#cat lucifer

Alastor felt like he was going to start sweating with the way Rosie was staring at him: it was like a parent catching their child doing something completely idiotic. "Are you serious? Not once did it occur to you to just talk to him about it?" Rosie questioned, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Well, you see-"

"You're lucky that I like you Al, otherwise I'd slap the nonsense out of ya."

"R-Rosie!"

Rosie let out an annoyed sigh. If she wasn't already in Hell, Alastor would have been the death of her. "Alrighty then. Alastor, as soon as we're done here, you're gonna to straight back to the hotel and tell the king exactly how this whole thing has been affecting you. Got it?"

". . .Got it." Alastor said, his ears drooping as his smile became more forced. He knew that he'd talk with Lucifer when he got back to the hotel, but he hated that the thought never occurred to him until Rosie brought it up. "Good. Now, take some finger food for the road." she told him, giving him literal severed fingers.

Alastor bid Rosie a farewell, and as he was leaving Cannibal Town, the radio host was walking near an alley when he heard a soft 'meow'. "?" If it was an ordinary meow, Alastor would have assumed that the cat was fine. But this meow sounded more distressed. The sinner headed over towards the alley, his ears picking up where the meowing was coming from: a dirty cardboard box. Alastor walked towards a cardboard box, opening its flaps to see what was inside.

Much to his surprise, it was a cat. But it wasn't an ordinary cat: it had a striking resemblance to his beloved Lucifer. It looked to be around the same height and weight of that little bastard back at the hotel, but that was where the similarities end, and thankfully this one was much cuter.

As stated before, the cat had strongly resembled the King of Hell. Its fur was a creamy white color with patches of blonde around the head and ear area, adorable apple red eyes, pink dots on its cheeks, dark paws, and was quite fluffy as well.

When the cat realized that it was being looked at, it looked up to see Alastor staring at it. It was scared for a moment, which led to Alastor trying to get the cat to trust him.

"Now now, I'm not here to hurt you." he said. "I only came over here because it sounded like you were in a bit of trouble!" The radio host thought about giving the cat some of the finger food Rosie gifted him, but he decided against it. He knew that he was going to have to make a quick trip to a nearby store. With a snap of his fingers, Alastor's shadow minions appeared, waiting for his orders.

"Now gents, I'm going to go to the nearest store to get the little one some food!" Alastor told them. "I'm entrusting you to look after the feline until I get back." His minions nodded their heads to show that they understood him, allowing Alastor to leave.

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Thirty minutes had passed, a bit longer than Alastor would have liked, but he managed to get a can of tuna and a cat carrier. The radio host had made his minions disappear, leaving him and the white cat alone. Alastor took the tuna can out of his shopping bag and used magic to open it. He kneeled down and placed the opened can near the cat's cardboard box, and waited for the cat to eat.

The cat was suspicious of Alastor, his big grin wasn't really doing him any favors right now, but the white cat was more concerned with satiating its hunger. The cat has cautiously walked over to the can of tuna, sniffing it with its cute pink nose.

It didn't take long for the cat to eat, practically devouring it in under a minute. 'Oh the poor thing,' Alastor thought. 'It must have been famished!' When the cat finished eating, it practically pranced over to Alastor, rubbing its head on his left leg as it purred.

"Well, you certainly have a way of worming yourself into my heart!" Alastor said, picking up the cat. "Just like a certain someone back at the hotel." He knew that he should head back and have that talk with Lucifer, but right now Alastor decided to head back to Rosie's so he could give the little one a proper bath.

Besides, it'd also give him some time to figure out what to say to him.

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The Hazbin Hotel. . . .

Lucifer laid on his duck-themed bed, thinking back on his very brief conversation with Alastor. The sinner didn't seem to be acting like his usual self, though it would harder for others to tell since Alastor is rather good at masking his true feelings. But Lucifer had been able to learn to read his expressions, and now he can tell whenever the radio host's smile was genuine or a mask.

Since that smile was essentially screaming 'fake', Lucifer knew that there was something bothering Alastor. But it would take a lot for Lucifer to get the deer demon to open up, though he knew that he wasn't really one to talk since he's the same.

"What should I do. . .?"

Meow!

"!"

Lucifer looked down to see Cal nearby, staring at him with that stupidly cute look on his face. "Hey bud," Lucifer said, making room for Cal so he can jump on the bed, which he did. Cal noticed Lucifer's rather sad face, and proceeded to rub his furry head against the king's cheek and purr. "Are you trying to cheer me up?" Lucifer asked, though he knew that Cal wasn't going to answer, because he is a cat.

"Thanks for trying, but I don't think that it's something that you can help with. I'm just going to have to wait until Alastor comes back."

Upon hearing that name, Cal let out a low growl, though it made Lucifer let out a small laugh. "Now bud, I know you don't like him, but Alastor's really. . .important to me. And I really want you two to get along, so maybe you can try to be nicer to him? After all, he doesn't need you to use his staff as a scratching post. Not after I got you such a nice one two days ago."

Meow?

