Azazel's eyebrows twitched in frustration as he stood in front of the stove, the frying pan sizzling with burnt bacon.
He growled with frustration and suddenly thrashed his arm forward violently, flinging the pan to the floor.
A puddle of lard oozed from the position the pan landed, upside down on the floor tiles. It spilled burnt bacon, still sizzling in the hot oil, onto the ground beneath said pan.
Cooking was more difficult that he had ever imagined. It may have been something he wouldn't be able to master.
Emilia had a wicked grin as she stood behind the demon. She leaned forward, her eyes inspecting the mess.
"Oh, sweet boy," she hummed. "Don't you want to make Emma happy?"
Azazel shrugged, finally calming down. He turned around to face the succubus. While he did want to make a good impression on the breakfast picnic, he didn't feel like the meal he was attempting to create would be up to par.
"Maybe I could just use my body to impress her? Azazel smirked in Emilia's direction.
"While your body itself may be appealing, I still sense your inexpirence and pent up need," she mused. "I am sure you will last all of thirty seconds, which isn't what I would call impressive."
Azazel glared at Emilia. While what she said wasn't a lie, it was still frustrating that she used the statement as a retort.
It probably would be thirty seconds until blast-off.
"Fine, I will finish cooking," she waved Azazel away and picked the frying pan off the floor with her long, slender fingers. "Go talk to your father."
Azazel sighed. He was defeated. He had nothing. He was a failure of a man who couldn't even cook bacon. Emma's own mother was making the meal instead of him. How romantic.
He glanced at the table to see Lucifer seated. The Lord of Hell had a stack of papers on the table, scribbling down orders for the underworld, with his quill.
Apparently, while Azazel was in his month long trance, Lucifer and Emilia developed a closer relationship. While Lucifer was use to a haram of succubus in the underworld, Emilia possessed certain beauty and charm, which he had never expirenced from anyone else. He had proposed and Emilia agreed.
Emma's mother and the greatest demon in history were going to get married.
Azazel facepalmed at the idea. Technically, Emilia would be crowned Queen of Hell, a title assigned through marriage. What a thought! He was sure the title would most definitely go to her head. Does this make Emma Princess of the Underworld?
Azazel took a seat at the table. He poured a cup of tea and took a few sips. He looked up at Lucifer, who was not all that intimidating in his humanoid demon form, unlike the initial beast the Hell Scholar had summoned.
"We need to get to know each other," Lucifer addressed Azazel. "So, how's life?"
"What a silly question," Azazel muttered.
"Perhaps it was. I am personally having a great time in this human world,' Lucifer mused. "Never really spent time up here. Humans are interesting creatures. Which is partially why when I sensed your Kingly, powerful, tormented, human soul floating in the void between Earth and Terra, I went ahead and used it to form a demon. Yours just happened to be there when I was making love with the succubus. A rather rash decision on my part."
Azazel didn't really know how to respond to the question. His soul was floating around in some kind of void when Lucifer was doing the nasty? He started to think about it, but instead of contemplating how he was born, he just pictured Lucifer and a succubus together.
...Not a bad image if Lucifer wasn't in the picture.
"What is the void? Azazel wondered.
"The void," Lucifer began, "is a place beyond the realms of existence as you know them. It's a place of nothingness, yet everything at the same time. Time and space lose their meaning there, and souls wander aimlessly, waiting for something to give them purpose."
"That made absolutely no sense to me."
Was that suppose to be a joke?
Azazel furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around the concept. "And destiny intervened by you using my soul to create me?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Lucifer confirmed. "I sensed the potential within your soul, the power and torment that lay dormant within you. And so, I took it upon myself to shape that potential into something more... tangible."
Azazel sighed, feeling confusion wash over him. I still have no idea what he's talking about. "So, I'm just a byproduct of your curiosity and desire for power?"
"Not exactly, like I said before, it was a rash decision," Lucifer nodded, and poured himself a cup of tea. "There is only one Hell between all realms and I simply made you in the heat of the moment. Like I said before, I accidently dropped your body here on Terra instead of in Hell."
Azazel shrugged. "So, as basically the son of Lucifer, are there any powers I don't realize I have? I have already created zombies, of sorts."
Lucifer laughed. "Yeah. Remember when I appeared as the actual Lord of Hell. You should be able to take on a similar form."
Azazel thought back to when they fought the witch to rescue the cat boys, and could vaguely remember taking on a slightly different shape, but it was still nowhere as impressive as what he saw Lucifer had transformed into at the summoning.
"Interesring," he hummed while sipping on his tea.
Emilia, having finished salvaging the burnt bacon and cleaning up the mess, joined them at the table, her gaze shifting between Azazel and Lucifer. She placed her hand on Lucifer's shoulder, her red eyes fixated on him.
"Are we having a heart-to-heart now? How quaint, my dear boys!"
Azazel frowned. He stood up and pointed to the kitchen. "Did you finish up everything?"
"Yes," Emila smiled, flashing her fangs. "My dear Emma will enjoy the meal her mother made~! I even packed it up in adorable little boxes. She will immediately know I was the mastermind behind the meal."
Such a spectacular way to propose- a picnic using a meal her mother made. Azazel covered his face with his hand. Step one was already a failure. He couldn't even cook bacon, rice and eggs.
"Maybe I should try baking something sweet?"
Emilia glanced at the demon as he stood there pondering his idea. She smirked. "Oh, yes, just destroy your entire kitchen. I am sure Emma would love to move in with a man who cannot even keep himself from smashing apart the kitchen appliances in rage."
Azazel thought about what she said and nodded his head in agreement. Apparently, the alternative form appears when a demon goes into a rage, so he would be some beast, standing in a kitchen, smashing everything in sight if he failed to make something decent.
"Fair point."
Azazel stood there looking at the kitchen. When he turned around, Emilia was on Lucifer's lap furiously making out with him. She was nearly naked with his father fondling the fem-demon.
Seeing her isn't that bad. Maybe I'll just watch..no, stop, damn demon urges! That's Emma's damn mother half-naked in my kitchen.
"You two get out of here if you're going to be doing this," Azazel demanded, pointing at the door.
Emilia belted out a wicked laugh. She stood up, flashing Azazel her assests before pulling her dress back up. "Yes, dear boy, that human soul in you is not fun at all!"
She grabbed Lucifer's hand and led him outside. The Lord of Hell winked at him as the two left.
Azazel hung his head low and sighed.
Good. Now I don't have to sanitize this entire place.
He looked at the meal Emilia had made. Everything was perfect. The 400 years she had spent on Terra really shined in the food she created.
Azazel packed a picnic basket. It was still only six in the morning. The sun was beginning to rise. He figured he would go wake Emma up early.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the picnic basket and went outside.
His gaze lingered in the sun peaking up in the horizon. It was a new day. A big day. He was nervous about the prospect of proposing, but he hoped it would go well. If she denied the proposal, he would tell her it is simply for the sake of Granny and Britannica. If worse came to worse, he would ask Emilia and Lucifer to complete the registration instead.
Imagine the Lord of Hell running a kingdom on an earth-like planet. He facepalmed himself. Maybe that would be a terrible idea. Azazel figured the only people who would ever visit Britannica in that scenario would be creepy cult followers, who worshiped the man.
It would just be filled with weirdos, like Luke and Rose.
With a sigh, he stepped forward, toward the little cottage. He tried to mustar up courage as he gave the front door a light knock.
Today would be the day he proposed to Emma. He was hoping it would be uneventful, but conciseeing the people who lived in Britannica, he wasn't betting on it.