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After the battle with Adam and the Exterminator Angels, the Hazbin Hotel had been destroyed and rebuilt, bigger and better than before. There had been a few cannibals lost here and there, alongside many angels, during the fight, but most of the residents mourned the snake demon who had been killed more than the rest. Not that Alastor particularly cared about any of them, but the rest of the residents, and especially Charlie, seemed to care deeply for the loss of the snake sinner to the point that a memorial had been placed inside for him. In fact, there were a great many new additions to the hotel that he himself was still exploring, such as his new radio tower, the new bar, and the various floors and rooms. 

And of course, there was a certain pest that seemed to have made his residence there as well.

Lucifer Morningstar, the estranged father of Charlie and king of Hell, had moved in after the hotel had been rebuilt, having made himself a room on the other side of the building, opposite of Alastor’s radio tower. The claim was that the king was concerned about a retaliation from Heaven due to their actions, and it would be better that he was close by, just in case. It was an unwelcome intrusion for Alastor, but the princess seemed to love having him around and the residents didn’t seem too bothered by his presence, so he allowed it for now. 

However, he could do without the little pest popping up randomly and chattering on and on about anything and everything to whoever happened to be in the area. It was like he had no concept of silence. He honestly had a feeling that all the talk was because the fallen angel was nervous. While he hid it well behind bravado and cheer, it was painfully obvious to the radio demon that the king was a mess of anxiety and insecurity, to put it lightly. He had picked up on it when the man had first arrived at the hotel, back when Charlotte had wanted to secure a meeting with Heaven. It had been incredibly easy to pick and poke at those hidden insecurities during his song until the other had gotten close to picking a physical fight with him before they were interrupted by Mimzy. Secretly, he was a bit thankful for her interruption; he may be confident in his abilities, but he knew that Lucifer could easily beat him when it came down to raw power. He wasn’t stupid.

Still, he enjoyed antagonizing the fallen angel every chance he got, delighting in the way every emotion would show on his face and make him incredibly easy to read. Alastor had always thought that the man in charge would not only be much taller, but also much less expressive. However, he didn’t mind being wrong in this case when it made for such entertaining encounters! A wonderful example was right at this moment, Lucifer sitting at the bar and chatting with Husk while occasionally throwing glares Alastor’s way that only made his perpetual smile wider. It was almost guaranteed that the two were complaining about him, but he allowed it for now just so he could watch the king get more and more annoyed the less the deer demon reacted.

Not for the first time, Alastor’s thoughts turned elsewhere as he watched the fallen angel. Ever since the last Overlord meeting that Carmilla had called, where that angel’s head had been tossed onto the table and he had gotten a taste of it, he wondered if the king of Hell’s blood tasted similar. The man was technically still an angel despite having fallen and he knew his blood was gold like an angel’s, having witnessed it dripping down the other’s face during their song. The scent was similar as well though he hadn’t gotten a proper read on it because of how quick it had been to be wiped away.

Just how tough was his skin? Would Alastor need an angelic weapon just to pierce it or were his sharp teeth sufficient? Would it be possible to pluck his feathers from his wings just for a small taste of the blood that lingered at the base? How fast would Lucifer regenerate his lost blood and flesh if the radio demon were to take a chunk out of him? Was it possible to even do any of this in the first place, or would it all stay as a fantasy in his head?

He cocked his head to the side, ear flicking as he stared at the short man and static noise began to slowly build around him. No one in Hell, or Heaven as far as he was aware, had managed to draw blood on the king, which only made the thought of doing so that much more appealing. Boasting that he, and only he, was able to draw blood from such a powerful creature would cement just how dangerous he truly was.

The only barriers preventing him from trying were Lucifer himself and Miss Charlie. Obviously the king could probably just snap his fingers to get rid of Alastor, hence the danger there. And as much as Charlie was a barrier that prevented the king from harming him, she was just as much a barrier preventing him from harming the king. He needed to stay in her good graces in order to continue to reside here, after all.

A deal might be his best bet. Perhaps he could entice the devil into one after informing him of the favor that Charlie still owed him. He could void that deal so long as Lucifer would grant him a favor and a part of his flesh in return. Then again, a deal with the king of Hell would be a dangerous one to have as he could imagine the devil was much like himself: not liking to owe favors to others. The static around him grew in volume as he thought over his options, trying to determine his best course of action just for a taste of that fallen angel’s blood. 

All of his staring and static noise must have alerted the king, who looked back at him with a suspicious and uneasy expression on his face. He could feel his smile widening far enough to show his gums as they made eye contact and held it. Lucifer held his gaze, his expression shifting more into a suspicious and almost angry one, as if he had read Alastor’s mind and knew what he was planning. They continued their staring contest until Charlie walked in, effectively breaking the tension as her father quickly turned his attention to her with a large smile. The static ended with a record scratch and the deer demon sighed quietly as he watched the two of them interact. 

Perhaps these thoughts would just have to stay thoughts, and perhaps one day he could indulge in those fantasies without fear of retaliation. For now, he would just think of golden blood dripping off angel wings that were no longer attached to their host, and fantasize about just how divine they would taste and how lovely it would be to hear the king’s screams.

After a few weeks of the king residing within the hotel, Alastor was beginning to notice a routine form during the other man’s days. It was difficult not to pick up on it as it seemed to be a rather set schedule, similar to his own.

Typically, Lucifer seemed to spend the most of the morning in his room doing who knows what up there until he finally made his appearance closer to the afternoon. If Charlie needed his help with something or wanted to talk with him, he would always drop whatever he was doing to assist her before coming back to finish it or at least gather whatever was left behind. However, every night, without fail, he would stay around the bar with Husk and Angel Dust, maybe Cherry Bomb too, and spend most of the night there chatting with them before heading to bed. In fact, he was usually the last one to leave the bar, and while he didn’t drink every night, he definitely drank on other ones. Sometimes enough that the deer demon had watched Husk help the king back up to his room on a few occasions.

Watching that had formed an idea in his mind, one that might actually get him what he wanted from the fallen angel if he enacted it correctly. If he could find out what happened during the day to cause Lucifer to drink that much at night, make it happen, and have a little chat with the king when he was in that more vulnerable state, perhaps then he might be able to convince the other to make a deal with him.

He’d finally get his hands on not only the fallen angel’s blood, but gain a favor from the king as well.

It took a couple weeks of observation to pin down the cause for Lucifer’s drinking, and it wasn’t surprising in the least. Every time the fallen angel did something that he perceived as incredibly embarrassing, he would drink that night. Not always enough to get horrifically drunk, but he’d definitely have a few glasses of wine before heading back up to his room. It was almost laughably easy to tell when the other felt embarrassed because of the way he held himself: his smile would be strained, he’d get even more twitchy than his normal, and he usually excused himself from the area as quickly as possible. Also due to his incredibly pale skin, sometimes it was possible to see an embarrassed golden blush on his face before he retreated.

All Alastor needed to do now was observe for any of these moments in the coming days. He couldn’t cause any of these moments or the other would be less likely to accept any sort of deal from him. No, he needed to wait and watch, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Thankfully, it was less than a week before Alastor observed Lucifer embarrass himself and promptly retreat from the situation as quickly as possible. Honestly, the deer demon wasn’t entirely sure what caused it, but he supposed it didn’t really matter in the end; all he needed to know was that tonight was his best chance to strike. Besides, watching the other run off so quickly had been mildly entertaining as well. 

