#hellverse: the cure;

[hcllsbigboss]

"You have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything!" Lucifer reassured Charlie while she gave him a grateful squeeze.

And with a final warning from Vaggie. The girls left him alone in the lobby with a slam of the front doors. He had just promised he'd look after the hotel in their absence. Making sure everything ran smoothly should any new sinners show up. Luckily they already had Husk in place to greet any new folks that came in through the doors. He supposed he would just have to make sure the place remained welcoming and uplifting just as Charlie had envisioned it to be. Something that he didn't think would be all that hard. She had gotten all of that ambition and kindness from him, after all. As hard as that might be for some to believe. He was still an angel - a fallen angel, but still an angel nonetheless. Which of course set him on a different level than sinners or demons, at least in his mind it did.

There was just one little concern that he had which might make this whole thing hard for him. And that little concern happened to be an Overlord. The even one that lurked around the hotel like a living shadow. Hell, he might as well be with all those tricks he had. Lucifer wasn't at all sure what his intention was for being there still. He still suspected the sinner to want to corrupt his daughter somehow with evil schemes, likely for the purpose of fulfilling his own selfish goals. That's how most sinners worked anyway. And the reason why he was having a hard time with all of this now. Because it had failed once when he was shown how horrible they could be.

Charlie had proved some could be saved though.

He knew this and that's why he was willing to stand behind her and support the hotel. But he also believed there were still plenty of sinners who didn't care to be saved. And enjoyed being in Hell. The deprivation of it. Give those sinners enough power and that's how Overlords had come to be. Alastor was no different. Just what was he up to? Lucifer felt he had every right to be suspicious of him. Especially when bot even Charlie seemed sure as to why he had showed up out of the blue. Of all the sinners... it just so happened to be one of few that knew how to get under skin. Annoying and smug. Two of the worst traits he found in sinners. It all just rubbed him the wrong way.

Speaking of which-- Lucifer had noticed that ever since they got the new hotel up, he hadn't seen much of the Radio Demon. Which was interesting since he had decided to stay there himself, he would have expected to be seeing more of him. But the sinner had more or less kept himself holed up inside the radio tower of his. Even now when the hotel had been left in his care, there was no sign of him. No flickering of the shadows to indicate he might be listening. Not even the slightest hint of static echoing from the halls. That was unusual from what he had been subjected to since his arrival. Not that he was complaining about the quiet. It just had him all the more skeptical that he could be up to anything good.

He'd better check it out. Just to ensure the hotel remained as Charlie wanted it to be.

Approaching the door the radio tower, he didn't bother knocking. Certain that it'd be ignored even if he tried. Of course he was met with a secure lock - preventing him from getting inside. Which gave him only a couple options. He could knock and wait or he could walk away and pretend he never noticed a difference. And while the latter was tempting to him - he had to know what was going on. If anything. Lucifer has the power to knock the door down himself, but that would be throwing out this whole thing that Charlie was trying to do.

A huff left him. Guess he would for the moment, just swallow his pride and knock. And if there wasn't an answer ? Well, he'd figure that out if it came down to it. He gave the door a firm rap, not necessarily pounding on it but loud enough that it should have at least caught the demon's attention. That is if he was in there.

Planned starter @angelichooves -Alastor

Main verse- The Cure

[wisconsin2002]

"VIVZIEPOP IS FATPHOBIC!"

Omg that sounds bad! What did she do?

"SHE DRAWS LITTLE AMOUNT OF FAT PEOPLE IN HER SHOWS AND SHE DRAWS THEM WEIRD!"

.....I beg your pardon?

"She barely draws fat people and she draws them weird. And she makes fat jokes in her shows"

..... Oh good fucking lord.

"Yeah so she's fatphobi-"

No you want to know what's fatphobic? The fact this is what yall wake up to first thing in the morning and get pissed about.

The fact you can look yourself in the mirror because you don't hate your reflection and your body reminding you of the trauma of the bullying you went through when you were just a little kid. And memories replaying that shit over and over again in your head even now in your fucking 20's!

Being envious of the motherfuckers who's only problem seems to be waking up everyday on this bullshit site and bring out their imaginary picket signs out on a cartoon instead of actúal in real life issues.

Fatphobia is waking up, going places and not knowing if you have motherfuckers talking mess behind your back or if someone's gonna just randomly start touching and mocking your body and calling you a whale or meatball.

Fatphobia is being told that you have people out there who stand with you and you believing them only for those people to point the blame at cartoons and the people who make them whose livelyhood is to create silly characters, stories and jokes for people to enjoy and entertain with!

Fatphobia are the fuckers on here who use their clear biases and feelings towards a person and use your issues and your trauma as a means to disguise themselves and start a spitefull movement towards the most miniscule shit.

The fatphobic assholes who bullied me didn't even watch cartoons. They were never set an example from that. You know who did watch cartoons and was set an example from it?

I DID! And never did they lead me to be a bigot or diversity hating, body shaming mongrel.

The people who bullied me were tho. And you know what DID set that example on them? FUCKING PARENTS! Ignorant ass teachers as well that saw you get kicked and punched to the ground and didn't do shit! And the assholes who told you to ignore all of that pain!

THAT'S where it starts and THATS where it continues!

Not with Vivzie. Not with her drawings or art NOT ANY OF THIS SHIT PEOPLE ARE SO TERMINALLY ONLINE OVER!

Vivziepop doesn't opress me! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!

Her cartoons don't opress me. They don't take away or cure any of the pain and traumatic memories and shit I went through.

Looking at this motherfucker doesn't opress me.

You want to know about Fatphobia? You actually want to give a shit? I promise you don't get the answer from obsessed Vivzie hate blogs that sit around like vultures and do nothing but wait for Vivz to show any sign of imperfection to strike down on her.

You get to know about Fatphobia from actually TALKING TO PEOPLE! IN THE REAL WORLD! Not the these motherfuckers who have a fetish to game over careers for irrelevant shit people did 30+ years ago. Go to any fat friends or fat family members, fat people you trust and ask them!

I know my time would be better spent watching paint dry than asking people on here to think logically. But this is one of the few issues in the Hellverse fandom that I can actually speak up about and man I had to.

With that being said. There's issues in media about how Fat people are always reduced to being one off flanderized background characters and while I don't take issue with that as much as others do, I think it's perfectly fine for people to ask and critique for more effort to be done in that regard. But I don't believe throwing fatphobia claims at artist and demanding change is the way to do it at all.

Anyways that's all I had to say, imma go touch grass now. I suggest some yall do the same.

[hcllsbigboss]

He paused at the mention of one of his favorite dishes. Staring, genuinely pleasantly surprised that the sinner had known that or even paid any attention to that detail in the first place. He wasn't sure why of all things that was something he would decide to hang onto. Having that information didn't do anything for him, after all. It wasn't as though he could do anything with it. The more he found himself conversing with him the more surprises he kept finding.

