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“I’m grateful that you’re my father/daughter more than anything!”
Angel watches the familial duo with so much hope and yearning, bitter that his relationship with his father is hopeless and ruinous. With an aching heart, Angel dust looks back at the heartwarming and envious scene and as his tears threaten to fall, he quickly retires to his room. His head pounding, being sober is doing so much to him and it's affecting him negatively.
Alastor, on the other hand, held a strained smile, his hands behind his back while gripping his staff tightly. He tried to put on his usual disinterested facade but alas, he could only feel the bile bubbling in his liver and it irritated him. He truly hoped positive things for Charlie but he couldn’t help but feel frustrated seeing such a scene in front of him when he didn’t have any established relationship with his father to hold onto.
The mood was set, warmth and paternal love was in the air, Lucifer truly loves his daughter. Sir Pentious could not help but tear up, he always had a soft heart. The egg boys held onto him and for once, Sir Pentious did not yell at them to get back to work. Husk nodded in agreement, as a father in life, he approved of Lucifer’s actions. A father who never showed his love was not a father at all.
Niffty was astonished, really. She never knew a man could show so much love so openly, happy to see positive vibes, she hugs Husker’s legs, who was annoyed at first but relaxed and patted her head. Nifty grew around men who don’t show emotions, both Husker and Alastor are examples of who she has in her life.
Charlie held her father tightly, opening her eyes to see both Angel and Alastor leaving the scene, a frown made its way to her face as she let go of her father. Lucifer notices and Charlie sighs, motioning both of her friends. He sighs and nods, smiling at Charlie and leaving before saying,
“I’m so proud of you, Charlie.”
She smiled widely, tears forming at her face but she quickly wiped it away. “Thank you, Dad” Vaggie puts a hand on Charlie's shoulder and she held it back. “Now, don’t you worry. I’ll take care of it.”
“Even with Alastor?” Charlie asked with hope that her father would consider talking to him despite their little argument earlier. Lucifer sighs, “Even him, I promise my dear.”
Charlie smiled, truly proud of her dad. Lucifer waves his final goodbye for the night and is off to see Angel Dust first.
–
On his way there, he fidgeted with his hands. Having just arrived at the hotel, he never interacted with the residents (Asides from Alastor but he couldn’t be counted as one in his book and Alastor seconds that notion). He wanted to show Charlie that he truly supported her by helping the residents. Angel Dust’s scent was thick, it was fairly easy to spot which room he tenanted with a soft knock on the door, he called out for him.
“Hey, Angel Dust! It’s Lucifer. Y’know, Charlie’s dad?”
He rants nervously, his hand finding its way to his neck. “Charlie noticed something off with you and I took the initiative to show support of the hotel and provide some help, if you’d let me,” his voice was soft, hoping to not offend him by being there instead of Charlie. After waiting a few seconds, he sighs in defeat and was about to walk away before the door unlocked and opened.
For the first time, Lucifer truly looked at Angel Dust. His eyes were droopy, it was obvious he was losing sleep, bags under his eyes and messy hair. A blanket wrapped around him. Angel Dust was an unusually tall man, but with his shoulder slumped, he looked as tall as Alastor. “Sorry for not looking so presentable right now. I ain’t in the mood ta put on a show right now.”
“Oh, nonsense! You needn’t do such a thing!”
Lucifer smiled brightly, appreciating the fact that he, at least, responded back to him. Angel shuffled in his feet, feeling a tad bit awkward. “Uhh, do ya need anythin’?”
Lucifer shook his head, “The correct question to ask is, do YOU need anything?” Angel raised both his eyebrows in surprise, not expecting Lucifer himself to try to comfort someone other than Charlie. “I was hoping me and Charlie’s interaction did not bother you and if so, would you like to talk about it?”
Lucifer paused, watching Angel Dust stunned.
“Good golly! Where are my manners? Let me formally introduce myself as I was clearly interrupted by an annoying red stag earlier today to do so! I am Lucifer Morningstar and although you know me by name and reputation, I would like to introduce myself as a friend. A friend of Charlie, is a friend of mine!”
Lucifer smiled and extended a hand. Angel smiled, feeling awkward about making friends with Lucifer but quickly took it, not wanting to seem rude. “Angel Dust but just call me Angel, no need t’be formal with me.”
