Aoba sweetly accepts his word and he can feel his temperature rise as the angel blesses his cheek with his lips. Much of the fire that had been on the lowest burn possible without going out completely flares back to a raging inferno and he feels very torn about leaving his Little Mouse alone right now. Not counting Dani or Kyou's presence, and indeed he'd rather they were not about right about now, he feels that leaving now is the hardest thing he's ever had to do. [i]'I have him back. He's right here, smiling at me, kissing me, I can't just leave him. . .My Little Mouse came back to me, how could I ever even consider doing anything but sticking by his side and showing him why he should never ever leave again!?'[/i] With a soft whine he has to hold himself back from just kidnapping Aoba away into the house, instead focusing on Dani and his usual none to veiled attempt to get some time alone with Aoba.

With a sharp look he allows his older brother to steal away the angel he loves, giving Kyou an equally sharp one that sends him skittering off after th demon and angel with a frightened look over his shoulder. Letting out a long sigh he pushes himself to his feet, crying out lightly as for the very first time he actually [b]feels[/b] his wounds. “Ow, ow ow ow. . . .” he whines, shaking his head at himself with a light smile on his lips. “I need to take better care of myself. . .” Laughing at echoing Aoba's own worries for him his hand goes to his chest, pressing over the pendant hanging there and opening a portal to hell. With one last look at the gray mass of feathers vanishing around the corner of the barn the demon lets out a long sigh before stepping through the portal and vanishing from the face of the earth.

Stepping out the other side of the portal he looks around and sees nothing out of the ordinary. Souls being tormented, demons having fun with one another and with the odd soul thrown into the mix on occasion as a torment, fire, brimstone, pools of sludge. Yeah, it all looks like “home”. Moving quickly he hisses away a few demons wanting to “play” with him and instead makes for the nearest healing pool. He knows Dani's right, and that their father will likely beat him senseless, but he'd rather not be openly bleeding during the beat down.

The pools smell as nasty as ever and as he strips down to slip in he can't help but wonder if there's a way to recreate their effects in a none smelly manner he can use on earth for quick heals. No one bothers him, his black flam keeping everyone at bay as he bathes, but once he's done he finds that someone managed to get close enough to steal his clothing. With a light growl he summons his natural clothing, black Athenian style robes, and stalks towards the palace. As soon as he's through the door he knows that Pops is at least not in a horrible mood as the halls are still filled with all manner of sexy beast. Slipping through them he finds his father taking his pleasure with one of them and he waits patiently for him to finish.

He's been told repeatedly that as his son he's free to interrupt at any time, but he found out through trial and error that doing so normally left him having to pleasure his father as well before being allowed to speak. . . .Or required to do so [b]while[/b] being intimate, and while he has nothing against being with the fallen angel, he wants to get back to earth as soon as possible. Thankfully the two finish quickly and the busty succubus departs the throne room swiftly, not wanting to be around for this father son talk. Moaning lightly Lucifer rises, letting his robes drop back into place as he stands. Walking slowly down the steps that lead up to his throne he smiles at his son in such a way that Kuro feels uncomfortable.

[i]'He's not in the mood to beat me, so what. . . .?'[/i] He tenses as his father moves around behind him, running his finger over the now sealed back wound before pressing on that pleasant spot between his shoulder blades and forcing out his wings along with a soft sound from Kuro. Tenderly he runs his claws over the still tattered wing before leaning in and licking it gently. Moving back around Kuro his wraps his arms around his son's waist and looks up at him with soft, placid eyes that send Kuro into a near panic.

“What's my baby boy been up to, hmmmm?” he murmurs softly, a teasing note in his voice. The note along with the smell on his father's breath helps him relax a bit.

[i]'Oh, [b]that's[/b] why he's so calm. . . He's been hitting the nectar today. . . .'[/i] Smiling down at his sire Kuro murmurs softly, “Nothing of too much import in the affairs of hell Pops. . .” He winces as the angel bites his neck, hard, drawing blood at the statement.

Licking at the wound Lucifer hums softly. “What a qualified statement. . . .” Pulling back he looks up into Kuro's eyes, all signs if playfulness gone as his hands clamp down firmly on his youngest son's hips. “It, however, is very important for my baby boy though, is it not?”

Grinding his teeth a little as he feels his hips threatening to fracture he nods. “Yes Pops, very important to me. . .” Looking straight into the angel's eyes he lets Lucifer see everything. His turmoil, his pain, his joy, all of it, while keeping the actual events thoroughly hidden. The smaller male snarls openly, glaring off toward the door.

“Laying claw on my little one. . . .” Kuro's hands come up and he rubs his father's back gently. Lucifer relaxes instantly and cuddles into his son's arms, purring contentedly. After a little while however he pulls back and begins walking around the room slowly. Kuro simply watches as he does this, the angel's scowl coming and going as he thinks. Finally he stops right in front of Kuro once more and with a hard poke he presses his finger of Kuro's pendant and the half breed has to grit his teeth against the pain as he adds an extra sigl into the object, making the aura around it shift so it's more threatening. “There. . .” he murmurs, smiling in satisfaction.

Kuro looks down at it, nodding in approval even as he pouts at his new shiny burn that appeared on his chest in the same shape as the pendant. Looking back at his father he smiles warmly before pulling the angel into a bear hug, kissing him deeply. Lucifer melts into it before sending Kuro flying across the room with backhand and clucking his tongue at his 'naughty little boy'. Taking that as his dismissal Kuro picks himself up off the ground and makes his way out the door and back towards the nearest place to portal out of the fiery depths.

~*~

Back in the throne room the king of hell settles back into his throne, preening over the lovely kiss even while he shakes his head at his son being so inappropriate. From behind the high backed chair a figure steps out, looking down at the smaller, gentler looking version of himself. Without looking up – having far too much fun thinking about who he wants to eat today – he murmurs softly, “Follow him.”

“Yes father,” the figure murmurs softly with a very slight bow, his arm crossing his leather clad chest. The coat is quite revealing, and resting over one of the many natural gaps between the straps of the leather jacket he wears the pendant, very similar to Kuro's, glows gently. Turning on his heel the figure, his black horns gleaming in the firelight lining the halls, follows behind his youngest brother at a distance, not wanting to alert the Black Little Storm Cloud to his presence.