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By the rules placed upon him, Lucifer, the ever-feared King of Hell, feels as though the term “King” is a long shot. It seems like less of a leadership role and more of an, oh I don’t know, hostage situation? Heaven’s punishment was clear, he was here to be endlessly tormented by the evil he allowed into the mortal realm. Now he was forced to be the warden of this desolate wasteland of sinners. The punchline of this fantastical joke? He was practically powerless to these inmates, can’t hit them, can’t hurt them, can’t get away from them.
Now, finding himself in the clutches of some deranged TV man (wtf is that?? A living television? Mortals are odd), he is left defenseless. Or so he thought. There may be a loophole here. A loophole he’d rather not even consider. Not in a million years!
Before we get too far into Lucifer’s runaway train of a brain and jumbled thoughts, perhaps the scene should be set.
He is in a REAL hostage situation here now. Lucifer groans with effort as he pulls at his hands, which are currently trapped in large pods of angelic metal. He would have to speak to the overlord who gave rectangle head this shit, because why would that EVER be a good idea?
Charlie is going to be so mad when she finds out about this. Mad at him, of course. If Lucifer had autonomy over his hands, his fingers would be slowly clawing their way down his face in aggravation. It was all his fault though, being so naive that he believed his daughter would invite him to some random abandoned warehouse that was seriously serial killer-y. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But it was Charlie’s voice, that sweet girl who he could never say no to. What if it was her and what if she really had needed him? Of course he would be there for her, no matter how strange the location may have been.
Lucifer looks around the dark room, squinting to try and see if there’s anything else around, the bright lights inside the contraption he’s restrained by are making it hard to see. As he’s wondering if that shadow is actually a person or just his imagination, a set of blue claws screech along the glass.
“Well, well, well. Thanks for coming… Dad.” The TV head guy appears in front of him, screen coming to life as he grins maliciously. Box, right? Or was it… Sox? Something with an X at the end he was sure.
“Heyyy…. You’re not Charlie,” He twisted his head around like he was taking in fine furnishing, “Very amusing. But, if this is a prank, it’s not very funny. You should work on that.” He gave a pained smile.
The TV demon laughed, almost maniacally. Was what he said really that funny?
“Oh! Oh, no. No. This isn’t a prank, your Highness. This is a trap. And you fell for it! It was pretty easy to guess that you’d come if it was your precious Charlie calling. So easy. Really. Are you sure you’re the King? Pathetic.” He spat out the last word as he circled the trap, sharp claws continuing to scratch the glass as he circled it like a shark sizing up their prey.
“Ahaha, yeah, I haven't heard that one before. But if you’d rather I not smite you, I suggest you let me out.” Lucifer took a deep breath and sighed. He didn’t need this from some nobody sinner. He knew, okay? What Lox was saying wasn’t wrong.
No, Lox doesn’t sound right either. He’ll get there.
“Lu! Lucy! Lucifer, my old friend. Are we not past all of that? We both know you can’t do anything to harm me or any sinner for that matter!” Dox cackled.
Well shit. How’d he find that out? No matter. It was probably that stupid bellhop.
“So, anywhooo,” Lucifer ignored the jab at his power, “Are you going to monologue about your villainous plan now? I’ve been watching plenty of telenovelas recently, I know how this shtick goes.” He grimaces, once again pulling at his hands with no avail, “You do know there’s nothing you can do to kill me, right?”
“I’m counting on that actually!” He clinks the glass with his knuckle, “You’re the main player of my plan afterall! Can’t have you dying on me.”
Lucifer made a face, watching as Dox… No… Box, no. Pox… No. VOX! Vox was this guy's name!
He watched as Vox messed with the controls at the front of the device. He flipped a couple of switches and typed a couple of commands, bringing the trap to life with a loud whirring noise. The constraints on his hands and feet came to life as well, sending tingles up his arms and legs, tickling his insides in a way that wasn’t quite painful but it wasn’t pleasurable either.
“Hey!” He squirmed as much as he could, letting out a small laugh, “W-What is this?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Vox snapped the panel he was fiddling with shut. The TV head looked over his shoulder and Lucifer finally noticed another shadow out in the distance. Using his army of wires, Vox pulled the mystery figure into the light, spinning slightly in an old office chair.
“Red guy!?” Lucifer’s jaw dropped, “What are you doing here?”
“Mm,” Alastor hummed, his tone tight and obviously annoyed, “I do just really enjoy being tied up and dragged all over the place by some idiotic, narcissistic, sociopath. Such fun.”
