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"ALASTOR, JUST LEAVE!" Lucifer screamed, horns growing from his head, tail swiping angrily across the sheets. His voice ricocheted ducks off the shelves, piling all over the floor. He watched as the commotion knocked one of his family portraits off the wall, hitting the ground with a loud smash. Shards of glass surrounded the door, portrait bending against the frame. Tears began welling up at the sight of the semi-ruined portrait of him, Lilith, and Charlie.
"S-Shit," Lucifer cursed to himself and sat up fully to look around at the mess of his room. His tears messily flowed down his face as he stepped out of bed, walking over to inspect the portrait. Of course this happened to him. All he does is fuck up anything he interacts with.
He began picking up the shards of glass. The prescience of Alastor was still strong behind the door, but Lucifer didn’t care enough anymore to do anything about the prick.
"May I come in, Lucifer?" Alastor's voice seemed soft, losing the radio feedback it usually held.
___Alastor offers to help Lucifer with his wings, but it leads to something a little bit more...sensual.