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[alastorsteatimeritual]

Chapter 9: Lucifer's musical dream sequence

A.k.a. The 'Heathers: The Musical' chapter

Summary: Having spent days in a mostly unresponsive state Lucifer's brain is now trying to come to terms with what happened. Charlie and Angel help him fall asleep with a frequently listened to playlist and it launches our dear king into a musical sequence while his brain battles with restoring his memories.

Teaser:

The new guy won, easily, and Lucifer was, if possible, even more impressed. Only one punch had truly landed on the guy but it had unfortunately caused his nose to bleed. Once the fight was broken up and people were sent on their way, Lucifer made his way over to the new guy and handed him a handkerchief.

“Thank you.” The guy said, regarding him with some suspicion before pressing the offered cloth to his nose.

“Luce! Come on, let’s fucking go!” Vox called from across the cafeteria and Lucifer sighed, waving to him to hold on.

“You’re bowing to the swatch dogs and diet-coke heads? Pitiful.” The guy commented.

“What?” Lucifer scoffed, turning around. Seriously, the audacity of this guy! What was with the attitude?

“Clearly, you’ve got a soul. You just gotta work harder on keeping it clean. ‘We are all born

marked for evil.’” He said as if that clarified it and began walking away.

“Uhm, excuse me! Don’t just quote Beaudelaire at me and then walk away. I didn’t even catch your name.” The blonde threw back, puffing his cheeks up. The brunette halted and smirked over his shoulder in a manner that made Lucifer’s knees weak.

“I didn’t throw it.” He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his hands in the air in a mid-shrug. “But I will end the suspense. The name is Alastor. And you are?”

“Lucifer…Morningstar.” He replied.

“Well then, Lucifer Morningstar, perhaps I’ll see you around.” Alastor said before sauntering off.

Lucifer stared after him, left completely speechless. Never before had anyone moved in so swiftly and turned his world upside down. He found himself awfully fond of the way his name sounded in that voice and wondered when he would get to hear it again.

“Jesus, could you throw your panties at the guy any harder? You’re practically drooling, Luce!” Vox scoffed, getting in his face to snap him out of it.