"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.
"Be afraid, you fool, and perhaps King Lucifer will show you mercy!" A peal of laughter from the little snake's mouth.
But the statement, once they'd settled in, had his eyes boggle briefly.
"I-... heh? Yeah, I guess so. I got... lost in my head for a bit, there." Wasn't a lie. He just doesn't know how to really describe it. But he sighed quietly and nestled.
He paused, looked over the marks he'd left. Rather nasty.
"Goodness, don't tell me that, I'll be too tempted to tell you to break my ribcage and take my heart in your hands if you can put it all back!" Alastor teased. .....Even if there was a sort of... romantic, if morbid, something to that thought.
"But that would be best - wouldn't want Charlie getting nosy from her fretting and catching sight of something earned in a bit of fun, rather than something she ought to actually worry about."
"Heh. ...Been a while since I held a fresh, still-beating heart. Now that was a Hell of an offering."
He regrettably needed to leave the form for focus. With a pop, he let himself shake off the snake's form like an old jacket, and he took a moment to let his horns sprout, his wings manifest.
He needed to take back damage he'd done. Even if in a bit of fun. With the hand bearing the rosary, he brought it to bear against the neck and let that power surge.
Let blood be staunched, and let flesh be knit.
Yes. Best not worry their- his, what, come on- daughter.
Lucifer was back and Alastor just smiled, tugging his shirt collar down a bit and turning his head to give the devil a good sight on at least one of the wounds. It sealed up quite nicely, leaving Alastor feeling much more refreshed - he'd been expecting to be done healing by tomorrow morning, but now he knew his evening would be much more comfortable.
"Lovely."
The healing? Lucifer? The feeling in general? The evening?
It was like just coaxing it closed, but in touching the wounds, he helped guide things along. Perhaps he didn't need to double back and brush against the skin to ensure he'd finished the job, but... it never hurt to be thorough.
Lovely, huh? That's fine.
Peachy.
His palm settled, ran down and eased more of his shirt aside. Something was being built here, something flat. Flexible...?
Oh, but his shadow could get a look. Alastor could have a little square duck-printed bandage in his skin tone where he'd spotted a particularly nasty wound, guarding it for the time being as he focused on the shallower injuries.
"...Mm. It was nice having a taste... both in what I get from you, and of you yourself."
"Is it true you feed on pride? So you would have already known you'd lost the game without me telling you," Alastor chuckled, letting Lucifer paw at him. He was enjoying the mood of it tonight, letting himself be a little map for the devil to explore and do with as he pleased.
Aside from refusing to be completely silent, of course. It wasn't any fun if Alastor let it be too easy.
He owlishly blinked at him, then sharply turned his eyes away. "Look, it's not every day I get my buttons not just pushed but crushed under fists. You played a dangerous game, y'know...!"
He kept his hand were it was, but leveled a gaze at him.
"If I'd lost much more control, you wouldn't be giggling about winning the 'Poke the Bearcifer' game."
"Oh, I still would have won the game, but my goal would have backfired instead," Alastor shrugged. After all, provoking and pressing buttons to stop a spiral, to switch the trolley tracks at the very last second... he hadn't intended to start that way, but the second the button was exposed he knew immediately what he had to do.
"You would have been so regretful, so sad, so lonesome!" He'd have assumed that Alastor hated him when that was so far from the truth. "But I knew you enjoyed me too much."
Alastor beamed, a bit amused at the consternation on Lucifer's face.
"One of your favorites, I'd dare say. You enjoy me," he answered as if it were so straightforward. And to him, it was - Alastor was a pleasant distraction, good company, a fine dance partner. He'd be foolish to assume anything else. "And Charlie gets her soft-heartedness from you."
There's a palpable few seconds of silence, Alastor staring with wide eyes before he caught himself and chuckled, nay, giggled and pat Lucifer's lapel reassuringly.
"At ease, old chap - we're having a bit of fun with this whole dating thing, aren't we? I wouldn't dream of assuming I am any kind of replacement for your Paramore. I am many wretched things, but I don't aim to add 'homewrecker' to that list!"
The silence made his heart stop. Did... did he make assumptions? He thought they- but- earlier, and so many times before, they-
Lucifer let himself breathe again with the pat. But it still left a squirming feeling in his gut.
"Homewrecker- Al... we're not- Lily and I aren't... aren't together anymore. You know this." Even if it hurt to say that. Humans lived such short lives, but had that amazing ability to factor a few weeks, months or even years of time and simply move on.
But how does an immortal, who has known one love for over ten thousand years, simply move on when the separation was only about a sliver of that time, ten measly, blink-and-you-miss-them years...?
"You're not a replacement. I..." He looked up at him. He couldn't just be 'at ease'.
"Did I... ever give you the impression that I was just looking to fill some slot?"
Was he ruining another relationship when it was just getting started...?
...He doesn't believe you, Lucifer. Alastor's smile doesn't drop, but his gaze does... and since it's obvious already, he takes Lucifer's hand gently into his own, bringing it up between them.
