#You've Got That Power Over Me [Lucifer x Alastor] radiodaemon

[the-nexus]

@radiodaemon || Cont. [ X ]

Lucifer knew he'd been far from stealthy or secretive, but there had been an attempt, poor as it was. It was only a matter of time before it would be noticed that his presence was lacking during dear Mama St. Cyr's visits. He'd done well to hide his injuries, but it was inevitable that he would be caught one night.

And this was that night.

Normally, he'd have been startled right out of his skin at the sudden break in silence, but he was aware Alastor had been awaiting him in his room. He'd felt the shift in the air and caught his scent. And Lucifer didn't even bother hiding what Alastor would eventually have found anyway.

"I didn't think I would get away with it. Not for long, really. But it was for you and mom that I had to do it. And why I will still do it." As the blond spoke, he peeled away the remaining layers that covered his pale, battered skin.

The king took a seat with a mentally, and physically, drained sigh. With a wave of his hand, the candles scattered about his room flickered to life, illuminating the duck-infested space. He wished to argue with Alastor, to keep his secret, but the fear of pushing away his own husband and what little family he had left wasn't worth hiding his it.

He groaned softly as Alastor's hand trailed over him, closing his eyes to simply focus on the tender touch of his beloved on his marred frame. "I had to make a deal in Heaven.... They wouldn't let me see your mother, let alone bring her to Hell for visitation. So, I told them that if they let her have visitation to Hell, then they could do what they wanted to me during her stay. Can't tell you how happy that made the exorcists."

As Alastor worked, Lucifer winced, letting out a shaking breath. "It sucks, yeah, but there's nothing I won't do to make sure you and mom are happy and together." Lucifer took a moment to turn his head, taking Alastor's chin between his fingers and letting his gaze sink into his beloved's. "And don't try to change my mind. It's been made up. I look small and frail, but I can clearly take a beating. I want her to keep coming here to see everyone. I want the two of you to see each other." He pressed his forehead to Alastor's, closing his eyes as fingers gently stroked over the demon's cheek. "Let me do this. For you. And for her. Just please be here when I come home, because that's all I want. Knowing you'll be here, with open arms, and a genuine smile....makes the pain worth every second."

[the-nexus]

@radiodaemon

Wedding day

[the-nexus]

" ... Lulu... "

He tries to keep his voice soft, quiet, so as to not startle the king from his slumber too harshly, but with the way Lucifer is tossing and turning in his sleep, Alastor thinks he may just be doing him a favor by waking him up by whatever means necessary. Fingers settle upon one of the older man's shoulders, shaking him gently, at first... but, when that doesn't work, Alastor takes matters fully into his own hands by taking Lucifer, quite literally, into his own hands, too.

He's careful as he pulls him from beneath the covers and cradles him, smoothing a palm through messy sunshine strands. " Lulu... you're having a nightmare, I believe, but I'm here. Do wake up, please, so you can see that everything is alright. Lulu... come on now... "

@radiodaemon

These nightmares had become more frequent. The occasional bad dream wasn't uncommon for himself, or anyone, really. But as of late, they were almost nightly now. And always the same horror.

Repeats of Alastor's death.

But, unlike how it had happened, Lucifer was trapped, observing his lover's death. And all he could do was scream, or attempt to. His lips would part, but little to no sound left them. No matter how hard he struggled against his restraints, he couldn't move. Couldn't intervene. Forced to watch as his loving husband was chased by hounds and shot mercilessly. Over and over.

It had become difficult for the king to willingly rest, knowing this nightmare was to return. He thought, with Alastor by his side, that his mind would be filled with pleasant dreams. After all, the man he's loved for a century was here. Alive. Well. And warm in his arms.

Yet, his mind saw fit to remind him of his failure to protect what mattered most to him. Made him relive the trauma again and again until he woke in sweat and tears.

This night, however, was slightly different. As per usual, he was looking on as his lover was to be slain before his eyes, Lucifer reaching out and trying to call out to him. Then, just as the sound of gunfire sounded, everything around him was swallowed in darkness. The wretched visions that crushed his heart and soul simply vanished and in the pit of those shadows flickered a light....and a voice.