And so he waited, ever so patiently, keeping his distance from the fallen angel so he wouldn’t be tempted to test if his teeth were indeed sharp enough to tear into his flesh as easily as those loan sharks he had devoured when protecting the hotel. The day passed by slowly until the red of the day turned into the darker red of night. The other residents of Hell, and the hotel, began to settle down for the evening, whether that be in clubs, bars, or their beds.

Just as expected, Lucifer joined Angel Dust, Cherry Bomb, and Husk at the bar for the night, and just as he hoped, the king had started drinking partway through the night. Alastor stuck to the shadows as he listened in to their conversations, waiting for the moment the spider and cyclops sinners would retire for the night. As predicted, they said their good nights closer to midnight before heading up the stairs, leaving the king and the bartender alone. 

He gave the two some time to talk and drink before making his appearance, strutting to the bar and sitting down close, but not too close, to Lucifer. For now, he ignored the scoff and glare sent his way by the other, keeping his attention on Husk instead.

“Husk, my good fellow, if you’d be so kind as to get me my usual.”

The winged cat sinner grumbled something under his breath, but reached to grab a rocks glass from below the bar and began working on his drink. He allowed his gaze to wander over to Lucifer’s side of the bar, noting that he didn’t have a wine glass in hand tonight like he did most nights. Instead, it was a tall glass that looked and smelled like apples with something else just underneath that scent. Vodka, perhaps? Definitely something stronger than a glass of wine.

“I must say,” Alastor began, opening his hand when Husk pushed his finished drink towards him to grab it, “I knew you had quite a liking for apples, but I didn’t expect that to carry over into your choice of drinks.”

“And I can’t say I’m surprised you’re a whiskey drinker. You definitely seem the type.” There was a touch of venom in those words, shot back so quickly that it made the deer demon raise his eyebrows in slight surprise. Touchy, it seemed.

“Whiskey is a perfectly good drink, unlike that ghastly concoction of sugar and alcohol that you’re consuming.” He gestured vaguely towards the other’s glass as he lifted his own to his lips. 

“Funny, because I think most people prefer this type of drink!”

“Oh, of course! Miss Charlotte certainly enjoys sweet drinks from time to time. It seems to run in the family, interestingly enough.”

“How do you know that?”

“Why, she and I spend quite a bit of time together since we run the hotel together! In fact, we’re going to be going for an outing together very soon if our schedules allow for it. She owes me a favor, after all.” He brought his glass to his lips again, subtlety watching the king’s reaction to that. Just as he hoped, the other had turned his full attention to him, anger and disbelief clear on his face. Perfect.

“What do you mean she owes you a favor?” It was said slowly, deliberately, by the fallen angel with venom and barely disguised anger dripping from every word.

“Just as I said! We made a deal just before Extermination Day. I would give her the information she needed to defend the hotel if she was willing to assist me with a favor at my time of choosing. Very simple.”

The heat of the room increased as small bursts of flame exited Lucifer’s mouth, though his more demonic form was still under wraps for now. This was treading into dangerous territory, but Alastor was confident that he could still get the outcome he wanted out of this.

“My, does that upset you? Perhaps I’d be willing to void that deal if a better one came along. Say, the king of Hell owing me a favor at my time of choosing instead! Perhaps something extra added onto it as well since I’d need to go through all that trouble to void such an important deal with the princess of Hell.”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Lucifer’s head, the man obviously thinking hard on if such a deal was even worth it. But he knew in the end that the other would accept it because he was so protective of his daughter that he’d hate to leave her owing someone like Alastor a favor when he could do something about it. It was just a matter of time, and he allowed him to stew in it as he enjoyed his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Husk open his mouth to presumably say something but the bartender, smartly, closed his mouth and stayed quiet as soon as Alastor glared at him. Good kitty.

“What would the favor be?”

Perfect.

“Well, you wouldn’t have to bring harm to anyone, I can assure you of that, but otherwise, I cannot say.”

“You expect me to owe you a favor without knowing what it is?”

“Your darling daughter did so with very little hesitation. She was just happy to know that she wouldn’t be harming anyone, the sweet girl.”

“… And what about the extra part?”

“Hm, well, I’ve always been curious what an angel’s flesh and blood taste like. The other part of the deal would be you allowing me to partake without retaliation. Of course, if I happen to inflict a mortal wound on you, you may defend yourself as you see fit but otherwise, no harm would come to me from you during that time.”

“You want to… eat me?” The confusion and disgust was plain on his face and in his voice, and it only made Alastor’s grin widen.

“In a sense, yes. If you regenerate quick enough, I want to eat you multiple times, until I’ve had my fill.”

“Yeah, haha! No, I’m not doing that.”

“Perhaps I can sweeten the deal then. If you agree to those terms, I will refrain from making another deal with your daughter unless she brings up the prospect of making a deal with me first. How does that sound?”

Lucifer tapped his claws against his glass, frowning as he turned his gaze to the liquid still inside. Clearly deep in thought on if this deal was worth it. Eventually, he looked back at Alastor and held out his hand, which glowed with hellfire as the king’s demonic form made its appearance. “If you completely void any and all deals you have with Charlie and agree to not attempt to create any more deals with her in the future, then I’ll owe you a single favor at your time of choosing and… Ugh, let you eat my flesh and blood. If you go too far, I can and I will defend myself however I see fit, which may include your second death, but otherwise, I won’t fight back. You will need to give me at least two days between each… feeding to recover; this is subject to change depending on how long I need to recover, but I will let you know of any changes in that time frame. If you try anything before that time frame has passed, I can and will defend myself however I see fit. If you survive my defense, then that part of the deal is void and you will no longer have access to my flesh and blood without my retaliation. I do have to warn you that consuming an angel’s blood, even a fallen angel’s, can cause the incineration of the consumer if they ingest too much at once, so that’s on you if that happens; I hold no liability there nor will I help you if that happens. Do we have a deal?”

Alastor’s smile widened, impressed by the king’s thoroughness in this deal. He supposed it made sense; their king wouldn’t want anyone to exploit any possible loopholes in a contract with him to get the upper hand. In fact, it was very fair for both of them, giving them both protections depending on what could potentially happen in the future. He supposed two days between each feeding was rather generous on the king’s part and while he did not like that it was subject to change, there wasn’t much he could do to convince the king otherwise.

“It’s a deal.”

The deer demon’s hand glowed green as he reached out and shook Lucifer’s hand, his own more demonic form appearing as green and red symbols that represented the both of them appeared around them, the red and green light fighting to be brighter than the other until the red ultimately won and lit up the entire room. Husk had to duck down behind the bar from the sheer energy of it all, protecting himself from the wind that had kicked up. It was honestly a shock that no one else came running in to see what was going on, the energy coming off just the king more than enough to warrant attention.

Eventually, everything settled down and the two released one another’s hands as their demonic forms retreated. Lucifer was quick to turn back to his drink, which had miraculously not fallen, picking it up and practically chugging the rest of it. Alastor watched in quiet amusement as the glass was set down before he stood up, turning to face him. Liquid courage, hm?

“Something the matter, your majesty?” The radio demon teased, trailing his claw around the lip of his own glass.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you wouldn’t be making that deal if you didn’t want to indulge yourself in it immediately after.”

“My, was I that obvious?”

“It’s the look in your eyes… Was I wrong?”