After a moment though, his surprise faded and once again his smile returned to his features. A hand had come up to absently push through some of the stray blond locks while he gave yet another, short, nervous laugh. "Ahah, yeah... actually. I'm surprised you uh... held onto that. I do make great pancakes though!" There was no point in hiding his surprise, not when it had been so plainly obvious. But then, what emotion wasn't obvious when it came to Lucifer? He wore his emotions on his sleeve and it most definitely showed in the things that he did or the way that he carried himself. Prideful and sensitive, it was a strange mix but this was essentially the best way to describe the way that he was. Aside from being awkward, that in itself was a given. The small talk he was trying to carry on with Alastor now was a perfect example of that. Just as was the silence that followed his comment. Which had him nervously glancing around the room for a moment, as his hand dropped back to his lap. It seemed easier to do this sort of thing with everyone else that stayed at the hotel. Why was this so hard for him, now? Probably because of the animosity that existed between them before all of this mess. And the personal treatment that Alastor had received by his hand.

He appreciated the effort that he was making, even if it was just to humor him. They had gotten off on the wrong foot. From the start and after everything, he felt that they needed a chance to sort of start off again. Lucifer felt that after this whole ordeal, going backward just wasn't an option. Nor did he personally want it to go back to the way it was. Alastor had become something of an enigma for him. He was a sinner-- but he had some qualities that weren't all bad. Despite the fact that he claimed to thrive in this Hellish kingdom that Lucifer had created whenever he fell from Heaven. It was those reasons that he didn't want things to return to how they'd been. He wanted to try to understand.

"Lucifer, King of Hell - Sin of Pride and Charlie's father," He took the hand in his that was held out to him. "But, you don't have to call me by all those titles. I think I'd be fine with just Lucifer."

He flashed him a softer, genuine smile to that comment. Not realizing that he'd held onto his hand a little too long. Longer than he probably needed to. Although when he realized it, he was quick to react. Pulling his hand from his with a bit of an awkward laugh. Leave it to him to make even a wholesome moment like this socially awkward. He was not good at this sort of thing. Really, he never had been. Especially over the years that his ego had built and apologizing more genuinely became something more difficult for him to swallow. Even worse when his views on sinners had shifted as well. Then, to top it off, he'd been a shut-in for the last seven years. Yes, he was very socially awkward in moments like this.

He cleared his throat to try and break up some of the tension that may be lingering. Whether or not it did anything was left to be said. But at least he was trying his best to make something out of this whole experience. He placed his hands in his lap, where clawed fingers gently ran along his thighs a couple of times as a method to self soothe his nerves. Nerves -- was he nervous?

"Cupcakes sound wonderful, by the way! I didn't know you were so into cooking. You know, I can make a decent breakfast myself! Maybe that's something we could do... for the others, of course! Haha!" Yes. He was nervous, and it was painfully obvious, just like everything else he felt.

[hcllsbigboss]

He appreciated the effort that he was making, even if it was just to humor him. They had gotten off on the wrong foot. From the start and after everything, he felt that they needed a chance to sort of start off again. Lucifer felt that after this whole ordeal, going backward just wasn't an option. Nor did he personally want it to go back to the way it was. Alastor had become something of an enigma for him. He was a sinner-- but he had some qualities that weren't all bad. Despite the fact that he claimed to thrive in this Hellish kingdom that Lucifer had created whenever he fell from Heaven. It was those reasons that he didn't want things to return to how they'd been. He wanted to try to understand.

"Lucifer, King of Hell - Sin of Pride and Charlie's father," He took the hand in his that was held out to him. "But, you don't have to call me by all those titles. I think I'd be fine with just Lucifer."

He flashed him a softer, genuine smile to that comment. Not realizing that he'd held onto his hand a little too long. Longer than he probably needed to. Although when he realized it, he was quick to react. Pulling his hand from his with a bit of an awkward laugh. Leave it to him to make even a wholesome moment like this socially awkward. He was not good at this sort of thing. Really, he never had been. Especially over the years that his ego had built and apologizing more genuinely became something more difficult for him to swallow. Even worse when his views on sinners had shifted as well. Then, to top it off, he'd been a shut-in for the last seven years. Yes, he was very socially awkward in moments like this.

He cleared his throat to try and break up some of the tension that may be lingering. Whether or not it did anything was left to be said. But at least he was trying his best to make something out of this whole experience. He placed his hands in his lap, where clawed fingers gently ran along his thighs a couple of times as a method to self soothe his nerves. Nerves -- was he nervous?

"Cupcakes sound wonderful, by the way! I didn't know you were so into cooking. You know, I can make a decent breakfast myself! Maybe that's something we could do... for the others, of course! Haha!" Yes. He was nervous, and it was painfully obvious, just like everything else he felt.

"You... can bake?" Surprise suddenly took over his features. Seeing him cook was one thing, but the idea that he could also make baked goods was another. He didn't pin Alastor as the type to really care for such things. And yet, he was offering this to him. Was this the best way he knew to say thank you? He wondered if this was a learned habit of his or if it was just a preference. There were actually a lot of questions that suddenly were swirling around in his mind. Which only made Lucifer slowly start to realize that maybe what he wanted - was to get to know him a little better. Why? Well because they'd been quite close to each other in the last few hours. The both of them seeing more vulnerable sides of the other without really asking for it. He had seen Alastor now at his weakest point. Feral and scared of death, doing anything he could to try and cling to life. While Alastor had seen a peak of Lucifer's touch starvation and loneliness. Not something the other would have ever wanted to show off, especially with how things were before. But here they were. With these bits of information about each other. Whether they had asked for it or not - so no, it couldn't go back to the way it had been before. Their best solution was to move forward in the best way that they knew how to.

"I don't mind the idea of being... neutral. But uh.." His expression softened once more. After some of the gloom had been shaken off - or rather buried - with this distraction. His surprise with Alastor's offer. And for that he was grateful that they didn't dwell to long on the fact that he was, indeed, starved. "....I think what I'd really like to do now is start over. Maybe we could get to know each other?" It's been a long time since he had rightfully communicated with anyone - let alone the sinners. Lucifer having given up on them so long ago and then his isolation when Lilith left him didn't make things any better or easier for him. He was still adjusting to being here in the hotel even. Learning to accept the ideals of his daughter and support her along the way. He did believe she could do the things he couldn't. Believed she could reach the twisted hearts of sinners -- but it was hard for him to learn to accept that the sinners could be changed. Especially the one standing in front of him. Who had given him such a hard time from the start. But as he stated before, he was willing to try. Even if 'Alastor couldn't or didn't want to be redeemed - he had qualities that were above just that of a rabid savage thing. He still had his own set of feelings and emotions.

