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Alastor leans onto the railing. In all his time in hell, he usually didn't fancy places like this. But Rosie had asked, and it would be rude for him to not take her up on her offer. He had even let the other women dress him up for the occasion. 

To which, Rosie curled his hair, very similar to the way it naturally was back on Earth. He wore a black button-down shirt with its sleeves rolled up his arms. He didn't like showing off his arms, but in such a high society place like this, it felt good to have people glance his way. Two of the top buttons on his shirt were popped open, showing off a brief glance of his chest fur. Over the top of the black shirt, Rosie had crafted him a sequined red vest, and with how tight the thing was, he almost believed that it was a corset more than anything else. To go along with his outfit, Alastor wore a pair of black slacks and red dress shoes. 

It wasn't a bad look. It had similarities to what he wore daily, such as the slacks and shoes, but it still had a variety on it that made the outfit look more stylish and fit for the place he was at. 

He really had to give it to Rosie for knowing what she was doing. No wonder she gets invited to these kinds of things so regularly. Even for a sinner, she had a certain eye for fashion. 

It was even said that the Queen of Hell had stopped at her place, interested in Rosie's fashion—along with other things Rosie offers, of course. He didn't pry much, but he knew there was something there. 

Alastor pushes himself off the balcony and runs a hand through his hair. His eyes glance over the night light of the Pride Ring. Even when it was supposed to be ‘nighttime’ in hell, many lights built the skyline. They were at the edge of the city, across from where that run-down hotel was. But even so close to the city, the light shone in all directions. 

Alastor turns away from the city and looks back into the ballroom. He lets out a soft sigh and takes a step forward, feeling his hand fall from the balcony railing. He wished that there was something interesting here. Why couldn't this be one of the times that something attacked? Instead, so many of the rich or popular hellborns stood around, whispering with each other. He wasn't sure what they could be talking about, but they reminded him of the wives in the white suburbs he used to deliver milk to. 

Alastor rolls his eyes and continues to walk past them as their eyes glance at him. When he looked at them, they would glance away with a blush. 

Even if he were interested in females, they wouldn't be to his taste. They were simply too weak. 

Alastor grabs hold of a wine glass from one of the servers as he crosses the room. The sinner looks down at the glass, lightly shifting the glass to have the liquid inside splash around. 

Alastor moves away from the spot he was standing in and to a wall. He leans against it, crossing an arm over his stomach and crossing his legs as he watches the crowd. So many of them were wrapped up in their own little world, not even giving anyone else a second glance.

Alastor's eyes flicker from one person to another as he raises his wine glass to his lips to take a sip. He could pick up pieces of conversations as women and men walked by. 

“I heard the King of Hell is here.” One guest whispers to another. Alastor feels his ear perk up and twist in the direction the two women were talking. 

The king of hell? Here tonight? What an interesting coincidence. To show face at a time like this. When rumors about his and Lilith's marriage were spreading every day. 

His eyes scan the crowd to see if he can find that signature large smile that all the posters in hell detected Lucifer with. Alastor taps a hand against his glass cup as a smile spreads across his face. 

Looks like he has finally found some entertainment. Maybe Rosie would know more about the gossip he just overheard. She always seemed to know about these kinds of higher-up royal dramas that sinners like him only dream about witnessing.

Hopefully she wouldn't have any stupid plans.

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I don't fall slow like I used to; I fall straight down.

You’ve stolen my air catcher that kept me safe and sound.

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Lucifer didn't want to be here. That was an understatement. Lucifer would rather get his wings ripped off by his beloved brother than be here. 

Okay, maybe not that extreme, but still, he didn't want to be here. It was the last place he wanted to go. He would much rather be curled up in bed under his comforter than be dressed up to the nines with a fake smile plastered on his face while he forced himself to talk to people. 

He could feel the anxiety bubbling in his chest, threatening to crawl up his throat. 

When had he gotten so bad at being in public like this? Has it always been this way for him? Always this anxious around large crowds? 

Lucifer rubs his forehead as he leans back onto the wall. He knew that he had to show face and keep up the image of the royal family, even through all the rumors that were currently spreading like wildfire. But it was still daunting. 

The worst part was that he wanted to be here. Dancing has always been one of his favorite pastimes, whether he was in heaven or hell. 

When the invitation appeared, he was excited. Had gotten this outfit out and dressed himself up 

But here he stood feeling like an idiot. 

Lucifer wraps his arms around himself. His eyes linger on everyone dancing together. His lips turned downwards as he watched them gracefully slide across the dance floor. Dresses spinning in the air as they moved. 

He looks down at his own outfit with a sad smile and runs a hand over his white coat that flares out in the back to have a long coattail. Like his usual white coat, the underside of this one was also red. He wore a light pink button-up shirt under the coat with a corset-like belt wrapped around his waist. He had a pair of black slack pants with golden embroidery on the edge, giving them an elegant look. He had even left his usual hat at home too. 

It was an outfit that Lilith had said she liked seeing him in. But compared to the other outfits here, it wasn't much. Elegant, yes, but not flashy like the nobles or even sinners he saw roaming around. 

Just another point against him on how he wasn't much of a king. Lilith had been right about that point at least. 

