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The radio demon, also known as Alastor among the hotel’s inhabitants, had been lounging in the main room. Taking up a side of the couch while drinking a cup of coffee as he watched all the residents do their normal shenanigans.
Niffty had been at war with the hotel’s bugs for no one knows how long, as Angel, Husk and Cherri were chatting by the newly built bar that was made alongside the remodeled hotel after the last extermination.
The extermination had taken a quite toll on the hotel so badly that it needed to be rebuilt and the people living within it suffered a few injuries that weren’t quite major. Except for one of the residents, whose life was sadly taken.
Alastor thought of the events that happened to the hotel during that day and was reminded of how he was injured and nearly killed.
The demon shook that memory of being slashed by the weapon held by earth’s first man down. He didn’t need to remember that.
Attempting to take his mind off of it, Alastor’s gaze shifted to another side of the room, landing on the hotel’s manager, Charlie with Vaggie right by her side, while Lucifer stood in front of the pair.
Charlie was speaking to her father as she seemed to be overjoyed about something, Alastor couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he found it amusing by the way she was jumping up and down in excitement.
Alastor also caught the love-struck stare of Vaggie, expression soft and smiling sweetly toward her significant other. Ah, young love. Alastor could never understand it but he was rather glad they had found each other.
Alastor’s attention then turned to the king of hell, taking notice of his change in attire.
Lucifer was no longer wearing his big coat while the shirt he was wearing had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as his top hat was absent from his head. It was a rather intriguing sight to see the king of hell look so underdressed than how he usually was.
Alastor studied the ruler’s appearance for a moment and took notice of his arms. The radio demon blinked as he wondered why they were… a gray hue that was completely different from his porcelain skin.
Alastor assumed they were gloves but upon further inspection, they were indeed just his arms. There was a small fading part that was barely covered by the rolled up sleeves on the king’s forearms that went from gray to white.
Lucifer’s hands were wrapped on the top of his apple shaped cane, fiddling his fingers upon it as he attempted to keep up with his daughter’s exhilarated rambling.
Alastor’s eyes stayed glued to Lucifer’s fingers for a moment, watching how they twiddled on the top of his staff. Alastor hummed in curiosity at the sight of the king having claws.
Then the sinner suddenly felt as if he was being watched. His eyes moved up back up to find the source of the staring, but he did not need to look any further, because similar red eyes like his own met his.
Those red eyes belonged to none other than Lucifer himself. They both exchanged a glance for a split second before Lucifer’s eyes widened then darted back to his daughter, who was still excited about something.
Alastor couldn’t tell since there was some distance between them, but his face seemed redder. Lucifer’s expression seemed tense, his eyes were still wide and his mouth was pressed into a thin line as his posture was straighter than before and the grip on his cane has hardened.
Charlie had taken notice of his change of demeanor. Alastor assumed through her body language and her worried expression, had asked if her father was okay.
Lucifer started waving one of his hands dismissively with a nervous smile on his still red face as he explained that he was fine.
Charlie and Vaggie shared a look of concern but let him be and continued the conversation.
Alastor continued to stare for a while, this time observing his face.
Alastor’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at Lucifer’s sharp jawline, to his smile, and to his eyes.
He truly looked angelic.
A warmth filled Alastor’s chest. He doesn’t recognize this feeling at all, he never felt this way before.
The sinner continued to stare as he tried to make sense of the feeling infiltrating his thoughts as his face started to heat up slightly and his heart started thumping in a rapid manner.
Alastor decided to ignore the feeling as he forced his eyes off of Lucifer, continuing to sip his drink from his cup as a way to stop himself from getting more confused at the feeling bubbling inside of him.
But at the corner of his eye, he sees Lucifer sigh in relief and shake his head slightly as the redness that had invaded his face from before had lost it’s intensity, but still there nonetheless.
Alastor will admit, it’s rather cute how the king of hell gets flustered by eye contact with a sinner like him.
How cute, indeed.