Vox’s brow twitched at the statement, his eyes narrowing, “Would you–”
Lucifer was quicker with his words, “Ha! I knew you were into some freaky shit! Gross.”
TV head quickly snapped his head back to Lucifer, opening his mouth to speak–
“Ha, ha! Says the sloppy ignorant little whelp who got himself captured in the most obvious trap in the history of Hell!--” Alastor shot back, ears folded back.
“SHUT UP!” Vox yelled, stepping in between them, “I own you! This is my moment! I’m about to rule over all of Hell and there's nothing anyone can do about it!”
He ran his hands down the suit he was wearing to straighten it out, “Now, I’m going to go out there and take my rightful place as the most powerful sinner in Hell. No, not the most powerful sinner. The most powerful God in Hell!”
He stalked towards the exit, looking back at his pair of captives. He brought his hand up and even more wire tightened around Alastor, trapping the rolly chair he was in to the floor.
“I’ll be back for you for your debut as my prisoner in a flash, Al.” Vox smirked, ripping open the door to the room and slamming it behind him.
There was a soft hum of radio static before silence began to stretch between them, though it didn’t have much time to settle before Lucifer spoke, “What a creep.”
Alastor didn’t grace him with a response, he just stared blankly at the other man. The way he looked at Lucifer sent a shiver down his spine. Unsettling was an understatement.
“So that scream rain, huh? Pretty brutal. Not my invention by the way, that kind of just happens. I guess it’s kind of a good idea with all the, y’know, torturing souls forever and such. It’s like–”
“Do you ever stop speaking?” The Radio Demon finally spoke up.
“Hey, I’m just trying to make conversation here. No need to be rude, asshole.” Lucifer pouted.
As they sunk back into an uncomfortable silence, the minutes passed slowly. Lucifer began to pull at his restraints again, quietly grunting as he began to sweat due to the amount of effort he was putting into this.
“That is never going to work. It’s useless to struggle. Angelic steel, remember?” Alastor mentioned, unhelpfully.
“Well, I’ve got to do something. That TV head is going to do something to hurt Charlie. I need to get out of here.” He struggled more against the chains, “Why are you just sitting there, hm, Bellhop? Aren’t you supposed to be her friend?”
“Host.” Alastor crossed one leg over his other, “And no. I have my reasons for hanging around, but friendship is not one of them. There are no friends in Hell.”
Oh if he wasn’t restricted by this trap his hands would be wrapped around that asshole’s neck so fast.
“I knew you weren’t good for her! I knew you were lying about that whole ‘daughter I spawned’ bullshit!” He yelled as he continued to writhe uncomfortably.
My, my! Touchy subject. I may not consider myself her friend but at least I have been there for her. Remind me, where have you been these past few years?” Alastor tipped his head to the side, smile widening as he teased.
“Why you– If I wasn’t trapped in this damn machine!” He could feel his fists clench so hard his nails may have drawn blood in his palms. The horns hidden behind his skin poked their way out as he felt the ever present brimstone inside him burn with rage.
“Ah, ah.” Alastor let out a sigh, “It really is no use fighting. Don’t waste your energy.” He seemed to have a stroke of a great idea, “Or do. That way you may exhaust yourself so you don’t become the weapon that kills your own daughter, all her friends, and the majority of Hell and Heaven!”
He was way too amused for any of this to be anything but trying to push Lucifer’s buttons. Or, y’know, that’s just how he actually ticks.
“You’re sick. You know that?” Once again Lucifer felt dread pool in his stomach. Face to face with one of his largest mistakes. One of many mistakes.
Alastor gave him a half lidded look and a small grin, “I’m a demon in Hell, darling. I don’t recall getting here for being kind.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes, cooling down slowly as he reasoned with the fact that there really was no good in him getting worked up. This was just awkward. Tapped here with the Radio Demon. It wasn’t all bad though, at least if Lucifer wasn’t starting it there would be no conversation.
“This predicament does have a solution, you know.” Alastor piped up, his tone chipper. Always just had to prove Lucifer wrong,huh? Even when it was just a private thought to himself.
“Oh yeah? I use my Kingly powers to break us both out of here? I’m not sure if you haven't noticed but I’m still stuck here. Would’ve done that already if I could have.” He scoffed.
Alastor shook his head, rolling back in the chair slightly to stretch his legs out in front of himself, “No, of course not. I know you may have your limitations here physically. But…” His grin widened once again, “you could put that mouth to good use.”
