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Cover for As above, so below.

A story in which our favourite radio demon falls in love with Charlie's twin. If she tells him to jump, he'll ask how high.

the royal bedroom is pitch black and lucifer is incredibly lonely. another sleepless night in a place that barely feels like home. he looks to his right, where lilith should be but her side has been cold for quite some time now. her perfume no longer lingers on her pillow, it’s like she was never there in the first place.

“daddy?”

lucifer looks down and sees his daughter at the end of the bed. it is too dark to see a proper shape but he doesn’t need to guess which one she is because it's a rehearsed song at this point.

“what do we have here, little lamb?”

“i’m scared.”

his heart softens at the vulnerability that children never hide in their voice, the kind you're not meant to hear in hell. he pats the mattress down and she’s quick to climb by his side, snuggling into his arms in the most familiar way. she feels so cold against him, he wonders how long she stood in the dark before gathering the courage to come to him this time. 

“another nightmare?”

she doesn’t reply with words, she just nods and he understands. her mind is plagued by things even his holy light cannot chase away. he resents himself for it and he knows that lilith shares the blame as well. 

“i can hear you thinking, pumpkin, out with it. what is it?”

“when people die, they either go to hell or heaven, right?”

his brows furrow at her words, wondering what lilith has been saying to the girls this time around. he feels that they are a bit too young to learn about this kind of things but it seems like their mother wants to weaponise their knowledge as early as possible.

“yes.”

“where will i go when i die?”

his grip around her tightens and he struggles to fight the ache that settles in his chest like an old friend at the thought of losing her. he would go insane, he’s sure of it. losing her would be worse than losing eden, there would be no recovery from that. he kisses the crown of her head and she melts against his lips.

“you will never die, abilene morningstar. i will make sure of it.”

flashback from as above, so below.

Abilene and Alastor, from as above, so below.

Don't let him fool you, he's head over heels for her. And the same goes for our dear princess.

baby, we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

        From the balcony they could see the realm of Heaven, shining brighter than the sun upside yet bearing no warmth towards those below. A punishment in itself, her father had once told her, when she was still too small to climb on the bed on her own. 

         She used to long to soar through the sky, to reach for those pearly gates the way Icarus had reached for the sun, to see the kingdom her parents had once been a part of. Funny how quickly things had changed in that regard.

“Feeling sentimental?”

Abilene did not even bother looking over her shoulder when she responded, relaxing at the familiar presence that appeared by her side. “I could ask you the same thing.”

        Alastor chuckled. 

“Have you heard what they said?”

“They are not as subtle as they think, sweetheart.”

She snorted, taking a drag of her cigarette. “That’s for sure.”

“Maybe we could give them a run for their money.”

          She looked at him and could see the way his lips were twisted in that familiar grin, the kind that he would use for games he was sure he could win. She almost mirrored him until familiar red eyes flashed into her mind, making her reconsider. 

“People would not approve.”

“People or your father?”

         The blonde looked away, focusing her gaze on the city instead. It could have been easier to pretend that nothing was real, that she’d never come to this stupid hotel in the first place. It would have saved her a lot of trouble, for starters, and she would not be finding herself alone with him of all people while the party was still raging inside.

“You’re the princess of Hell,” the Radio demon continued. “You can do whatever you want.”

       She looked up through her lashes to meet crimson eyes. 

“Isn’t that the whole point?”

        He did not squirm under her stare, he never had and that almost unnerved her. She studied the way his clothes were pristine, a deep shade of burgundy that almost looked black from a distance, and how his hair was neatly combed for the occasion. Her eyes lingered on the brooch that he kept for some reason, she struggled to remember a time when he did not have it.  

“Very tempting.”

         His lips curled into a genuine smile, the kind he reserved only for her and she tried to push the giddiness away. She needed more alcohol than that in her blood to acknowledge these thoughts. 

         He pulled out a cigarette from his inner pocket and put it between his lips before leaning towards the princess, using her one to light up his. She did not flinch, merely enjoying the view as he made a slow work of it, surely for the dramatics of it all. 

“Very tempting indeed.”

       After all, the night was still young.

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prologue from as above, so below.

there is a new narrative,

it will be stained in ink and blood. 

i will unravel everything around me,

peel of the skin of it until 

all is left is ruin 

because after all

it is what empires are built on

-don't we all crave hands bold enough to ruin us properly?

Except from my Alastor x OC fanfic.