' I'm here. '

' Wake up. '

' Everything is alright. '

His entire body was warm, the feel of those arms he knew so well wrapped around him. Slowly, he cracked his eyes open, blinking slowly through a few tears as they adjusted to the face in front of them. And there...crimson eyes looked back at him with concern. It took Lucifer a few moments to realize he was no longer dreaming. It was the heat from Alastor and the fingers in his hair that roused him from his daze and truly woke him.

"Good morning, my Doe," he murmured, cracking a tired smile before reaching up and drawing Alastor in for a tender kiss, the short king pouring every ounce of his love into it as he could possibly muster. This thumb stroked Alastor's cheek, a few stray tears managing to slip from his closed eyes.

"I missed you," he whispered against his lips.

[the-nexus]

"I bet you have many eyes on you, Mr. Lu Magne! An easy on the eyes man like who knows how to treat his daughter... and you know all about flowers, too!? Why, it's any woman's dream to have someone like you! Say, are you free after your shift?"

A customer who, clearly, wished to be more than that was leaned over the flowershop counter, watching as 'Lu Magne' bundled up her order. Her eyes drank in his thin waist, his lovely golden hair, his rolled up sleeves, and his gorgeous eyes and smile, all whilst a certain radio host stood across the room with his back turned, listening to it all.

"They say all the pretty men come to New Orleans... I see now that that's true~" She continues to flirt, brushing her fingers against Lu's hand with a look that made evident where her mind had wandered. She wants to touch him in more places than just there, but... well, at least she's decent enough to know that wouldn't be a good business practice.

Alastor, though, is fuming, and eventually turns around to face where he can eye the back of this woman's head with eyes alight with poorly hidden ire, almost frighteningly so. His finger twitches -- no, no, he won't do anything here, of course not -- but cursed gods, is it tempting.

@radiodaemon

It wasn't uncommon for Lucifer to have admirers. He was a beauty. Many would look upon him with interest and awe, but he paid no mind to their gazes. He simply played oblivious to their stares, thanking them for their compliments and moving on with his day. He'd no interest in any of them. Not when he'd already found his perfect partner.

His hand was quickly drawn away from the flirtatious customer, putting his focus on tying the ribbon around the bouquet of flowers she'd requested. "Thank you for you sweet compliment, miss, but I have a full evening. A full week. A full lifetime, really. Between this shop, caring for my daughter, and..." He passed a glanced to his seething beloved, who struggled to contain his distaste for the customer's advances.

"I am not a single man. I have a partner. I would say 'Sorry', but that would give the impression that if I wasn't in a relationship, that I'd date you." He held out the batch of flowers to her, giving her one of his popular, sunshine smiles that made any who saw it weak in the knees. "I've got no interest in you, ma'am. Truthfully, I'd not expected to fall for who I'm with now, and since I have, I want no one else. But you have a wonderful day and thank you for stopping in."

The woman left in a huff, appalled that she had been rejected. Lucifer chuckled to himself, moving to the door where he closed and locked it. He turned to Alastor and wrapped his arms around his waist. "You know, I love it when you get jealous, darling~"

He nuzzled into the brunet's ear with a hum. "Why don't I close the shop early and we get something to eat? I'm absolutely starving!"

[the-nexus]

" Darling~ " He pulls the king close and gently twirls him, before bowing. " Come dance with me, won't you? " // from Alastor, to his cute lil sunshine blorbo~

@radiodaemon

Ah, how eventful the day had been. Not only was it April Fool's day, but also the birthday of a much beloved resident of the hotel. A party had been arranged to celebrate the birth of Angel. The entire lobby had been decorated, food and drinks prepared by the staff, including Lucifer, who had taken it upon himself to construct the cake himself.

A joyous night. Laughter, karaoke, dancing had filled the walls. And when the hour grew late and the others retired to bed, Lucifer ushered everyone to bed, taking on the task of clean up. There was minor protests, mainly by Charlie and Vaggie, but he assured her he was more than okay with it.

Clean up was simple, at least for him. He was a master of magic. What would have taken the other a few hours had taken him mere minutes. He looked upon the clean room and nodded his head. Well, his work was done. Time for a little rest of his own, no?

