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azlan-snow · 8 months ago

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With My Life(Radioapple)

Inspired by @applepartysins Guard Alastor art.

Year One

7 years ago, a sinner was sentenced to an eternal prison due to his tremendous ability upon his arrival to Hell, which caught even the King’s attention. Color Lucifer interested. So much that he decided to summon him. To the palace. When the sinner arrived, his ominous presence looming at the door, causing an unfamiliar darkness to surround the room. As the king approaches, the sinner on the other side becomes more and more impatient.

“He summons me here, and yet he takes forever to even come and answer the door.. How amusing.” He twirls his microphone cane, and the door opens slowly, revealing the slightly short man, with a smaller apple cane.

“Welcome, sinner. Follow me, please.” The sinner follows the man down twisting and turning corridors, before reaching a small meeting room.

“Who might you be, sir?” The sinner stops at a chair, waiting for his host to sit.

“The King, you idiot,” the man exclaims, a taunting tone in his voice.

“You’re the one who invited me here? I expected you to be…taller.” “Shut up and sit. I didn’t summon you here to be insulted.” They sat down in silence before the King speaks.

“I believe you are aware of your sentence, yes?”

“I am. I have taken my time to prepare my contracted souls for my prolonged absence.”

“I have an offer for you, if you’ll accept it.”

“I have the ability to refuse?”

“You do. Take your pick: serve me for 7 years or go to the eternal prison for 7 years.” The sinner ponders this decision with upmost caution, finding the pros and cons between it. A couple minutes passes in silence before the sinner speaks again.

“I will serve you for the seven years, but under some conditions and questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead.” The king’s expression was that of annoyance and curiosity, thinking the sinner had rights to make demands.

“My question is, would I be living here? If so, my condition would be to bring some of my belongings with me.”

“Of course you would be living here. And I don’t care if you bring you stuff with you, as long as you do your job.” He pauses, taking in a large breath and exhaling slowly before continuing. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes, we do.” The gentlemen shake on it, a red and green flash of magic spewing from their entwined palms.

“Excellent! I shall escort you to your room and leave you to get settled!” Lucifer’s tone changing completely startled the sinner, going from dead serious to light and fluffy. The two leave and Lucifer gives the sinner a tour, ending at the sinner’s new quarters. “I’ll leave you to get settled in. Dinner’ll be in a few hours, so be prepared….What’s your name again?”

“Alastor, my King.”

“Well, Alastor, I will see you at dinner, 7:00.”

“Of course.” With the king leaving, Alastor finally examines his room, feeling a bit out of place with somewhere that isn’t his usual resting place, the bayou and forest. The apple wallpaper, gold and red stripes on the carpet, a large closet, and more unfamiliar things. With a snap, he summons sheets for the bed and a familiar looking shadow to apply them. He summons his signature: a cursed radio, for the king to receive at dinner.

As Alastor walks the halls toward the dining room, he takes in a waft of…sugar. One of his least favorite things. He crinkles his face in disgust before walking in on the king, transporting a breakfast buffet for two onto the table. “Hey Al! You’re early! Sit down, I’ll join you in a moment.” The King’s smile of joy was the opposite of Alastor’s smile of disgust and dislike, but he sat down anyway and smelled something familiar. The King walks out with a large tray of beignets, and the sinner was on the verge of snatching them from the king’s hands, but keeps his composure and waits as the King sits down.

“Dig in!” Lucifer grabs a slice of french toast, a couple pancakes, and some beignets before beginning to eat, while Al simply grabs bacon, sausage, and beignets. As the two eat, they dictate ground rules like when Alastor has to present, places he’s permitted to enter, and when he’s allowed to leave the palace. When they finish, Lucifer presents Alastor with a gift: a royal uniform, which Alastor was surprised by.

“You’ll be wearing this for your time here. Alright?”

“I also have something for you, my King.” Alastor places the cursed radio on the table in front of the King and Lucifer examines it with curiosity.

“A radio?”

“For communication, sir. Anything the radio hears, I will. So if you need me when I am not with you, just say my name.”

“Ooh. How does that work?”

“If you look at the bottom, you’ll see.”

