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Lucifer hates Alastor.
It’s common knowledge for everyone who resides in the Hazbin hotel— Just from their constant banter, to constantly trying to one up against the other to see who’s better at this and that.
Lucifer most especially hates how casually cocky Alastor is with him as if he isn’t the literal king of hell, Like hellooo? Who does he think he is? A mightier being? Pft!
And right now his hating Alastor even more, because he was in the middle of an important conversation when Alastor all of a sudden dozed off.
Lucifer didn’t notice it until he felt Alastor’s upper body fall beside him, head resting on top of the shorter male as Lucifer could make out soft static noises resembling a soft snore.
With a groan and a roll of his eyes, Lucifer gently pushes the deer’s body back to his side of the seat and huffs.
Did he seriously find the conversation that boring that he just thought of falling asleep like that?
Lucifer huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, slumping on his seat before glancing up at the taller male.
Come to think of it, Alastor looks pretty self-deprived.
Despite the obvious foundation on his face, Lucifer could tell there were eyebags underneath his sunken eyes. Lucifer isn’t exactly oblivious as he makes himself to be, He takes note of how the Overlord’s smiles are sometimes strained and almost a little tired. Not to mention the one second glimpses he has of Alastor who looks almost ready to doze off even while standing.
it wasn’t like Lucifer gave two shits, hell! He won’t care if the deer just suddenly dropped down to the floor unceremoniously from the lack of sleep.
But still, Lucifer can’t help that flicker of worry that goes through him when he sees the signs.
Alastor doesn’t seem like the type to be awake all night, unlike himself who spends the entire night overthinking and spiraling into complicated thoughts. Which makes him wonder what the deer does at night when no one else is awake to see it.
“Tsk. Silly deer.” Lucifer mumbled, getting up silently and pushing his chair back before stretching with a soft groan. “Alright! Here we go.”
———
It seems that carrying Alastor wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Despite the man’s tall physique, he does have a bony body.
Having to set him down on his own bed because apparently Alastor has a bayou in his room but lacks a bed.
“Honestly, who has a lake inside their room but not a bed?” Lucifer mumbles to himself with a scoff. Looking down at the deer sprawled up on his bed.
He’ll be fine sleeping like that… Not like Alastor would have a stiff neck and a sore back. Plus, His seen the guy twist and turn his limbs at the most inhumane way possible.
….
Lucifer grumbles.
His muttering angrily to himself as he fixes Alastor’s position, setting him down more comfortably on the bed for better sleep.
Alright, That’s enough caring for his Enemy for today.
“Wait, Hol’ up— Back up—“ Husk narrows his eyes at Lucifer disbelievingly, resting his elbow on the counter and pointing a finger at the king while his other hand held a bottle of whiskey. “Your sayin’… The radio demon, Fell asleep? Infront of ya?” He asked, for the second time by now.
Lucifer grumbles and groans, taking a sip of his own whiskey. “Yesss, for the fourth time— *He did.*” He rolls his eyes and takes another sip before raising a brow. “What’s so special about it anyway?”
Husk chuckles and smirks, gulping down the bottle. “I don’ know ‘bout you, but I think his gettin’ comfortable with you.”
“Pft— What?”
“Alastor’ doesn’t sleep much because he doesn’t feel safe ‘round anyone.”
Lucifer stops drinking mid-sip.
Blinking rapidly at Husk who remains with a knowing smirk as he so casually gulps down his third bottle. “Told ya his gettin’ comfortable.”
“Wait, so your saying that he doesn’t sleep in front of anyone at all? I’m the first?—“ Lucifer is trying to load up his brain like a computer, but it seemed to heat up.
“Alastor is Alastor, your majesty. Ya know how he is.” Husk hums and shrugs his shoulders, “It’s a surprise he felt safe enough to let his guard down with you.”
Safe.
Alastor felt safe…. With him?
The next time Alastor randomly sleeps in front of him, Lucifer thinks back to what husk said and his cheeks heat up at the thought.
Maybe… Maybe Lucifer can learn to care for the Radio demon.