Lucifer sighs and brings his wine glass up to his lips. He wishes that he could just sink into the shadows and disappear already. But people were watching. 

He had to keep up appearances. So when meeting someone, he would lightly smile with his eyes and tip his head towards them, trying to appear polite. Hopefully it was working, and he wouldn't wake up tomorrow with another hundred headlines talking about how terrible he was. 

“Sir?” A soft voice says, pulling him out of his thoughts. He blinks a couple of times to look up at her. Momentarily Lucifer was confused; she looked familiar, but she couldn't place how. 

“I couldn't help how you've been here all alone for a while now, and well…” She pauses to glance away and then back to him. He wasn't sure if she was faking whatever this was or not. “Can I have this dance?” She asked, holding out her hand. Lucifer's eyes glance between her cold, eyeless face and back to her gloved hand. He looked out to the crowd of people that were still dancing. 

He pushed himself off the wall and tried to smile. 

“A dance with such a lovely lady?” He asked. He grabs hold of her hand and bends down to place a kiss on the back of her hand. “How could I ever refuse?” 

She laughs, making the tension in his shoulders relax. Maybe after a dance he could escape and find some other place to hide. 

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I was doing fine on my own, and there wasn’t much I lacked.

But you’ve stolen my air catcher, and I don’t know if I want it back.

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Alastor wore a tight smile as he looked at the female that he was dancing with. Of course this would be Rosie's idea of how they could find the king due to his reputation of loving dance. She has suspected that at some point he would find his way out onto one of the dance floors.

So here Alastor was sliding across the ballroom on the main floor, nose upturned, hoping that in a couple of seconds he could escape this terrible touch. His dance partner even seemed ready to run away from him. A sight he should find delicious, but in this context he wanted nothing to do with it. 

The music begins to come to an end. The red-haired male smiles politely at the female. 

“Thank you for this dance.” He says, spinning her under his arms once more before letting her go to find another dance partner. 

Alastor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He takes a step back, ready to book it from the dance circle. Looks like he wouldn't be finding the king tonight. 

He was about to fully turn away when a body bumped into his own. Alastor looks at the blonde male that knocked into his body. His eyes wander from bright red eyes down the exposed neck of the pale white skin. 

“Sorry.” The blonde says with a small awkward laugh as he turns to fully look at Alastor. The blonde rubs the back of his neck. “Even a king can stumble from time to time.” He whispered with a breathless laugh, seemingly to his own self, but it still caught Alastor's attention. The king? 

Alastor paused, sorting through the possibility. This person might not be the actual king, but it was worth finding out. With a sweep of his eyes, he looks over the dancers and then back to the king, who was also glancing around. 

Alastor holds out his hand, catching Lucifer’s attention. “Seems like you're my dance partner this time around.” He says. 

Lucifer glances Alastor over before slipping his hand into the other's hand. “Seems like it.” He says. 

Alastor pulls the blonde closer to him and places a hand on his hip. On the next upward swing of the song that was playing, Alastor begins to guide the two of them across the floor. 

Despite the earlier fumble from Lucifer, the two of them were able to easily glide across the floor. It only took them a couple of steps to fully be able to get in rhythm with each other. 

As they feel in rhythm with each other, the music behind them picks up a bit. Neither missed a step, and Alastor couldn't help but feel like they were floating. 

“I must say you are light on your feet.” Alastor says. 

“What? Did you expect me to stumble over your feet?” Lucifer says, surprising the radio demon. Not really expecting the devil to bite back at what he said. He thought he would be bored with dancing with someone of his ‘status.’ The royal family has never hidden their… let’s say ‘dislike’ of sinners. 

Lilith may have been kinder to them, but everyone knew she thought of them as something she could use for her own gain. 

On the other hand, Lucifer wasn’t known to usually mingle with sinners. He wasn’t seen in many places sinners usually visited. 

Of course, as a radio host, Alastor kept up on all of this gossip and has even added some of his own rumors to the mix that have never been disproven. 

“Your earlier stumble doesn't quite hold up to how well you dance.” Alastor says as he scans over the other male. 

He wouldn't have imagined that this was the king. He was short and even flushed in the face, perhaps from the dancing? His clothes didn't scream for attention. They were a tasteful design that had you wanting to look at all the finer details. 

‘Lucifer’ here was much different from the ‘Lucifer’ that hell portrayed. He wasn't a laughingstock and was seen as being stuck, but this Lucifer seems playful with a hint of that pridefulness. 

“Comes with centuries of practice.” Lucifer says. Alastor more so feels the blond eyes roam over him. “And partners worth keeping pace with.” 

“Is that so?” Alastor asks as he spins the two of them around as Lucifer nods. “How fascinating, but I do wonder, could you keep up with me?” 

Alastor watches as Lucifer's eyes narrow as a wide smile spreads across his face. It seems like Alastor struck the perfect nerve in the other. 

“Try me.” The blonde says. A smile of his own spreads across Alastor’s face. Their relatively slow dance seems to pick up in speed. 

The piano and guitar along with them seem to ramp up. Alastor watches Lucifer's expression smooth out as they glide across the floor. He notes how for a brief second, Lucifer completely lets Alastor lead the dance, looking relaxed and serene. It gave Alastor the time to look over the other male. 