Lucifer recoiled immediately, face scrunching back in disgust, “WHAT??” He gagged dramatically, “Never in a million years! A billion years would I ever– I’m MARRIED, well, I think… But yeah! No! Nuh-uh. Never–”
A loud shriek of static broke his rambling, Alastor glared at him now, smile dangerous, and ears pinned to his head, “You idiot! I’m not– That’s not at all what I meant.”
He calmed himself, straightening up in his seat and leaning back, “I meant, you could use your words, Your Majesty.”
“My… words?” Lucifer’s brows crinkled in confusion. How could words get them out of this situation? He hated to admit it but Alastor would have more of a chance sweet talking the TV into letting them go. Though that seemed like a shot in the dark despite the outpouring of sexual tension between the two of them (well, at least it was oozing from Mr. television man). He wracked his brain, feeling like more and more of an idiot as the statement stood with no response. He looked at Alastor, the sly grin he still wore, his ears perked up, confident power pulsing from him despite his current situation.
And people said that Lucifer had a silver tongue. He could see how this guy might've been popular on Earth.
He’s defenseless here. He can’t hurt sinners and the only person powerful enough to take on Vox one-on-one is currently strapped to a chair in front of him. Wait… Why was the Radio Demon strapped to a chair? Why was he powerless here?
“Why don’t you do something?” He voiced his thoughts, “Why aren’t you fighting back?”
“You didn’t see it all over Hell? Vox beat me. We made a deal. I am to be his willing prisoner and in return he is not to lay his filthy hands on your precious daughter.” Alastor explained, ear flicking in what could only be impatience with Lucifer’s questions.
“You did that… For Charlie?” Lucifer felt his heart soften, damn empathy coming in at the worst times.
Alastor pondered his response for a beat, “Yes. For Charlie. I just couldn’t bear to see any harm befall her or that hotel she’s been working so hard at.”
“You’re being facetious.” Lucifer narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping back in. He remembered how Alastor “quit” after the smallest comment he’d made about the Radio Demon needing to use a coaster. There’s no way he truly had any stake in the hotel.
“Quite the contrary. I’m being earnest here.” He smirked, “Honest.”
Lucifer stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, “I can’t tell if you’re serious.”
“You really are naive, just like your daughter.” He almost looked surprised, “But that’s no matter. It’s refreshing to see such a personality in the deepest pits of Hell. Very entertaining indeed.”
“Being around Sinners was always Lilith’s game. I– I never spent much time thinking about it. So I guess, yeah, you could call me naive.” He hated mentioning her name. It brought back the memories of every time she would come by his room, asking if he’d like to come with her on her many outings. He’d always said no. Was always too afraid to see the consequences of his actions. She’d taken the fall with grace. But him? He’d fallen into a dark despair and was still trying to climb his way out with little to no luck. That’s probably why she’d left. To get away from the useless man she’d called a husband. To force him to finally take responsibility.
“You mustn’t dwell on the past, Lucifer. It’s not a very good look on a supposed King.” He looked up at the mention of his name, a word that had never been uttered by the Radio Demon before. Alastor had broken through his spiraling thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d gone quiet and hung his head down in shame.
He frowned, “I’m not.”
It was Alastor's turn to roll his eyes, “Whatever you say. We are getting away from the subject at hand. I’m asking to make a deal with you.”
Lucifer's eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he couldn’t suppress the bark of a laugh that came out of him in surprise, “A deal?? With me? A literal deal with the devil.”
Alastor’s smooth smile stayed steady on his lips, “Yes. That’s what I said.” The confidence he had speaking to the King of Hell like this was astounding. He never thought that a demon would actually try to make a deal with him.
“What exactly do you want from me?” Lucifer was genuinely curious. Obviously Alastor would be asking for power, right?
“All I ask is that you free me from my current bonds and I will be your faithful executioner. Give me the freedom to do what you cannot.” The shadows around him became darker as his eyes widened, static sounds pierced the space, his pupils mutating into what looked like old radio dials, “The power to make lesser demonkind bow before me so that I can–”
“Wooooah! Oh-Okay, Ahahaha. Yep.” Lucifer interrupted before that whole demon-y shadow thing got out of control, “I get it. You want power. You need my permission to kill other sinners.”
