father nods in understanding and listens silently as Kuro bushes his hair to shinning. He tells the whole tale, beginning to end, leaving out how close he got to the medi angel, and how he actually helped him directly, instead saying he knocked the guards and the boy out before hunting down his pendant.

Satan spots the lies easily, but because Kuro was up front about them he doesn't ask about them. He has a distinct respect for honest lairs. Once his hair is done he fluffs it out with his fingers before standing up and turning to give Kuro a hug. “Don't ever let that happen again or I will come up there, get you, and put you in the flaying pit. Got it?” The taller male nods, believing him completely, and returns the embrace. When the nude man steps back Kuro gives him a smile and thumbs up.

“Well Pops, I have to get the hell out of hell. I have some business to attend to, and you have a castle to refill with eye candy.” Lucifer giggles and nods, blowing him a kiss before simply watching his youngest flee out of the room.

[i]'Hmmm. . . .I've never seen him so compliant. . .Almost like he really just wanted to get out of here. . .I'll have to send Issho after him some time. . .'[/i] Suddenly those parting words about eye candy completely distracts the devil and he is off running through the halls, his long simple flowing white robes springing into existence as he exits the room at a run.

Kuro is already out the front door and making his way towards a good exit point by this time and as he looks to the fire and rock filled sky he murmurs, “Almost back, just wait. . .”

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Gerard can feel his heart beat picking up. Despite his small stature the demon lets off a very thick aura. [i]'This one here is at least as strong as the other. But, it seems like he's at least willing to stand down a little bit if Aoba asks him.[/i] Swallowing he battens down his courage, unwilling to back down in the face of a little demon. “Now now, if you're the child's friend you'd want him to live a happy life, right? He's an angel for goodness sake! He doesn't belong with demons!” His tone is steady and fatherly. Dani shakes his head hard, unwilling to hear what the man has to say.