" Darling~ "

The king nearly jumps out of his own skin as a voice pierces through the silent room. He knows it, could recognize it in a crowded room. Hadn't startled him any less. Before he was able to mutter even a single syllable, he was drawn into his lover and given a twirl. As Alastor bowed, Lucifer couldn't keep from smiling.

"I'd say it's our turn to." He chuckled, stepping close and pressing into his husband's warm body. The blond was able to dance with or without a melody. As long as he had Alastor at his side, he was all the music he needed.

Their bodies swayed, spun, heels clicking as they moved in perfect rhythm. Oh, to look upon them now was almost a mirror of their beautiful wedding. The shine in Lucifer's eyes just as glittering and full of deep love for Alastor as they were that day.

The king twirled Alastor one more time before dipping him low. Quite low, as Lucifer was on the short side, but he made up for this by tenderly kissing his Darling Doe's lips.

"I love you~"

[the-nexus]

@radiodaemon

[the-nexus]

Squeaks.

@radiodaemon

Oh.

Oh no.

Alastor couldn't possibly expect Lucifer to remain composed after emitting such a precious, soul-stealing little squeak. The King's eyes were alight and he was unable to control himself. Hands squished the Radio Demon's cheeks together and the most unholy, un-kingly, unmanly squeal erupted from him.

"Oh my stars, that was so adORABLE~♫" He kissed those lips, his smile now ear to ear. "Do it again! Please do it again, honey!!"

Was this really the King of Hell.....?

[the-nexus]

This is why he had feared falling in love, even in his human days. One begins to care about another person far beyond reason and fathom, to the point any inkling of SADNESS made him feel insane with the need to make all the pain go away. Worse, notably, that he is the cause of Lulu's pain this time, all because he's fighting, and LOSING so many of his own battles against a woman who had once loved Lucifer, too.

He'd lashed out, and it had pissed her off. Part of him didn't regret doing so, if only because the sheer look of RAGE upon her visage had been so worth it in the moment. Even if she'd hurt Lulu beyond reason ( and, cursed gods, he despised her for that, too ), an intense emotion like LOVE didn't just up and cease to exist. He hadn't outright told her he and Lucifer were married--- no, he's not SO foolishly petty that he would endanger their bond like that, but to know both Charlie AND Lucifer were on his side? That wound wasn't healing up and closing anytime soon.

" I did not ask for your help, Lulu. I don't want or need it, you see. " Gently, he takes Lucifer's hand from where it had gripped the tight, glowing chain, and pulls it to his lips to plant a chaste kiss atop it. Thereafter, though, he pulls away, letting Lucifer's hand go. " Besides, what do I look like having my husband fight all my battles for me, hm? Why, all of hell would start to believe I've lost my touch! No, no, you KNOW we can't have that! "

That part was very much true; he's LUCKY his defeat against Adam hadn't been broadcasted to all of hell, and that he'd managed to slink away before the rest of the hotel caught a glimpse at how poor off he'd been afterwards. Of course Lucifer's help would shift the pieces into his favor, but... it's messy enough as is, and as much as Alastor LOVES messes, this one is one he'd prefer to keep as contained as possible.

" Rest assured though, my darling, I am fine! This chain causes me no pain, I am free to leave and return as much as I please again--- it is but an UGLY statement, and nothing more! Now, I'm simply ravenous! Shall we have lunch? Dinner? I don't even know what time it is, but food sounds GREAT right about now! "

@radiodaemon

Having his hands drawn from the chain and tenderly kissed warmed his heart, but to be told his help was neither wanted or needed made his stomach sink once again. As Alastor continued, he realized the other was right to want to fight alone, but it didn't bother him any less. As a loving, married couple, were they not supposed to work together? Was this not something they could fight side by side?

Still, Alastor was a known, very powerful Overlord of Hell and his own reputation was on the line. Should Lucifer fight every battle of his, others in the King's realm would see him as unfit to be an Overlord and incapable of handling his own.

He buried his face in his Doe's chest, arms encircling his waist as he inhaled the other's scent he'd been deprived of the entire week. At least he returned to Lucifer alive and in one piece. He couldn't deny he'd been utterly terrified something had happened to him. He couldn't be blamed after their last extended parting.