"I'm not picky - with desserts. Actually, I just like them sweet and fluffy."

[hcllsbigboss]

"Yeah, sure let's do that then...!" Downing another drink - because at this point he was going to need it. He pushed himself up from the bar. Doing away with the things he'd used with a wave of his own hand. After getting to his feet, he led them both back to where he'd come from. Each step feeling a little heavier than it needed to. He felt like he was almost walking into a trap or something of that nature. But that wasn't the case here. Not when he had offered himself. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was anticipating it to be. Or so he hoped. There were plenty of locations on his body to choose from, that would make things a little easier. Although he wasn't exactly sure what to expect since he didn't really KNOW much about Alastor. Not aside from the few basic things. That had been his fault, too. Not bothering to really get to know him all that much. He silently kicked himself for being so damn prideful and judgmental in the first place. Now he had put himself in a position where he had no idea of what was going to happen next. It was alright - he told himself, he was still The King of Hell and rightfully the most powerful being in all of Hell. If things took a bad turn, he was certain he'd be able to handle it. A bad turn - as if Alastor might actually try to take advantage of him somehow after he'd only just been healed. The likeliness of that just wasn't at all high. Not since he had gone to the trouble to thank him and everything. So was that really what he was worried about? He knew the answer to that thought, but he didn't bother to let it surface. Because he was going to make a point to keep this simple. Pushing the door open to his room, he left it open for Alastor to follow him in, while he crossed the floor to flick on one of the bedside lamps. It was the same room he'd brought him into before, only now it wasn't shrouded in darkness. The bed was at the center of the room, its sheets still lightly disturbed from earlier. The rest of the room was relatively clean, save for a desk on the opposite side from the door. Here there was a mess of things - paperwork and various little duckies sitting about. No doubt this had been one of his work stations since he arrived at the hotel. Lucifer busied himself with removing his white tailcoat first, pulling it from his shoulders and gingerly hanging on the back of the chair at the desk. After which, he took the time to roll up the sleeves to the button down shirt he wore beneath it. Revealing that his clawed hands - tinted black - tainted the paleness of his skin up to his elbows. Once this was done, he reached up to loosen the collar of his shirt next, pulling free the buttons and opening the shirt up down to the top of the stripped vest he wore over it. Content with this, he turned back towards him. "Okay... I'm going to let you decide how you wanna do it. Just - don't be too rough, okay?" Because then, he might like it too much.

"Ohhoho no! We wouldn't be doing it here!" Lucifer was quick to explain. Despite how awkward this all was. It didn't have to be. A little bite to... somewhere on his body should be good enough, right? He couldn't imagine what would happen if anyone came in and saw something like that. He'd never hear the end of it that was for sure. And it would probably make his whole being here look, really really bad. Seven year disappearance just to reappear and allow the hotel's staff to bleed him out? No, that didn't even sound right. Not to mention it would conflict with the whole secrecy thing that Alastor wanted to keep this under. So of course, it made sense that they would choose a different location. Somewhere more private. Somewhere that Lucifer could shed some of the layers to the white suit he wore and give up some skin to him. The whole thought of it though..

He was restless again, shifting where he sat. "No.. it would probably be better if we uh..." He cleared his throat again. Yeah, this was not getting any easier nor was it getting any better. He could handle this, he told himself. Just a bite wouldn't be too much. Just a single bite was all it would take and he could get enough to push along his healing. "...went back to my room." The last half of his thought finished slower with Lucifer giving him a strained smile. He wasn't confident in his own ability to handle this, but for reasons that he wasn't about to disclose. Instead of leaving room for the offer to sink into the awkward silence that had fallen between them. He tried again to explain this without being so scatter brained about it all. Taking a deep breath before he tried again. "If we did, we wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing or your secret being exposed or whatever - all you'd have to do is bite down and.. take some of my blood. Easy enough." Except that it wasn't.

[hcllsbigboss]

"Ohhoho no! We wouldn't be doing it here!" Lucifer was quick to explain. Despite how awkward this all was. It didn't have to be. A little bite to... somewhere on his body should be good enough, right? He couldn't imagine what would happen if anyone came in and saw something like that. He'd never hear the end of it that was for sure. And it would probably make his whole being here look, really really bad. Seven year disappearance just to reappear and allow the hotel's staff to bleed him out? No, that didn't even sound right. Not to mention it would conflict with the whole secrecy thing that Alastor wanted to keep this under. So of course, it made sense that they would choose a different location. Somewhere more private. Somewhere that Lucifer could shed some of the layers to the white suit he wore and give up some skin to him. The whole thought of it though..

He was restless again, shifting where he sat. "No.. it would probably be better if we uh..." He cleared his throat again. Yeah, this was not getting any easier nor was it getting any better. He could handle this, he told himself. Just a bite wouldn't be too much. Just a single bite was all it would take and he could get enough to push along his healing. "...went back to my room." The last half of his thought finished slower with Lucifer giving him a strained smile. He wasn't confident in his own ability to handle this, but for reasons that he wasn't about to disclose. Instead of leaving room for the offer to sink into the awkward silence that had fallen between them. He tried again to explain this without being so scatter brained about it all. Taking a deep breath before he tried again. "If we did, we wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing or your secret being exposed or whatever - all you'd have to do is bite down and.. take some of my blood. Easy enough." Except that it wasn't.

He gave a short nervous laugh to his question. It was a kind gesture and he felt that the demon might be floored to what the actual solution was. Lucifer himselfnead a little hesitant about it. But he'd gone this far, right? The advantage he had on him was that he'd at least seen him at his worst. And had been sworn to secrecy. And while he ws technically immortal, to say the next thing wouldn't put him in a compromising spot might be a lie on some level. He supposed that just depended on how good or bad it went.

"Aha ha! Unfortunately- my magic can only do so much, from the outside.." He shifted a little in his seat, red eyes darting towards the bar counter. His free hand rose to press nervously to the back of his neck. That sentence alone sounded suspicious, he knew. But it probably wasn't as bad as it sounded. At least he didn't think so, despite how anxious he seemed to spit it out.

Why?

Well because he had a slight problem.with what he was about to suggest. It wasn't something that would put his life in danger or anything of that nature. Not unless more than enough was taken from him. His body healed itself naturally on its own. Making injuries quick to recover from, unless of course he was struck with an angelic blade. That was technically the only true way he could die. Just like Adam - if struck enough with one of those blades there was no surviving it. But this? Noo no this was a different beast entirely. Because unlike the effoetless task of healing or using his angelic magic - this was something more personal.

....And he enjoyed it.

Which was the biggest issue he was facing at the moment and the reason for his hesitation. Shaking off the sudden jitters though, realizing he had yet to answer the question - he cleared his throat in an attempt to be well... less awkward.

