#ofhell

Horror Prompts:

"I have to," Alastor hesitated, unsure whether or not to proceed even though Lucifer all but snapped at him like he did. Golden blood pooled the floor, almost illuminating the darkened passage they were lost in. The only other light being the faint red glow of his own eyes. There was pain (and anger?) in his eyes as he looked at the Radio Demon, a wing torn and shoulder gashed from the swipe of a large claw.

They had managed to elude the grotesque creature - or Sinner, as they both found out - that hunted them, up until now. Alastor thought to provide a distraction, but an error would have been fatal......had Lucifer not intervened like he did.

Once Alastor had gotten them a momentary reprieve, he realized that if they didn't find their way out of here soon, the Radio Demon wouldn't be much use after a certain point - he only had so much to give before he was forced to rest his power. However, he could spare some to at least try and help. Eye for an eye.

                        LIPS   CURLED   INTO   SOMETHING   CRUEL.   CRUELTY   WAS   ALL   HE   KNEW.   He   never   looked   for   sympathy   or   empathy   for   it,   but   simply   accepted   it   for   what   it   was.   It   shaped   and   built   him   up   to   the   man,   or   rather   the   soul,   that   stood   before   The   Devil,   “   I   know.   ”   Two   simple   words   that   said   it   all.   One   could   feed,   love,   and   take   a   wild   animal   inside   their   home,   but   they   forget   that   it   was   still   a   wild   animal;   it   will   always   have   that   instinct.   

                  ALASTOR   TURNED   HIS   HEAD   SO   HIS   EYES   COULD   FALL   ELSEWHERE.   He   had   changed,   that   he   wouldn’t   and   couldn’t   deny to @ofhell,   “   It’s   in   my   nature,   darling.   Don’t   forget   that   I   ended   up   in   Hell   for   a   reason,   ”   he   wasn’t   placed   here   by   some   mistake,   no   one   down   here   was,   and   he   wouldn’t   pretend   otherwise,   “   My   methods   seem   harsh   compared   to   what   you   might   have   been   used   to,   but   they   get   the   job   done.   ”

*Ꮺㅤ▬▬ㅤ𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ◞ㅤ[ @ofhell | Lucifer ]ㅤpreaches:ㅤ“Do you wonder why you hate?”

@ofhell asked, ❝ You know, kiddo…I really have missed your smile. ❞

The pinch in her chest was bittersweet. Still, the sweetness scrounged up an even bigger smile and a brightness of the eyes in dear old pop's direction, lopsided as it was with sleep still clinging to her expression. There she stood with her cup of tea and baggy pajamas, hair fluffed up and frazzled every which way to a sinner's Sunday.

Well, that... definitely was an attempt at boosting her confidence. Not to say it had worked. Lucifer seemed a little bit insecure, and his "I'll probably do it again" comment wasn't exactly reassuring.

Charlie appreciated the sentiment nonetheless.

"Thanks, Dad," she breathed, a small chuckle escaping her as she patted her father on the arm. "Maybe not 'no matter the cost', though... I mean, I just got you back— I'm not saying don't help, just... please don't do anything reckless for me?"

She didn't want to lose him again! Especially not more... permanently!

               A   NIGHTMARE   IN   THE   FOGGY   HAZE   OF   A   DAYDREAM,   PERHAPS.   He,   a   gift?   He   was   a   gift   from   the   deepest   parts   of   Hell,   no   doubt.   @ofhell   was known to speak   with   a   wicked   tongue,   and   yet   sugary   words   were   enough   to   make   the   damned   soul   release   a   content   sigh.   You   know   he   never   lies   to   you.   Alastor   knew   he   didn’t   deserve   to   see   the   angelic   side   of   this   ethereal   being,   and   yet   it   was   given   to   him   on   a   platter—   a   platter   he   greedily   devoured.   Not   that   it   changed   his   mind   on   redemption,   but   willed   him   into   better   service   as   their   facility   manager.   

                  PLAYFULLY,   CRIMSON   TIPPED   CLAWS   PINCHED   THE   BRIM   OF   THE   KING’S   hat,   and   tugged   it   down   just   a   bit,   “   You   had   other   gifts   in   mind   when   you   knowingly   had   me?   ”   He   clicked   his   tongue   as   his   eyes   gleamed   with   mischief.