“Now, let’s get this over with, shall we? I expect you have things you’d wanna discuss. I hope I'm not interrupting your space by being here instead of Charlie.”
“No, not at all, Daddy kinks,” Angel winked, irritated that he had to keep up a persona but he was also feeling too mentally exhausted to stop at the same time. “Please, Angel. Although your usual persona is flattering, I’d rather disperse the idea of using sexual innuendos and I’m sure, you’d prefer that as well”
“I- Uh, yes. Sure! I… Can do that!” Angel Dust smiled, shocked by Lucifer’s ability to read his mind and with a blushing face and a racing heart, clearly embarrassed, he offered Lucifer to come into his room, “Would ya like to come in? I wouldn’t want to keep the big man, Lucifer out here” Angel attempted to joke, proud of himself when Lucifer laughed. “I would appreciate that. Thank you, Angel.”
“Ehhh, there’s no need to thank me. It ain’t rare for a whore ta invite someone in'' Angel Dust smirked, still playing a small part of his persona and although not fully, he felt like he still had to keep up his facade. “There’s no need to put yourself down, I'm sure there are qualities about yourself that others would find intriguing.”
“Oh well, thank you”
Lucifer smiled as he sat at a nearby sofa, quickly noticing Fat Nuggets. “Oh, well. Who’s this?” Angel looked to where he was looking and smiled, walking towards his pig and picked him up. “This is Fat Nuggets! My pet pig.”
“What a charming gentleman”
Angel giggled and he sat at the corner of his bed. Feeling like this was now an actual therapy session. “Charlie sent ya here, right?” Fat nuggets curled up on Angel’s lap as he smooths his fur, not making eye contact with Lucifer. “Nah, I offered to.”
Angel looks up at Lucifer, surprised. “Really? Can’t say I’m not shocked.”
Lucifer chuckles, “I understand you feel that way,” Angel turns away from his door, feeling nervous to have the all powerful, Lucifer. He knew it was unfair to judge someone based on their reputation without getting to know them themselves, but he just had to be careful. He quickly sits at the edge of his bed and brings Fat Nuggets onto his lap.
“Let’s not delay this conversation now. Do you want to walk me through what's going on?”
“Shit, this feels like therapy.”
“You ARE in a redemption-slash-rehab hotel, Angel,” Lucifer laughs softly. “I know we have just met today and as I said earlier, I wanted to show support of the hotel, which means extending the support to the tenants, which fortunately includes you”
Angel didn’t know where to start to be honest, nor was he feeling up to the task of opening up to THE Lucifer but he guessed that it wouldn’t hurt to stop running away from his problems. He also didn't want to trauma dump everything to Cherri and put his problems over her own. It can’t hurt to open up to someone to whom he wouldn’t be afraid to burden, at least this was just their first encounter with each other. But even with his willingness to open up, he felt like he physically cannot say anything, his voice giving out before he had the chance to say anything.
Lucifer just watches, waiting patiently as Angel struggles and curls up more to himself, hugging his pig tighter unconsciously. Lucifer couldn’t help but notice him lightly shivering but he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, from fear or from his withdrawals. Usually he could identify what it was but the scent of smoke was too thick in this room for him to tell. “Ya swear you ain’t gon tell anybody?”
“I swear with all my might, Angel.”
Angel paused, his heart was heavy and the floodgates were screaming to be sent free. But to open up about oneself isn't as easy as you think. He didn’t even know how to word it and make it more light hearted than the situation actually was. “If you want help, maybe you can start talking about what your dad was like?”
Angel sighed. Fond memories resurfacing that quickly went away as the trauma overridden the positive ones but he guessed that’s a great place to start with.
“Well, mah Pop’s wasn’t always bad,” there was bitterness in his tone that Lucifer cannot erase in his head. There was so much grief and torment in his words that Lucifer cannot help but already dread where this conversation would take them.
“When my Ma was alive, he didn’t go overboard with the training,” a bitter smile was laced on Angel’s smile, “hell, Pop’s would've gotten mad if me ‘n my older brother would overwork ourselves. He was a really tough nut but at least he cared back then.”
