Chapter Text
Lucifer and Alastor made their way to the radio tower in the hotel, Alastor beginning his broadcast the second the clock hit 7:00 AM.
Alastor began playing some music, introducing each song before getting to a commercial break.
“So, my king, what is this plan?” Alastor asked.
“Well, I'll just chill here and drop the bomb casually, get it?” Lucifer responded, stretching in the chair, before laying his hands behind his head.
“I suppose so. Not as extravagant as I expected, since it's coming from you.” Alastor remarked, taking a sip of some black coffee he had by his desk.
“Listen, I'm not one to make things big. I'd rather just say it and move on.” Lucifer said, glancing at the drink before staring out at the hellish sky.
“That's reasonable, I suppose.” Alastor said, setting the coffee down and pressing a button nearby, putting his mic back on air.
Alastor cleared his throat, and then proceeded to talk.
“Welcome back, dear listeners! Hell is looking just as unenjoyable as always, and it seems like it'll stay that way! It's one eternal damnation!” Alastor said in his usual chipper Radio Demon voice.
“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Lucifer asked with a chuckle, even though the mic was still on.
“No, but do you want it to be, sire?” Alastor questioned back.
“I didn't say I wanted it to be, used tampon.” Lucfier joked.
“Yes, yes, I love you too, duck keeper.” Alastor said, before quickly turning off him mic and putting 1930’s Era music on for the broadcast.
‐‐--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The television demon, Vox, was listening in on Alastors broadcast, trying to get any valuable information from it. He sat at his desk, the walls covered with different cameras. A shocked expression frozen on his face.
“what.. What did that shithead say? Is he fucking the goddamn king!?” The TV yelled.
The loud noise called another one of the Vees, Valentino, into the room. “Vox? The fuck are you screaming at?” The pimp questioned.
“Alastor..-” Vox's screen glitches with rage, “is fucking Luc-i-fer.” He said.
"Oh, well I wasn't expecting that. Though I do wonder how that would look in bed..." Val spoke before his attention was stolen by the flash of light from Vox's screen.
"Val." The TV demon snapped, "I dont need you asking kinky questions about the biggest shithead in hell!"
"Sorry, babe~ Well, I've got something to do soon so bye Voxxy!" Valentino said mockingly, practically fluttering out the door.