"Yeah, that's right. Don't think I haven't noticed." Lucifer told Cal. "It was funny the first few times, but I think it's about time you two at least start trying to tolerate each other."

Meow. . .

Before Lucifer could say another word, he heard many voices speaking all at once, echoing against the walls. "?" Lucifer picked Cal up in his arms and teleported to the hotel lobby, where many Sinners were surrounding Alastor, now having returned from his trip from Cannibal Town.

'Alastor!'

Lucifer was about to call the attention of the radio host, but stopped himself when he saw what was in Alastor's arms: it was a. . .rather familiar looking cat, who seemed to have gotten a little makeover at Rosie's Emporium, as it was wearing a big blood red ribbon around its furry neck.

'Wait a minute. . .why does that cat look like me?' Lucifer wondered, feeling conflicted. It was both cute and confusing. 'I wonder did Alastor feel this when first Cal showed up?'

Lucifer was brought back to the present when little Cal began to wriggle around in Lucifer's arms, meowing to be released. Lucifer complied, setting Cal on the floor. The red cat dashed towards Alastor, jumping up and down as he meowed at the King of Hell's feline doppelgänger. The white cat in Alastor's arms meowed in response to Cal trying to reach him, also trying to get to Cal.

"Oh well look at this!" Alastor said, moving the white cat in his arms further away from Cal, purposefully making the antlered cat frustrated. "It appears that the hotel's little special guest has an interest in my new friend! It's a shame that they won't have time to play today!"

Lucifer watched among the Sinners as Alastor was using the new cat to tease and frustrate Cal. The fallen angel let out a sigh, deciding that it was about time to end this ridiculous. . .whatever it was. The blonde man cleared his throat, getting the attention of everyone.

The new cat had managed to get out of Alastor's hold, and upon reaching the ground, the white feline purred as he and Cal rubbed their faces against one another. The two of them then ran towards the staircase of the lobby, probably trying to find a safe place for the two of them.

Before Alastor even had the time to react, Lucifer had made an announcement to the new hotel guests:

"Attention everyone! The Radio Demon and I need to have a moment alone to talk in private. Please resume with whatever activities you were doing before. . .our newest inhabitant showed up." Everyone proceeded to do what Lucifer ordered, doing their best to not pay attention to the clear tension that was radiating between the two men.

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Alastor's Bedroom. . . .

Alastor had some concerns when Lucifer asked to talk to him alone in his room. Not Lucifer's room, his room. The reason why wasn't because he hadn't cleaned his room, it was because of the tone Lucifer had said it in. It sounded so serious, that Alastor was worried that maybe perhaps it was too late for him to talk to Lucifer about how. . .neglected he felt. But Alastor managed to steel his nerves. He was getting ahead of himself. Perhaps this conversation was unrelated.

"So," Alastor began. "What reason is there for you to want to talk with me in private, Sire?" Lucifer, who sat across from Alastor, looked at his partner and decided to ask:

"This is gonna sound strange, but I have to ask. . .Alastor, have you been in some kind of rivalry with the cat? Not Husk or KeeKee, Cal."

". . .What?" Alastor said, quirking a brow.

"Hey, I said that it was going to sound strange." Lucifer told him. "Look, I've noticed that you and Cal haven't been getting along ever since he got here. I mean, it's not entirely your fault either. Normally, I'd say that because he's a cat he doesn't know any better, but I've been observing Cal for a while, and yeah, I can tell that a lot of the stuff he's doing to annoy you is on purpose."

". . .A huh. . .I see."

"You know you can be honest with me, right?" Lucifer said, a truly genuine concerned look on his soft features. "I. . .I know that, Lucifer." Alastor said. "It just didn't occur to me at the time. And on the way here, the more I thought about it, the more idiotic this whole thing felt."

"Idiotic?"

"Oh come on! Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, feared by half of Pentagram City, jealous of a mere cat who has been cozying up to the King of Hell?" Alastor told him. "It's stupid! Ridiculous! I was driving myself insane with how you'd react to this!"

"Hey, hey, it's alright." Lucifer said in a soothing voice. He stood up from his seat and walked over to Alastor, waiting for permission to touch him. Alastor noticed, and whispered, "Go ahead."

Lucifer gently ran his hands through Alastor's hair, effectively calming and relaxing his partner. "Look, I won't say that it doesn't sound crazy. But if that's how you feel, then it matters. And I'll admit, I may have been a neglecting you a bit ever since Cal arrived here."

"A bit?"

". . .Ok, ok, I get it." Lucifer said. "I'll start making a proper schedule for Cal and get Charlie and the others involved. And I promise that I'll find a way to make it up to you."

"Oh, well, I actually have an idea in mind." Alastor said. "And what's that?" Lucifer asked. Alastor grabbed a hold of Lucifer's wrist and brought it to his lips, placing a light kiss on his darkened hand.

"You're going to want to lock the door, Sire.~"

Lucifer blushed immensely as he nodded his head. He used his magic to lock Alastor's door, proceeding to kiss the Sinner as the two men made their way to Alastor's bed.