“Hm, nope!” He quickly stood, leaving his glass on the bar top as Husk finally peeked out from under the bar to stare at the two of them, “Follow me.” With that, he turned and began to lead the way out of the bar area. He heard Lucifer thank Husk for the drinks and say good night before he heard the tap of those heels behind him. As they began to make their way up to the radio demon’s room, he could feel his smile growing even further in excitement for what was to come tonight.

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Alastor opened the door to his private room, allowing Lucifer to walk inside first before stepping in himself and closing the door behind him. With the door now locked, he was confident that no one would bother the two of them. Even if things got a bit loud, his room was far enough away from the other residents that they wouldn’t be heard. Personally, he hoped he was able to drag out some truly wonderful screams from the king tonight, but it may take a few of these feedings for him to find out what made the king really sing in pain.

“Eugh, I know I helped make most of the hotel, but this is just weird.” Lucifer commented, gesturing to where the room turned into a swamp, complete with trees, water, and the occasional firefly.

“Some might find your apple-shaped room ‘weird’ as well.” He replied as he walked past the smaller man and paused just on the edge of the swamp to admire the view. “We all have our preferences.”

“Hm..”

Alastor’s ear flicked as he listened to the king wander around the room, most likely investigating the various books on his bookshelves, the decor on the walls, and such. It was easy to pinpoint where he was, the tap of his heels on the hardwood floor making it child’s play. As much as he’d like to begin what they came here for, he allowed the other to continue his wandering as he himself thought about what to try first. The king was small and he was rather thin too, surprisingly, which meant there weren’t too many places he could go for when it came to actually taking a chunk out of him. Blood was easy; Lucifer had a humanoid shape, which meant that the neck would most likely be the spot to get the most blood the fastest. Perhaps he should start there and decide afterwards if he still wanted to tear him to shreds or not.

A line of black drool ran down his chin at the prospect of his prize being not only within reach, but compliant to the deer demon’s desire. He needed to control himself, lest he lose his prize within a night. Pulling a handkerchief from an inside pocket, he wiped the drool from his chin before pocketing it and turning to face Lucifer.

“Now,” Alastor began, catching the other’s attention, “I suppose it is up to you if you wish to stay in your coat and vest for what’s to come, but I imagine angelic blood stains just as much as human or demon blood.”

“It does…” Lucifer tilted his head and glared at him for a moment, his hands fiddling with the top button of his coat, “This isn’t going to turn into some weird sexual thing with you, is it?”

There was a loud record scratch due to the radio demon’s shock at the question before he let out an uneasy bark of laughter. “Ha!! Definitely not! Unlike our dear friend Angel Dust, I have no interest in such things.”

The fallen angel visibly relaxed, a sigh leaving his lips as he actually started unbuttoning his coat before moving onto his vest, “Good. I didn’t think to highlight that in our deal and realized too late that it could be a problem…”

The radio demon stayed quiet, tilting his head slightly to the side with his hands on top of his cane in front of him as he observed the other. Both the coat and vest were removed, along with his bowtie, and hung on the coat rack near the door before the hat followed, leaving the king in just a white button-up, his white pants, and his boots. The first few buttons were undone on the button-up, leaving plenty of easy access to his neck as if the other knew that was exactly where Alastor planned on starting. Maybe he did know, but it didn’t matter considering the fallen angel couldn’t retaliate without breaking their deal. 

Lucifer seemed to decide this was good enough and sat down in one of the chairs in the room, crossing his leg as he leaned an elbow on the arm of the chair and leaned his cheek against the backs of his fingers. Despite his current attire and situation, the pose and almost bored expression on his face finally gave off the picture of royalty he had not seen since he first laid eyes on the man. Now, Lucifer was every part of a king that was looking down at someone so far beneath him that it was an inconvenience to him to even give him attention.

Alastor couldn’t wait to wipe that look right off his face.

Carefully setting his microphone to the side, he tugged off his bowtie and coat before placing them on the coat rack alongside the king’s things. Best to try to keep some of his things clean, especially since the blood he was going to be around wasn’t red and wouldn’t blend in with his usual attire. As he made his way over to where Lucifer sat, he rolled his sleeves up past his elbows but kept his gloves on for now; no need to sully his hands with this meal tonight, but perhaps another time. 

No words were exchanged as he stopped just in front of the chair, head tilted slightly to the side as he stared down at the little fallen angel. It was a shame the king was so small, as it meant that Alastor would have to get on his knees or bend down uncomfortably to get what he wanted, but he supposed that was exactly why the other chose to sit down; one last bit of rebellion against this entire ordeal. Then again, now that he was looking more closely, there was space on the chair’s seat on either side of Lucifer’s legs, just enough room for his own. Grabbing onto the arms of the chair, the radio demon lowered himself down so he could perch one knee and part of his leg on the chair’s seat so they were more level with one another, the other foot staying on the ground to keep him steady. 

The entire time, Lucifer’s expression didn’t change other than the raising of one eyebrow as his eyes tracked every movement. That changed when the deer demon grabbed onto his bicep with one hand, keeping it still before the other hand wrapped around Lucifer’s head and pulled it to the side more so his neck was more exposed. The action earned him an annoyed glare and a warning hiss, something that sounded vaguely similar to the alligators that lived in Louisiana, where he had resided when he had been alive. It didn’t intimidate him however, as he tightened his grip on the other’s arm and lowered his face closer to that exposed neck, his antlers slightly growing in size the only thing to indicate his excitement. He finally buried his teeth into the fallen angel’s neck, pleased to find his fangs were indeed sharp enough to pierce.

Then that golden blood started flowing and Alastor could practically feel his eyes dilate and his antlers grow even further from just the taste of it. He had only gotten a little taste from the Exterminator angel head, and that had been enough to ignite a need to taste it again, but now that he had it, he was very glad this wouldn’t be a one-time deal.

It tasted like his favorite meal, and yet, it was so much more delicious than that. It was addictive and he found it difficult to pull himself away, burying his teeth in further instead. There was a slight burn to it as well, similar to alcohol but stronger and borderline painful as it went down his throat. The warning of incineration appeared in the forefront of his brain, his jaw closing further before he pulled back and tore a chunk of flesh from the fallen angel in the process. While Lucifer had been quiet the entire time, that movement had pulled another hiss out of him but nothing else.

He held the flesh in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing it whole, watching as Lucifer’s free hand came up to press against the wound left behind. Even with it being covered, he could still see the wound repairing itself before his very eyes. It was sluggish, but it was definitely healing much faster than a wound of that size should be. Angels were such fascinating creatures. It was almost a shame that Lucifer’s skin was already white as it could be because he’d love to see the color drain from his face the more and more he took from him. Perhaps he’d see it in his facial expressions instead. 

“I must say, you taste divine.”

“Do not start talking to me while you do this.” Lucifer said with an annoyed groan, clearly not happy with this development.

“You don’t like compliments?” Alastor dug his claws into his arm and the side of his head, nudging the other’s hand out of the way with his nose so he could lick up the remaining blood on his neck. “One would think the creature embodying the sin of Pride would love them.”

“I don’t want to hear you ‘complimenting’ me or my blood while you tear open my throat like a wild animal.”

“How tragic.”

“Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.”