"It's uh... I mean.. if-if you ingested angelic blood... that might speed up the process a bit. Since, well... we're self healing." And now he was a mess at the suggestion. His eyes darting towards him and then away, if only to try and keep himself from being so damn awkward about this.

Father help him if he had to explain why getting that out made him so anxious.

[hcllsbigboss]

"You... can bake?" Surprise suddenly took over his features. Seeing him cook was one thing, but the idea that he could also make baked goods was another. He didn't pin Alastor as the type to really care for such things. And yet, he was offering this to him. Was this the best way he knew to say thank you? He wondered if this was a learned habit of his or if it was just a preference. There were actually a lot of questions that suddenly were swirling around in his mind. Which only made Lucifer slowly start to realize that maybe what he wanted - was to get to know him a little better. Why? Well because they'd been quite close to each other in the last few hours. The both of them seeing more vulnerable sides of the other without really asking for it. He had seen Alastor now at his weakest point. Feral and scared of death, doing anything he could to try and cling to life. While Alastor had seen a peak of Lucifer's touch starvation and loneliness. Not something the other would have ever wanted to show off, especially with how things were before. But here they were. With these bits of information about each other. Whether they had asked for it or not - so no, it couldn't go back to the way it had been before. Their best solution was to move forward in the best way that they knew how to.

"I don't mind the idea of being... neutral. But uh.." His expression softened once more. After some of the gloom had been shaken off - or rather buried - with this distraction. His surprise with Alastor's offer. And for that he was grateful that they didn't dwell to long on the fact that he was, indeed, starved. "....I think what I'd really like to do now is start over. Maybe we could get to know each other?" It's been a long time since he had rightfully communicated with anyone - let alone the sinners. Lucifer having given up on them so long ago and then his isolation when Lilith left him didn't make things any better or easier for him. He was still adjusting to being here in the hotel even. Learning to accept the ideals of his daughter and support her along the way. He did believe she could do the things he couldn't. Believed she could reach the twisted hearts of sinners -- but it was hard for him to learn to accept that the sinners could be changed. Especially the one standing in front of him. Who had given him such a hard time from the start. But as he stated before, he was willing to try. Even if 'Alastor couldn't or didn't want to be redeemed - he had qualities that were above just that of a rabid savage thing. He still had his own set of feelings and emotions.

"I'm not picky - with desserts. Actually, I just like them sweet and fluffy."

"No..." He exhaled, raising a hand as though to wave off further interaction. For the moment he kept his head in his hands. "..you're right. I probably should have mentioned something. I just... thought I could handle it." That admission was a blow to his pride. One that had him pushing a hand through his hair. He really was a mess under all of that pride and confidence he always wore. The shining star of Pride itself - crumpled by probably the biggest hit to his ego that he could have ever taken. And he hadn't recovered from it. Hell, he hadn't even really dealt with it. Seven years, he'd spent his life shut away - ignoring everything on the outside. Doing what minimum he needed to in order to keep things going. Seven years in complete isolation. So much so that he'd even turned away servants from bothering him with anything unless it was for something important. A meeting - usually. Even then he dreaded going to them and hardly was present for them either. Stepping out of that hole he'd been in, he wasn't at all sure where his tolerance levels were. Surely, he had thought to himself - he could control himself for a simple gesture. Think again. Of course he couldn't - he was touch starved.

"I wanted to help because I saw something in you I haven't seen in a very long time. Sinners are... horrible but like you said -- they can't all be the same. Just as humans can't all be the same." He huffed. Turning towards him now, his features displaying the somberness of his mood, he went on. "I'm sorry if... I made you uncomfortable. It's been -- hard. These last few years and... hah, I haven't exactly been looking for anyone to--" He stopped himself just save from making the conversation anymore awkward than he already had. He couldn't make eye contact with him. All in spite of himself, he couldn't bring himself to look directly at him right then. His hands curling into fists on his lap, as though to help relieve some of the stress that was washing over him. Alastor didn't want things to go back to how they were. But they couldn't, could they? He'd seen a little too much of Lucifer now, been a little too intimate with him. Whether that was the intention or not. The now bruising mark on his throat was a reminder to that fact. "No... I don't... want that either." The words fell out slowly before he could stop them. It was the truth, though. But then, what did he want?

[hcllsbigboss]

"No..." He exhaled, raising a hand as though to wave off further interaction. For the moment he kept his head in his hands. "..you're right. I probably should have mentioned something. I just... thought I could handle it." That admission was a blow to his pride. One that had him pushing a hand through his hair. He really was a mess under all of that pride and confidence he always wore. The shining star of Pride itself - crumpled by probably the biggest hit to his ego that he could have ever taken. And he hadn't recovered from it. Hell, he hadn't even really dealt with it. Seven years, he'd spent his life shut away - ignoring everything on the outside. Doing what minimum he needed to in order to keep things going. Seven years in complete isolation. So much so that he'd even turned away servants from bothering him with anything unless it was for something important. A meeting - usually. Even then he dreaded going to them and hardly was present for them either. Stepping out of that hole he'd been in, he wasn't at all sure where his tolerance levels were. Surely, he had thought to himself - he could control himself for a simple gesture. Think again. Of course he couldn't - he was touch starved.

"I wanted to help because I saw something in you I haven't seen in a very long time. Sinners are... horrible but like you said -- they can't all be the same. Just as humans can't all be the same." He huffed. Turning towards him now, his features displaying the somberness of his mood, he went on. "I'm sorry if... I made you uncomfortable. It's been -- hard. These last few years and... hah, I haven't exactly been looking for anyone to--" He stopped himself just save from making the conversation anymore awkward than he already had. He couldn't make eye contact with him. All in spite of himself, he couldn't bring himself to look directly at him right then. His hands curling into fists on his lap, as though to help relieve some of the stress that was washing over him. Alastor didn't want things to go back to how they were. But they couldn't, could they? He'd seen a little too much of Lucifer now, been a little too intimate with him. Whether that was the intention or not. The now bruising mark on his throat was a reminder to that fact. "No... I don't... want that either." The words fell out slowly before he could stop them. It was the truth, though. But then, what did he want?

He released his grip on him when he stepped away. A hand moving up to press against the wound on his neck while he smeared the blood from his lip away with the other. A glare settled on him, in spite of the redness of his face still. He didn't appreciate his mocking even after he had gone to the trouble of providing him with a way to cure his ailment. Hell, he'd had died if Lucifer hadn't done what he did in order to heal his wounds. And the offering of his blood had been meant as some form of understanding. A way for Lucifer to let some of his own walls down in light of the little bit of give that Alastor had offered him. Now though he was starting to wonder if that'd been a mistake.

"You...! I...!" He started blut stumbled at first with his words. Flustered. He heaved an aggravated sigh before trying again. "...I was trying to help you! If I wanted this to be about that don't you think I would have--" It wasn't easing up and he was starting to feel a little too vulnerable. As if he'd shown too much of himself to a sinner who clearly wasn't going to change his ways.

