There was never a universe where, if you had asked Alastor whether he thought he'd be kissing and considering pawing at Lucifer in the man's private room, where Alastor wouldn't react exactly as he'd reacted whenever Angel came onto him. But in the moment, after the playful courtship, the weeks of raucous nights of dancing and drinking, the games and the play... and hell, even the successful dining date in Cannibal Town where the two of them enjoyed the leftovers?

It felt perfectly natural. At the end of the day, it really would be the devil himself that would look past the cannibalism and murder.

"To think your tastes and standards lowered to craving the companionship of a serial killer and cannibal. Or have you acquired a taste for frightful demons?"