“I do not need anything from you.” Alastor hissed, “I am merely offering you my services. You see, I am bound by a couple previous deals that make it difficult for me to go all out. To defeat Vox and the Vees once and for all. Don’t get me wrong, I can kill sinners on my own. So you are not inciting anything that wouldn’t already happen without your say.”
Lucifer hummed, “It just doesn’t feel like there’s enough in this for me.” He considered.
“Not enough? You would be free from your cage! I could get you out of there in a instant and you could go out there and rescue your daughter! Be the hero while I dispose of that cowardly bastard.” Alastor struggled against his binds, obviously very intent on this deal going through. For once it appeared as though his smile may crack in frustration. What an odd sight that would be.
“Oh my knight in hellish armour,” Lucifer cooed sarcastically, “If I’m going to even consider this. There need to be waaaay more ground rules. Capiche?”
With flattened ears Alastor leant forward, “Speak your case.”
“Mmmkay. Sooo…” If his hands were free right now Lucifer would be tapping his chin, “I want you to do a couple more teensy tiny little things for me.” He grinned, pausing to take in the annoyed face in front of him.
“Of course, name them.” Alastor was already getting fed up.
“Well first of all! I want you to stay away from my little Char-Char! Rule numbero uno! No touchy touchy. She doesn’t need some little creep like you hanging around her and ruining the general vibe. Secondly! I would like you to keep away from me at least, let’s say… 100 feet?” Be began to spout off these rules only to be interrupted by the peanut gallery.
“I don’t think so,” Alastor grimaced, crossing his legs, “Charlie would be devastated if her loyal hotelier was not allowed near her by her Father. Imagine how upset she would be with you. You don’t want that, do you? I fear she has developed quite a liking to me so unfortunately, that will not work. Even more upsettingly, I cannot be of assistance if I am shackled by a restraining order around you. No matter how much I would be happy to never see your face again, that just would not work.” He stated matter of factly.
Lucifer bit his lip, he hadn’t thought about that. Charlie would be upset if this weird deer man wasn’t allowed near her or within 100 feet of the hotel. If Lucifer wanted to stay in her good graces he needed to tolerate Alastor.
“Fine.” He huffed, “I guess, if we do this… You won’t be able to go against me in any way. You can’t hurt Charlie or any of her little friends. When I order it, you will obey. You will defend the hotel and protect it from any ill will. You do not… kill… without the order to do so.” Lucifer hated the word. Hated the idea that he would be the one to control the killing machine in front of him but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Alastor didn’t seem very pleased with the terms, “And in return you will free me of all my shackles. Give me back every ounce of power I had, making me the most powerful sinner in Hell once again.”
A sinister grin came across his face, “You will also allow me to do as I please when I am outside of a mile radius of the hotel. I am not a dog.”
Lucifer frowned, he was trying to hit at the King’s softer side but he would be firm. He knew the devilish look in Alastor’s eyes, this was not a man that could go unchecked, even in the rings of Hell there needed to be rules.
“No killing without my word or unless you need to defend the hotel, otherwise there’s no deal. You can do as you please as long as murder isn’t part of it.” Lucifer stood his ground.
Alastor growled, “We don’t have time to argue this. I’m a demon. This is Hell. Murder is a part of what we call life here. You can’t strip that away.”
Lucifer smiled, “Sure I can. You’re in no position to decline.” He teased.
Alastor sat back in a semi defeat, “I will serve as your faithful executioner, only killing on command or in defense of the Hotel and in return you will break the chains around me so that I may free you and take back my place as the most powerful sinner in Hell.”
“Also you have to do dishes on Thursdays from now on because I hate doing it.” Lucifer chimed, adding the quick last term into the deal as magic began to swirl around them.
“Fucking– Fine. Whatever. Asshole.” Alastor’s eye twitched, but it didn’t stop the way the shadows began to darken as radio static filled the air once again.
Lucifer felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as the static filled his ears, pushing its way into his very nerves and down his spine.
A small green hand of magical energy came from the Radio Demon, slowly making its way over to Lucifer, seeping through the glass in front of him. The lights inside the machine began to flicker wildly, nearly blinding him as he took a deep breath and conjured his own hand of golden magic to meet the other.
When the two hands connected Lucifer couldn’t find the words to exactly describe the sensation it sent through him. It was the most sinister, wicked, feeling. Like all life and positivity was being drained from his very bones, it made him feel weak but at the same time sparked a flame in his chest, a desire to fight against this energy. He focused and strengthened the magical prowess in his golden hand, seeing it manifest as the two shook solidly. Overall his angelic power, what was left of it, melded quickly with the demonic power from Alastor. Both of them sighed in relief when the hands diminished, finishing the deal without the need for physical touch.
