Chapter 1: The Fawn and the Prince

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–6 years-

His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, his hooves slapping against the marble floor of the palace as he ran. He could feel the wind whipping through his messy blonde hair, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Lucifer noticed the forked hallway ahead, picking up speed as he quickly turned the corner. A laugh bubbled in his chest. The blonde nearly crashed into a servant, dropping down to slide beneath her legs before hopping back up behind her. He completely ignored her yelp as he continued to sprint. The boy barked out a laugh, impressed with himself.

The sound of his pursuer was distant, enough so that he slowly came to a halt, holding his chest as he sucked in breaths. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He turned to look behind him, laughing again at the absence of his playmate. "Won again." He said to himself in victory. He smugly spun himself around to strut down the hallway toward the previously determined home base. 

The small angel heard a faint noise behind him. Before he had a moment to react, he was being tackled from behind. A thud echoed through the empty hallways as Lucifer made contact with the floor. The young boy's arm was twisted behind his back, his captor keeping his face on the cold ground. "Say it!"

The blonde grumbled. "No."

He felt his side being grabbed, clawed fingers digging into it, effectively sending him into hysterics as the tickling didn't cease. "I yield!" He squealed, wiggling to escape.

When Lucifer was freed, he rolled onto his back to glare at the captor standing above him. "That was cheating, Alastor!" He complained.

The younger boy laughed, his red hair was askew, his chest heaving from the chase. "No," he teasingly drawled. "I just waited for you to let your guard down! I beat you." Alastor had a smug grin on his face, displaying his sharp teeth. He wiped his hands off on his loose red shirt.

"Nu uh!" Lucifer argued, hopping to his feet. "You only won four times. I won five times. So that means I beat you!"

"But I beat you at hide and seek." Alastor crossed his arms.

Lucifer pouted. "That's because you cheated."

"You're just saying that because you're a baby."

"I'm older than you!"

"Shorter than me, too."

Lucifer scoffed, pushing the hair out of his face. "Father told me I'll get just as tall as him when I grow up." 

Alastor laughed. "In your dreams, idiot."

"Butt face!" Lucifer shot back.

"Short stack."

"Fart breath!"

"Duck kisser."

Lucifer blew a raspberry, causing Alastor to raise his arms to block his face. "Gross!"

"Your majesty!" A voice chided. The two boys quickly whipped around to face the voice. An older angel with a long mustache shuffled toward them, his wrinkled face distorted with disappointment and anger.

"Uh oh." The boys said in unison.

The angel stepped in between the two, grabbing Lucifer by his upper arm. "That behavior is unbecoming of a crown prince." He scolded. He turned to Alastor. "Perhaps Master Alastor is a bad influence."

Lucifer fought against the old man, trying to free his arm. "Let me go, we were just playing!"

The angel pulled Lucifer roughly with him as he tried to drag the child down the hall. "You both were supposed to be at your lessons fifteen minutes ago! Tardiness will not do."

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