Lucifer didn’t know how many hours, or days, he had been in this tight glass contraption. Telling how much time passed has never come easily to him, being a being that existed eons before the birth of earth.
What he did know, was that he was growing increasingly agitated with the tv head man, box, or whatever his name was. To add to that, he was stuck with the bellhop! What a sick way to be trapped! This was the worst form of torture to ever go through, and he’s been through endless amounts of torment and humiliation.
That box head is strange. Too strange, in his opinion. Anytime the bright red deer in the corner starts an argument with him, he spawns between them like he deserves to be the center of attention - which he doesn’t. Maybe he’s that attention starved? He is a bright, electronic screen after all.
Fortunately enough, Vox turns and leaves in preparation for the ‘big event’ he’s been brewing. UNFORTUNATELY enough, is that he’s now stuck in a room with Alastor.
The two have been glaring at each other for god knows how long now.
“Your majesty,” alastor starts, his tone already mocking and snide. “Do you truly know what that idiot is using you for?”
Lucifer growls irritably, and Alastor’s grin somehow seemed to stretch even wider with sadistic glee.
“No, but do you?” He hated asking the Radio Demon for anything, but he really needed to know why he was confined in this glass case.
The demon shrugged loosely, his bones cracking as he moved his joints about in bizarre ways in a bored fashion.
“My old friend wishes to use you as some form of power source, I believe.”
The devil frowned. He figured if he were to get out of this contraption, he needed to just listen to what Alastor has to say.
“And, he’s using it for…?” He inquired expectantly, raising a dark brow.
Alastor swiveled on his chair, tutting his lips in an exasperated manner.
“My old pal has never been satisfied with his… upgrades.” He began, his tone twisting and his nose scrunching with distaste at the word ‘upgrades’.
“He’s always wanted more. His greed surpasses some of the hellborns themselves, I believe. Charlotte may believe he can still be redeemed, but do you? Do you believe he deserves a second chance, after the humiliation of you and your daughter, the misinformation spread about your family, and now using you to get to his ultimate prize?”
At the radio demon’s onslaught of questions, Lucifer scowls at him. A low scoff leaves his throat, his gaze heavy.
“No. He deserves punishment. He deserves to rot down here like the rest of us. A man like him cannot be redeemed, or ‘fixed’.”
Alastor appeared sadistically delighted by this, and chuckled quietly.
“Then, may I propose something? An agreement, of sorts.”
Lucifer is surprised initially, before growing suspicious of the intentions of the sinner near him.
“An agreement? You want to make a deal, with me?” He deadpanned indifferently, regarding him anyways despite trying to appear reluctant and uninterested.
“You could say that. The secret has slipped that you’re unable to trifle with the sinners in anyway, as you clearly know. But, what if I was the one to meddle with the sinners for your sake?”
It was a good deal, but the fallen angel had to remind himself that he was the temptation not the tempted. He was just so furious with Vox, that he just needs to calm down and think outside the box for a second.
“So, you want to get involved with the sinners who clearly don’t want to be redeemed… those causing trouble for Charlie and the hotel, and what? Smite them? You don’t seem like you could handle working under a deal for me, Bambi.”
He replied, smirking a little at the thought. Alastor had literally quit because Lucifer teased him about not using a coaster on the coffee table. He’d be begging to get out of the deal in less than five minutes.
“I would be your executioner, your majesty. I could keep the masses in line. The only difference is that I wouldn’t be working for you, I’d be working with you.” Alastor rolled his chair closer, eyes locked completely on Lucifer’s as he spoke. It was creepy.
But, Lucifer could not deny the appeal of having someone to control the mass population of sinners. The extermination may have taken many lives, souls both wanting to be redeemed and not wanting to be redeemed, it still controlled how many sinners were appearing in hell.
“Well, I’m afraid our hands are tied right now. We’ll discuss more once all of this is over.”
Lucifer agreed, nodding at the demon. His ears perked up at his words. Huh. That’s new.
“Very well! Magnificent! We’ll talk in my room about the agreement when this whole dramatically display has been done and dusted.”
The radio static constantly playing around Alastor switched to a canned laughter track, also adding a hint of applause.
This might just be the biggest mistake he’s made since his Fall.
So I’m making a radioapple fanfic. It’s currently 10:48 pm and I’m tired so I just smashed this out. Sorry if there’s mistakes lol
This is just my spiel on executioner! Alastor and radioapple right before and then following all the ending of s2.