He dropped his hand from his neck once he was certain the bleeding had stopped and instead crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself almost. The expression that washed over his features was some mix of hurt and shame. A rare expression from the Sin of Pride, but one he was capable of none the less. His ego had taken a hard blow to his words. Mostly because Lucifer felt he couldn't understand the amount of loneliness he felt. The ache in his heart and the reason why he couldn't help himself but to want to jump at the first bit of attention he was offered. There was a void he longed to fill. And it was times like this that it haunted him the most.

His gaze had averted away from him. "If you're feeling better you can go do whatever it is you do... you're welcome, for saving your life."

That was it. No snappy come back this time. No arguing or fighting with him over his smug remarks. Lucifer had surrendered. He turned away from him after that and headed over towards the desk. Wordlessly, he seated himself at it, heaving a final more defeated sigh while he leaned on it and placed his head in his hands.

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He released his grip on him when he stepped away. A hand moving up to press against the wound on his neck while he smeared the blood from his lip away with the other. A glare settled on him, in spite of the redness of his face still. He didn't appreciate his mocking even after he had gone to the trouble of providing him with a way to cure his ailment. Hell, he'd had died if Lucifer hadn't done what he did in order to heal his wounds. And the offering of his blood had been meant as some form of understanding. A way for Lucifer to let some of his own walls down in light of the little bit of give that Alastor had offered him. Now though he was starting to wonder if that'd been a mistake.

"You...! I...!" He started blut stumbled at first with his words. Flustered. He heaved an aggravated sigh before trying again. "...I was trying to help you! If I wanted this to be about that don't you think I would have--" It wasn't easing up and he was starting to feel a little too vulnerable. As if he'd shown too much of himself to a sinner who clearly wasn't going to change his ways.

He dropped his hand from his neck once he was certain the bleeding had stopped and instead crossed his arms over his chest, hugging himself almost. The expression that washed over his features was some mix of hurt and shame. A rare expression from the Sin of Pride, but one he was capable of none the less. His ego had taken a hard blow to his words. Mostly because Lucifer felt he couldn't understand the amount of loneliness he felt. The ache in his heart and the reason why he couldn't help himself but to want to jump at the first bit of attention he was offered. There was a void he longed to fill. And it was times like this that it haunted him the most.

His gaze had averted away from him. "If you're feeling better you can go do whatever it is you do... you're welcome, for saving your life."

That was it. No snappy come back this time. No arguing or fighting with him over his smug remarks. Lucifer had surrendered. He turned away from him after that and headed over towards the desk. Wordlessly, he seated himself at it, heaving a final more defeated sigh while he leaned on it and placed his head in his hands.

"S-Shit..." He huffed again quietly before biting on his own bottom lip, if only to stop anymore words or sounds from escaping him. He could stop him. Yes. Lucifer was strong and powerful enough to push the sinner away if he chose to do so and yet he remained still. Exposing his throat to him and surrendering control over the situation. And all because he couldn't help himself. Selfish as it was in his own way to allow this to continue. A desperate need to fill some void that had been ripped into his life so suddenly. Everyone in Hell had their own issues and he wasn't an exception to that. Was he taking advantage of this? In a way, yes. But at least he hadn't done anything else to indicate what the bite could and likely would do to him. In the end, he had been serious about his offer to help Alastor recover at a faster rate. After coming to some level of agreement or at least understanding - he felt it was the least that he could do. Especially with everything that had happened that put them here in the first place. But it was getting harder for him to stay level headed. The force he put onto chewing on his own lip caused that same golden blood to spill down his chin. Which only made him release it with another quiet, breathy sound. There wasn't going to be much more of this that he could take before he would have no choice but to push him away. Not if he wanted to avoid this getting very awkward very quickly.

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"S-Shit..." He huffed again quietly before biting on his own bottom lip, if only to stop anymore words or sounds from escaping him. He could stop him. Yes. Lucifer was strong and powerful enough to push the sinner away if he chose to do so and yet he remained still. Exposing his throat to him and surrendering control over the situation. And all because he couldn't help himself. Selfish as it was in his own way to allow this to continue. A desperate need to fill some void that had been ripped into his life so suddenly. Everyone in Hell had their own issues and he wasn't an exception to that. Was he taking advantage of this? In a way, yes. But at least he hadn't done anything else to indicate what the bite could and likely would do to him. In the end, he had been serious about his offer to help Alastor recover at a faster rate. After coming to some level of agreement or at least understanding - he felt it was the least that he could do. Especially with everything that had happened that put them here in the first place. But it was getting harder for him to stay level headed. The force he put onto chewing on his own lip caused that same golden blood to spill down his chin. Which only made him release it with another quiet, breathy sound. There wasn't going to be much more of this that he could take before he would have no choice but to push him away. Not if he wanted to avoid this getting very awkward very quickly.

He braced himself whenever he leaned over him. His warm through on his neck forcing a shudder to go down his back. The anticipation was already killing him. For that reason when those teeth finally did sink into his skin, Lucifer let out a short squeak of surprise. The sensation washing over him forced him to raise a hand and press it to his lips, to keep himself from making any more involuntary sounds.

The pain of his teeth deep in his flesh sent a tingling ache throughout his entire body. It might have hurt more if it weren't for the sensation of his sucking along the wound. Which in itself sent a pleasurable feeling washing over him. Together the two sensations mixed together in a tangle of pain and pleasure. And it was this feeling that Lucifer was weak to. So the longer that he stayed latched to his throat, the weaker his resolve was becoming to keep himself composed.

It felt good...

With his resolve weakening, his hand slid from his own lips and instead, he reached forward to grip onto Alastor's coat. If only to keep himself steady on his feet. The short king leaned into his larger frame, allowing him to take from him as much as he could manage. All the while, leaving Lucifer shivering to the bite, his hands gripping tightly to the fabric he had reached for. His face had gone completely flushed.

"Fuck... Alastor." He huffed the best he could, his words nothing more than a breathy exhale.

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He braced himself whenever he leaned over him. His warm through on his neck forcing a shudder to go down his back. The anticipation was already killing him. For that reason when those teeth finally did sink into his skin, Lucifer let out a short squeak of surprise. The sensation washing over him forced him to raise a hand and press it to his lips, to keep himself from making any more involuntary sounds.

The pain of his teeth deep in his flesh sent a tingling ache throughout his entire body. It might have hurt more if it weren't for the sensation of his sucking along the wound. Which in itself sent a pleasurable feeling washing over him. Together the two sensations mixed together in a tangle of pain and pleasure. And it was this feeling that Lucifer was weak to. So the longer that he stayed latched to his throat, the weaker his resolve was becoming to keep himself composed.

It felt good...