Lucifer didn’t know the context to this story but as he looked into Angel’s eyes he knew it was a tale that haunted him in his sleep. A story so deep that instead of seeing a grown up man in front of him, he’s seen an unhealed traumatized child. No father should be able to treat their own kid that way.
“All went to shit when my Ma died. The fucker grown cold at everyone around him, including his children. Made my twin, Molly the woman of the house and fired every housekeeper we had. Our training got worse but luckily my older brother got used to it quickly but I, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky.”
“That’s when the abuse started,” Lucifer’s blood went cold. He knew humans were capable of cruelty but to expect a father to change in an instant was horrid. It was already horrible to face abuse but to have memories that were once pure and happy only for it to change into torture was another level of horrible.
“With my older brother being the idol child, he was always out on missions, I barely got ta see him and my sister. My sister was always in the kitchen, and if she wasn’t, she was cleaning somewhere. I always stayed in the training grounds. Angel’s hand shook, he held them together to ignore it and bring comfort. “I remember holding a gun for the very first time and my hands couldn’t stop shakin, Pop’s didn’t take that lightly and socked one right at my eye. Popped a blood vessel but eventually it healed”
Angel shrugged and Lucifer didn’t know how he could be so nonchalant about this but in a way, he could understand as well. He has been through so much that this little event could be considered as lightwork.
“I loved him once and I knew there was a time he did too.”
With every word Angel spoke, Lucifer’s heart broke even more. “But I was just never good enough, his constant insults and abuse was not something I liked ta live with. Then he went ahead and nearly killed me, is when I had enough.”
The frustration in his voice was so heavy, Angel was mourning for the man his father once was. It wasn’t fair to mourn for a person who was still alive, to mourn for a person who used to be someone else. How could a person change overnight? Mourning a death of a loved one does change a person but not to an extent where they’re a completely different person. A child who was both verbally and physically abused for the little mistakes every child makes, sure he lived a life that was not ordinary but regardless, a child shouldn’t be punished for making mistakes and a father shouldn’t react that way regardless if he was mourning or not.
“Fucking shot the son-ova-bitch right at the shoulders and at the shins then took off. I regret not takin’ Molly with me but then, who would be with her when I overdosed?”
“I’d rather get exterminated here in hell than leave her alone. At Least at that house, she’s safe. Pop’s never bothers her” Angel placed Fat Nuggets in his bed, fast asleep that little thing. He stood up walking towards his window to look at the view, with his secondary hands hugging himself and his main hand against the window and the other doing nothing. Trying to avoid Lucifer’s gaze but could feel it anyway.
“Then I went and fucked myself ovah when I signed my contract with Valentino. Man, have I messed up with my life. I could barely recognize myself anymore. A fucking famous whore with more porn recordings than Mozart’s works. Shit can’t get worse than this.”
Lucifer can sympathize with his agony, a heartless man could only be so ignorant to his peer’s woes. “Shit, sometimes I wake up and hear his voice, y’know? I can hear his disappointment in every show I did and every after BDSM recording, I could only remember the physical abuse with every bruise I could feel. It’s such a shitty experience but it’s my job.”
“Can’t say nuttin’ cuz Valentino gets mad quick.” Lucifer could now understand why this room was so thick of smoke, it wasn’t because of what may seem a relapse, but also trauma and Valentino’s contract weighing his entire space.
“Gotta feel high to feel nothin’.”
Angel sighs and had the courage to look at Lucifer, tears welled up but could not fall. “I think my Pop’s were right. That I’m useless and I could never amount to anything. So, when I watched you and Charlie earlier, I grew envious because you were all I ever wanted. You were so proud of her achievements even though there weren't any signs that this hotel would work at all, you still… loved her.”
Angel couldn’t take it, he curled into himself further, hugging himself tighter as his tears finally fell. “Why couldn’t my father stay the man he was? Why did I have to mourn and accept the man he turned out to be? I was a child! I just wanted my dad…” Lucifer stood up, Angel was looking down, his body slouched more and he was visibly shaking.
“I wanted my Pop’s to love me too…”
Lucifer hugged Angel, and he hugged back tighter. Patting his back in comfort, Lucifer could only wish that man wasn’t in hell, or he’d have to pay.