He notes the golden cuffs of his jacket and the embroidery on his pants. He even had small rose gold apple collar pins with a golden chain connecting the two of them. 

It was almost funny how the devil theme seemed to include much apple imagery in Hell. But it was one of the reasons why he fell, wasn't it? It made sense for such a prideful man to embrace the thing that made him fall. 

A few strands of Lucifer's blonde hair fell onto his forehead. Making the elegant angel look as if he's coming undone at the seams. 

He was elegant and breathtaking. Alastor's pride swells in his chest at being able to dance with the devil and have him look so relaxed, like he wasn't putting a single thought into having to keep up. 

Lucifer's eyes blink up at him. As their eyes connected, it felt like he was sucking all the air out of his lungs. Those eyes practically sparkle. 

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

Alastor's eyes narrow at him. Why was the devil so pretty? Handsome? He wasn't even sure at this point. He couldn't compare his beauty to anything else that he had seen. Under the bright warm lights, he appeared magical. 

“Just deception.” Alastor says, pulling his eyes away from the blonde to look at the room around him. 

The first thing that Alastor noticed was Rosie on the sidelines. She was watching the two of them dance. She had a fan placed over her mouth, but he could sense the smile she was trying to hide. 

The second thing he noticed was that multiple people were glancing at the two of them. Not many were dancing now, and it seems like many were more entertained to see them glide across the floor. 

He had been so caught up in looking at the blonde that he hadn't even noticed the audience that they had gathered. And it seemed like the attention rolled off of Lucifer's shoulder. 

Alastor wasn't too used to having so many eyes on him. He was used to hiding behind the radio and being known for his voice. But compared to Lucifer, who always had eyes on him no matter where he went.

He smiles, pulling the blonde in closer to him, and leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Let's give them a show they won't ever forget.” Alastor says. He feels Lucifer's hand tighten around his own and nods his head. 

As their dance picked up, Alastor could hear multiple people gasping and whispering. For a second Alastor lets himself sink into himself. He hadn't had a dance partner so good since he had been on Earth. 

He was enjoying this… Alastor realized. He truly was enjoying dancing with the devil. He could almost laugh. His mother had always told him to not go “dancing with the devil,” but here he was doing that exact thing. 

Lucifer's eyes flicker back up at him, and for a moment he wanted to know what the other was thinking. Was he enjoying this as much as he was? 

He was about to open his mouth to ask him just that when another dancer bumped into him. 

“Oops.” The drunk dancer apologized. 

Alastor's hand tightens around Lucifer as he grinds his teeth together. He wanted to rip whoever that was up into small tiny bites. Maybe he would be the meat for his next dish. 

Alastor was fickle with touch; even dancing with Lucifer was starting to drain that, no matter the enjoyment he was getting from it. His eyes glance around the room, seeing if there was any way he could escape, now done with the event. 

Alastor glances down at Lucifer, noticing how those red eyes stare up at him. His left eyebrow was raised as he scanned Alastor's face. 

A smile tugs at the blonde lips as he leans forward, closer into Alastor's space, making him almost pull away till the blonde speaks. 

“Why don't you go somewhere that's less suffocating?” He suggested. Lucifer didn't give him time to answer. Using the momentum that they had built up as they danced, Lucifer dragged them out of the dancing. At the edge, Alastor lets his hand fall away from the shorter blonde. 

He squeezes his hand and begins to pull him through the crowd. Down a hall they went, twisting and turning till they were outside. 

Lucifer drags him through the garden and over to a stone bench. Not many places in the Pride Ring looked like this. A large tree hung over the bench, making the atmosphere feel romantic. 

They both slowed down as they grew closer to the seated area. Lucifer drops his hand and turns around to look at him with a smile. Alastor took the time to look around the garden. 

Hell's moon shines through the branches of the pink tree. Bugs that he could identify but seem very similar to fireflies roam through the sky, adding another source of light to the rather dark garden. 

Lucifer sat down first on the stone bench. His ankles overlapped each other, and his hands sat in his lap, intertwined. 

If Alastor hadn't known this was the king, he would have assumed that it was some other sinner or hellborn with a passing glance. Nothing truly stood out about him till you actually stopped and stared for a minute. 

Lucifer's white, pale skin soaked up the moonlight, giving him a tint of blue. The gold on his suit softly reflected the light, making it seem like he glowed. His perfectly in-place blonde hair lightly moved as a soft breeze roamed over the garden. 

Alastor feels his feet move to get closer to the other. His eyes were caught by the beauty in front of him. He carefully sits down, not managing to take his eyes off of Lucifer. 

The blonde covers his mouth and lets out a small laugh. “You never did tell me your name.” The devil spoke. 

Alastor blinks, startled, out into the garden. He hadn't asked who Lucifer was either, but from everything he had witnessed up to now and even Lucifer calling himself ‘king,’ it could only be said that he was the true Lucifer. 

“Alastor. Alastor Heartfelt.” He replied, placing a hand over his chest. “It's nice to meet you, Morningstar.” 

“The famous radio demon.” Lucifer whistles into the air. He leans back onto one arm and continues to look at him. And after a moment, Lucifer moves forward and leans into Alastor's personal space. “You cause quite a stir in my kingdom.” 

