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"Throughout past and present, the bloody fingertips will always almost touch, like they're destined, like they're meant to be. Dancing to music that doesn't sound with steps that don't exist, they will twirl in the hall of nowhere. Let the curtain fall, my love, and let the rot take us both away."
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It starts with a pill and Alastor’s on-growing distaste for red wine—it is meant as a complimentary appetizer for a reason. It ends with him realizing that he should’ve known this would be a bad idea considering Vox was the one who proposed it.
But this is Hell: nobody came for anything “good” now, did they? Alastor certainly didn’t.
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Alastor knew how to deal with many things... His rival confessing to him wasn't one of them.
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02 Feb 2026
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“Not that I need to use that with you.” Alastor knit his brows, but he said nothing. Vox sank his fingers in amber liquid to fish the orange zest out. He held it between his claws to study it from different angles. “After all you’ve been so nice to tell me that a long time ago.”
He flicked it towards him.
The wet thing bounced on Alastor’s chest and fell on his lap, coiling at the base of his evident erection. [...] “You smell of oranges, don’t you?”
Alastor goes into Heat in Vee Tower and he has to deal with it and a bunch of feelings he's been trying to suppress. And Vox.
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02 Feb 2026
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"Oh yeah," Vox wheezed, laughing so hard that digital tears leaked down his screen. Even Alastor bit back a chuckle. "Since everything's a fucking Disney ripoff anyway, why not offer me your hand in marriage to save your kingdom or some shit? You don't even have to kneel at this height!"
Lucifer suddenly remembered an old story a temp Sinner at the hotel had shared. It was called the dick-in-the-can story and it meant exactly what it meant. The Sinner knew it would be a stupid endeavor, but they had decided to do it anyway. The dare wasn't even a tempting offer. It had no positive reward. It just existed. It was on the record. It was putting a hand in the cage, knowing that the animal inside was rabid, except the hand was the dick and the cage was an old Pepsi can. It was the act of doing it because why not. Why not be that one moral of the story to the dick-in-the-can fable.
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Canon divergence from both S2E5 and the S2 finale. Following the rally, Lucifer does a last-ditch effort to stop the war against Heaven by...offering his hand in marriage. To Vox. Of all people. Skip forward to post-finale, where Vox is now the lowly tech guy at the Hotel and still, somehow, the devil's spouse.