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Their relationship was a fledgling thing—and like any new creature, it had its growing pains. So Alastor didn't do "the sex thing." Fine. Lucifer could pivot; he was prepared to treat his own libido like a relic of a past life if it meant keeping the Radio Demon’s shadow in his parlor.
For a few weeks, it was a sterile sort of bliss. No messy expectations, just a fragile, labored peace. But then the air shifted. It started with a stray touch Lucifer felt in his sleep—a thumb grazing his thigh—that felt less like an accident and more like an invasion.
One night of uncharacteristic, earth-shattering passion leaves Lucifer questioning everything he knew about his partner—only for the morning light to reveal a terrifying truth: Alastor has no memory of the night before.
Lucifer is trapped in a haunting cycle. By day, he lives with a man who recoils at a touch; by night, he is consumed by a lover who seems to be someone—or something—else entirely.