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Alastor's ears pinned back, his smile tightening. Why was he just being told this? "Why are you telling me this?" He asked. "That's not what I asked."

Lucifer shrugged. "You asked me why I spend so much time locked up in my room." His goat-like ears twitched. "It's because I'm too depressed to leave most days. I often times end up slitting my wrists because I have so much hatred for myself."

Alastor's ears flicked, his eyes on the golden scars on the king's wrist.

The fact that Lucifer, the king of Pride, hated himself so much that he carved into his own skin was... surprising. This man was supposed to have a high self-esteem, a big ego. Yet he spent days depressed, locked up in his room, hurting himself and refusing to eat. Because he hated himself.

"Why?" Alastor couldn't help but ask.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile. "You know my story, don't you?"

The deer demon gave a slow nod. "You were banished from Heaven and your wife left you."

The angel pulled his sleeve back down. "And you think I don't hate myself?" He laughed. "I've had really bad depression ever since I was banished. It only got worse when Lilith left. Charlie is my only reason for living anymore." He pushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'm not immortal, you know."

Alastor's ears perked and then lowered again. "Don't." He spoke before he could think.

Lucifer tilted his head.

"Don't... kill yourself..." Alastor said slowly.

"Why do you care?" The king asked.

The Radio Demon paused at the question. "I-I don't." He stuttered.

"I'm a good lie detector, Alastor." Lucifer smiled sweetly.

"Ironic, considering how terrible you are at lying yourself." Alastor couldn't resist a tease.

Lucifer laughed.

Alastor's ears perked. It was a soft but genuine laugh. It sounded so sweet. Alastor ran his hands through his hair, clearing his throat. "You have friends. A daughter. You need to live for them."

The angel considered that point for a moment. "Fair point." He nodded. "But they'll grow tired of me."

"Lucifer." Alastor's ear flicked in annoyance. "The sins have been your friends since you created them. Your daughter adores you. What makes you think they'd abandon you now?"

The blonde's face went through a variety of expressions.

He frowned and looked at his hooves. "My depression." He answered honestly. "It tells me that everyone leaves eventually." He shrugged.

Alastor stood there quietly for a minute.

He hesitantly took one of Lucifer's hands. "I won't."

Lucifer blinked. "What?"

"I won't leave. I won't abandon the chance to annoy you. Get on your nerves. I'll give you something to live for." Alastor smiled widely.

Lucifer blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then he broke into laughter.

Alastor smiled fondly at the sound.

"Really? My reason to keep going is for you to annoy me?" Lucifer asked after getting himself together.

"Well of course! What other reason is there?" Alastor let go of Lucifer's hand.

Lucifer wheezed, pounding his fist against his chest and coughing from laughing too hard.

Alastor's ears twitched and lowered slightly. "Ah..."

Lucifer choked into his arm and summoned an inhaler into his hand, shaking it before bringing it up to his mouth and breathing.

"Fuck, sorry." Lucifer cleared his throat after fixing his lungs. "Asthma." He gave a small, embarrassed chuckle.

Alastor tilted his head, smile softening. "Well, at least dying of laughter would be a decent way out."

Alastor: I don't want friends but I do want like a casual drinking buddy. This guy doesn't make friends so he should be chill.

Alastor: Ok I am growing attached but that's fine. I can keep that in check as long as he doesn't get attached to me back.

Alastor: He's clearly like into me. I mean I know I'm hot we can just talk about it.

Alastor: Oh my God he thought we where friends! The whole time! I can't cope with this I'm gona loes it. (processeds to have a actual melt down.)

It's that he saw Alastor as a equal to him and being a equal to him makes you a God. We know he thought of himself as a God when he died and his swift rise in power I'm sure this nothing to curve this.

On top of this Alastor represents everything he wants. To be seen as so worthy people will lend you there ears and so powerful that you could force anyone who refuses to listen. What's more God like than that.

So to be seen by a God, known and be excepted as being like him. That is the high of validation. He thought he has that. He thought he had that. The felt both the warmth of being a God and being a Gods most devoted worshiper.

So of corse he lost his mind when Alastor told him he wasn't his "friend". This was God casting out his most devoted follower. This was Vox being denied the life time of work to gain power and authority, to be repected. Alastor was denying him his delusion of being God's most special princess.