"I understand how you feel, but I still hate knowing you're fighting by yourself." Hands firmly snatched Alastor's coat by the collar and Lucifer pulled himself up to wrap his legs around his husband's waist. "I'll let you keep fighting to uphold your reputation as someone to to be fucked with, as is your wish, but you have to promise me one thing...." Claws combed through his beloved's two-toned locks. "If you're facing a fight you know you can't win, you WILL call for me. I'm not going lose you a second time, you hear?"

Lucifer drew Alastor in to let their foreheads touch. "Never again. Please. Promise me this." He knew Alastor's pride and stubbornness. They were qualities he found both admirable as well as irritating. Sometimes it was hard to get through those features of his, but he loved his demon for them all the same.

Alastor's desire for food made Lucifer sigh, yet a smile curved his lips. "It's evening, so dinner it is. What're you feeling up for, hm? Your options aren't limited to just this ring of Hell, by the way," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the other's neck.

[the-nexus]

" ... Lulu? " His voice is low, but guarded, with evident DISGUST dripping from it. " Who is THAT? The one who looks... nauseatingly similar to you? You see him, yes? My eyes are not deceiving me? " The hair, the face... even the placement of his horns. Not EXACT to the king, but damn near close enough. " It... THAT... unsettles me. Surely, it cannot be mere coincidence. Is it... normal for your followers to dress up as you? "

@radiodaemon || Alastor

Lucifer looked to Alastor with a most quizzical expression, following his gaze. And there, amidst the crowd stood a demon bearing a striking resemblance to him. The King's eye twitched at the sight. "The fuck?! Hell no, that's not normal! Sweetheart, hold my drink." he huffed, passing his red cup to the other before stomping his way towards the unsuspecting imposter, rolling his sleeves up along the way.

The demon was seen being hauled out the door by the leg, his apologetic screams drowned out by the partying crowd. A few minutes passed by before Lucifer reemerged and joined his beloved, black claws now a vibrant shade of red. He took back his drink with a sweet smile.

"Before you say anything, no, I didn't kill him. Just gave him the makeover of his afterlife."

[the-nexus]

@radiodaemon

*Alastor, watching Lucifer enter the bar wearing fancy clothes*

Alastor, sad: I see you have a date. Who's the lucky person?

Lucifer: …

Lucifer: I forgot to ask you out, didn't I?

[the-nexus]

"Deal with my mother. Please." He says this through perpetually grinning, yet gritted teeth, before slithering his way into the next room with not even a modicum of context given. In walks Mother St. Cyr, with baby pictures of a once human Alastor that the Radio Demon can't believe she actually brought with her when she'd passed on into the afterlife.

" Lucifer, my sweet child! Won't you come entertain your mother in law with baby talk? Darling Charlie has grown up to be so beautiful and smart, just like her father, but when will you have a sweet baby for me to dote on from you and Alastor? I'd say you two owe me for not getting it done before we died! "

@radiodaemon

And he is left in confused silence as Alastor departs. Lucifer has no words. Why the sudden need to flee from his mother after all the trouble Lucifer had gone through to get her visitations?

As she entered the room, flashing the photos before Lucifer and the others, the king melted at the sight. "Awww, lookit 'im! He was such a cutie!!" Was it embarrassment that had made his husband scurry away? Was he that unhappy with the photos being shown to all that had made him so...uneasy?

When the questioning of a child was posed, he only wished he could join Alastor in fleeing the questioning. Keeping a smile, albeit a rather nervous one, he chuckled weakly, tugging at the collar of his coat.

"Oh, well...You see, I don't really, uh..."

Surrounding the king and his sweet mother-in-law were the hotel's residents, making Lucifer even more nervous. His grip upon his cane tightened as he attempted to avoid eye contact, but it was hard not to meet the gaze of even one person.

"Yeah, Short King. When're we gonna see a little gremlin from you's and Smiles, eh?" Angel's smile is wide, rivaling Alastor's notorious grin. Even Charlie seemed interested in the thought, hands clasped together and a shine in her eyes. "I'd love a sibling one day, dad!"