Alastor smirks back. The dangerous pull in Lucifer's words drew him in closer. “So you've heard of me?” 

Alastor meets Lucifer's eyes. Staring at them, a warm feeling wraps around him. He wasn't sure what this feeling was, but he wanted to reach out and try to express it more. 

“More than you know.” Lucifer says, tilting his head with a soft smile. “Your voice has kept me company many nights since your arrival in hell.” 

Alastor feels himself take a deep breath. He wasn't expecting the king of hell to know who he was in this sort of way. Especially in such a way to frame it as ‘keeping him company at night.’ His pride fell through the roof. 

“Well, I hope it's to your enjoyment.” Alastor laughs lightly.

“More than you know.” Lucifer joins in with his laugh. 

Alastor pulls back from Lucifer and leans back to look up at Hell's sky. The golden portal in their sky stuck out like a sore thumb. He almost wanted to ask about it, but he didn't want to dampen a moment he was quite enjoying. 

His eyes flicker over to the clock tower that stood above all of the pride rings. Three more months. Another thing that Alastor wanted to ask about, but again he found himself unable to. 

“So just why are you here?” Lucifer suddenly asks. Turning to look at Lucifer, Alastor could see the way that his red eyes analyzed him. How much of him was Lucifer able to pick up on? 

“A friend of mine dragged me along as their plus one.” Alastor says. He looks back up at the building, eyes flickering over the windows on this side of the building. “Even as a sinner, she is known. She fits right in with the high society of Hell.” 

Speaking such things out loud gave him a new appreciation for his friend Rosie. He had always held her in high regard, but now seeing the type of people she serviced gave him a new look at her. You could place Rosie anywhere, and she would easily blend in. 

“What about you? Shouldn't a king be above waltzing with strangers at crowded parties?” Alastor teased as he looked back over to the blonde. 

Lucifer turns to look at him. The happy glow Lucifer's eyes have been shining with since their dance dims a bit. 

“Even kings crave to be an unknown stranger some night. After all, what is a king, if not a performer for his subjects?” He whispers. Alastor could feel the tone shift, how his words felt heavier, revealing a side of the King he's never heard of. 

Lucifer reaches out, his fingers barely touching against the side of his face. His eyes stay on Lucifer as he feels his sharp nails trail down his cheekbone till finally it ends at his chin. 

“And what a performance we make.” Lucifer says with a lighter laugh that Alastor had half a mind to call him out for being fake. “The scandal that would come out if people knew the King of Hell had vanished with a sinner.” 

Lucifer pulls his hand away from Alastor's face to cover his mouth as a small laugh escapes his lips. Alastor watches as Lucifer's shoulders momentarily relax. His eyes turned back to him, ready for whatever Alastor had to say. He could see how he was hanging onto every word that he spoke. 

How long has it been since the king has had a truly interesting conversation if he was so intrigued by what Alastor was saying? 

“Flattering.” Alastor says. “To be cast as the sinner who stole you away. But I can’t help but wonder, who here is really stealing?” 

“Why, Alastor, I’d say you’ve stolen far more tonight than I have.” Lucifer's response is a bit more playful this time around. 

“Have I?” Alastor says, leaning into the blonde once again. “And what could I possibly have taken from a king?” 

“Certainly my attention. An extravagant dance. Even helping me escape a room full of sycophants.” Lucifer says with a teasing smile. 

Lucifer's reply caught Alastor off guard. A sharp laugh escapes his lips. 

“You give those things freely then, my friend. Hardly theft if such a victim begs for it.” Alastor shook his head. He had been curious when he had first heard that the King of Hell was at this event, but seeing him not only made his curiosity grow. 

“Hmm… Perhaps.” Lucifer says softly. 

Why had he never heard of the kind like this? It is far more interesting to see him this playful. He wondered if Lilith had something to do with that. After all, she was the one mostly known for speaking in front of people. 

Alastor doesn't say anything right away. He lets hell's breeze run over them as he looks out at the garden, lost in his own thoughts. 

His eyes narrowed at the stone pathway in the garden. He should be curious about him. 

“If given the chance, what would you steal from me, Alastor?” Lucifer questions. Turning to look at him, Alastor noticed how his eyes looked up to the sky. 

“Perhaps I simply want your attention.” Alastor says, his eyes moving from Lucifer sitting beside him to look back up at the night sky. “Hold it for as long as I wish too. Hold it so tightly that even if I disappear in a year, you'll still be thinking of me.” 

When he looks back at Lucifer, he notices his red eyes on him. His eyebrows slightly scrunched together as his mouth was pressed into a firm line. 

“If that's what you wanted.” Lucifer says, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks. “I would give you all of my attention.” 

Neither moves from the stone bench. Alastor couldn't force himself to look away from Lucifer. Earlier while dancing, Lucifer had this elegant glow. He sparkled just as much as the room did. Out here in the garden, there was a soft intimacy behind those eyes. 

Why would someone ever look at him in such a way? 

Alastor finally tears his eyes away from Lucifer. He covers his mouth and clears his throat. 

“I should really get going.” Alastor says, looking up at the sky and back over to the building that they had previously been in. Rosie was going to have his head if he didn't return to her soon. Not to mention all the comments he would get about “sneaking off with someone.” He rather avoids that as much as possible. 