That phrase was the last thing the radio demon expected the other to say, a bark of surprised laughter leaving his bloodied lips as he pulled away from his neck. What a funny creature. He let go of the fallen angel’s head and arm, straightening up as he watched the other’s hands go back to his neck to try to stem the blood flow while it healed. For a brief second, he wondered if an appendage torn off would be able to regenerate like his skin was. He’d love to test that theory, but perhaps it would be best to ask before trying it; it would be difficult to explain a missing finger to the others, even with Husk unable to tell them about the deal the two had made. 

“I must ask,” Alastor began as he grabbed Lucifer’s jaw and turned his face towards him, “if you were to lose something, say a finger or even an eye, would it be gone forever or would it regenerate like your neck is doing right now?”

“Here I thought you would have saved that sort of stuff for a different time… If I lose any parts of my body, they’ll come back. Usually in a couple days at most, I think…”

“Wonderful,” He practically purred as he moved his thumb claw to pull Lucifer’s left lower eyelid down for a better look at the eye itself. Given his sclera were yellow, it was difficult to see any blood vessels but if he looked close enough, he could just barely see the golden vessels that were spread throughout it. The red, cat-like pupil of the eye itself constricted as it watched him closely.

The position they were in was less than ideal for removing the eye in one piece; even if the king said he wouldn’t retaliate, his body would most likely flinch and try to get away on pure instinct. Perhaps if the back of the chair was braced against something, then he could work with that. Letting go of the other’s face, he leaned back and snapped his fingers, summoning a small number of tentacles around the chair. Two grabbed onto each wrist and tied them to the arms of the chair while two others wrapped around his middle and neck to keep him pinned, the rest holding onto the chair itself to keep it braced and unable to slide or tip over.

“Forgive me for this,” Alastor began as he leaned forward to resume his earlier position, hand grabbing Lucifer’s jaw again to keep it steady, “but I’d rather you not squirm so much as I take my prize. Involuntary bodily responses, I’m sure you understand.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to presumably say something, but only a garbled gasp came out as the radio demon’s claws slowly and carefully began to cut around the eye socket to get rid of the skin and muscle around it. Just as he expected, Lucifer tried to jerk his head out of his grip, most likely out of a survival instinct, and he ended up having to reposition a tentacle to wrap around the king’s forehead to keep it in place.

“Now, now, what did I tell you? This will only be harder for you to heal, and for me to claim my prize, if you keep moving.” Now with both hands freed, he was able to work twice as fast. It took little time to peel back the skin, fat, and eventually muscles that surrounded the eye. He had to hand it to the fallen angel for staying so quiet during the entire process, the only signs of his pain being his claws gouging rents into the wood of the chair, his clenched jaw, and the subtle jerks of his head and body as his instincts presumably screamed at him to get away. Other demons would be crying, begging, and screaming from such torture but there was barely a peep from the king of Hell. 

A shame.

Carefully, he positioned his claws around the now exposed eye and pushed inwards, scraping against the bone as they searched for the back of the eye. The deer demon’s ears twitched downwards when he heard the quietest of groans come from the eye’s owner, the sound promising of more very soon. As the tips of his claws finally found the optic nerve, he could feel his grin widen in anticipation of both the king’s reaction and his soon-to-be snack. He allowed the other a few moments to catch his breath and to allow his adrenaline and anxiety to build before suddenly yanking the eye back and out as hard and fast as he could. Just as he hoped, those few moments of pause amplified the pain, a truly beautiful scream tearing its way out of Lucifer that only pitched a bit higher once the nerve snapped and the eye was truly severed from his head. Tragically, the sound petered out quickly into rough gasps of air, and although it was short, it was everything he had hoped it would be and more.

Alastor held the eye up to the light, appreciating the way it glistened with golden blood that was beginning to travel down his fingers and drip down onto the other’s white pants. As much as he wanted to eat it right this moment, he instead turned his gaze to the eye’s owner in morbid curiosity. The left side of Lucifer’s face was covered in golden blood that was still oozing out of the ruined eye socket to stain his shirt and even his pants, his other eye closed tight as he panted lightly. It painted a pretty picture, even as the tentacles let the other man go and his head slumped to the side and back against the chair, hand reaching up to gently touch around the eye socket before being pulled away with a slight hiss of pain. 

Lucifer looked like a mess, nothing like the prim and proper man he had been earlier today.

The eye was set in the careful grasp of one of the tentacles that had remained before he smacked the king’s hands away in order to grab his face. He turned it this way and that in his attempt to sear the sight of it deep in his brain; he didn’t want to forget this moment, even if he knew he’d be able to do it again in the future. The eye socket was very slowly beginning to heal, so slowly it would be easy to miss the way the muscles were knitting back together unless one knew what they were looking for. It almost made him want to take out the other eye, but it would be more difficult to hide two missing eyes than just one. Perhaps another time, if he was able and had more time.

Instead, the deer demon leaned in closer and licked a stripe from the bottom of the other’s chin up to his hairline, humming contently at the taste. Then his eyes flicked down to that eye socket again, a wicked idea forming. He licked another stripe up the king’s face, but this time, he allowed his tongue to get caught on the top part of the socket before diving in to get at the source of all the blood itself. It was a vile act, but it was worth it just for another proper taste of that addicting blood.

“What the- Get your fucking tongue out of my eye socket, you demented freak!” Lucifer hissed angrily as his hands came up to grab Alastor’s arms in an effort to push him off, “That’s disgusting!”

Alastor chuckled as he allowed himself to be pushed back, licking his lips to get that last bit of blood, “It’s a shame your eye won’t regenerate quicker. I would have loved to spend the night tearing it out again and again if only to hear you scream like that again.”

“You really are the embodiment of the violent psychopaths I always knew sinners were.”

“I suppose in this case you may be correct, but you were the one to make a deal with said ‘violent psychopath’ to let him devour your body parts and blood,” He patted the other’s left cheek, specifically close to his wounded eye to make sure it hurt, “What does that say about you?”

“I did that to get my daughter out of that favor she owed you.”

“Yes, and now you owe me that same favor, your blood, and your body parts to satisfy my curiosity and appetite.”

“At least it shows the lengths I’d go to help the people I love. I guess you wouldn’t know what that’s like, huh?”

“That love of yours is what made it so incredibly easy to manipulate you into this deal with me, and quite frankly, what makes it so easy to manipulate people like you in general.” Alastor hummed happily and buried his thumb claw into Lucifer’s open eye socket, digging it in deep before dragging it back and out to slice open the skin and muscle further as he relished in the way Lucifer flinched from the pain. “You let yourselves be chained through deals so easily, it’s almost laughable.” He pulled his hand back and instead reached down to pick up the king’s hand and bring it to his lips, making eye contact with the other, “Whatever your reasons, I suppose I should thank you for being stupid enough to make this deal with me, so thank you~” 

Lucifer’s remaining eye glowed red in anger, spurring Alastor to curl his tongue around and between the other’s fingers in quite the effective method to turn his anger into confusion and disgust. With that crisis averted, he pulled one finger into his mouth and bit down hard, severing it from the hand with ease and filling his mouth with that delectable taste of blood. He kept a firm grip on the king’s wrist as the stump dripped blood in a steady fashion and he removed the severed finger from his mouth to hand over to the tentacle holding the king’s eye. Another snack for later. 