"I...I don't think it's a possibility for us. I know magic, sure! But...not that kind of magic."

As much as he wished he and Alastor could have a child of their own, it was simply not in his own power, despite being an angel. Creating life remained in the hands of his father and couples bearing the ability to reproduce.

He failed to see it, but his own features had become just a little sad, but he quickly restored his smile, quickly taking notice of the curious mass of eyes on him.

"Sorry to disappoint, everyone. It's just not something I'm able to do."

Besides, hadn't he already failed as a parent once?

[the-nexus]

Shipping Meme, for Lucifer and Alastor!

@tenebriism

send me a ship and I'll tell you...

who is more likely to hurt the other?

Neither! Unless forced by control not their own, neither of them would dare raise a hand against the other with intent to harm. Same goes emotionally. They built such a powerful bond that either of them uttering anything cruel to or about the other would result in immediate discovery that they are not of their own mind or being forced to say such things.

who is emotionally stronger?

I think Alastor. Or, at least, he puts up the front that he is. Lucifer is very emotional and breaks down easily. Alastor seems to keep it together very well, unless he's lost in thought of his dearly loved mother.

who is physically stronger?

Lucifer. Don't get me wrong, Alastor is a powerhouse, having conquered many overlords in the short time he's been in Hell, but Lucifer ancient old with much physical training under his belt due to the training he received with his siblings.

who is more likely to break a bone? 

Both. Lucifer cannot bring himself to let harm come to those he loves, especially Alastor. break his bones, tear off his wings, but don't touch his husband! And Alastor? Well, he'll be the one breaking someone else's bones.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Alastoooooor. He knows all the sensitive spots in Lucifer's heart. But he wouldn't say such hurtful things unless forced by a certain contract holder...

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

Both. Neither can stay mad at the other for very long. Alastor would feel bad after the argument and come to apologize and Lulu would be a crying mess, clinging like the koala he is and blubbering about how sorry he is.

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

Both? The two of them are a bit reckless in battle, especially when it comes to protecting each other.

who is in constant need of comfort? 

I think Lucifer for this one. He's been through so, so much. The fall from Heaven, being alienated from his daughter as well as abandoned by his wife, then the loss of his husband. He lives in constant fear that what little good that is left in his life will either leave or be taken from him. He's a traumatized bab.

who gets more jealous? 

ALASTOR. Yes, Lucifer gets hella jealous, but just a flirtatious look from someone else gets Alastor riled up. Sometimes Lu is just that oblivious to the flirting until Alastor makes his presence known. And Lucifer loves every second of Alastor's possessiveness that follows.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

Neither. Not even being forced would make them. Unless either of them did something unforgiveable, I can't see them up and leaving the other.

who will propose? 

BOTH!! And they have!!! ♥ ♥

who has the most difficult parents?

Lucifer. Nuff said.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

Both. Lucifer is a very touchy kind of person. Not only does he thrive on physical affection, but he loves flaunting his happiness in his relationship to others. But I see Alastor starting to do it eventually as his way of showing a touch of possessiveness as well as keeping from losing track of the short king, who likes to wander.

who hogs the blankets? 

Tricky one, this. I'd say neither. Lucifer is a sprawler when he sleeps, but it's always over Alastor, keeping him warm. And Alastor's body gives Lu all the heat he needs.

who gets more sad? 

Luluuuu. He's so emotional, depressed, and has so much damn trauma.

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Alastor. This man is so thoughtful and knows Lucifer inside and out, knows every little thing that could wash away his worries, be it a simple embrace or even just playing certain music on his radio.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Alastor. He's so witty and always has the funniest responses. Lucifer loves it.

who is more streetwise?

Definitely Alastor. Both in life and in death, this man has seen and experienced so much. Lucifer has lived a more royal (though damned) life.

who is more wise?

Lu, I'd say? He was once very naïve, but after his fall, his eyes were opened to true reality, which wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. And he an ooooold man.

who’s the shyest? 

Neither? Sure, Lucifer is awkward as fuck, but not exactly shy. And Alastor has absolutely no fear, nor a drop of shyness in him.

who boasts about the other more? 

