The anger was very clear, that's for sure. There was considerable honor in Alastor, too. Certainly, telling him 'no' depending upon your circumstances wasn't giving you a second chance at life, but he did have his way about choosing his kills.
What Lucifer suspected seemed to be the case when it came to another facet of the rift between Vox and Alastor. It was an ah moment. Vox can't take 'no' very well, but very few could take a refusal on the chin when opening one's heart and inviting another in. Sinners dropped into Pride for a reason... and to be so vulnerable, only to be harmed at one's most open moment hurt far more than any living being realized.
"Well, it wasn't settling, that's for sure," he said immediately. Lucifer paused, then reached for a hand. His gaze was earnest.
"I realized what it was I was feeling when I'm around you, something I didn't think I could feel again. I thought that part was ripped out of me.
"I never want for you to try to be anyone else. I fell for you as yourself, you... big, cryptid asshole." He smiled lopsidedly.
For all he doesn't understand it, he knows the futility in arguing about it. No accounting for taste.
"You're prideful, fiery, insufferable - such a fun creature to lock horns and sharpen wit with. Stunning, terrifying, and the perfect dance partner," Alastor praised, adding the insults to not be too kind even as he tilted up Lucifer's chin. "You've caught me. Do you want my soul?"
But of course. Alastor couldn't be too soft, now. But with a touch to his chin and a little lift, he felt his heart leap up into his throat. He will never get used to that...
...And he never wished to.
But the question remained: Did he want this soul?
Lucifer closed his eyes, and granted himself a moment to answer properly: With eyes of burning ruby, curved dark horns and embers at the tip of his tongue, the answer was simple.
"Your very soul? Mon Cher..." he began at a growl, a hand sliding into place to wrap around his wrist. The other made a deliberate run of claws over the other demon's chest, as if prepared to snatch it now. His tail was a very long, black and spiny thing that slowly slithered against the ground akin to a serpent.
Alastor leaned forward, letting that hand roaming his scarred chest press more firmly, as if granting permission for those black claws to plunge in through his ribs without hesitation to seize the soul. Surely... even if he'd given his soul to someone or something else, Lucifer could steal it away all for himself.
"And if I told you to chain it to your soul?" he purred. Glue himself to the strongest creature in Hell, possibly beyond. The stunning, terrifying, beautiful demon he's creating a child with in defiance of EVERYTHING. "To bind us, eternally?"
His claws curled, giving the gentlest bite against the skin.
The grin widened with the question. "Oho~ You would give such a precious thing- willingly- to the Devil himself...? There are none that stand above me in authority, you know..."
This isn't something to be taken lightly. No jokes? No tomfoolery?
"Bind me tightly, so that you're all mine, too," Alastor grinned, eyes and even teeth aglow as his magic thrummed at the pleasant pinch of claws on him.
With a little flourish of his free hand, a little spark of green as he summoned a few items into his closed palm, Alastor's smirk broadened, the veves and stitching glowing around him.
"Do we have a Deal?"
Alastor asked, leaning even closer as he opened his palm - upon them rested a pair of black rings, each with a vivid ruby line going straight through the middle of them, shadows still dancing off of them from where Alastor had kept them tucked away in his little void.
He'd always said it himself... Don't take shit from other demons. He knew better than to make Deals with others, risk his soul, but then again, he always had that authority to snap those chains like they were made of candy.
But this was... different. Rather than simply shake hands and have an accord, when those long fingers opened to reveal a pair of rings, he was reminded of when he finally let go of that gold band he hung on to.
Momentarily, the Devil had to blink. Was... was Alastor...?
But his eyes narrowed, blazed as he reached into that hand and took one of them. The time for questions was later. Hesitating only looked worse.
He took that left hand of his, however, and the grin widened. His power lifted, like any other Deal, and it coiled like a serpent. "Hahah... You surprise me every day, Alastor. ...Deal."
He'd done this just once before, of course. But he wouldn't forget how to slide a ring upon the last finger of the other's hand, at a pace that was without hesitation, but nothing so quick as to get it over with. Once it was on, he traced a thumb over the back of that hand. He let that coiling power curl, brush like so many of his own pearly scales, invite his partner's to join in.
Their powers mingled so sweetly. The red stone ring set in the middle of the jet black band thrummed with subtle light, reacting to the magic - the other still in Alastor's palm seemed to synchronize with the light, empowered by Alastor's magic as well.
Having a ring slid onto his finger... another ritual that Alastor never expected to experience. And yet he didn't find himself doubting or even considering working through a back door escape - he... wanted this.