“Now, get me the fuck out of here.” Lucifer ordered.
Alastor laughed, “As you wish, your Majesty.” He cracked his neck and stood from the chair he had been trapped in, quickly snapping the wires that had held him down.
In an instant, before Lucifer could quip about the situation the glass in front of him was shattered by lightning speed black tendrils that sprouted from the shadows. Alastor took no time to step up into the hole he had created to take a closer look at the steel contraptions that held Lucifer’s hands and feet.
Suddenly, the machine jerked, almost sending Alastor backwards onto the floor but he grabbed onto the lapels of Lucifer’s coat jacket to stop himself from falling. The force from the grab lurched Lucifer's head forward, smacking it into Alastor's chest.
Alastor stiffened and pushed the King back by his jacket, “Get off–” He noticed the placement of his hands, taking them away instantly.
Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, “I know I can be irresistible but please stay focused on getting me the hell out of here. I have a feeling we’re running out of time.”
The machine began to loudly whirr, waking up and shuddering, it felt like it was about to lift off the ground as a pathway opened up above them.
“Stupid, irritating little pipsqueak.” Alastor muttered to himself above Lucifer’s head while he worked on breaking through the pods. His magic was working, somehow his shadows could seep in through the cracks and cause internal damage to the systems but it was taking its sweet time.
“Al, buddy, don’t want to rush you but we are moving now.” Lucifer piped up again, starting to panic as the trap was lifted into the air by a steel beam below them. They were inching closer and closer to the hole in the ceiling when Alastor finally broke through the first cuff.
He was quicker with the next three, breaking them with the newfound knowledge he’d gathered from tampering with the first. As soon as his last leg was free Lucifer grabbed Alastor around the middle and pushed them both out of the glass egg, whipping out his wings and taking them to the ground safely.
The moment didn’t last long, Alastor using his staff to aggressively smack Lucifer straight across the face. He dropped the Radio Demon in surprise, hand defensively coming up to his cheek.
There was that loud, angry static again. Alastor was in full demon mode now as well, antlers much larger, pupils like dials, and hair on end as the shadows around his grew darker and more radio interference infected the space around them.
“Do not touch me.” The Radio Demon was brimming with aggravation.
Lucifer put his hands up in defeat, looking up at the hole in the ceiling that was now closing around the trap he had been in.
“I wasn’t going to let us go up there. You’re lucky I didn't just let you drop to the floor.” Lucifer pouted, where was his thank you? Hmm?
“I would have been fine.” Alastor had gone back to normal, he was messing with his topcoat, fixing up the sleeves and pulling the lapels to straighten it out.
“Whatever you say.” Lucifer noted the way that Alastor took extra care to be gentle around his chest. Maybe even using some of his newfound power to do something while his hand was stalled over the area.
Now that Lucifer thought of it, he could sense that something was off about the demon. Something not good.
"What's wrong with you?” Lucifer took a step towards him, warranting a step back from the Radio Demon.
“Nothing is wrong with me. Vox is about to blow up your daughter and you’re worrying about little old me? How kind, darling.”
“Don’t ‘darling’ me.” Lucifer pushed forward, Alastor batted his hands away and continued to step back.
“C’mon! Just let me see what you’re hiding. That’s an order!” Lucifer was shocked when Alastor stopped fighting back immediately.
“Shit.” The deer man whispered.
“Shit? Shit what?” Lucifer took his hands away, suddenly feeling awkward for ordering the demon around. It was weird for him to just give up like that.
“Your idiotic deal. You said I would have to obey you if ordered. When you order me, I must listen. Fuck. How did I miss that?” Alastor ran a hand through his hair, eyes narrowed. He was pissed.
Lucifer didn’t particularly like the implications of that. Considering that rule took away Alastor’s autonomy if he wasn’t careful with his words.
“But if I don’t outright say that I order you, it’s not an issue, right?” Lucifer asked, taking a step back.
“It shouldn't be.” Alastor was still obviously upset with it, “But why wouldn't you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? What? Why wouldn’t I use my power over you to get you to do anything I want?” Lucifer sputtered.
“Precisely. I certainly wouldn’t hold back if I were you. I made a mistake in the wording of our contract, that gives power to you.” Alastor grimaced, his ever present smile tight.