Alastor stands up and brushes his pants off with a deep sigh. 

“I had a wonderful time dancing and talking to you, but I must get going.” Alastor runs a hand through his hair and begins to walk back to the building. 

He was halfway there when he heard quick footsteps rushing towards him. Turning, the blonde male almost knocks into his chest. 

Lucifer looks up at Alastor as he breathes heavily. One hand was held against his chest as he looked up at him. 

“Take this.” Lucifer whispers, using his other hand to grab at his own, bringing it up so Lucifer could put something in his hand. 

“We'll meet again.” Lucifer whispers. “Promise.” 

Alastor's smile softens as he nods his head. “Promise.” 

The two stood there till Lucifer let go of his hand. With another, slower nod from Lucifer, he took a step back. Alastor bows and turns around, finally entering the building again. 

Looking down into his hand as he walks, he smiles seeing what Lucifer placed in his hand. 

His collar pins. 

Alastor looks up at the empty hallway with wide eyes. His head turns to look back at where he just came from. 

That silly man. Giving him such an item. He shook his head and continued forward. But even the red-haired male could hide the very real smile that marked his face as he walked back into the ballroom. 

“Rosie.” Alastor says, slipping his hands into his pants pocket, making sure that the King's gift was safe as he bent over to speak with his dear friend. 

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 I won’t fall in love with falling.

I will try to avoid those eyes.

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Lucifer stood there with bated breath as he watched Alastor walk away from him. He reaches up to brush over his collar, fingers lightly touching against his exposed neck. A blush forms on his face. 

He was most definitely an idiot for giving such an item to a sinner that he had only known for a couple of hours. But it has been hundreds of years since he actually felt butterflies in his stomach. 

The past two thousand years have been so tiring. Lilith barely touched him or looked his way. Even though he felt like he had his heart in his hand, waiting patiently for her to love him again. 

But now, it doesn't seem that terrible.

Lucifer tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. He turns back to look at the bench that they had been sitting on. 

“I guess today wasn't so bad.” He whispered to himself, his hand falling back down to his side as his other hand wraps around his waist and grabs onto his elbow.

Lucifer slowly moves closer to the bench to sit back down in it. His eyes look over the area. He took a slow, deep breath. 

He knew that he shouldn't be fascinated with the other male, but it was hard not to be. There was something about him that had always drawn Lucifer's attention, and still after meeting him, he couldn't quite figure it out. 

The blonde-haired male hand lightly runs against the cool stone bench that he was sitting on as he thinks over their interaction. 

He shouldn't let himself fall for the other. To put his heart back out there was dangerous. It could very well end with someone digging their nails into it and squeezing the life out of him. 

He didn't know how long he stayed sitting outside, but finally Lucifer rose from his seat, stretching a hand to cut through the air to summon a portal. 

Lucifer falls face first on his bed after stepping through the portal. He tries to ignore the way his heart speeds up as he drifts off to sleep with red eyes and a golden smile dancing in his dreams. 

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‘Cause I’m not sure I want to give you 

Tools that can destroy my heart

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[Narrative: Lucifer was bent over his desk working on another new design for a rubber duck. He wasn't sure what kind he was going to make. Really just going with the flow. Maybe another one for Charlie? 

Soft jazz music played from the radio that sat beside his desk. Every once in a while he would look up at it. Almost as if expecting to hear a certain dear voice echo through it. 

Lucifer wasn't lying when he said that he listened to Alastor broadcasts. Usually he didn't pay too much attention to what he was saying, just a voice in the background. But for the past couple of weeks now, Lucifer had been tuning in and absorbing what he was speaking about.

He shouldn't let himself play too much in the fantasy or even let himself carve a part of himself out to let Alastor in. They most likely wouldn't ever meet again. Let alone, Alastor probably didn't even care about him in that way.

The blonde sits back in his chair, raising his hand up into the air to stretch out his arms. As he does that, he leans back far enough to arch his back and yawn. 

How long has it been working anyway? His body felt numb. His hand felt stiff. As he stretches his body, he makes sure to give extra attention to his fingers. Bending them backwards and listening as they popped. 

He puts his hands back onto his desk with a soft sigh. His eyes look over his hands. He had his sleeves rolled up over his elbow, showing where the black burnt part of his skin turns into his white skin. He runs a hand over the area where it changed, feeling the difference in texture. Even now, looking at them, Lucifer could remember how it felt to burn as he fell from heaven. 

Lucifer's eyes glance up to look at the radio as it flickers on.]

Alastor: It's another fair night in Hell, wouldn't you agree, my dear listeners? Hopefully you are with someone, and if not, don't fear. Even the lonely hearts have their ways of keeping themselves entertained. With a song. A memory. Perhaps a voice on the radio? 

[Narrative: Lucifer finds a soft smile rising on his face. Hearing another voice that wasn't his own thoughts was amazing for his mental state.

It also helped that the way that Alastor spoke while broadcasting tickled a part of his brain. It was relaxing, and Lucifer could listen to it for hours at a time. Some days he had even found himself falling asleep to him speaking. There was just something about his voice.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to think of just what that might mean.