Love is such a scary thing, if that's what this really is, and it must be because Alastor has never felt so simultaneously insane and clear-headed. To love is to have a new vulnerability, an emotion that can be exploited and not hidden away with a mysterious smile. Still... only this king can use it against him; no one would dare step to Lucifer in order to get at Alastor. He was safe.
With equal reverence, Alastor took Lucifer's left hand and held it between slender fingers. First, he raised it to kiss the knuckles of his silly, terrifying little king, reverence not for his title or power but for that act of devotion in creating life with him. Whether or not it took root, Lucifer stayed. Alastor was a broken, twisted man... but if that's what Lucifer wanted and was happy with, then he would give it. In a steady motion, the Demon slid the matching ring onto the matching finger of the Devil himself.
Welcome to love, Alastor. It really does make you insane and clear-headed. You're catty, incorrigible, charming, deliciously chaotic, and a fellow showman. What's not to love??
Lucifer didn't think something like this would ever happen to him again. It would be a little time before it would truly sink in, but in this moment, his hand taken and the ring slipped on, all he could feel was a wonderment. A content. It was a warmth that spread from his old heart and out into his extremities, the tips of his wings.
Someone was... willing to take this step with him. With him, of all beings in Creation. It made his heart clench beneath his practiced countenance- a Deal was serious business- as he remained steady.
But the act was done. The Deal was made. Powers mingled, weaved into a sort of chain, and he felt that tug upon his very soul. Though there was always that burst of power that came with this sort of thing, Lucifer creased a brow and focused, and gave it a little hush.
Because he didn't want to make a mess of this piece of Alastor's world. Things would rattle upon shelves, but they would otherwise stay put.
...Strange, though. Lucifer felt... something. Something far outside, different from the countless Deals Alastor made. It was like the smallest touch against a live wire among a sea of glowing chains leading to so many poor souls throughout Hell, lending the Radio Demon power.
Something to puzzle over later.
For now, he took Alastor's newly-adorned hand with his own. As the other nestled against the nape of his neck, he eased in. Deal-sealing rarely involved kissing, of course, but fuck the rules. This one demanded one.
One typically kisses their new husband, yes - Alastor wasn't confident he could have come up with meaningful wedding vows, but hopefully, a kiss would do the trick in conveying his true feelings. It wasn't just 'you're never getting rid of me'... Alastor wanted to feel Lucifer cherishing him like he did in this moment. He was... someone's someone, accepted despite his madness and murder, loved because of those queer little traits of his. Even with how he couldn't always 'perform' in a way one expects for a marriage, Lucifer was more patient than any man Alastor had ever known.
He could feel the feedback of magic, ancient and powerful and still tinged divine in a way that made his blood run a little hotter and almost feverishly. Going against any and all Plans in lieu of freedom, happiness... freedom through connecting himself to a powerful creator.
To be both entrenched in such power and adored sincerely was a cocktail making Alastor feel completely drunk in all of the best ways. His own power had been curling through the room, shadows climbing the walls to coil around his belongings and keep everything in place even with the pulsing of their intertwining magic. He disregarded the bathroom lamp exploding and the lights going out - all he needed was that beautiful crown of fire and his own glowing darkness to see his new husband.
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What Lucifer suspected seemed to be the case when it came to another facet of the rift between Vox and Alastor. It was an ah moment. Vox can't take 'no' very well, but very few could take a refusal on the chin when opening one's heart and inviting another in. Sinners dropped into Pride for a reason... and to be so vulnerable, only to be harmed at one's most open moment hurt far more than any living being realized.
"Well, it wasn't settling, that's for sure," he said immediately. Lucifer paused, then reached for a hand. His gaze was earnest.
"I realized what it was I was feeling when I'm around you, something I didn't think I could feel again. I thought that part was ripped out of me.
"I never want for you to try to be anyone else. I fell for you as yourself, you... big, cryptid asshole." He smiled lopsidedly.
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"You're prideful, fiery, insufferable - such a fun creature to lock horns and sharpen wit with. Stunning, terrifying, and the perfect dance partner," Alastor praised, adding the insults to not be too kind even as he tilted up Lucifer's chin. "You've caught me. Do you want my soul?"
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...And he never wished to.
But the question remained: Did he want this soul?
Lucifer closed his eyes, and granted himself a moment to answer properly: With eyes of burning ruby, curved dark horns and embers at the tip of his tongue, the answer was simple.
"Your very soul? Mon Cher..." he began at a growl, a hand sliding into place to wrap around his wrist. The other made a deliberate run of claws over the other demon's chest, as if prepared to snatch it now. His tail was a very long, black and spiny thing that slowly slithered against the ground akin to a serpent.