“He was never a father to begin with. I, for one, am proud of you. You’ve been through so much and no one has ever appreciated your dedication despite being threatened to do it. Your efforts would not be in vain, especially for working so hard over the years. You should be proud of yourself,” That was all Angel wanted to hear. Sure, it wasn’t from his father but it didn’t matter. This man is worthy of being called a dad, he has proven himself with Charlie and now he has proven to be with him.
“Thank you… Thank you so much,” Angel wept. He felt like a child and for the first time, he felt so small despite their height difference and Lucifer smiled.
“You are welcome.”
–
Alastor was overstimulated. He was itching for familial blood that didn't exist anymore.
He made sure of that.
When Alastor first came to Hell, his first thought process was to look for that low excuse of a man and devour his flesh slowly, the purest form of torture. He could never and WILL never see him as a parental figure. His mother was all he needed, a father was someone that did not need to exist in his life, he did not want one then and did not want one now.
So why was he feeling so envious?
With every ounce of his being, he wanted nothing to do with these feelings. He wanted to rip out his body parts to stop feeling the tension of a sudden want, he wanted to hurt himself to feel better, he wanted to screech Armageddon, he wanted to blow his brains out. His thoughts just. won’t. STOP!
The tension of his office grew heavier and radio dials doubled the amount, his shadow desperately trying to get him to calm down but Alastor was spiraling. His dissociated state was keeping him from being aware of the fact there were footsteps coming close, in front of his office door.
Alastor feels hot, the weight of his contract restricting him from using the full extent of his powers and he is ever so exhausted. A knock disturbed him from his thoughts and his neck cracked by how quick he turned to look at his door. He tried to calm himself down, he had a show to put on and although he did not have the strength to mask, it must be done anyway.
He cleared his throat and returned back to his original state, quickly grabbing his staff and opening the door to reveal Lucifer. He internally frowned at his unexpected guest.
“May I help you?”
His voice was so disinterested that Lucifer’s eye twitched. “Alastor! Although we aren't on great terms, I wish to speak with you!”
Alastor hummed. Considering any possibility on why Lucifer wanted to speak with him.
“Well, I suppose a conversation won’t hurt. Do come in!” Alastor walked away from the door, leaving Lucifer to come in and close the door himself.
“Now, I hate to repeat myself but I must ask again! May I help you?”
Lucifer looks around Alastor’s office, seeing a completely normal office until you look straight ahead, a swamp that extends further which should be made by magic considering the size in comparison to Angel’s room. “I don’t want to appear like I’m rubbing it on your face but I have to ask, did me and Charlie’s interaction bother you?”
“Ha! However, did you reach such a conclusion?”
Lucifer rolled his eyes, “It was only an assumption. Charlie knows you better and seems to think that you’re bothered by something. It only solidified my assumption when Angel fled the same time you did.”
“Ah yes, Angel Dust. A wonderful performer! That effeminate fellow is such a pleasant being to be around if he didn't spout nonsense sexual remarks!”
“Yeah… Right. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you aren’t having a problem with me and my daughter the same way Angel did” Lucifer’s face grimaced, this is the longest they had been without beefing but it was their second interaction so he wasn’t that suspicious. Although, he was feeling a wee bit awkward.
“And what may problem Angel Dust regarding a lovely moment between a father and daughter?”
Alastor’s eye twitched and Lucifer raised a brow, hesitating as he walked closer.
“Well, it’s not really my business to tell but if you’re fishing for context, then all I can say is that Angel… Misses his dad… In a way..”
“Ah! Father issues, such a common problem with all my compatriots, haha!” Alastor played a laugh track, as he walked further away from Lucifer.
“It’s not something to laugh about,” Lucifer frowned, Alastor turned to look at him with a smirk, twirling his staff and stomping it onto the ground. “Everything’s laughable if you're manic enough.”
There seems to be tension in Alastor’s body language, he was twitchy too. There was no change in the way he spoke but last he saw him, that man could stand still like a statue but now, Alastor was shuffling and moving anywhere and everywhere, there was a strain in his smile too.
The same strained smile when he called him a bus boy.
There was something bothering Alastor and he knew it. He knew it wasn’t his presence bothering him but something else. Alastor was silent and Lucifer could not tell why, Alastor was known to be a man who never stops talking. Always knowing what to say and never runs out of topics to discuss. This man is capable of filling empty spaces even if it wasn't quite needed, Alastor talked like he breathed.