Alastor: Recently I received a gift from someone I would consider that I'm close to. It reminded me of an event I went to not too long ago where I had received something else. It's curious how little things find their way to you. Perhaps it's a token someone gave you. One that they might hold dear to them. Sometimes it's not even physical. Sometimes it can be a glance or a couple of words that reply in your head. 

[Sound: Glass being set down.]

Alastor: But isn't it funny how such things linger? A smile that cuts a bit too deep. Or a whisper that lingers too long. They leave long-lasting marks. A reminder of their smile or the way that they laugh. 

Alastor (darker): Or even a shared secret. I’ve seen it before, my dear listeners. From time to time such simple things become weaknesses for people. They call it love, and yet I think of it more as handing over the key to your own destruction. 

[Sound: Light laughter.]

Alastor: And what a sight it is to watch. Time after time. What once was just a gift becomes a chain and pulls them under. But even still, they let that person use your weakness as a weapon against you. 

[Narrative: Lucifer leans his elbows onto his desk and leans forward. His eyes scan across the chaotic display of paints, papers, rubber, and strings littering his desk. 

His hand reaches out, brushing a finger against a picture of Charlie he kept there. Every couple of years he tries to change out the picture to a new one of her. The remaining ones are filed into a dresser.

Even after everything he and Lilith have been through, he would admit that having Charlie has been the best gift ever. 

His eyes flicker over to the radio and pause to look back at the photo of Charlie. 

Even if she was his weakness, he would die for her over and over. For anyone that he really loved. Even now, he would die for Lilith. Just because they were divorced doesn't mean he didn't still think of her as a very close friend.]

Alastor: So the next time that someone gives you something, dear listener, ask yourself if that person might have an alternative motive for giving you such a thing and if they may use it as a weapon against you. 

[Sound: Jazz music picks up.]

Alastor: We will be right back after this small jazz break. I'm Alastor—The Radio Demon, wishing you a sinful night.

[Narrative: Lucifer smiles to himself as Alastor's voice fades out and into the jazz music he builds till it is the only thing left on the radio.

He places his elbow onto his desk and leans his cheek in his hand as his eyes flicker back to the paper on his desk. 

He finds himself swaying a bit as his eyes scan over the paper, trying to comprehend what is on the paper. Only for him to pause and pull away from his desk, looking at himself with confusion. 

He shouldn't be acting like some schoolgirl who just got done speaking with their crush. He barely even knew Alastor. They had only met once now. 

With an upturned nose, Lucifer stands up from his desk and walks out of the room.]

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

I won’t fall in love with falling.

I will try to avoid those eyes.

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

Lucifer was used to the loneliness. The hallways were quiet as he walked down them each day. He knew the sound the floor made when you stepped on it in just the wrong way and how to skillfully dodge the sound. 

He knew all of this, and yet, one voice was able to break through. Some nights, even in the dead of night, every radio in the house would flicker on. Sometimes it would be the screams of sinners that would be broadcast. While other times the voice on the other side would talk. 

It was comforting. It made the house seem less dreadful. The shadows on the walls didn't feel as heavy. It felt like there was some sort of life in it again. 

Foolish of him. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen, but listening to him made it feel as if the ground below his feet had given out. 

Lucifer never thought he would meet that voice. He never really paid any attention to it till he had actually gotten to know Alastor. After that it felt like Lucifer was tuning in to listen to him speak. 

That day still felt like a dream to the blonde. Even if he hadn't planned for it to happen, Lucifer had gotten swept off his feet. 

He left that night slightly confused but with high spirits, due to the enjoyment he had. After that was when Lucifer had actually started to pay attention to the broadcast, learning more about Alastor than what their one night together could. 

And then suddenly it was gone. 

Lucifer leans back in his chair as he runs a hand through his hair. His eyes glance over at the radio in the room. 

He shouldn't miss it. 

That's it. 

 So why did he? 

Why did everything in him hope that the radio would spark back to life and he would hear that static-filled voice once again? 

Was he too far gone? What would Lilith say if she saw how desperate he was? For what? Some overlord? 

Lucifer raises his nose at that, though. Why did he even feel this way for someone like that? Was there truly anything special about Alastor? 

His mind chose to ignore the way his brain wants to automatically answer that question with a bunch of ways that Alastor was ‘special.’ Or at least special to him. 

It shouldn't even matter. 

Lucifer wraps his arms around himself with a deep sigh. 

He should have avoided all of this. He shouldn't have gone to that celebration. He didn't even remember what it was for. If he hadn't gone, he wouldn't be in this position. Simple as that. 

He would never have met the voice that had casually kept him company during late nights. He would never have continued to tune in and actually listen to him. He would have been a voice in the background and not something that he started to seek out. 

But that wasn't the full story, was it? 

Lucifer has been lonely for so long that even the slightest bit of attention pulled him in. He craved for someone to ‘see’ him. And for a moment in time he had thought that's what he was getting from Alastor. 

But obviously that was stupid. Alastor wouldn't feel any way for Lucifer. The man barely knew him. 

And yet, that hadn’t stopped him from searching all of the Pride Ring to try and find Alastor once again. All he could have assumed is that Alastor had been killed during the last extermination. 

He couldn’t even save one person that he thought so highly of. 

Lucifer hangs his head with a sigh. Why did he do this to himself? He should have known that sooner or later everyone leaves. 