"I would treat such a gift as a work of art."
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"And if I told you to chain it to your soul?" he purred. Glue himself to the strongest creature in Hell, possibly beyond. The stunning, terrifying, beautiful demon he's creating a child with in defiance of EVERYTHING. "To bind us, eternally?"
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The grin widened with the question. "Oho~ You would give such a precious thing- willingly- to the Devil himself...? There are none that stand above me in authority, you know..."
This isn't something to be taken lightly. No jokes? No tomfoolery?
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With a little flourish of his free hand, a little spark of green as he summoned a few items into his closed palm, Alastor's smirk broadened, the veves and stitching glowing around him.
"Do we have a Deal?"
Alastor asked, leaning even closer as he opened his palm - upon them rested a pair of black rings, each with a vivid ruby line going straight through the middle of them, shadows still dancing off of them from where Alastor had kept them tucked away in his little void.
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But this was... different. Rather than simply shake hands and have an accord, when those long fingers opened to reveal a pair of rings, he was reminded of when he finally let go of that gold band he hung on to.
Momentarily, the Devil had to blink. Was... was Alastor...?
But his eyes narrowed, blazed as he reached into that hand and took one of them. The time for questions was later. Hesitating only looked worse.
He took that left hand of his, however, and the grin widened. His power lifted, like any other Deal, and it coiled like a serpent. "Hahah... You surprise me every day, Alastor. ...Deal."
He'd done this just once before, of course. But he wouldn't forget how to slide a ring upon the last finger of the other's hand, at a pace that was without hesitation, but nothing so quick as to get it over with. Once it was on, he traced a thumb over the back of that hand. He let that coiling power curl, brush like so many of his own pearly scales, invite his partner's to join in.
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Having a ring slid onto his finger... another ritual that Alastor never expected to experience. And yet he didn't find himself doubting or even considering working through a back door escape - he... wanted this.
Love is such a scary thing, if that's what this really is, and it must be because Alastor has never felt so simultaneously insane and clear-headed. To love is to have a new vulnerability, an emotion that can be exploited and not hidden away with a mysterious smile. Still... only this king can use it against him; no one would dare step to Lucifer in order to get at Alastor. He was safe.
With equal reverence, Alastor took Lucifer's left hand and held it between slender fingers. First, he raised it to kiss the knuckles of his silly, terrifying little king, reverence not for his title or power but for that act of devotion in creating life with him. Whether or not it took root, Lucifer stayed. Alastor was a broken, twisted man... but if that's what Lucifer wanted and was happy with, then he would give it. In a steady motion, the Demon slid the matching ring onto the matching finger of the Devil himself.
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Lucifer didn't think something like this would ever happen to him again. It would be a little time before it would truly sink in, but in this moment, his hand taken and the ring slipped on, all he could feel was a wonderment. A content. It was a warmth that spread from his old heart and out into his extremities, the tips of his wings.
Someone was... willing to take this step with him. With him, of all beings in Creation. It made his heart clench beneath his practiced countenance- a Deal was serious business- as he remained steady.
But the act was done. The Deal was made. Powers mingled, weaved into a sort of chain, and he felt that tug upon his very soul. Though there was always that burst of power that came with this sort of thing, Lucifer creased a brow and focused, and gave it a little hush.
Because he didn't want to make a mess of this piece of Alastor's world. Things would rattle upon shelves, but they would otherwise stay put.
...Strange, though. Lucifer felt... something. Something far outside, different from the countless Deals Alastor made. It was like the smallest touch against a live wire among a sea of glowing chains leading to so many poor souls throughout Hell, lending the Radio Demon power.
Something to puzzle over later.
For now, he took Alastor's newly-adorned hand with his own. As the other nestled against the nape of his neck, he eased in. Deal-sealing rarely involved kissing, of course, but fuck the rules. This one demanded one.
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He could feel the feedback of magic, ancient and powerful and still tinged divine in a way that made his blood run a little hotter and almost feverishly. Going against any and all Plans in lieu of freedom, happiness... freedom through connecting himself to a powerful creator.
To be both entrenched in such power and adored sincerely was a cocktail making Alastor feel completely drunk in all of the best ways. His own power had been curling through the room, shadows climbing the walls to coil around his belongings and keep everything in place even with the pulsing of their intertwining magic. He disregarded the bathroom lamp exploding and the lights going out - all he needed was that beautiful crown of fire and his own glowing darkness to see his new husband.