I feel like Lu. He loves going on and on about his beloved and how he's this amazing, terrifying demon who, in such a short time, rose to be one of the most feared overlords in all of Hell. But Alastor still gets bragging rights over the fact he landed the King of Hell by trying to kill him when they first met.

who sits on who’s lap? 

They take turns! Both see the other's lap as the perfect throne to sit upon~

[the-nexus]

" ... you must return to hell soon, you say? To handle business?"

It isn't as if it's the first time Lu has had to leave to tend to his affairs. It's expected, marrying the devil himself, that certain obligations couldn't simply be brushed under the rug because he found himself a mortal lover... and, normally, Alastor doesn't complain. He always misses Lucifer and Charlie terribly when they are gone, but never has he tried to convince them to choose HIM over things he knew took priority.

... but, this time feels different.

He's felt paranoid for weeks now... like eyes have been upon him. Watching him. Like he's being followed. Like something very, very bad is going to happen to either himself or someone he loves... but, he won't say anything to Lucifer. No, the blond already feels terribly guilty for having to leave Alastor behind again, and the last thing the radio host wants to do is make it harder for Hell's king.

"Come back soon..." He offers, holding Lulu just a touch longer out of a silly, selfish need for some extra comfort. "I love you both. If it gets to be too much for you, don't force yourself to stay, my darling. Your happiness and health come first. I'll find a way down there myself, if I must, just to ensure you are taken care of."

Oh, if only he knew the reality he was speaking into existence... but, not of his own doing.

A kiss... two, three, four, five, a dozen, two dozen... and he lets go.

"See you soon, my love."

@radiodaemon

If he had known....

He never would have taken a step through that portal. He never would have left his husband's side. He would have been able to protect him He'd have been able to spend more time with him.

He would still be alive.

Yet, here the king sat, in the middle of the woods. He's coated in blood, cradling a body against his own. And he wails. Oh God, does he wail. His cries echo through the trees, his face soaked in tears. He is rocking his beloved in his arms as he sobs, every inch of his body trembling.

No.

NO!

NO NO NO!!!

This couldn't be happening to him! He was gone less than a day! And in that short time, Lucifer had lost the love of his life. His lover, his best friend, his husband was dead, an exit wound from a gun on his forehead and bites from hounds on his legs.

Someone had hunted Alastor like a fucking animal.

Lucifer clung to his fallen one's corpse, their last moments replaying in his mind like a broken record. Their shared kisses and Lucifer's promise to return quickly. The saddened look in Charlie's eyes as she knew they had to go.

How could he tell her? How could he look Charlotte in the eyes and tell her that Alastor was gone? How could he even go on living, knowing his one and only was dead.

Murdered in cold blood.

As he let out one, final scream of heart wrenching agony, the king sat straight up in his bed, his skin coated in cold sweat. He was panting and shaking, eyes locked on the sheet tightly clenched between his fingers.

It was a stirring beside him that snapped him from his daze, the king's turning his head to find Alastor waking beside him, likely roused from his sleep by Lucifer's violent awakening. Seeing the demon beside him, alive and well brought him to tears and he threw himself at the other, wrapping his arms around his loving husband and sobbing into his neck.

He was here.

[the-nexus]

--- shit.

" Lulu? " Though Alastor's grin does not falter, the steps he takes back and AWAY from Lucifer are telling enough of his shame. So distracted by the chaos of his predicament, he hadn't thought to do a routine check of his quarters upon his return, as he normally, and WISELY, would have; now, how is he to face his beloved husband about something he hadn't meant to make known?

" I... hardly think it is worth discussing! We are ALL bound, chained, and/or cuffed to something, someONE, down here in this extravagant little hell we call home, right, Lulu? " He can feel the anger, the UPSET, wafting off of Lucifer in waves, but what the hell does he expect Alastor to do!? Come clean about something he really SHOULDN'T talk about? And, to some extent, COULDN'T? " Vulnerability makes eeeeveryone foolish at some point in their lives! I am no exception, despite how flawlessly I otherwise carry myself! Don't you worry your gorgeous little head, my darling Dandelulu~ "

@radiodaemon

He wasn't lying, just as Lucifer demanded, but he also wasn't answering the question. He seemed to be dodging it with every word. And he hated that. "Alastor, my love. We've never kept secrets from each other. For who knows how long you've been keeping this from me. Why?" Why haven't you told me about this?"