“How unusual.”
“What is?” Lucifer questioned, seemingly not knowing what to do and how to go on about this. It was easier with Angel, they never interacted before and he was a sweet man and compared to this man, they are vastly different in terms of personality. My Goodness, Alastor was someone he recently fought with, not even an hour ago!
“It seems to me that you are concerned for my well-being but I can assure you, I’m doing splendidly well!”
Lucifer growled, “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Alastor smirked, knowing that he was getting under Lucifer’s skin, opting to ignore entertaining his questions. There was no need for the king of hell to meddle into his personal affairs.
“My, my. Why so choleric?” Alastor teased, wanting to irritate Lucifer into leaving his office. “It is you who entered into my office to ask if I was, quote-on-quote, offended.”
Lucifer frowned, he didn’t know why he came here in the first place and expected Alastor to speak his mind. Lucifer watches as Alastor’s smile grows every time he manages to get under his skin. Fuck, he wasn’t in the mood for games. A hint of invisible string tied on his mouth, Lucifer knew that Alastor was a man of gluttony and with the found symbolism in Alastor's body, it is easy to say that he's being restricted from doing so. The sin of Gluttony is much more diverse compared to the other deadly sins, as Gluttony doesn’t only focus on food but everything they can consume on, everything to satisfy their sensory deprivation. It could explain Alastor’s constant boredom and need for entertainment. For Alastor to get into this situation, there was one thing certainly clear.
Lucifer smiled as he knew a way to turn the tables. This is the one thing that he knew about Alastor that would get him talking, but it might– nay, WILL offend him. Lucifer chuckled, Alastor’s head twitched in confusion.
“Y’know, I always found it odd that you are the most powerful sinner and yet have not been able to bend the rules to get the pentagram to follow this hotel, you have that much authority considering how much you’re feared.”
Lucifer smirked as he noticed Alastor’s eye twitch in replacement for a frown, “You could have threatened everyone!”
“Contrary to popular belief, even as an anarchist, I despise the notion of force using my political authority nor ignore consent as a whole.” Lucifer nods, walking around Alastors office. “So, that would explain your entanglement with a contract?”
Alastor’s radio white noise grew and the static grew heavier, anger building up. His lips bled, he could hear the chain noises of his contract and feel the agony on his lips due to the stitches that bind him from sin. Alastor felt so manic he could eat himself! He is so deprived of sensory awareness that he would do anything to feel something! The more he was stuck in thought, the more his resentment and radio grew but it could only resonate to a barking laugh.
Lucifer, caught off guard, slightly amused. “And what makes you think that, dear old Lucifer?”
Alastor tried to keep calm but the radio dials were quick to make its appearance and Lucifer knew, he pissed off Alastor. It was easy to piss off a man such as he, who is too prideful and as the room turned green and dark, Alastor grew in size without realizing but Lucifer stood tall, as tall as he could be.
“You’re basically confirming it by reacting, dear Alastor.”
Alastor huffs. He could hear his father laughing as he made a deal with his contractor, that blasted man doing everything he can to be immortal in the living world. Killing him wasn't enough, that man had to suffer a terrible fate by his hands, he did everything sufferable to that man and even with him gone, Alastor could NOT get away from him. He could feel the kind of gravitational pull from his contract that prevented him from doing his worst. God, he wanted to rip his skin off. He wanted to destroy Lucifer for reminding him of his unfortunate deal.
“I don’t agree with you and I like to make it known that I dislike you.”
Alastor turns away from Lucifer, trying to calm himself down but because Lucifer had slowly broken down his walls by distracting him with the reminder that before Lucifer arrived, he was spiraling. The mask was slowly disappearing with every agony he felt, too late now to slip back on.
“But Charlie clearly cares about you and I intend to make her happy.”
Alastor wanted to scream, if he was not strong enough to defeat Lucifer, this man should just end him! Save him from his misery in his treacherous contract.
“Well, my good sir, I do not intend to become a resident in this hotel! I was merely sponsoring this establishment because of my boredom and I prefer to keep it that way!” Alastor turned to look at Lucifer, his eyes were black and he became more twitchy. “You have yet to disagree with my initial question, Alastor and yet you’re so keen on ignoring it.”
