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Every year–around the same time Alastor repeated the same, long, and dreadful cycle of discomfort, pain, and just plain disgust in general, and when these annoying and for some reason– mandatory cycles came around, Alastor never really was fond of the idea of anyone in the hotel seeing him in such a state; red,hot,and sweaty from a first glance.
Alastor often wondered why he had to go through it, why him? It wasn't his fault he took the form of a stupid deer; so why did he have to go through these rut cycles? It was plainly annoying.
Lucifer had recently made his finalizations to moving in the hotel and making his room look his own with the decorative ducks and paintings and pictures of the morningstar family. One morning he went down to get some coffee before he was interrupted by his daughter who asked him the favor–or the more unfavorable task of checking up on the radio demon who seemed to have died and is now rotting in his room like the carcasses he’d eat. Charlie had noticed he hadn't been out and about like usual. And Lucifer hated to admit it but so did he–it was unnerving without the bickering around every corner; for Lucifer and everyone else. and he just couldnt say no to a cute face like Charlies.