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Lucifer didn’t really go in for all the human holidays. They’d changed so much over the years in any case, it was hard to keep track of – first something was a celebration of fertility, with parties and drunkenness and the occasional hare sacrificed to encourage a good harvest – and now a magical egg laying bunny brings chocolate eggs to kids, the holiday co-opted by those wild mega-fans of his dad.
Seriously – people thought K-pop fans were bad.
There was, however, one tradition he’d chosen to embrace this year specifically.
Mistletoe.
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- Part 20 of AppleRadio ONE SHOTS
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Lucifer was having a bad day.
That wasn’t anything particularly new – if he added up the number of bad days in comparison to good, over the course of ten thousand years, he was pretty bad was leading that race by a country mile. They’d just been… less frequent, of late. So the fact this low mood had crept into him, fastened itself around his psyche like a demonic spider, sucking the joy out of everything he looked at-
Well – it was disappointing, to say the least.
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- Part 19 of AppleRadio ONE SHOTS
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Alastor is being followed by a rubber duck.
And no, he's definitely not losing his mind.
(Not over that, anyway).
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- Part 2 of Hunger Pains
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Lilith had been Lucifer’s reason to get up in the morning. His reason to keep going. To keep breathing. After the fall, he had nothing, but the one he fell with. And he never took that for granted. But sometimes, even when you try your hardest, you still lose.
But then, by some miracle, an annoying, argumentative, radio demon, weaseled his way into Lucifer’s life.
inspired by how to never stop being sad by dandelion hands
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Alastor manifested out of the shadows, appearing in his radio tower, hand clutched to his side in an attempt to staunch the excessive bleeding. The battle with Adam had left him badly injured. He stumbled into his desk, holding himself up with the hand not against the gash on his side. Blood slipped through his fingers as the realization dawned on him. He was going to die. And there was nothing he could do.