Blast this man. There was no way he could lie, his contract binds him to only tell the truth, with the right loopholes, he could get away with anything! But Alastor was not in the right state of mind to be so cunning.
“Or is that stated in your contract? To never have to lie about something you find truthful.”
Oh, how he HATED Lucifer.
“I have my own morals, you know! My mother once said that honesty would reach further than lies!”
He leaned back slightly, his tone shifting to something almost playful. If he couldn't avoid the conversation, he could steer it somewhere philosophical
“White lies are different from Real lies.”
Lucifer wasn’t having it, and his patience was wearing thin. Alastor was deflecting again.
“But regardless, they are both lies. Are they not?”
There was a sharpness to his words, a challenge hidden beneath the question.
“Intent matters. White lies protect. Real lies deceive. Pretending they're the same is dishonest in itself.”
He wasn't sure if Alastor truly believed in his argument or if this was just another way to hide what he didn't want to reveal.
"So then, why aren't you being honest with me? You're contradicting yourself by telling me 'white lies' to soften the impact of whatever your hiding! Honestly, haven't your father taught you anything?"
Something in Alastor seemed to snap. His carefully constructed facade cracked and his voice, usually calm and composed, rose in a rare show of fury.
“That DESPICABLE MAN will NOT get the credit for anything!” Alastor growled, anger festering deep inside him, uncovering a part of himself he has never revealed to anyone. His voice, like a sharp blade, cut through the air, and Lucifer jumped at the uncharacteristic outburst. This was a man who never raised his voice, whose composure was his greatest weapon. There was a reason demons feared him: his silence is unpredictable, unreadable. Yet here he was, a storm unleashed.
Lucifer took a step back, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. For the first time, he believed he had uncovered a piece of Alastor's carefully guarded inner world. It was raw, vulnerable, and deeply humane.
"So, is this the root of your problem?" Lucifer said after a moment, his voice softening, but his wit still razor-sharp. "That you relate to your compatriots in terms of... 'Father issues'?"
Alastor froze. his expression unreadable- except for his wide, stunned eyes. He looked like a deer caught in headlights- pun intended. His pride stung as he realized too late that he had walked straight into Lucifer's trap. He has let his emotions boil over, leaving him defenceless.
For a moment, no words came. But deep within, memories clawed their way to the surface, unbidden and unrelenting.
Alastor's mind flashed to that day long ago, the only time he had ever raised his voice- once with his father and once with his mother. That man had been impossible to reason with, his anger directed unfairly at a woman who had only shown kindness and protection to her son. Alastor could still see his mother shielding him from the wrath of a man too consumed by his own rage to see reason.
Lucifer titled his head, watching the storm play out behind Alastor's eyes. He knew that look- the same haunted expression he'd seen in someone else.
Finally, he smirked, sharp and knowing. "You and Angel are more alike that you realize. Father issues are such a powerful motivator, aren' they?"
Alastor tried to glare at him, he really did try but as the memories continue to haunt him and his facade finally falling, all he could do was spiral in silence and let his pride sting, unable to deny the truth in Lucifer's words, or rather preoccupied to deny and save himself from embarassment.
“Alastor?”
Lucifer was looking at him with confusion. He must’ve spaced out but with a clouded mind, he didn't have the current mental capacity to tune in. The radio static grew louder and the infrared wavelength in Alastor’s fourth eye was distracting and it physically hurt to look with his primary eyes. All Lucifer could see was that Alastor’s sclera were black and the radio static was making Lucifer’s sensory irritated. “I must apologize, please leave as I am currently not in the right state of mind! But it was lovely meeting you.”
The man started pushing Lucifer with his brute strength and for a skinny man, Lucifer was shocked. Lucifer took a quick glance at Alastor's face and saw the symbol of his contract. Like Angel’s contract made of smoke and Huskers as chains, Alastor was embedded into his mouth like it was meant to forever trap him. A contract as strong as that could not be given by any other overlords nor deadly sin and it could only mean one thing.
It didn’t take anymore of Lucifer’s angel origins to use that strength on Alastor to stop him from physically pushing him out of his office. He held Alastor's upper arm tightly, despite Alastor's growl due to the physical touch, he held tightly.
