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The radio demon hummed a jazzy tune as he prepared himself some food. He had managed to catch and kill a victim without Charlie’s knowledge, and since that was such a difficult task nowadays, he thought he should make it special. The scent of blood and flesh wafted through the kitchen as Alastor slammed the butcher's knife down onto the corpse once again, creating a new slice.
“Ugh, it smells like death in here.”
Alastor stopped dead in his tracks when the annoyingly familiar voice sounded. Lucifer stepped into the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “It’s quite early for you to be up, your majesty.” Alastor grumbled, disappointed he would no longer be alone as he cooked. The king of hell jolted, before slumping in mutual displeasure. “Oh. You .” He spat the words with malice, instinctively reaching up to try smoothing out his messy blonde locks.
There were a couple moments of tense silence as Lucifer stepped towards him, leaning over to see the subject of Alastor’s attention. His nose wrinkled in disgust when he saw the limp body. “Eww.” He whined, glancing up at Alastor’s face to be met with a sharp red stare. “You're gross for eating that stuff, y’know?” He jabbed a porcelain-colored finger at the corpse for example. “Mhm.” Alastor mumbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
More silence, the air seemed to untense after a while and Alastor had hoped this might’ve been the end of the interaction. Lucifer decided to prove that wrong. “I could tell Charlie about this.~” Alastor’s teeth gritted, his last dash of patience wearing thin. “She could come in here a-” A startled squeak replaced the king’s next words when a bloody blade was pressed to his throat, Alastor suddenly towering over him, pinning him against the counter.
“I wonder, your majesty.”
He leaned closer, the space around him crackling loudly with radio static. His voice was a low growl.
“Who would miss you…”
The cold steel of the knife pressed harder to Lucifer’s skin, while still light enough not to draw any of his own golden fluids.
“ If I killed you right now ? ”
The king could hear Alastor’s heart beating, a slightly slower rhythm than his own. He waited four beats before responding, a smug grin forming at his lips.
“You would.”
…
Alastor stepped back, his knife lowering. Lucifer watched as he returned to silently chopping up his meal, his ears lowered closer to his head. The divorcé chuckled quietly and stepped towards the doorway. “I won’t tell her, just finish up before 8, I’m gonna make pancakes.” He added, before disappearing out into the hall.
…
Alastor set down his knife, reaching a hand to his cheek and touching the skin, noticing it felt warmer than usual under his fingers. He sighed to himself, grimacing at his own stupid feelings.
Dammit, Al.
Him of all people?…