"Oh hoh, imagine their initial shock and fear - and then the reprise immediately following when you reveal that you're Lucifer himself! Why, the faint of heart would perish on the spot!"

Alastor laughed, clear and jovial even with his injuries. Or maybe the static did a good job in hiding any vulnerabilities in his voice. Either way, the man went to sit down again, this time in his armchair by the fireplace so he could relax. There he would rest again, quit using his magic for musical numbers and procrastinating and let his body finish up healing today's bites. ...Not that he really minded them.

"You're in a better mood."