Lucifer snaps his finger, making the radio disappear from the workroom. 

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

But now I’m here to give you words as

Tools that can destroy my heart 

✧༺♥༻∞༺♥༻✧

Lucifer looked up at the large door in front of him. He swallows, anxiety building. He had agreed to come to Charlie's little hotel to check out what she was doing after she had invited him over. But being here, he could feel his heart pounding. He hadn’t seen her in so long. 

Taking a deep breath, he tries to steady himself as he pushes open the door. 

“Charlie!” Lucifer says happily, throwing his arms around her to pull her into a hug. He feels her lightly pat his back, making him pull away. He smiles at her as he looks over his little girl. She had grown so much since the last time that he had seen her. 

“My, my, the king of hell standing in my lobby. Should I roll out the carpet?” A voice spoke, making Lucifer's eyes widen. He knew that voice. He sucks in a breath and turns to look at the red-haired male. The same male that haunted his dreams. 

Turning, Lucifer's eyes flicker over Alastor's body, pausing as he sees the collar pins he had given him sit on his collar. Seeing it again and that Alastor still wore it stole his breath away. 

“Alastor!” Charlie says with a wide smile. Lucifer watches as she moves over to be beside him. Lucifer glances between the two of them. “This is my dad, Lucifer.” She looked back over to him before she spoke again. “And this is Alastor.” 

“I know.” The two of them say in union. Lucifer's voice sounded a lot softer than Alastor's. It made him second-guess himself. Of course their shared night together wouldn’t mean anything to him. 

“I thought you were a dead sinner.” Lucifer says, narrowing his eyes at the other. Making his voice sound stiffer as he addressed the radio demon, who bellowed with laughter at his remark. 

“And I thought kings such as you didn’t bother themselves with the likes of people like me.” Alastor asked, and Lucifer had to watch as the smile on his face grew and his eyes narrowed at him. As if daring Lucifer to say something out of line. 

“Yet, kings always notice their missing pieces,” Lucifer says. The sharpness behind their words reminded him of the start of the dance that they had shared. “You are the radio demon after all.” 

If a performance was what Alastor wanted to give them, then so be it. He wouldn’t hold back his biting words, and he surely hoped that Alastor wouldn’t either. 

Alastor hums and eyes his own nails. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t be leaving them lying around, your highness.” 

Lucifer could hear someone in the background whistle, drawing his attention away from the red-haired male and to the others in the room. He had forgotten exactly what he was supposed to be doing here. He looks over at his daughter as she glances between the two of them. Lucifer could see as her smile faltered. The smile that had covered his face falters as he looks at her. 

“Why don’t you show me the others here?” Lucifer spoke softer than how he had been speaking to Alastor. 

Charlie tries to smile. “And then we can show you around so you can get an idea of what we are trying to do here.” 

Lucifer nods. He glances over at Alastor once more before letting himself be dragged over to the others in the room, where he was once again introduced. Charlie went down the line of people before introducing him to her girlfriend. It made his heart swell seeing the two of them. He was curious if Charlie knew about… Lucifer shakes his head and follows after Charlie as they make their way around the first floor. 

“I guess we should start with the library then.” Charlie seems to have more happiness now that he and Alastor aren't at each other's throats. 

Lucifer places his arms behind his back as he grips onto his cane and follows after her. He lets his eyes scan the building. He had half a mind to snap his fingers to make the building look better, but he didn't want to ruin or make Charlie upset from getting rid of all her hard work. 

“I want to fill more of the library with books so sinners could come in here to read, relax, or even learn something new.” Charlie says, turning to look around at her father. 

“I'm certain that given the right sinner, they would appreciate something like that.” Lucifer says as he tries to smile. Instead he finds himself biting his bottom lip as worry laces in his heart. He hopes that no one tries to use her kindness against her. 

“Is that what you really think, your highness? You looked worried. Do you not think your dear daughter can achieve her dreams?” Alastor says behind the two of them. Lucifer jerks over to look at him and narrows his eyes. 

“No. I believe she can do what I couldn't.” Lucifer moves his hand from behind his back. He points the top of his cane at Alastor's chest. His cane lightly touched against the chain that was attached to the collar pins. “I'm more worried that a sinner like you will take advantage of it.” 

Lucifer pulls his cane away from the other and sits it back on the ground. His hand wraps around the top of the cane. 

Alastor places a hand on his chest, his eyes glued to him.

“I would never do such a thing.” Alastor says. He lets his hand fall away from his chest and brushes past Lucifer. 

“Promise.” He whispered. 

Lucifer's eyes widen as he turns around to let his eyes follow after Alastor as he walks out of the library. 

Beside him, Charlie let out a soft laugh. 

“Sorry. He can be difficult.” She says, rubbing the back of her neck. 

Lucifer shakes his head. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replied, moving forward and onto the next thing Charlie wanted to show him. 

The tour of the hotel goes on like that. When Alastor was around, he would be throwing daggers in the form of words at him. Twisting them deeper and deeper. As if mocking him for how he knew Lucifer had been longing after him so much. 

Lucifer in turn felt like he had to throw his own back. It felt natural for him to do so, which surprised him. He knew that the last time that they saw each other it had been similar. A lot softer, not aimed to hurt, but even now Lucifer felt okay with it. 