The ring. Even if Lucifer can say that things are over with Lilith, that doesn't mean the king is able to move on.
Let alone the fact that Alastor himself is not Lilith. Could never be Lilith, for all of his power and charm he wasn't the sort of compassionate soul someone like Lucifer likely sought. Likely needed.
"I never had any illusions that I would be anything serious. I knew it was a flight of fancy."
He took his hand and the ring caught the low light. It seemed to gleam almost mockingly at him- perhaps the both of them- and Lucifer was struck silent.
He stared at the band as Alastor spoke, and in that, he... understood.
Lucifer wore this ring for so long, it simply became a habit to put it on in the morning, or even sleep with it on some nights. He'd even taken to fidgeting with it, brush a thumb over it when he was lost in thought or feeling some form of anxiety. He chalked it up to a memento, but... was it?
Or was it really from an invisible desire not to let go?
If Lilith simply showed up at the hotel, what would he do? What would he say? He'd never really sat and thought about it... not since he spent his days alone in his workshop, before the phone call that changed everything.
"...Is that how you've really felt? From the start?"
"Now now. If I were opposed to such a thing, I would have never gotten invested in the first place, Lucifer. Here I am, after all - here for a flight of fancy, here for what fun we can have."
After a pause, he intertwined their fingers, feeling the warm metal against his fingers too. Warm memories, a family, something ancient and deep... and something that nearly everyone besides Alastor understood the feeling of.
"Give yourself time. How silly it would have been for me to expect you to be out of love after only a few decades or so passing since you parted with Lilith."
He snickered, thoroughly pleased with himself now. Topic had gotten real heavy, and he wanted to keep some semblance of a good mood here.
Besides, he had to figure some things out... but later. He didn't really think that the ring bothered him, but he was always a perceptive demon. He needed to work out kicking an old habit.
Then he gently touched to Alastor's lapel. "...Alright. How about here, then...? Let me take a looky-loo."
"...Yes, well. I suppose since you've already seen it," Alastor grumbled. Untying his bowtie, this time a lot less enthusiastic and seductive. Ugh. "As far as anyone knows, this is long passed. Especially Charlie."
No one needed to know that Adam had gotten him THAT badly. He was the Radio Demon.
He rolled his eyes. Fussy. "Charlie won't know a thing."
But he brought their linked hands to his lips, and he kissed a knuckle. "...If anyone knows just how much damage that late sack of misogynistic shit can do, it's me. I mean, I've known the guy from the start."
Blessed spears were one thing, but a favored weapon by a powerful being had a real punch to it, especially when around their wielder and their innate power for so long. It was why the seraphim and higher ups had their signature weapons.
"If you want your ego stroked, however, you survived a direct hit from the First Human. That's not something many, if any, can claim."
Making fun of him being mad, are you! Alastor chuckled, summoning a pair of dainty scissors.
"Much easier to stay conscious and stitch up than it was when I was alive. A jug of whiskey helped."
He's been meticulous about it... but one can only go so far with a stubborn wound that wanted you dead SO BADLY. Alastor had been stubborn and refused to lay down for death.
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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."
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But the statement, once they'd settled in, had his eyes boggle briefly.
"I-... heh? Yeah, I guess so. I got... lost in my head for a bit, there." Wasn't a lie. He just doesn't know how to really describe it. But he sighed quietly and nestled.
He paused, looked over the marks he'd left. Rather nasty.
"...I can heal those, y'know."
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"But that would be best - wouldn't want Charlie getting nosy from her fretting and catching sight of something earned in a bit of fun, rather than something she ought to actually worry about."
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He regrettably needed to leave the form for focus. With a pop, he let himself shake off the snake's form like an old jacket, and he took a moment to let his horns sprout, his wings manifest.
He needed to take back damage he'd done. Even if in a bit of fun. With the hand bearing the rosary, he brought it to bear against the neck and let that power surge.
Let blood be staunched, and let flesh be knit.
Yes. Best not worry their- his, what, come on- daughter.
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"Lovely."
The healing? Lucifer? The feeling in general? The evening?
Yes.
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Lovely, huh? That's fine.
Peachy.
His palm settled, ran down and eased more of his shirt aside. Something was being built here, something flat. Flexible...?
Oh, but his shadow could get a look. Alastor could have a little square duck-printed bandage in his skin tone where he'd spotted a particularly nasty wound, guarding it for the time being as he focused on the shallower injuries.
"...Mm. It was nice having a taste... both in what I get from you, and of you yourself."
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Aside from refusing to be completely silent, of course. It wasn't any fun if Alastor let it be too easy.
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He kept his hand were it was, but leveled a gaze at him.
"If I'd lost much more control, you wouldn't be giggling about winning the 'Poke the Bearcifer' game."
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"You would have been so regretful, so sad, so lonesome!" He'd have assumed that Alastor hated him when that was so far from the truth. "But I knew you enjoyed me too much."
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Staring at him now, it seemed the humor of it didn't quite reflect in the fallen angel.
"Am... I missing something? I don't like that word, enjoying."
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Alastor beamed, a bit amused at the consternation on Lucifer's face.