It pained him to know his lover was hiding things from him, when they'd always been upfront with each other from the very beginning. There was a twisting, sinking feeling that whatever Alastor was hiding, it was hidden to spare him further pain. But what pain could be more agonizing than knowing the one you love is chained to someone else, their very life held in the hands of another?

Normally, he would melt at that sweet pet name, but he was to riddled with emotions pulling him in every direction to let it soothe him. Who was it he was tied to? Why had he made a deal with her in the first place?

He stepped forward, reaching a hand forward to reveal the chain wrapped around Alastor's neck. He gripped the hanging links, his hands shaking in a mix of sorrow and rage. This chain....wasn't held by any ordinary demon, not an overlord, or even any of the Sins. No, the owner held a strong power, practically equal to his own.

"I need you to tell me....Who is she that forged this chain? And what did you take from her? I can't help you unless I know!" His eyes were pleading for the truth. Yes, he was overflowing with rage, but the sadness was savagely battling against it.

[the-nexus]

There's a chain around his neck... one he keeps pulling at until it borderline makes his skin feel raw. "This... cursed THING..." He hisses, fighting with it, throwing magic at it, ANYTHING... but the bindings are there, clear as day, and currently unable to be removed. Giving up for the time being, he shifts his focus to his bed --- stares for a moment, almost as if something feels... off -- but it isn't long before he returns to his private affairs and hastens to his bookshelf to start plucking tomes and papers off of it.

"Hah! She sits there in full delusion that she's well and truly in control... but the Radio Demon is not so easily chained. Especially not when I have taken something once so near and dear to her... serves her RIGHT."

@radiodaemon

A chain. There was a fucking chain around the neck of HIS husband. His ears rang and his tiny little heart was thundering away within his chest. There was only one reason for the chain.

Alastor had made a deal with someone.

And now that very someone owned his soul until the keeper of the contract set them free. And all this time, Alastor failed to bring it up? Never once had he told Lucifer that the soul that should belong to Hell's one and only King, was chained to another.

No. Oh, no no no, this would not do. Not. One. Fucking. Bit.

"Who is SHE?" His voice resonates from under Alastor's bed, a moment later, the serpent wriggling his way out before returning to his original form. "And don't lie to me, Alastor. You know I hate when people lie to me." The tone of his voice, the hurt look in his eyes. Yes, this was a man who felt betrayed for having been kept in the dark for so long.

[the-nexus]

He's back, he's back! It only took... a week, an entire 7 days, but he's back! And at least it wasn't 7 YEARS this time, right?

... right?

It sure feels like it was.

Alastor slips his way in, right past Angel and Husker, right past Charlie, and if he's lucky, right past Lucifer. That, though, is wishful thinking; one does not become the King of Hell and gain such power by being OBLIVIOUS, but Alastor really, truly isn't in the mood for questions or concerns. His door creaks shut quietly, a barrier placed over it and the windows to bar anyone from entry, so he may angrily stew in PEACE.

@radiodaemon

He waited. And waited. Day after day, he awaited the return of his heart, but each day, his concerns swelled. He'd played off his lack of worry for the other, knowing he still had to give the illusion he cared not for the Radio Demon. It was becoming increasingly difficult the longer Alastor was gone. And every night, Lucifer retired in Alastor's room, waiting, hoping to wake to find him there. Yet, he woke each morning alone in a cold bed.

He did his best to make appearances, smiling for the others as if nothing bothered him. And in this time, he took to knowing the others better.

But his heart ached.

After an entire week, Lucifer felt it. That energy. He knew it more than well. And it was moving very quickly, retreating into Alastor's bedroom. Had Lucifer not already been in there, he'd struggle to gain entry. But beneath the bed, the King was hidden. His slithery snake form kept to the shadows where he observed.

Yes, he wished to throw himself at the other after such a long break away, but there was something not right. Why had he chosen to hide from everyone, including Lucifer, seeking not to be caught returning? He supposed observation from under the bed would provide answers....