Letting go of the other’s hand, the radio demon leaned back so he could get another good look at his work. The bite on Lucifer’s neck was nearly gone but the skin and shirt around it were so stained with blood that it was easy to imagine what had happened there. His missing eye had barely healed at all, still oozing a small amount of blood from the cut on the bottom of the socket, and his new missing finger was also bleeding, although it was healing faster than the missing eye. Taking a metaphorical step back even further, Lucifer’s appearance was disheveled and blood-stained. Half of his face, neck, and even his chest were covered in golden blood that was both dry and fresh, and that glittered under the light; it painted a beautiful picture, especially with his mussed up hair and the dark circles under his remaining eye looking darker than before they started. Even though the king looked tired, he still had such an intense anger and disgust in his eye that he was near constantly directing at Alastor that only made him want to hurt him more. 

He wanted to hear him scream again.

Slowly, Alastor turned his hand upside down and pressed his fingers against Lucifer’s stomach, the heel of his hand just under the other’s chest, and kept it there for a few moments. If he focused, he could barely feel the king’s heartbeat under the heel of his hand. A shame he wouldn’t be able to pull it out and devour it. Was it red like a human’s heart or did it shine with golden light like the rest of the fallen angel’s blood? Perhaps one day he would find out, but it was doubtful.

Curling his fingers inwards, he dug his claws into the other’s flesh before putting more strength behind it to try to burrow his fingers into him. Lucifer was quick to catch onto his plan, grabbing onto Alastor’s shoulder with one hand while the other grabbed onto the forearm of the arm trying to pierce his abdomen. It wasn’t as if he was trying to stop it, but perhaps to have something to hold onto before it happened and the pain hit. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter to the deer demon.

All it took was one forceful push and Alastor’s claws broke through the skin, the fat, the muscle, until his hand was actually inside Lucifer’s abdomen, golden blood spilling out around his arm as the fallen angel gasped and nearly doubled over. He allowed his hand to stay still for a moment before opening it, shoving whatever organs that were in the way to the sides as he began to feel around. It was almost disturbingly similar to the inside of a human body with intestines and presumably the same smaller organs above them, the tips of his claws brushing against them and eliciting a groan from their owner. 

“Shit…” The king retracted the hand on his shoulder, bringing it up to his mouth instead, “I think I’m gonna be sick…”

Alastor’s free hand quickly shoved the fallen angel’s head back against the chair, forcing his face to the side and keeping it there. “If you vomit, please do it away from me. I’d prefer for your blood to be the only bodily fluid on my hands and clothes tonight.” As he focused his attention back to the task at hand, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the gags he heard come from the other; how embarrassing for the king of Hell to be reduced to such a state in front of him. Perhaps there were some good things about Hell after all.

It was amusing to poke around inside Lucifer and listen to his reactions, but it was beginning to get a bit boring. His hand wrapped around one of the loops of intestines, using his claws to tear through the mesentery, the thin organ that kept the intestines attached to the abdominal wall and one another. Once that was torn, he pulled the loop out of the hole he had made in the angel’s body to get a proper look at it. It looked similar to a human’s except it was gold instead of pink and red, which only made him wonder if the rest of his organs were the same color; they must be if this length of intestines was to be believed. 

“Your insides are just as gold as your blood, did you know that?” Alastor commented as he pulled the loop out further so Lucifer could properly see it, “I wonder if they taste as good as your blood too…”

“Don’t… Fuck, don’t talk about that or I will be sick.”

He let go of the angel’s head to instead grab his face, hand over the other’s mouth as he forced the other to face him. Such a little thing, covered in his own blood and so obviously trying his best to not get sick. He rubbed his thumb against the other man’s cheek, just under that missing eye, and grinned when the king closed his other one. So many residents of Hell would pay an extraordinary amount of money or even sell their own souls just to catch a glimpse of this, for even a single picture of it. Perhaps if he were like Vox, he’d sell pictures of this moment, but he was selfish and didn’t want anyone else to see their king like this. 

It was for his eyes and his eyes only.

As much as he wanted to tear open Lucifer completely and devour his insides, he knew this particular session would have to end soon. Just by the way the other was acting, it was obvious that if Alastor didn’t end it, then the fallen angel would have to do it himself. Best to remember that he always had next time to fulfill his fantasies on the little king. He released his face, trailing his hand down to grab his neck instead and squeeze until Lucifer opened his eye and grabbed his arm with both hands. He used the distraction to shove his hand back into the king, pushing the intestines back inside and into the general area they had been in before. Pulling his hand out and bringing it up to his lips, he released the king and finally stood up to begin licking his hand clean. 

His ear twitched as Lucifer groaned and pushed himself up from the chair, tilting his head down to inspect his stomach wound and poke at it. “That might take a while to heal…” He mumbled before pressing a hand to the wound to stem the bleeding.

“Quite. As much as I’d love to continue to tear you apart like a wolf with a sacrificial sheep, it is in our shared best interests that we stop for the night.” Alastor bent at the waist to be more eye level with the other man, his hands clasped together behind his back, “You have quite the wounds to recover from before we do all of this again.”

“Yeah, never thought I’d see my own insides so soon, but eh,” Lucifer shrugged, acting as if he hadn’t almost been disemboweled just moments before. The change in demeanor was a bit shocking, considering just how out of it he had been just before the radio demon closed the session. The king walked over to the coat rack, grabbing all of his things and placing his hat on his head before turning back to Alastor. “This all might take three or four days to fix, but we’ll see. I’ll let you know at the end of the second day if I need more time. See you around, bellhop!”

A portal was opened, the king stepped through, and suddenly he was alone.

What the fuck was that?

Had all the reactions before been faked or had Lucifer put on a false bravado at the end to purposely throw him off? He had thought the king was easy to read due to how expressive he was, but the way he acted before he left threw a wrench into that. Was it possible that Lucifer played into his expressiveness to throw demons off he didn’t trust or like? Then again, that meant he would be doing it near constantly unless he was around only his daughter so that was doubtful.

Alastor shook his head, plucking the eye and finger from the tentacle holding them before dispelling it and the others. He didn’t want to think too hard about that right at this moment; he’d have plenty of time to dwell on it during the next few days, after all. For now, he busied himself with placing his snacks in his refrigerator, cleaning the chair and the floor, and getting himself cleaned up. By the time he looked up at the clock, it was early morning and he knew he probably wouldn’t have enough time to squeeze in a nap until after lunch. Oh well, this wasn’t the first time he had pulled an all-nighter, and with a new plaything in his grasp, he doubted it would be the last. Time to get ready for the day.

Chapter Text

A jaunty tune quietly played in the air around Alastor as he spread the sheet in his hands over the long table in front of him, running his fingers over it to make sure it was completely flat. Today was going to be a delightful day for him as he would be having a guest over to indulge in Lucifer’s blood and gore with him. He had purposefully waited until today to make good on their deal again after learning that Charlie and most of the others would be gone for a good part of the day as part of a bonding activity. The only people left behind would be himself, his guest, Lucifer, Husk, and possibly Nifty, but those two would never tell anyone about this; Nifty would probably want to take a souvenir from the king, if she could. 

So Alastor and his guest would have all day to chat and eat their fill until anyone came back. That is if Lucifer didn’t quit halfway through, but he had been pushing the man’s limits to find exactly when he would be most likely to call it. Just as he had expected, the other’s threshold was quite high. 

It was honestly a bit of a shame that the wounds he inflicted on the other man didn’t leave some sort of scar behind. When he had spoken with the king just the previous day, there had been absolutely nothing to indicate the torture he had gone through. At least nothing physical. He hadn’t missed the way the other man would leave just a little bit more space between the two of them than usual. Only a few feedings so far and he had managed to leave some sort of lasting impact on him, which was better than he could have ever hoped for. 

