Lilith's Message

                                    

                                          
Later in the evening, Alastor manages to awaken from his unconscious state. He rests a hand to his head, and groans. His memories of the previous few hours run by his head. 
'That fucking King...' 
He sits up from his bed only to realize that he was even in his bed. He looks around the room—no damage—the buyou is untouched—he looks down to his body and sees the scar that is left from his previous injury. He stands up, but when he looks to the side he can see his microphone stand completely intact. He notices the note and reads over what was left behind by Lucifer. 
He sets the note aside and sighs heavily. 
"Well....at the very least I got to slam his face in, perhaps one day I'll do it again. For now though, I'd actually like to rest longer. Have not gotten any sleep since that damn day. Perhaps, I'll leave a note behind for him," 
His shadow forms at the edge of his bed with a small purr. 
"Yes I know it has been a while." 
He writes his own message and hands it to it. 
The shadow grins and sinks into the floor. It slithers throughout the hotel until it finds the King. He was in the library looking through several books he had moved from his own at the castle, but only important copies. He's wearing a pair of oval shaped glasses, that were resting on his cheeks. He's growing frustrated with every book he scans through. He throws the current one in his hand and bursts out a wave of flames. 
'I can't contact her right now, and nothing is showing up in any of these records! What kind of nonsense is this?! There's no way there is nothing recorded in any of these....! What the hell did they do?!' 
He hits his head off the shelf and just slumps along against the shelf. The shadow snickers silently before howling to grab his attention. He jumps and forgets that he was only floating, and not flying with his wings. He drops immediately into a pile of books leaving for him to pop up with a headache from busting his head on several hardcovers. 
"Ugh, what the hell?" 
He rubs his head and looks up to the shadow figure that was grinning at him. 
"Huh? Alastor's shadow...?" 
He turns away a bit, but the shadow merely presses the note to his face before leaving with a howl. Lucifer watches it fly away before looking down to the note. 
'Lucifer, I appreciate that you cleaned up everything, healed my wound, and restored my microphone stand. However, I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my sight for a bit of time. You should know better when it comes to respecting ones privacy. I don't care if you're a king. I don't care if you run all of hell. You purposefully threatened me, on the basis that because of my background I should not be trusted. While I agree with your notion of not trusting a character like me, your behavior is a reason why I would never trust you. People as entitled as you need to be humbled, but I suppose you were when 'SHE' had left. Clearly, you didn't learn. But enough of me poking at your sour bone, don't bother me for a while. And don't interact with me. I don't care about whatever you choose to do, just don't come near me. Although, thank you for choosing to keep your mouth shut. I will continue to rest for now. Good night, Alastor.' 
Lucifer leans back a bit into the pile of books with a frown. He fucked up. He already knew this, but now it was setting in that he messed up horrifically bad. He just wanted an answer out of him to confirm, but he keeps turning away and acting like his answer didn't matter when it does. It matters way too much right now, especially if he was a winner before falling. He sighs and sinks into the pile. 
'How am I going to really apologize for this...? Or even make up for it...? I don't think healing him and fixing his belongings will really do anything. Those are objects, and if he was thrown over then....if anything he probably sees me as he sees them. Entitled....selfish....and arrogant....'