Devildice One shots

TW: Mentions of death and mortality.

There comes a time where King Dice will die. Everyone will at some point. Devil is left to deal with the aftermath and his emotions of loosing a partner.

Word Count: 1024
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Lucifers POV:

I looked around, seeing tired employees work themselves to the bone entertaining guests and serving drinks. I had stopped trying to get to know the new ones awhile ago. Everything had just slowly shifted into a different cycle. I guess I just hadn't realized how quickly everyone leaves..I let myself forget that in trade of a family. My mistake for letting that happen.

I glared as Rubarb dropped a trey of glasses filled with expensive wine. We made eye contact for a second. He soon looked away, not quickly finding a way to clean up his mess. I'll give it to him, that's the longest any of them had stared into my eyes this early into the job. Most of the employees can barely last five, and they've worked here for around..what..ten years?

Makes me miss the good days.. the casino was more popular back then, sure business has slowed a bit, but hey, what can you do..we lost the best manager in the whole inkwell isles. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts away. I felt a shiver of cold run through my spine as I picked up the trident. I walked out of the main part of the casino, down a hall that lead to my office.

I looked on the walls, there was many photos from many different years. It felt good to look back on old memories. I suddenly felt my heart sting with pain and my thoughts go quiet. In front of me was a picture of a crew. I have never been that close to any group of people except, for these ones.

My die-headed partner was there..smiling amongst all the other faces, an arm wrapped around me. I noticed he was flipping the viewer off in this picture, all of us were. What could have been a lighthearted joke came off as bittersweet. Sweet because of the laughter we shared looking at it in this very hallway. All of us gathered around.. Bitter because all of those people were gone. Either of death or leaving on their own. They're all dead now anyways..i would know, I do own their souls after all.

It was sad, just slowly seeing the souls come to me, some have traveled far distances just to reach me again. I hated it every single time. I wanted it to end, and soon enough, it had. The  last soul I had ever collected from that group, was the one that hurt the most. He had never left my side..'two peas in a pod' one could say..

My partner in crime, King Dice. I loved- no..love that man for everything I have. I could never stop. I took care of that man up until the day he died..literally. He lived a long life, I made sure of it. But..soon we both realized what was his last day with me. I never left his side that day..we stayed together, talking about old memories and how much we loved and cared for one another.

I tried to keep him awake, I didn't want to let him fall asleep..there was so many things we could have done together..if he had only stayed awake...He went peacefully, I know that. One last kiss goodbye and-gone. Gone laying in my arms... he would never come back. Suddenly I was alone again. Weeping like a pathetic imp as I tried to wake him. The realization was slow, his cards leaving the room to give us space as they cried. Me begging for help or a doctor as I desperately tried everything. Mortal things were of no use, magic wasn't working either.

If only I had known sooner, even magic can't stop mortality. At least mine couldn't.. My fathers could have, but he's always been rather silent towards me. In that moment I had even begun to pray on my knees that we could stay together. At least a little bit longer.. a month, week? Another day would have even been enough..no...no, Lucifer don't let yourself think like this. Nothing could have prepared you for that.

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I quickly turned around seeing one of the new staff. They looked worried, concerned. I didn't need their fucking sympathy. I glared, pulling my shoulder back from their reach.

"WHAT?!" I yelled, seeing them stand there like a frozen statue.

"B-Boss..are you okay?" They stuttered, looking at my horns instead of eyes.

"I'm fine..why the hell are you asking me that?"

"You're crying sir..a lot. You've been standing there for almost half an hour, the staff has been getting worried about you."

It felt wrong to hear that. 'Staff' reminded me of my family. The people I worked happily with for years..I worked happily with him for years. It felt like it meant that they were worried about me, not the stupid idiots that now work in our, casino!

"Shut the fuck up..you don't know what you're talking about...they aren't even here to be worried about me. It's better that way." I grumbled, grabbing my trident as I felt a raging headache rip through my head. I continued down the hallway, feeling my cheeks. I pulled my hand away to see pink tears fall.

I sighed, quietly closing the door to my office as I dropped my trident on the floor. Immediately regretting it as I heard it clang against the floor. I stumbled into my room, seeing something left on my bed. A poorly wrapped package with a bow. I laid down, ripping open the package. It was a picture..me and King on our wedding day, everyone was there. Even those cup brats... I held the picture close to my chest as I sobbed once more.

"I miss you all so much."