A knock at his door broke him out of his thoughts, ear swiveling towards the noise before his head followed. After making sure everything was in its place, he made his way to the door and opened it, his smile widening. There was the little king, dressed in his usual clothes of choice for their activities: the white button-up shirt, his white pants, and his black boots. He wasn’t quite sure how the other’s white clothes always looked pristine and without a drop of gold on them the next day, but it didn’t matter to him, not unless he wanted to start keeping trophies like that.

“Your majesty, please do come in,” Alastor stepped to the side to allow him in before closing the door behind him, “You have impeccable timing. I had just finished preparations and was about to inform you of such.”

“Joy.” Lucifer replied as he walked over to the table with a frown, “Finally going to stop eating me on the chair like a wild animal, and actually act civilized for once?” He asked, gesturing to a side table that had a variety of different utensils and such on it. There were forks, knives, spoons, plates, glassware, and so much more for the coming activities he had planned sitting upon the little table.

“This is a special occasion, so of course I will be pulling out all the stops for it!” He walked up behind Lucifer, waiting until he had fully turned around to grab him and pin him to the longer table, “We have a guest coming over to share this meal with me.”

“ Oof- Guest? I never agreed to any guests, Alastor.” 

“True, but you never said I couldn’t bring a guest to these, therefore I am not breaking the terms of our deal,” Grabbing both of the angel’s wrists in his hand, he pinned them to the table above the other’s head, quickly tied them together, and then tied them to the table before letting go, “Besides, my dear friend won’t tell anyone about our little secret. She’s very good at keeping them, in fact!”

“I am not letting anyone watch as you tear into-” Lucifer’s sentence was cut off as Alastor’s hand covered his mouth and held his face tight, the radio demon leaving in close.

“Please do stop complaining, it’s rather annoying. My friend won’t just be observing, she will be participating. This means if you retaliate against her in any way, I will count it as a retaliation against me, which would go against the terms of our deal. Do you understand?” The two glared at each other for a couple minutes before Lucifer broke eye contact and reluctantly nodded, prompting him to lift his hand off his mouth, “Wonderful. Now behave.”

Alastor grabbed one of his legs, pulling it to one corner of the table and tying it there before walking around to do the same to the other one. He reached up to grab the hem of Lucifer’s pants, pulling them down slightly so they wouldn’t be in the way but would still keep him covered. It was only when he began unbuttoning the other man’s shirt that the devil decided to speak again.

“Sooo, I didn’t know you had a lady friend. I’m surprised anyone can stand to be around you more than they have to.”

“Ha, ha, I could say the same to you.”

“Ouch, and here I thought we were going to have a bonding moment about the women in our lives.”

“My friend is not a romantic interest of mine so do get that thought out of your mind.”

“Never said she was, but she’s still a woman that is in your life sooo…”

Alastor pushed open the other man’s shirt before looking up at him with a strained smile, “I understand you’re a nervous talker, but please be quiet or I will tear out your vocal cords so I don’t have to listen to you speak.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, the threat appearing to not have bothered him at all, “Damn, that’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

“Maybe I should tear out your tongue instead so I can watch you choke on your own blood.”

“Ok, ok, I get it!” He laughed nervously, his anxiety finally showing on his face as he turned his gaze elsewhere in the room.

“Hm.” He grabbed the angel’s jaw to force the other to properly look at him, “I don’t want you speaking to my friend either, not unless she speaks to you first. Understood?”

“Yup, got it, crystal clear!”

“Good.”

Letting go of him and straightening up, Alastor turned to grab the marker he had left on the smaller table, popping the cap off and setting aside. He bent down and began marking different points on Lucifer’s abdomen, the end result looking similar to something marks that people might put onto an animal they plan to dissect. In a way, it would probably be similar to dissection but they’d be taking the organs out and not putting them back in. He was glad he had told the angel to fast for at least a day before this; it would make the entire process so much easier for all of them.

He pulled out his pocket watch to check the time: about ten minutes before his guest arrived. That should be plenty of time to make sure their feast was ready. Picking up one of the carving knives from the table, he placed his other hand on the king’s chest to keep him still while he positioned the knife. The tip of the knife was pushed into the skin underneath his sternum before being carefully sliced downwards until it reached just before his pants. This was repeated with the different layers until the knife was able to enter the abdomen easily. Then he repeated this process to make the transverse cuts at both the top of the vertical cut and at the bottom. It took time to make sure it was precise and that he didn’t accidentally cut too deep, Lucifer’s small struggles and twitching didn’t help either, but eventually he was finished. The knife was replaced before he picked up four of the smaller knives and set them down on the larger table. Carefully, he peeled back the layers on one side before pinning them to the table with two of the knives, picking up the other two and walking to the other side of the table to do the same there.

Taking a step back, the king almost resembled one of those frogs that college students would dissect, all of his abdominal organs on display and within reach. Blood was beginning to slowly pool in between the organs, but he had made sure to not cut too far into his sides that it would leak out. Instead it made it look vaguely like a golden soup, in a morbid sort of way. A quick look at the fallen angel’s face showed his eyes closed and his face pressed into one of his arms as he took shaky breaths. No other audible sounds from him yet, but he was sure that would change once he and his guest began their meal.

Alastor pulled out his pocket watch again, checking the time, pleased to find that he had four minutes left; that was more than enough time to make sure he was presentable and meet her down in the hotel lobby. Their meal would stay fresh and warm the entire time, a wonderful plus side to the angel being so difficult to kill. A quick check in the mirror proved that he was still free of golden specks of blood though he straightened his bowtie before grabbing his cane. He opened the door to leave, pausing for a moment to turn back to Lucifer. 

“I’ll be back soon! Don’t move a muscle!”

“Yeah, sure, I can do that.”

The door was closed behind him, though he paused for a moment with his ears turned back to the room, listening for a minute. There was nothing, minus the sound of the king’s harsh breathing. Satisfied, the radio demon melted into the shadows to make his trip to the front door faster. With his guest in tow, he wouldn’t be able to do this but the walk back would be enjoyable nonetheless. He arrived in the lobby just in time to see the door be opened by Nifty, his dear friend Rosie entering with a smile on her face.

“Oh, thank you, Nifty. I appreciate it, dear.” She said happily as Nifty closed the door behind her before skittering off to who knows where.

“Rosie! My dear friend, it is good to see you!” Alastor called as he walked closer, allowing the other Overlord to pull him into a tight hug as soon as he was within reach.

“Alastor! Oh, it is so good to see you!” Rosie held him out at arm’s length to get a better look at him, “Imagine my surprise to get an invitation to this fancy new hotel from you! And for a meal, no less! What are you hiding here?”

“Something truly special, my dear!” He replied as he began to guide her to the elevator, waiting until the doors closed and they were ascending to continue, “It’s something I just recently picked up.”

“Oh? You gonna tell me what it is, or do I need to guess?”

“An angel.”

She gasped and immediately leaned in closer with a grin, “You didn’t!”

“I did. He and I have a deal. I can feed on him as much as I like, and in exchange, I released one of my deals with someone he knows.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Alastor? Here I thought we told each other everything,” She teased as she patted his arm.