With his resolve weakening, his hand slid from his own lips and instead, he reached forward to grip onto Alastor's coat. If only to keep himself steady on his feet. The short king leaned into his larger frame, allowing him to take from him as much as he could manage. All the while, leaving Lucifer shivering to the bite, his hands gripping tightly to the fabric he had reached for. His face had gone completely flushed.

"Fuck... Alastor." He huffed the best he could, his words nothing more than a breathy exhale.

The way he was looking at him made Lucifer shift where he stood. It wasn't frightening in the sense that he was fearful of what the demon may do to harm him. Rather it bordered what he could do to him, he let him. His thoughts already heading down a dangerous road with the offer he'd given. Only half confident he would be able to handle this whole ordeal without enjoying it too much. But that look wasn't helping matters. It had Lucifer wanting to find out what he could do. Especially if he was provoked. Thoughts that would have never crossed his mind to begin with if it hadn't been for that damn dream. The reminder of how fucking lonely he'd been.

That was just sad...

He blinked out of his thoughts to the touch of his claw going along his throat. The touch and implication alone enough to have him swallowing hard. Of course he would choose there. It was probably just a way of messing with him. And while he could decline and insist that he go with one of his arms instead, there was a sick part of him that didn't want to fight it. Knowing all too well it could potentially be asking for trouble.

Get a hold of yourself, Lucifer !

With a deep breath, he sis his best to steel himself. This wasn't a big deal, he told himself. And once he got the blood he needed they could go back to the way things were. Or at least back to occupying their onw separate spaces within the hotel. He gave a nod finally to his request and reached up to tug away the collar of his shirt. It was a good thing he had thought to preemptively loosen his shirt, but he hadnt actually thought he'd choose his neck of all places.

Once he pulled the collar back some to expose the pale skin of his neck a bit more, he tilted his a little to the side. Now offering him full access to the bare skin. Red hues darted away from him, trying his best to ignore the slight flush that had dusted across his cheeks.

"Make it quick then... " He stated without looking at him. Now just waiting for the inevitable pain from the bite.

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The way he was looking at him made Lucifer shift where he stood. It wasn't frightening in the sense that he was fearful of what the demon may do to harm him. Rather it bordered what he could do to him, he let him. His thoughts already heading down a dangerous road with the offer he'd given. Only half confident he would be able to handle this whole ordeal without enjoying it too much. But that look wasn't helping matters. It had Lucifer wanting to find out what he could do. Especially if he was provoked. Thoughts that would have never crossed his mind to begin with if it hadn't been for that damn dream. The reminder of how fucking lonely he'd been.

That was just sad...

He blinked out of his thoughts to the touch of his claw going along his throat. The touch and implication alone enough to have him swallowing hard. Of course he would choose there. It was probably just a way of messing with him. And while he could decline and insist that he go with one of his arms instead, there was a sick part of him that didn't want to fight it. Knowing all too well it could potentially be asking for trouble.

Get a hold of yourself, Lucifer !

With a deep breath, he sis his best to steel himself. This wasn't a big deal, he told himself. And once he got the blood he needed they could go back to the way things were. Or at least back to occupying their onw separate spaces within the hotel. He gave a nod finally to his request and reached up to tug away the collar of his shirt. It was a good thing he had thought to preemptively loosen his shirt, but he hadnt actually thought he'd choose his neck of all places.

Once he pulled the collar back some to expose the pale skin of his neck a bit more, he tilted his a little to the side. Now offering him full access to the bare skin. Red hues darted away from him, trying his best to ignore the slight flush that had dusted across his cheeks.

"Make it quick then... " He stated without looking at him. Now just waiting for the inevitable pain from the bite.

"Yeah, sure let's do that then...!" Downing another drink - because at this point he was going to need it. He pushed himself up from the bar. Doing away with the things he'd used with a wave of his own hand. After getting to his feet, he led them both back to where he'd come from. Each step feeling a little heavier than it needed to. He felt like he was almost walking into a trap or something of that nature. But that wasn't the case here. Not when he had offered himself. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was anticipating it to be. Or so he hoped. There were plenty of locations on his body to choose from, that would make things a little easier. Although he wasn't exactly sure what to expect since he didn't really KNOW much about Alastor. Not aside from the few basic things. That had been his fault, too. Not bothering to really get to know him all that much. He silently kicked himself for being so damn prideful and judgmental in the first place. Now he had put himself in a position where he had no idea of what was going to happen next. It was alright - he told himself, he was still The King of Hell and rightfully the most powerful being in all of Hell. If things took a bad turn, he was certain he'd be able to handle it. A bad turn - as if Alastor might actually try to take advantage of him somehow after he'd only just been healed. The likeliness of that just wasn't at all high. Not since he had gone to the trouble to thank him and everything. So was that really what he was worried about? He knew the answer to that thought, but he didn't bother to let it surface. Because he was going to make a point to keep this simple. Pushing the door open to his room, he left it open for Alastor to follow him in, while he crossed the floor to flick on one of the bedside lamps. It was the same room he'd brought him into before, only now it wasn't shrouded in darkness. The bed was at the center of the room, its sheets still lightly disturbed from earlier. The rest of the room was relatively clean, save for a desk on the opposite side from the door. Here there was a mess of things - paperwork and various little duckies sitting about. No doubt this had been one of his work stations since he arrived at the hotel. Lucifer busied himself with removing his white tailcoat first, pulling it from his shoulders and gingerly hanging on the back of the chair at the desk. After which, he took the time to roll up the sleeves to the button down shirt he wore beneath it. Revealing that his clawed hands - tinted black - tainted the paleness of his skin up to his elbows. Once this was done, he reached up to loosen the collar of his shirt next, pulling free the buttons and opening the shirt up down to the top of the stripped vest he wore over it. Content with this, he turned back towards him. "Okay... I'm going to let you decide how you wanna do it. Just - don't be too rough, okay?" Because then, he might like it too much.

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He gave a short nervous laugh to his question. It was a kind gesture and he felt that the demon might be floored to what the actual solution was. Lucifer himselfnead a little hesitant about it. But he'd gone this far, right? The advantage he had on him was that he'd at least seen him at his worst. And had been sworn to secrecy. And while he ws technically immortal, to say the next thing wouldn't put him in a compromising spot might be a lie on some level. He supposed that just depended on how good or bad it went.

"Aha ha! Unfortunately- my magic can only do so much, from the outside.." He shifted a little in his seat, red eyes darting towards the bar counter. His free hand rose to press nervously to the back of his neck. That sentence alone sounded suspicious, he knew. But it probably wasn't as bad as it sounded. At least he didn't think so, despite how anxious he seemed to spit it out.

Why?