"One of your favorites, I'd dare say. You enjoy me," he answered as if it were so straightforward. And to him, it was - Alastor was a pleasant distraction, good company, a fine dance partner. He'd be foolish to assume anything else. "And Charlie gets her soft-heartedness from you."
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"What- what do you think this is, Alastor? Do you not- Am I not-" He wasn't even sure what it is he even wanted to say.
"Should we... establish... what we- what we are? Fuck, I guess I'm rusty..."
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"At ease, old chap - we're having a bit of fun with this whole dating thing, aren't we? I wouldn't dream of assuming I am any kind of replacement for your Paramore. I am many wretched things, but I don't aim to add 'homewrecker' to that list!"
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Lucifer let himself breathe again with the pat. But it still left a squirming feeling in his gut.
"Homewrecker- Al... we're not- Lily and I aren't... aren't together anymore. You know this." Even if it hurt to say that. Humans lived such short lives, but had that amazing ability to factor a few weeks, months or even years of time and simply move on.
But how does an immortal, who has known one love for over ten thousand years, simply move on when the separation was only about a sliver of that time, ten measly, blink-and-you-miss-them years...?
"You're not a replacement. I..." He looked up at him. He couldn't just be 'at ease'.
"Did I... ever give you the impression that I was just looking to fill some slot?"
Was he ruining another relationship when it was just getting started...?
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The ring. Even if Lucifer can say that things are over with Lilith, that doesn't mean the king is able to move on.
Let alone the fact that Alastor himself is not Lilith. Could never be Lilith, for all of his power and charm he wasn't the sort of compassionate soul someone like Lucifer likely sought. Likely needed.
"I never had any illusions that I would be anything serious. I knew it was a flight of fancy."
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He stared at the band as Alastor spoke, and in that, he... understood.
Lucifer wore this ring for so long, it simply became a habit to put it on in the morning, or even sleep with it on some nights. He'd even taken to fidgeting with it, brush a thumb over it when he was lost in thought or feeling some form of anxiety. He chalked it up to a memento, but... was it?
Or was it really from an invisible desire not to let go?
If Lilith simply showed up at the hotel, what would he do? What would he say? He'd never really sat and thought about it... not since he spent his days alone in his workshop, before the phone call that changed everything.
"...Is that how you've really felt? From the start?"
So... he did. He did ruin it.
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"Now now. If I were opposed to such a thing, I would have never gotten invested in the first place, Lucifer. Here I am, after all - here for a flight of fancy, here for what fun we can have."
After a pause, he intertwined their fingers, feeling the warm metal against his fingers too. Warm memories, a family, something ancient and deep... and something that nearly everyone besides Alastor understood the feeling of.
"Give yourself time. How silly it would have been for me to expect you to be out of love after only a few decades or so passing since you parted with Lilith."
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Lucifer held tight with intertwined fingers, a warm squeeze, and turned his eyes back to his.
He paused. Gathered himself.
"Nono- you leave me nearly out of blood, not love."
Impulse drove him to give Alastor's cheek a cheeky little pat with his free hand. "You're still recovering from mild anemia, it's understandable."
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"Of course, silly me, even all patched up you still left me breathless! Ah hah hah hah!"
Who knew he could ever be made to feel these fantastic, warm feelings again? And this time, he was going to cherish it while it lasted.
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Besides, he had to figure some things out... but later. He didn't really think that the ring bothered him, but he was always a perceptive demon. He needed to work out kicking an old habit.
Then he gently touched to Alastor's lapel. "...Alright. How about here, then...? Let me take a looky-loo."
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"...Yes, well. I suppose since you've already seen it," Alastor grumbled. Untying his bowtie, this time a lot less enthusiastic and seductive. Ugh. "As far as anyone knows, this is long passed. Especially Charlie."
No one needed to know that Adam had gotten him THAT badly. He was the Radio Demon.
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But he brought their linked hands to his lips, and he kissed a knuckle. "...If anyone knows just how much damage that late sack of misogynistic shit can do, it's me. I mean, I've known the guy from the start."
Blessed spears were one thing, but a favored weapon by a powerful being had a real punch to it, especially when around their wielder and their innate power for so long. It was why the seraphim and higher ups had their signature weapons.
"If you want your ego stroked, however, you survived a direct hit from the First Human. That's not something many, if any, can claim."
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... He'd underestimated how much he'd sealed away with the Deal.
...
Never mind it. Alastor sighed, ego bruised, let the King think it was from the injury and nothing deeper.
"Stitching the damn thing up sober was far worse," he fibbed, though that had definitely hurt like HELL too.
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Even one-handed, buttons weren't a problem, and he went to take a better look at Alastor's handy work.
...Hhhhhuh.
"You did this... completely wide awake??" However did you keep still to pull this off, you crazy bastard!?
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"Much easier to stay conscious and stitch up than it was when I was alive. A jug of whiskey helped."
He's been meticulous about it... but one can only go so far with a stubborn wound that wanted you dead SO BADLY. Alastor had been stubborn and refused to lay down for death.
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