“He was still defiant in the beginning, but he’s gotten more docile since then,” He explained as the elevator doors opened, leading the way to his room, “I would hate for him to lash out and hurt you.”

“Oh please, I’m not that defenseless.”

“I know, but he’s rather powerful and I didn’t want to risk your safety. I enjoy your company far too much, my dear.”

“You’re such a charmer,” She giggled as he pushed open the door to his room and led her inside, closing the door behind them. She stopped when she spotted Lucifer on the table, frozen for a few moments before looking up at Alastor in shock, “Alastor, darling, you didn’t tell me the angel you made a deal with was the Lucifer Morningstar.”

“But of course!” Alastor replied happily as he walked over to where Lucifer lay, smile widening when he spotted the other man’s angry glare, “He was happy to make this deal with me in order to help a loved one. It was very admirable.”

Rosie moved to join the deer demon, looking down at the king in intrigue and hunger, “My, that is admirable!” She reached out and pinched Lucifer’s cheek with a grin, giggling, “Usually when I say someone is cute enough to eat, I don’t get to eat them right after! I never thought in all my life that I’d be able to dine on our very own king of Hell, it’s really such a treat!”

The radio demon let her do as she pleased as he began to set the plates and silverware out for the both of them, making sure everything was perfect before setting out their tea cups as well. After that, he took off his coat and bowtie to set aside before rolling up his sleeves past his elbow. Once he was sure everything would be safe from any potential blood splatters, he made his way over to Rosie to pull her seat out for her.

“I always imagined our king to be taller though, what a shame…” She commented as she sat down, letting Alastor push her chair in for her.

“It took me by surprise as well. It’s not the intimidating figure I expected.”

“Not at all! But it does make him very cute!”

“I must disagree.” He countered as he moved back to his side of the table, staying standing for now.

“Oh, you wouldn’t know cute if it was standing right in front of you with a sign!” The cannibal giggled as she teased him before looking down at the body in front of them with a smile, “Where would you recommend starting, darling?”

“First, I must warn you that sometimes consuming too much angelic blood can lead to the possibility of spontaneously combusting, so please do be careful. I would hate to lose you in such a way.”

“Ooo, a meal with a little danger, how fun!”

“However, I would recommend starting here,” He tapped a claw just above Lucifer’s right eye, “It was one of the first morsels I sampled and it was quite delicious. He also sings quite beautifully as they’re removed.”

“Wonderful, I’d love to try it.”

“Would you prefer I remove it with tools or my hands?”

“You choose. I just prefer it to be in one piece.”

Alastor summoned a couple of small tentacles, one wrapping around Lucifer’s neck while the other wrapped around his forehead to keep him in place. A couple of larger ones wrapped around his chest and hips to keep him from bucking and potentially ruining all the work he had put into this meal. Just like that first time, he used his claw to cut around the other’s right eye socket before removing the skin and flesh in the way, knowing exactly how deep to go without hitting the eye itself. The sound of the king’s rough gasps were music to his ears, especially as he dug his claws in around the eye to make sure he had a good grip on it. He pulled on it slightly, claws scraping against the inside of the other’s skull as he readjusted his grip a bit to make sure it would come out in one piece. A quick tug back should have tore the nerve and remaining muscles holding it in place, but it didn’t, though the motion had dragged a guttural scream out of Lucifer. One more harsh tug finally severed the connection, the angel’s scream reaching a higher pitch before petering off into rough panting.

“There we are.” The radio demon held out the eye for his companion to see before placing it on her plate, the tentacles disappearing from view, “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is!” Rosie happily replied as she picked up the fork and knife by her plate, “You have such a beautiful scream too, your majesty! Who would have thought?”

There was a short pause before Lucifer chuckled quietly and spoke, “Thank you?”

From there, the meal truly began. Rosie talked about all the gossip in Cannibal Town, and the areas surrounding it, as they drank golden blood from their tea cups, snacked on fingers, and eventually moved onto the main course in front of them. It was as delicious as he had hoped it would be, using the knives he had set aside to cut out pieces of his abdominal organs for himself and his guest. The day slowly passed as they caught up with one another and made plans for the future over golden gore and viscera. Lucifer stayed mostly quiet throughout it, mainly quiet groans and whines leaving him whenever they went back in for seconds or thirds, although Alastor had managed to drag another scream out of him when he further mutilated his ruined eye socket to make it bleed again; Rosie had delighted in the sound of it, complimenting the king once again for his performance.

Unfortunately, the day was beginning to come to an end and the radio demon knew that Charlie and the rest would be back soon enough. However, he didn’t want to let his dear friend leave without a gift.

“Now, I know you must go soon, but I’d like you to have a parting gift,” Alastor began as he untied Lucifer’s left hand, leaving the other one still tied for the moment, “What about our beloved king’s left arm? Of course, you can’t have the wedding band there, but I believe it’s still a very good prize.”

“Oh, Alastor, I would love that! You always know just what I like.”

“Of course, you are my dear friend, Rosie.” He replied happily as he picked up the meat cleaver that had been untouched until now. He positioned the king’s arm before raising the cleaver, bringing it down hard at the elbow joint and severing the arm in one clean blow. A choked sob was the only sound to come from the other man as the radio demon picked up the arm, removed the wedding band, and began wrapping the arm for her in order to prevent it from bleeding everywhere. Once finished, he handed it over to Rosie, who was happy to take it.

“Thank you for today Alastor, and for the gift, this was quite the treat!” She looked down at Lucifer, her smile shrinking a bit when she saw his face, “Is he going to be alright?”

The deer demon gave the fallen angel a brief look, noting how labored his breathing was, the way his eye was squeezed shut, and the bleeding was sluggish. “Of course!” He replied as he turned to face her once more, “He’s built rather tough so he’ll be just fine!”

Rose still seemed a bit worried, placing a hand on Lucifer’s forehead and rubbing her thumb against it. “You gonna be alright, hun?” 

The question prompted the man to open his eye and look up at her, a small smile on his face for a moment before he spoke, “Yeah, I’ll be fine…”

She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she let Alastor lead her out of the room and down to the lobby. They said their goodbyes and soon Alastor was alone. He lingered for a bit before melting into the shadows to get to his room quickly to clean up. It was doubtful that anyone would even enter his room, but the quicker he got things cleaned, the better he would feel. Stepping back into his room, however, something felt off.

The radio demon walked over to where Lucifer was laying, his smile turning strained when he realized that the fallen angel’s eye was closed and he wasn’t moving. A quick look down confirmed that while he was unconscious, he was definitely still breathing. He had really pushed the limits of the man, and he began to untie the other’s remaining limbs and unpinning the flesh that had been held open before holding them together. It took longer than he’d like, but eventually the skin knitted itself together until it looked like it would hold itself together decently. That was good enough for him right now, but he didn’t want to have Lucifer in his room while he still needed to clean. He mentally tugged at Husk’s chain, calling him up from the bar to assist him.

While he waited, he began to clean up the plates, teacups, and silverware, setting them aside on the small table to thoroughly clean at a later date. Everything was soon stacked and he took the wedding band he had taken from the king’s hand, putting it deep into the pocket of its owner’s pants so it wouldn’t fall out. A knock at the door signaled Husk’s arrival and he used a tentacle to open the door while his hands were full with plates.

“What d’ya want- What the fuck!?” Husk looked horrified at Lucifer’s current state, quickly moving closer to check on him. “The fuck did you do!?”