Lucifer picks it up and flips it over, noticing the cursed rune on the bottom. “You dabble in the dark, huh?”

“Dead and alive, sir.”

“Even on the mortal plane? Impressive.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t call me that or ‘my King’, unless we’re in front of the Sins, understand? Just call me Luci.”

“Of course, Lucifer.” The King laughs heartily, confusing the sinner as to the reason why.

“Speaking of which, I have a meeting with the other sins later, and you’ll be judged. Trust me. Even I am. Make sure you arrive before they get here or as soon as they do. They’ll have your head if you’re late. Got it?”

“Yes, Lucifer.”

“Good. Now go. The meeting’s in an hour.” Alastor gets up to leave when Lucifer calls back to him

“And take a fucking shower! You smell like shit!”

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After the red sinner showers, he stares at the suit ensemble and moves to dress himself with it, inspecting it with much intensity, making note of the red flaps, tattered bottoms of the tailcoat, golden fringes on the shoulder pads, gold buttons and buckles, black pants tailored to his figure, and a small, gold pocket watch inside the coat. He ties his hair into a fancy ponytail and exits, heading towards the meeting room per his King’s instructions. Once the King spots him, he gestures to stand by his chair and wait until the meeting starts. Once they all arrive, Lucifer enters and sits down, and is instantly asked a question.

“Who’s the boy toy?” Alastor’s casual radio static screeches loudly at the comment before returning to normal, earning him a glare from the King.

“He’s not a boy toy, He’s my personal guard and assistant,” the King defends, taking advantage of the situation.

“He lacks lust. I didn’t think anyone was capable of that.” Asmodeus stares Alastor down, shocked and confused.

“Same here with sloth,” Belphegor states, examining the redhead closely.

“He greatly embodies Wrath. I approve,” Satan exclaims proudly.

“He’s a glutton for sure. It radiates off of him like a bright light,” Bee exclaims.

“A greedy one at that,” Mammon cackles, the clown showing his boisterous side.

“What’s his name?”

“Alastor.” Alastor bows his head towards them, trying to keep his cool and not lash out.

“A pleasure to be meeting you all. Quite a pleasure.”

“Alastor, these are The Sins: Bee of Gluttony, Asmodeus of Lust, Mammon of Greed, Satan of Wrath, Bel of Sloth, and Leviathan of Envy.” The sins stare at the pair before Asmodeus bursts out in laughter.

“Luci, little brother! I’m glad you found someone to end your solitude. We were rooting for you.” The king blushes at the statement and stares down at the table, face flushed with embarrassment.

“Anyways, shall we get this meeting started?” As they discuss, Satan brings up the attacks on his Royal Majesty.

“You need protection, Lucifer. At least allow me to send guards to the palace.”

“Satan, that’s not necessary. I can protect myself. Plus, that’s Alastor’s job.”

“This sinner isn’t enough to protect you!”

“This sinner just so happens to be the strongest Overlord in Hell. I think he’s strong enough. And that’s the end of that.

“Yeah, brother. Even I’ve heard of the Radio Demon and his descent to Pride. You should trust Luci.”

“Hell no! A sinner is no match for a Sin! That alone deems him unworthy to serve him!”

The King’s wings and horns sprout, a crown of hellfire encompassing his horns, creating a corrupted pattern along his face and arms. His fingers turn to long, black claws and his eyes, black and gold. His expression stone, with an angered frown to boot.

“Please cease the arguing, for it is angering my master.” Alastor bows, maintaining his composure. They all look at each other, the king, then Alastor, then burst into roaring laughter. Lucifer looks at them in irritation before finally speaking.

“Guys. Can we move on?”

“Sorry, Luci.”

“My apologies, my King.”

After that, the conversation pivots with the King’s form returning to a resting state. An hour passes, and the meeting ends, with everyone returning to their respected rings, and the King leaving to continue his work in his workshop, creating a rubber duckie that looks and mimics Alastor, including his shadow tendrils. Alastor on the other hand, broadcast’s his radio show, with the King tuning in. Once the show ends, Al goes out, returning to his sleeping king’s side, bloodied and in pain, placing him on the bed, before falling asleep on the floor next to it.

“Goodnight, my King.”

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