               IT   SOUNDED   LIKE   AN   EXCELLENT   IDEA,   ONE   THAT   HAD   BEEN   in   practice   for   some   time   now.   In   fact,   Alastor   started   to   look   forward   to   the   end   of   the   day   more   and   more—   his   favorite   part   of   the   day one could say.

               Careful,   young   fawn,   some   might   say   you   have   gone   soft.   

               Ha!   As   if.   

               HE   ENTERED   THEIR   SHARED   ROOM   WHILE   CLAWED   HANDS   UNBUTTONED   HIS   coat.   He   walked   near   the   bedside   to   toss   the   shedded   red   coat   onto   the   lushes   sheets   before   he   found   his   way   to   the   small   table   of   drinks.   He   uncapped   a   bottle   of   whiskey,   and   as   he   did   so,   he   heard   footsteps   come   from   behind   him.   His   ears   flicked,   and   he   started   to   pour   himself   a   glass.   

               “Alastor, can you — well, I know it’s been a little more than a month, so do you think you need to — ah, fuck.” Lucifer’s only ever instigated this when he feared Alastor had waited too long. It’s Al’s job to request this when it’s needed, this entire arrangement a way for Alastor to let himself go; to give in to the shadows for a while — to lose control on his own terms, therefore maintaining control. —but today? Right now? Lucifer’s very skin itches with the need to hurt — and he knows, of course he knows, how Alastor feels about the King doing any kind of harm to himself. So maybe…maybe their arrangement can benefit them both today, so long as it’s something Alastor needs. “—Al, I — just. Tell me. It’s been a while, so…does the darkness feel like ripping me apart today?”

               LUCIFER’S   VOICE   SEEMED   SMALL,   ANXIOUS   MIGHT   BE   THE   BETTER   WORD.   Alastor   felt   his   chest   tightened   at   the   thought.   Still,   he   placed   the   bottle   down   with   ease,   and   then   took   his   glass   in   one   hand.   He   turned   to   face   @ofhell  with   an   arched   brow.   His   words   floated   in   his   ear   for   some   time   as   he   thought   it   over.  

               THEIR   SESSIONS.   IT   WAS   SOMETHING   HE   WASN'T   PROUD   OF,   that’s   a   first,   little   fawn   BUT   it   was   a   way   to   subside   that   craving   deep   within   him.   However,   it   had   been   some   time,   hadn’t   it?   Yet,   he   didn’t   feel   the   need   to   do   it.   How   interesting.   That   was   a   first,   and   really   the   thought   of   doing   it   unprompted   made   his   ears   fold   back.   Why   would   Lucifer   bring   it   up   then?   He   knew   how   much   Alastor   detested   them…   

               CRIMSON   EYES   STUDIED   THE   KING.   HE   HADN’T   SAID   A   SINGLE   word   since   he   had   spoken.   Alastor   knew   that   most   would   be   incinerated   for   such   a   disrespect   of   the   king’s   wishes,   but   oh   how   he   knew   Lucifer   wouldn’t   do   such   a   thing   to   him.   So,   he   stayed   silent   a   few   minutes   longer   to   gauge   an   idea   of   why   this   came   out   of   the   blue.   There   could   be   two   reasons,   and   Alastor   was   sure   he   wasn't   going   to   like   it.                      A   STATIC   HUM   WAS   HEARD   ONLY   AS   HE   TIPPED   HIS   head   back   to   let   the   liquor   in   glass   burn   down   his   throat.   Once   he   was   finished,   he   turned   around   again   to   fill   the   glass,   “   Lucifer,   ”   finally,   his   voice   broke   through   the   silence.   It   was   a   voice,   however,   of   a   warm   summer   night   in   New   Orleans—   sweet,   rich,   intoxicating,   and   most   of   all…   real.   He   turned   once   again   towards   Lucifer,   the   empty   glass   now   full   again.   He   moved   quietly,   steadily,   his   arm   outstretched   with   the   offered   drink,   “   I’m   not   sure   that’s   a   great   idea.   ”