Well because he had a slight problem.with what he was about to suggest. It wasn't something that would put his life in danger or anything of that nature. Not unless more than enough was taken from him. His body healed itself naturally on its own. Making injuries quick to recover from, unless of course he was struck with an angelic blade. That was technically the only true way he could die. Just like Adam - if struck enough with one of those blades there was no surviving it. But this? Noo no this was a different beast entirely. Because unlike the effoetless task of healing or using his angelic magic - this was something more personal.

....And he enjoyed it.

Which was the biggest issue he was facing at the moment and the reason for his hesitation. Shaking off the sudden jitters though, realizing he had yet to answer the question - he cleared his throat in an attempt to be well... less awkward.

"It's uh... I mean.. if-if you ingested angelic blood... that might speed up the process a bit. Since, well... we're self healing." And now he was a mess at the suggestion. His eyes darting towards him and then away, if only to try and keep himself from being so damn awkward about this.

Father help him if he had to explain why getting that out made him so anxious.

Lucifer watched him quietly while he spoke. That saddened expression still pulling at his his brows, keeping a rather somber scowl plastered on his face. He knew that there was nothing he could do about the way sinners were. How much worse they got to be whenever they arrived here. Their black souls being twisted and corrupted, especially overtime and in a land when nobody blinked an eye at the concept of murder or stealing, just to name a couple. But there were some who had hung onto some form of intelligence beyond the debauchery. He had seen that that evening. Seen that beneath all the evil there was still some semblance of a human soul. It was crazy to think how much ones actions impacted what they became here. And then the corruption made it worse--

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his hand come to rest in his. Lucifers brows knitted together again, this time in bewilderment. Was he... trying to comfort him? Red eyes lifted back to the sinners face. Catching the gratitude he offered for creating a possibility for Hell to exist. The Apple. It had his offering to Eve that had made all of this possible. And while she didn't have to take it from him, she didn't have the ability to think better of it. Theyd all trusted him because he had been an angel.

Some angel he was.

He exhaled finally accepting the touch and not bothering to pull his hand away. "I don't know that I can - that I'll ever be able to stop hating sinners. But... maybe I can take it case by case." He offered him a wry smile. Probably the first of its kind since he had arrived at the hotel. This was his peace offering. His way of saying that he wasn't going to judge him so harshly just for being what he was. Rather, he'd give him a chance- just like Charlie had wanted. Just as what the whole purpose was for this hotel in the first place.

Sinners were a different breed. But maybe there were a few decent ones in the mix. Not that he was saying he expected Alastor to ever be on the table for redemption or anything of that nature. But perhaps his view of him had been too harsh and untrusting. Maybe there was another reason he did all that did, for the hotel. That wasn't something that he could ignore, whether he was a murderous demon or not. It still made things complicated to think about. But he was going to try.

"You know, you lost an awful lot of blood with your condition." He started back up. Deciding now was a good time for a subject change. "I could... help you gain your strength back faster, too."

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Lucifer watched him quietly while he spoke. That saddened expression still pulling at his his brows, keeping a rather somber scowl plastered on his face. He knew that there was nothing he could do about the way sinners were. How much worse they got to be whenever they arrived here. Their black souls being twisted and corrupted, especially overtime and in a land when nobody blinked an eye at the concept of murder or stealing, just to name a couple. But there were some who had hung onto some form of intelligence beyond the debauchery. He had seen that that evening. Seen that beneath all the evil there was still some semblance of a human soul. It was crazy to think how much ones actions impacted what they became here. And then the corruption made it worse--

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his hand come to rest in his. Lucifers brows knitted together again, this time in bewilderment. Was he... trying to comfort him? Red eyes lifted back to the sinners face. Catching the gratitude he offered for creating a possibility for Hell to exist. The Apple. It had his offering to Eve that had made all of this possible. And while she didn't have to take it from him, she didn't have the ability to think better of it. Theyd all trusted him because he had been an angel.

Some angel he was.

He exhaled finally accepting the touch and not bothering to pull his hand away. "I don't know that I can - that I'll ever be able to stop hating sinners. But... maybe I can take it case by case." He offered him a wry smile. Probably the first of its kind since he had arrived at the hotel. This was his peace offering. His way of saying that he wasn't going to judge him so harshly just for being what he was. Rather, he'd give him a chance- just like Charlie had wanted. Just as what the whole purpose was for this hotel in the first place.

Sinners were a different breed. But maybe there were a few decent ones in the mix. Not that he was saying he expected Alastor to ever be on the table for redemption or anything of that nature. But perhaps his view of him had been too harsh and untrusting. Maybe there was another reason he did all that did, for the hotel. That wasn't something that he could ignore, whether he was a murderous demon or not. It still made things complicated to think about. But he was going to try.

"You know, you lost an awful lot of blood with your condition." He started back up. Deciding now was a good time for a subject change. "I could... help you gain your strength back faster, too."

It did sound hard to believe. But if anything, then he could have put his trust in Charlie. Among everyone in all of Hell - she alone had a pure heart. Someone who just genuinely wanted nothing more than to help others. Even if it had come down to her coming to him and asking him to heal Alastor. He knew that she would have done it without question. And Lucifer would have done what his daughter asked, too because she meant the world to him. She was all that he had left, after all. And after nearly letting it slip away from him, he refused to make that mistake again. So of course he would have agreed. Even if he still felt ill will towards Alastor.

"I can't speak for anyone else but... I know you can always count on Charlie. She's the brightest soul to have ever existed here in Hell." He gave a short huff. Managing to finish off half of the food that'd been brought to him before he decided to pause and pour himself another drink.

"You know, I don't blame you for being skeptical. And you're right, I don't like you... or I didn't. But it wasn't just you - it's... it's all sinners." There was a pause while to downned his drink and then again, refilled his glass. "I risked so much trying to get Heaven to see... and I lost. And my repayment was living with the souls I'd condemned with my gift of free will. It was a battle I fought with for a long time.... and eventually.."

Holding a hand out for him to see his example. A small rubber duck taking form in his palm this one fitted to look like Lilith. Recognizable by the blonde hair and the red curved horns that sprouted from the top of the ducks head. Despite how silly his display seemed, Lucifer's expression was agonized. This was his way of trying to make light of the pain that ached in his heart day in and day out. All the questions be wished he could have gotten answers to. All the words he never got to say to her before she had turned and existed his study for the last time. This memory still burned bright in his heart and now in his head.

"...I had gotten all that I wanted but.. I lost it in the end." At this he curled his fingers around the duck and it burned in his palm, melting into nothing. Once it was gone, he let his hand fall back to the counter. "It was never anything personal against you. Even if you do annoy me - but i... was wrong to assume you might be like the rest of them. That's why I decided to help you."