“Who’s your contractor, Alastor?”
Lucifer’s eyes turned red and his demon features came out, Alastor showed Lucifer one of his physical features, that monster deer with blackened eyes, in rebellion of Lucifer's action. “It is none of your concern!”
Alastor tried to push him off him but his tentacles melted at Lucifer’s touch and it hurt but a little fall of rain could hardly hurt him now, not ever, especially not with him.
“Was it–” Alastor growled, unable to contain his anger any longer. He was bleeding, The contract tearing his facial features but it didn’t matter, the pain was temporary, he needed Lucifer to get OUT OF HIS WAY.
Alastor pulled and his arm disconnected from his torso. Lucifer stood still, looking down at the arms that were previously attached to Alastor. Alastor huffs, blood everywhere, dark as ink. Lucifer looked closely at Alastor's detached limbs and saw the contract symbol again, he followed that string and saw that it was attached to Alastor's body, his contract glowing brightly and before Lucifer could ask if he was okay and apologize to him, the arms retracted and reattached into Alastor. The squelching and body modification with cartilage popping sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, always the squeamish type.
Lucifer hadn’t realized that Alastor wasn’t breathing until the arms were back at his body. He could hear the radio noises once again, with a sound of a click, Alastor was standing tall with the usual smile on his face.
It was like nothing ever happened.
“Oh dear, what a mess,” Alastor tried to wipe off his blood with his gloves, but to no avail. “What the fuck was that.”
Alastor looked away from his suit and at Lucifer, “Since there is no reason to hide it from you. This, my friend, is the consequences of my contract. Bound to forever not reach my fullest potential. Whether it pertains to my powers or my day-to-day emotions.”
Alastor smiled with his teeth as he leaned down to face Lucifer, “My source of entertainment is also my very own punishment,” and his smile grew. Lucifer blinked, unsure of what he meant until it hit him.
‘I want to watch the scum of the world climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pits of failure.’
Alastor was projecting, all this time. Lucifer frowned, this is a lot to unpack in one day. All he wanted to know was what the fuck was his problem with him and his daughter. Maybe he had read too much into it. “You mentioned a father. If it pleases you, I will agree with your statement in regards to whether I relate to my compatriots in terms of Father issues.”
Alastor looked at his hands, “he made me this way.” He looked away and focused his eye on looking at a bewildered Lucifer. “That’s all I'm comfortable with sharing.”
Whiplash. Lucifer felt it hard, Alastor’s personality is fickle and it's one of the qualities why he disliked the man but in a way, he could understand why now. Alastor is a man deprived of entertainment that his mind is trying to find ways to satisfy that distaste of boredom, to also run away from depressing because there is nothing in this world Alastor was allowed to feel strongly about, the contract bound him to be in between. That takes a toll on a man’s sanity.
“I.. Apologize, Alastor. I was too forceful on you. All I wanted was for my daughter to see my support of this hotel that I neglected your space.”
Alastor was silent for a minute, Lucifer admitted his wrongs, he was rather rude especially during their first meeting. Alastor bit because he did first, a means of survival. “...I understand.”
The room was silent. Lucifer thought it was now time for him to leave and allow Alastor his privacy, to allow him to breathe for once.
“I’ll see you around then, Alastor.”
He didn't say anything, Lucifer frowned but started to walk towards the door. “Thank you, Lucifer.”
Alastor spoke once Lucifer opened the door, “No, thank you,” he smiled and left. Alastor was now left alone in his office and sat on his desk with his head in his hands.
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Lucifer closed the door and sighs. He must figure out who held that much power quickly, it could danger this world and if this world was destroyed and far from saving, his daughter would–
“Dad! How’d it go?” Charlie looked at her dad with a smile on her face, Lucifer relaxed. “It could’ve been better.”
“Awe man. I guess that's to be expected, we’re talking about Alastor.”
“No need to worry, that man is capable of taking care of himself. Let’s go now, shall we?” Charlie nods and takes her father's arm. As they start to walk to the lobby, Lucifer looks back at Alastor's office and swore to find out who his contractor was, and swore to help Angel as well. That disgusting moth would face his wrath.