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not you. I won’t do that.” Lucifer found himself looking down at the Radio Demon’s boots, “I won’t order you to do anything. Besides protect the hotel.”
The crease between the other man's brows dissipated, hopefully Lucifer’s words gave him a sense of relief. Unfortunately, this contract could not be rewritten.
“But, it won’t stop me from asking again…” Lucifer looked back up, “What’s going on with your chest. I can sense the angelic power. Are you still injured from the fight with Adam?”
The static was back, Alastor stared at him for a moment, before reluctantly answering the question, “Yes. I am. It’s nothing that I can’t handle.”
“That angelic energy won’t leave you without assistance. That stuff eats demons up from the inside out. It’s killing you.” Lucifer explained, hoping that Alastor would be more open to letting him help.
“I could pull it out. It’d take two seconds. We need to get to this battle and you need to be on your A game. I can’t have a brand new executioner embarrassing me in front of all of Hell, bellhop.” He joked, hoping to lighten the sour mood.
The ground above them shook, the battle was in full swing. By now Vox had figured out his angelic weapon of mass destruction wasn’t working and would surely be down here any moment.
Alastor must have come to the same conclusion because he silently shrugged off his coast and cleanly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt.
“Do it quickly.” He commanded.
Lucifer took no extra time to get to work on the injury. He tried his best to stay focused despite the dizziness he was feeling from seeing the blood oozing out of the festering wound, his head spinning from just a quick glance. He forced himself to close his eyes as he held his hand out the Radio Demon’s chest, feeling the angelic power inside attach itself to his energy.
He opened his eyes to look up at Alastor, “I’m going to pull now. It’ll hurt like a bitch.”
“Just do it already.” Alastor gripped tightly to his staff, squeezing his own eyes shut in anticipation.
With that Lucifer gripped the energy with all his power, closing his fist and picturing the golden light within his hands. Though it wasn’t physically in his hand he drew his fist back in a yanking motion and, like popping a bone back into place, he tore the angelic energy straight out of the home it’d made inside Alastor's body.
He felt it join what was left of the Angelic energy he had in his own body with a shiver. He watched as Alastor opened his eyes and brought his hands up to his chest, feeling the wound and using his own power to fully stitch the area.
“Feeling better?” Lucifer grinned.
Alastor shrugged, the cocky bastard.
“Come on. Let’s end this all once and for all. Charlie’s going to be so excited!” Lucifer practically jumped up and down, rushing over to the exit.
“Please calm yourself, Highness. It’s unbecoming of the Prince of Darkness.” Alastor quipped from behind him.
“You really are like my knight.” Lucifer chuckled, swinging the door open to the chaos of the banquet that was being held.
“WHAT IS HAPPENING??!!” Vox’s voice rang clear from the top of the angelic laser beam that was currently not firing lasers. He was on top of the machine, jumping on it like a child whose favorite toy wasn’t working.
“Having trouble up there?” Lucifer called, leaning casually on his staff. Alastor stood silently by his side but he could feel the animosity coming off the demon.
“YOU!! HOW’D YOU GET—” Vox’s TV head glitched, his expression deepening in anger, “ALASTOR? WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR CHAIR?”
“Remember when you said I couldn’t kill sinners?” Lucifer asked, a sly smirk coming to his face. Oh, payback never felt better.
Vox’s eyes travelled between the two of them rapidly, “What the fuck–”
“Well, he can.” Lucifer finished, giving Alastor the command to attack.
“HOLY SHIT!!” Vox’s cry came out quickly as he and Alastor engaged in battle, the first blow throwing him into a nearby building. The rest of the crew stood in shock and horror as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.
Lucifer watched with a lazy grin, leaning against his staff. He didn’t even realize Charlie was running up to him until she shook his arm.
“Dad! What’s going on?” She asked frantically, looking between him and the two battling giants.
“Oh nothing much. Your buddy Al and I made a deal. He’s going to take care of all those nasty sinners for us! With my permission of course. So, I thought he could deal with that Vox guy so he’d leave your hotel alone.” Lucifer was chipper as he gave her the rundown.
“Dad!! He’ll kill Vox! Tell him not to! What the fuck were you thinking.” She smacked a hand against her face, “I am so happy you’re okay and not injured and all that but we are having a deeper conversation about this later!”
Ah, so he got reprimanded anyways. Of course he did.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Don’t kill him Alastor! That’s an order!”
“FUCK YOU!” Came the reply.
Yeah, this would be a fun new dynamic.