“Stop shouting. It’s nothing permanent, I can assure you of that.”

“The guy is missing his eye, part of his arm, and all of his fingers, the fuck you mean ‘nothing permanent’?”

“They’ll grow back. This isn’t the first time I’ve removed one of his eyes or limbs before, and they all grew back,” He set down the plates he had been carrying before turning to face the bartender, “Pick him up and take him to his room.”

“He needs help, Alastor.”

“You are not going to tell anyone about this, nor will you go get help for him. Did you forget who you belong to?” Alastor hissed angrily as his antlers grew in size and the lighting turned to green around them, “Dump him on the floor and leave, stay behind and help him, I don’t care. Just take him to his room and don’t tell anyone. Do you understand me?”

The winged cat frowned but carefully wrapped Lucifer in the sheet on the table before picking him up, ears down and back as he turned and left the room. Alastor could care less what happened to the angel; the terms of their deal hadn’t been broken so he was in the clear. Although there had been something about the way the fallen angel looked while unconsciousness that pulled at… something, inside him a bit. He shook his head as the lighting and his antlers returned to normal, turning to finish up the cleaning and hopefully head to bed early for the night. He refused to spend time thinking about what that weird feeling was.

Husk POV

Husk tried to walk as fast as he could without jostling Lucifer too much. The fallen angel was so much lighter than he ever expected and the thought worried him. If he was missing an eye and arm, what else could he be missing? He had seen the way his shirt was left open and there had been a strange gold line down the middle of his stomach area. That, plus all the plates and utensils did not paint a good picture…

He kicked in the door to Lucifer’s room and kicked it closed behind him once inside, quickly making his way to the bed in the middle of the room. Setting Lucifer down, he pushed aside the sheet the other was wrapped in to get a look at his injuries again. They were bad, to say the least. On his remaining hand, he was missing all of his fingers but they weren’t actively bleeding so he figured he could leave them alone for now. His right eye was gone, but it wasn’t bleeding either. The most concerning was probably his missing left forearm, which was still bleeding even if it was sluggish. 

“Fuck…” He hissed softly, tearing a strip of fabric off the sheet and using that as a makeshift bandage for the other man’s arm. With that taken care of, he gently placed a hand on the other’s stomach and pressed down, horrified when it felt like it was empty inside. That couldn’t be right, but with someone like Alastor and Lucifer, maybe it could be. There wasn’t much he could do for that except hope that Alastor was right and it would all regenerate. 

“Okay, you got this…” He carefully pulled the king’s shirt off of him and tossed it aside before working on his boots and pants. It didn’t look like there were any wounds on his lower half, so he grabbed what looked like pajama pants and pulled them in so the other man was a little more covered. Deeming that good for now, he turned to look for something to use to help get him cleaned up. Instead, he spotted another door and sped-walked over to it, opening it to reveal a small bathroom. Thank whoever was listening to his thoughts. He flicked on the lights and grabbed a washcloth out of the shower, tossing it into the sink before looking for something to fill with water. 

He threw open drawers and cabinets trying to find something, anything he could use until he found a small bowl. Not ideal, but it was better than nothing. He turned on the water, filled the bowl, grabbed the washcloth, and made his way back to where he left Lucifer. The other man was still out cold and he placed the bowl on the nightstand, pulling the washcloth out of it and ringing the water out before turning back to the bed. As carefully as he could, he started cleaning up the angel’s face and neck of blood and doing his best to not potentially reopen the wound. The more blood was cleaned off, the worse it actually looked now that he could see just how ruined the area around the eye socket was. Thankfully, it didn’t start bleeding again, small victories. He tore off more of the sheet and folded it up before placing it over the socket, keeping it in place while he tore off another strip and began to wrap it over the folded piece and around the other man’s head. 

The process was repeated for Lucifer’s missing fingers, cleaning them up with the water and washcloth before wrapping them up with a long strip of ripped up sheet. He did it for his missing arm too, unwrapping it first beforehand. With all the visible wounds taken care of, he investigated the angel’s stomach again, gently touching a claw to it. It was solid enough and would probably be okay by itself for now, not that he could do much for it anyways; he wasn’t a field surgeon. 

“Damnit… Why’d you go and make that deal with that psychopath?” Husk sighed before checking over Lucifer one more time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. A groan from the other man immediately took his attention, the bartender brushing the king’s hair back from his face. “Lucifer? You awake?”

Lucifer’s visible brow furrowed before he opened his eye, squinting for a few moments before opening it more to look around. Another groan left his lips before he lifted his right arm and brought it towards his face, but it was stopped by Husk before he could touch the bandages. He looked at Husk in confusion as he gently placed the other’s hand on his chest instead.

“It’s okay, just don’t touch your face. It’s pretty fucked up right now.”

“What happened?”

“Alastor happened.”

“... Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’… How’re ya feeling?”

“Uh, tired and everything hurts. Fuck, I’m gonna be sore in the morning…”

“Considerin’ what Al probably did to you, I’m not surprised.” Husk bent down to gently pick up Lucifer, pulling the covers down so he could put the other man down and pull the covers over him, “Just don’t move too much or you might reopen something.”

“What’re you doing up here, Husk?”

“That prick called me to get you out of his room. Didn’t give a shit if I helped you or not, but he told me not to tell anyone else. Wish I could, if I’m honest.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t. Charlie and her friends shouldn’t know that this is happening.”

“Seriously? I think your daughter should know about this!”

“She’d be devastated if she knew.” Lucifer muttered, closing his eye as he relaxed into the pillows, “I’ll be fine, I can handle it.”

“Sure, yeah, that’s believable. Whatever. Listen, you need help after that dickbag does shit like this to you again, just let me know. I’ll help patch you up.”

“Thank you, you’re not as bad as the others.”

“Newsflash,” Husk walked around the bed to the other side and pulled himself onto it, sitting down next to Lucifer, “most of us here at the hotel aren’t so bad. ‘Cept for Alastor and Nifty.”

“You all seem to make my little girl so happy… It’s nice to see her with so many friends.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard not to like her. She’s got a personality that makes her pretty charismatic.”

“Ha, she got that from her mother. Lilith was always so good at getting sinners to like her…”

“... I’m sure she’d be proud of what Charlie’s tryin’ to do.”

“Hopefully…” Lucifer mumbled, “Hope she can see just how much Charlie has grown. She’s an adult, she’s got a girlfriend, and she’s running a hotel to help sinners; I’m so proud of her…”

“Maybe tell her that when you’re healed and feeling better. She gets worried sometimes that you’re not.”

“But I am!”

“Then reassure her, tell her. She’d appreciate it, I think.”

“I will.” He opened his eye to look over at Husk, a small smile on his face, “Thanks again, Husk, for everything.”

Husk scoffed, rolling his eyes and looking away, “Yeah, whatever. Just try to get some sleep. I’ll keep an eye on you for now.”

“Thanks.” Lucifer’s eye slipped closed again and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

The bartender turned his gaze towards the king, frowning at how little time it took for him to fall asleep like that. He must’ve been fighting hard just to stay awake and talk with him. It was weird to see the actual king of Hell look so battered and broken, and it was concerning too. He had been there when the deal was made, and to him, these wounds looked like fatal wounds all together, but maybe they weren’t for someone like Lucifer. He really hoped that was the case.

For now, he made himself comfortable on top of the covers on the bed, settling down to watch over the king until he felt he was out of the danger zone.