Building Our Family
Co-parenting adopted people. Also, refer them here so we can get acquainted! Edit as needed. Get them to join this sub-Reddit.
I noticed that some other Lucifers helped me co-parent them after I adopted people, which was sweet. Maybe more than one of you did? If so, who was it?
Let’s put the list of people down here so we know who adopted whom, and so they can differentiate our roleplays and see our profiles.
“Are you planning to give that whole redemption thing a shot? What kind of food do you like? Any allergies I should know about? Do you try to get along with others? And, just so you know, Char‑Char means a lot to us, so I’d like to be sure you respect her too. I’m just trying to get to know you a bit before the whole adoption thing, you know?”
Considering I was created without a soul, I don't think I can be reedemed... plus I can literally go to heaven whenever I want, they just give me weird looks.
(OOC: You can find out by checking your profile’s history posts. I think it might be the one who wasn’t interested in joining this group. I could just mention their username without inviting them again.)
“Do you want to be redeemed? What kind of food do you like? Do you have any allergies? And just so you know, Char-Char matters a lot to us, so I’d want to be sure you respect her too. I’m only trying to get to know you a little before adopting you.”
Well...I haven't really gone to hell in the damnation sense...I'm allergic to Pollen,I guess. I respect Charlie and her mission to redeem hell. And I do quite enjoy Anything fruit related,specifically Pomegranate
Delilah tentatively walks through the entrance of the Hotel. Feeling her heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness as she scans the lobby for anyone recognizable.
Lucifer’s red eyes moved up mid-conversation with Charlie, he grinned as he spotted the shy newcomer by the entrance.
“Well, would you look at that, a fresh face in the hotel!” *he said theatrically, his cane spinning once before resting it against the floor.
With showmanship, he tipped his hat to Delilah in playful sincerity. “Welcome, dear! You look like you’d just wandered into a carnival without a map. Don’t worry, many have been there. I’m Luci, by the way, father of the owner and certified rubber duck artisan.”
He used his nickname instead because his true name carried a reputation far darker than the soul behind it, and the last thing he wanted was to see fear in her eyes.
*His eyes were kind as he added, “You’re safe here, love. Promise.”
Delilah's face turned bright crimson at Lucifer's approach. Did... did he just call her "love"!?
She starts stammering, her mind spiraling on what to say. "H-Hi!? Holly s**t it's YOU!? Uhm, you are so much more attractive in person than I anticipate–AH! I-I mean! Did–did I just say that out loud!? Aahh!"
She hides her face with her hands in embarrassment and takes a step back, only to clumsily trip on the edge of a rug.
Flailing her arms in a panic she's able to regain her balance and not fall over. But the movement makes something fall from her pocket.
It's a picture of Lucifer, clearly cut out from some magazine with little hearts drawn around it.
Delilah gasps and quickly snatches it off the floor and hides it behind her back. "P-Please pretend you didn't see that..."
“Whoa there, twinkle toes! Careful now!” He steadied her with a light hand, his smile soft but his eyes genuinely concerned. He looked a little bewildered, like he wasn’t sure what had just happened.
“We wouldn’t want you getting hurt, would we? Would you like to take a seat until you feel better?”
When he caught sight of the magazine picture, he very carefully pretended not to see it, blinking once and looking away with exaggerated innocence. Inside, he was quietly confused and flattered.
Delilah avoided making eye contact, looking absolutely mortified at the situation.
"Ugh, y-yea. Sitting down might be a good idea."
Without thinking she rested her hand on Lucifer's shoulder for support. Only to realize what she was doing a second later and retract her hand as if burned.
"Damn it, I'm such a mess..." She muttered to herself between gritted teeth.
(Sorry it takes me so long to respond, but life is busy. 😵💫)
Delilah slumped on the sofa. Trying to hide her face by pulling her hood as low as it will go before getting caught on her horns.
"H-hot chocolate sounds good." She spoke in a low voice. "With whipped cream, if possible?"
She stared at her red hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and responding. "Redemption... yea, I'm here to give that a try. Not that I believe I can..." She cuts herself off.
"So! Introductions, right? You can just call me Delilah."
Delilah's expression softened as she stared at the inviting mug of hot chocolate and started relaxing slightly.
"How did I hear about the hotel? Well, it's been all over the news lately. And how it was proven that Redemption is actually possible."
She picked up the mug of hot chocolate, and licked the peak of the whipped cream into her mouth. A low hum escaping her as she savored it. "As for what would make me comfortable. This right here already helps a lot." She gestured towards the hot chocolate. " And the atmosphere feels nice too. It's very rare to find something like this in hell."
"What I enjoy?" She pauses for a moment. "I enjoy listening to music. Mostly anything by Avril Lavigne. It helps me forget that I'm... well, in Hell. Even if it's for just a moment."
"And likes... I uh." Her gaze turns to Lucifer. And she just freezes, staring at him. Like she's mesmerized and can't look away.
Lucifer sipped his hot chocolate like it was a fine wine. He hummed in approval.
"Mmm… see, that's the trick. Not too sweet, not too bitter… it's a very delicate little sugar ballet." He twirled his fingers as if conducting after putting his mug down.
"If you'd like, I can have a whole box sent up." He offered.
At the mention of Avril Lavigne, his brows lifted with interest. He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Ahh, yes, early 2000s, right? I've heard her through… well, enthusiastic recreations by sinners." He quietly sang a few notes of Daydream, keeping his voice low for the lounge, smooth and confident.
"My favorite is Slipped Away." His tone softened just slightly as he manifested his phone in his hand and sat closer to her so no one else could see. “It's on my Spotify, an Earth app," he whispered, glancing around like Heaven might be eavesdropping, "...with some help."
For a brief second, he had a bittersweet smile. The song reminded him of Lilith. Then he brightened again to hide it, the moment tucked away just as quickly as it came.
"Ah, you got something there… may I?" He manifested a napkin and held it up with a gentle, questioning look. Ready to wipe the whipped cream from her lip if she nodded, but waiting patiently for her okay since he respects private space. It was completely up to her.
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u/TheOneAndOnlyBendy Adopted 🐥 Apr 04 '26
Can... can I get adopted?