Was this Alastor's way of seeking out Lucifer's attention, like he had once said he wanted to steal? It was almost cute. 

The three of them ended up standing on one of the side balconies, overlooking the Pride Ring. He took a deep breath, breathing in Hell's oxygen, feeling as if it burned as he did. As an angel, his body wasn't fully suited for hell. 

“NIFFTY!” The three heard one of the hotel members yell from downstairs. Lucifer could see the panic rise on Charlie's face. 

“Go take care of that. Alastor can show me the rest.” Lucifer says, glancing over at the other male. It would also give them some time to talk. Lucifer had many questions. Did it even really matter though? 

Charlie glances between the two of them. He could see how worried the suggestion made her, no doubt from the earlier way the two of them interacted. 

“I got this, Charlie.” Alastor places a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine. “Someone as small as him shouldn't be hard to deal with.” 

Charlie hesitates as another yell from downstairs echoes. She bites her bottom lip and nods her head. 

“Please don't try to kill each other.” She says and turns off to run back downstairs to see what had happened, leaving the two of them alone. 

Alastor's hand slips off of Lucifer's shoulder as he takes a step back. The silence between them felt deadening already. There had been so much build up want on Lucifer's end, and he wasn't even sure if Alastor felt the same way. 

Lucifer crosses his arms, his head turning to look at Alastor. Only to be surprised that the other was already looking at him. 

The two of them stood there quietly, not daring to say anything as a soft breeze blew. 

“I can tell you have questions.” Alastor finally speaks, breaking the silence between them. “Go ahead and ask while we have the time.” His eyes jerked away from Lucifer's to look at the balcony door and then back at him. 

Lucifer looks at Alastor before moving in closer to him. He places a hand onto Alastor's chest, watching to see if he pulls away. When he doesn't, Lucifer's hand slides up Alastor's chest and grabs onto Alastor's collar. His finger brushed over the apple pin on his red suit. The blonde doesn't look at Alastor as he speaks again. 

“Why did you leave?” Lucifer finally whispers. Letting the words tremble off of his lips. 

Alastor reaches, placing a hand on Lucifer's lower back. Through the layers of clothes, Lucifer could feel the way that Alastor's thumb moved in a circle. 

“A certain other royal didn't like it very much that their ex-husband had marked another sinner.” Alastor says, trying to make the statement seem casual as if it were any other day for him, but Lucifer noticed how guarded the red-haired male looked. 

Lucifer's eyes widen as a blush rises to his face. His hand clenches around the collar of his shirt. His eyes scan over Alastor's face.

“I'm sorry.” Lucifer says. “You shouldn't have had to be a target of Liliths.” He rambles, feeling anxiety rise in his throat. Look at him, gone and done it again. Putting people in unnecessary danger. 

Lucifer pulls a hand away from the other's collar and tries to take a step back. 

Alastor's free hand reaches up to grab hold of his head. His hand around his back grips more onto his coat. 

“Don't be.” Alastor says, pulling Lucifer's hip closer to him. “I would do it all again.” 

Lucifer gasped. His heart rate speeds up. He places a hand onto Alastor's shoulder as Alastor leans over him, almost making him bend backwards. 

“I made a promise, and I don't intend on breaking it, my highness.” Alastor growls. Lucifer feels a blush rise on his face. He wanted to pull away, but with how tightly Alastor was holding him to him, Lucifer would have to use magic to get away. 

And did he truly want to anyways?

He liked how Alastor's body filled him with warmth. The way his larger hand spread across his lower back. The intense look that was leveled at him from Alastor. He liked having the other male's entire attention be only on him. 

“You would risk Lilith’s rage all over again just to stand here with me?” Lucifer says breathlessly. “You don't know what you are playing with.” 

“Careful, Lucifer.” Alastor says. “You might find that I bite harder than you bargained for.” His hand wrapped around Lucifer's wrist tightens, his eyes narrowing as he looks at him. 

“Good.” Lucifer says, leaning into Alastor's body as a light feeling washes over him. A smile starts to grow on his face. “I would hate for this to be dull.” 

Lucifer looks up at Alastor. From an outside perspective, he was sure the two of them wore the same matching smile. 

“Well then, let's see if you have improved since last time.” Alastor says, pulling Lucifer's hand that he was still holding onto into a more formal dance hold. He intertwined their hands. A large smile radiated on his face, and Lucifer couldn't help the butterflies that exploded in his stomach. 

He feels a smile grow on his face as he slips his hand into Alastor. 

Was it wrong to trust a sinner like Alastor? Yes. 

Did he truly care, though? Not one bit. As long as his eyes stayed on him, and him only. 

And he would do the same. His attention would be on Alastor for as long as he was willing to steal it. He wouldn't dare to look anyone else's way. 

Lucifer slips his hand further up onto Alastor's shoulder. 

“Try to keep up with me this time.” Lucifer says as a breeze brushes by the two of them. From Alastor's cane, a soft jazz tune begins to play. 

Alastor takes the lead, and Lucifer follows caressingly. He didn't care who saw them. He was going to enjoy this moment. 

With a spin, Lucifer tilts his head back with a laugh. Looking at Alastor, noting how he seems to shine.