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So somehow Lucifer had ended up in Alastor’s room one night to confront him, he was just being more of an asshole than usual, he really needed to settle the issue. He was trying his damndest to get along with the prick, but eugh… Alastor did nor make it easy. Lucifer also detected some sort of strange angelic energy coming from the deer demon, and it had been a lot. Like, he was appalled that Alastor hadn’t been dead.
After a bit of fighting, both physical and verbal, they struck a deal. Alastor would remain civil in public, and Lucifer would heal him, quite simple. It’s not like the two interacted that often, but it would ease the tension his daughter could obviously detect when they were in the room together.
This one night had been… uh… last night actually. Lucifer hadn’t seen a trace of the bastard all day, but he assumed it was out of pride, and surprisingly, Lucifer didn’t blame him. He’d do the same, not that it would happen to him, but you know. Despite absolutely despising Alastor; he did feel maybe the smallest bit worried about him. A very, very, tiny bit. But it definitely wasn’t keeping him up right now in another sleepless night. No, no, that was just the normal depression stuff! Yet his brain was screaming about that damned deer. He had practically been on top of him, holding him down, claws gripping his torso from lack of consciousness and the excruciating pain from removing the angelic wound. Why did he think about it though? Why was he worried that maybe he hurt the radio demon?
This was stupid.
The scarlet light flitting through the large, tinted windows finally broke him away from his thoughts. He slithered out of bed; literally, in his snake form. After a quick snap of a finger, he looked presentable, and Lucifer made his way downstairs. Charlie called a quick staff meeting around nine in the morning, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her by forgetting!
Though, he was an entire hour early… and was there before even Charlie and her partner. Lucifer sat a bit awkwardly down in one of the comfier chairs for a solid five minutes, tapping his leg with his hand or examining his staff for no reason. The faint jazz coming from the kitchen seemed to finally catch his attention, and the smell was absolutely delightful as he got closer! The demon making it, however, was not.
Alastor snapped his head over to the king, static almost deafening him.
“Jeez, would you relax?” Lucifer snorted, throwing his hands up a bit dramatically in defense. “What’s the matter, are you scared of me, little fawn?”
“It would be wise to pipe down.” The radio demon’s attention flitted back to the knife he was using to dice various vegetables, but the malice in his voice was oddly threatening.
“Look, I’m not going to shame you for asking for help or anything that happened. If you died, Charlie would be devastated, and I mean, it wouldn’t be very kingly of me to let one of my people die while I was this close-by to help.” Lucifer leaned on shiny, new counters.
“Ah, well, what’s one more life for you? If I recall, you’ve been hiding away in your palace for every extermination and brawl that’s ever happened.” The radio demon didn’t skip a beat.
“Ok jackass, I was just trying to reason with you. Maybe I should’ve just let you die after all.” The king quipped back, a bit flustered.
“Absent kings and fathers don’t get the light end of the stick from me.” Alastor scoffed.
Lucifer snarled at him, his demonic features threatening to burst out.
“Oh sure, and you know how to be a better father?” Lucifer tried to get up in Alastor's face, but the demon merely teleported to the opposite side of the room.
He noticed the red demon’s smile change slightly, it was one of the only things he was good for; being perceptive.
“Forget it, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve.” Lucifer puffed out, rolling his eyes. “Guessing your own father was terrible like me, huh?”
Alastor stood frozen, staring at Lucifer, eyes blazing in anger.
“Aren’t we nosy today!” His demeanor shifted immediately to its mocking tone. “I suppose being locked away for so many years has made you forget basic manners.”
“Fuck off!” Lucifer ‘tutted.’
“You're the one who decided to interrupt me whilst I was cooking.” Alastor made a ‘hm’ sound.
The king felt his frustration boiling up again, but this time he decided to leave. It was embarrassing he was letting this random sinner get on his nerves so easily.
He waited out in the lobby for another fifteen minutes before his daughter and her girlfriend came downstairs, ready to start the day.
“Good morning ducklings!” Lucifer greeted the pair cheerfully.
Vaggie let out an awkward chuckle while Charlie beamed at the nickname, starting light chatter with her father.
Angel Dust, Husk, Cherri Bomb, and Nifty soon made their way down to the same area within the next ten minutes, taking their usual seats around the table. Angel was practically on top of Husk per usual, but the former overlord, for once, didn’t bother to move away.
As Alastor strode out in his cocky-ass expression, he noticed the explosive friend of Angel’s was sitting in his usual spot. Ironically, the only seat left was the couch that Lucifer had switched over to. Lucifer pretended not to care that the deer had sat next to him, but Alastor had sat oddly close to him. Soon the annoyed thoughts drifted into pure curiosity. They had been at each other's throats for weeks, and after literally just arguing, they seemed to be… tolerating each other’s presence?
Oh wait, that was right, their stupid deal. Lucifer immediately went back to being annoyed by remembering it gave Alastor more of a chance to be a fake little bitch. Luckily, though, the meeting was rather short, and everyone dispersed. Today was a day off from lessons and exercises. They had all been working very hard towards the re-opening of the hotel in a few days. They all needed some relaxation.
“Care for some jambalaya?” Alastor offered as he made his way back to the kitchen, there were surprisingly no strange undertones in his voice.
“Am I supposed to laugh or…?” Lucifer pointed at himself and then back to the other demon a few times.
“Gracious, your majesty, can one not offer someone food?” Alastor snorted.
“Oh… uh… I just thought- is there a catch?” Lucifer fiddled anxiously with his collar.
“Trust me, Lucifer, I think you would know if there was.” Alastor’s voice had a strange hint of… friendliness? Maybe?!
Lucifer wasn’t sure why he could feel goosebumps on his skin at the radio demon using his actual name. He wasn’t scared of him, but it did make him feel slightly uneasy.
Alastor seemed to realize the sudden hospitality a few moments later, and the strange sense of warmth?
“Just don’t spend too long dilly-dallying; you wouldn’t want me to have to tell Charlie her dear dad isn’t competent enough to make her dreams come true.” Alastor hastily spat at the king.
“I lost my appetite.” Lucifer brushed him off, his scowl returning.
That was a lie though.
…And the food was really good; best he’s had in a while. He thought of Alastor while he ate it.
Wait… huh?
“Fuck…” Lucifer buried his face into his hands.