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It did sound hard to believe. But if anything, then he could have put his trust in Charlie. Among everyone in all of Hell - she alone had a pure heart. Someone who just genuinely wanted nothing more than to help others. Even if it had come down to her coming to him and asking him to heal Alastor. He knew that she would have done it without question. And Lucifer would have done what his daughter asked, too because she meant the world to him. She was all that he had left, after all. And after nearly letting it slip away from him, he refused to make that mistake again. So of course he would have agreed. Even if he still felt ill will towards Alastor.

"I can't speak for anyone else but... I know you can always count on Charlie. She's the brightest soul to have ever existed here in Hell." He gave a short huff. Managing to finish off half of the food that'd been brought to him before he decided to pause and pour himself another drink.

"You know, I don't blame you for being skeptical. And you're right, I don't like you... or I didn't. But it wasn't just you - it's... it's all sinners." There was a pause while to downned his drink and then again, refilled his glass. "I risked so much trying to get Heaven to see... and I lost. And my repayment was living with the souls I'd condemned with my gift of free will. It was a battle I fought with for a long time.... and eventually.."

Holding a hand out for him to see his example. A small rubber duck taking form in his palm this one fitted to look like Lilith. Recognizable by the blonde hair and the red curved horns that sprouted from the top of the ducks head. Despite how silly his display seemed, Lucifer's expression was agonized. This was his way of trying to make light of the pain that ached in his heart day in and day out. All the questions be wished he could have gotten answers to. All the words he never got to say to her before she had turned and existed his study for the last time. This memory still burned bright in his heart and now in his head.

"...I had gotten all that I wanted but.. I lost it in the end." At this he curled his fingers around the duck and it burned in his palm, melting into nothing. Once it was gone, he let his hand fall back to the counter. "It was never anything personal against you. Even if you do annoy me - but i... was wrong to assume you might be like the rest of them. That's why I decided to help you."

Did it put things at odds? His eyes drifted over to the food while the thought weighed in his mind. He guessed it did in one way or another. Left to question where they stood now. Lucifer had only shown his annoyance with Alastor. And discontent for having to stay in the hotel with him here. At least up to this point. And yet he had exerted so much of his energy to make sure he didn't die. In the end, it just went to show that no matter how deep he had buried his feelings and hopes for human souls they still were there. Maybe he'd given up in trying to actively pursue his dreams, but he'd never stopped caring.

"I won't tell anyone about this." He spoke up after a long pause of silence. "But you should really learn to trust those around you a little more. You're lucky you hadn't died from that wound."

Pot calling the kettle black here he knew. But it didn't stop him from pressing on. Turning in his seat to face him fully. His brows knitted slightly just as they had been whenever he had first stumbled upon his broken form. He'd really been fortunate that Lucifer had been nosey enough to see what he was up to and why he hadn't been around. Whether he barged in unwanted or not - it had saved his life. This he knew just by the fact of how horrible the wound had been. How deep it had cut into his chest. And it had been done by an angelic blade no less. Which meant he'd have to live with that.

"I'm impressed you lasted this long, honestly. Even when I got struck with angelic weapons it took some time to heal--" Another pause."I don't think I could make the scar fade completely but, I could give you something to make it more bareable to live with."

He turned back towards the food made for him then and slowly started to pick at it. Unsure if the sinner would want anything more to do with him. But he thought to offer regardless.

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Did it put things at odds? His eyes drifted over to the food while the thought weighed in his mind. He guessed it did in one way or another. Left to question where they stood now. Lucifer had only shown his annoyance with Alastor. And discontent for having to stay in the hotel with him here. At least up to this point. And yet he had exerted so much of his energy to make sure he didn't die. In the end, it just went to show that no matter how deep he had buried his feelings and hopes for human souls they still were there. Maybe he'd given up in trying to actively pursue his dreams, but he'd never stopped caring.

"I won't tell anyone about this." He spoke up after a long pause of silence. "But you should really learn to trust those around you a little more. You're lucky you hadn't died from that wound."

Pot calling the kettle black here he knew. But it didn't stop him from pressing on. Turning in his seat to face him fully. His brows knitted slightly just as they had been whenever he had first stumbled upon his broken form. He'd really been fortunate that Lucifer had been nosey enough to see what he was up to and why he hadn't been around. Whether he barged in unwanted or not - it had saved his life. This he knew just by the fact of how horrible the wound had been. How deep it had cut into his chest. And it had been done by an angelic blade no less. Which meant he'd have to live with that.

"I'm impressed you lasted this long, honestly. Even when I got struck with angelic weapons it took some time to heal--" Another pause."I don't think I could make the scar fade completely but, I could give you something to make it more bareable to live with."

He turned back towards the food made for him then and slowly started to pick at it. Unsure if the sinner would want anything more to do with him. But he thought to offer regardless.

He sat at the bar, with his head resting on his hand. His hair a little dishelved since waking up. The drink he had in front of him was one he'd prepared himself. The bottle sitting on the counter next to him still. His mind was swimming through everything that had happened that evening. All of it leading back to the convoluted reasoning as to why he had to have that specific memory come to his mind. Truthfully, he was still pretty tired after giving a majority of his energy into healing Alastor's wound. It'd been so much worse than he had thought it was. But he didn't want to risk going back to sleep just yet. Not when he could fall back into those memories. The ones that often woke him up throughout the night - reminding him of how alone he was. How alone he'd been for the last seven years. Lucifer had been so lost in his thoughts, that he hadn't heard the sinner approaching him. Not that he would anyway - above all else it seemed to be a talent of his to move silently through the hotel. So when he addressed him, it startled him a little bit. Luckily not too much given the quiet tones of his voice at the time. But enough that Lucifer had spilled a little bit of the drink he had been holding up to his lips to take another sip. The words took a moment to process in his mind. Whether he was still too lost in his own head or just couldn't believe what he was hearing - it was hard to say. But his eyes dropped to the plate to confirm indeed, he wasn't imagining it.

"You...made food for me?" He echoed, blinking for a moment in bewilderment. As a thanks. He wasn't sure what to say to that. This wasn't something he exactly saw coming. In fact, he was certain that the sinner had slipped away to his own space once more. Content with the job that had been done. Which of course would leave Lucifer alone again. He pushed the thought out of his head. It wasn't as though he had ever thought of his company as anything other than annoying - so that shouldn't bother him. He glanced back up to Alastor and gave him a sheepish smile in return. "Uh.. thanks. You didn't have to--" Well fuck, he was bad at this. "I was just uh... doing what was right..." He cleared his throat and glanced away, setting his glass back down on the counter in front of him. For a moment he remained in silence, lightly drumming his fingers on the bar's surface. He felt like he should say more. But what? Finally though he motioned to the seat next to him with one hand. The least he could do, since he went to all this trouble. Just to thank him. Normally no, angels didn't need to eat, sleep or any of those things that were more akin to humans. But part of his fall had been that he'd been damned in such a way to require these things. While his angelic abilities remained in tact, he needed rest and food to keep up with his energy. "Why don't you... join me then?