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Lucifer could feel the warm blood dripping down his body and soaking into his clothes. There were voices all around that he could hear. How come nobody had come for him? Maybe his screams were muted by the outside noise. Yeah, that was it.
He hadn't been in this much pain in a long time. It wasn't as bad as the fall, but it was damn near there. Suddenly he heard a loud 'BOOM’ sound and moments after the things which had been ripping into his skin, holding him captive retreated into the machine, his body falling to the floor with a loud thud. He groaned. "fffuck…"
He huffed out in uneven breaths. His eyes were glistening in soft tears as he pushed himself up with the little strength he had left in his body, throwing himself into the top with his shoulder until it popped open. He hoisted himself up, standing up with little balance.
"Dad-?!" Charlie seemed confused to see him coming up and out of the weapon.
"Wooo… Don't go down there-urgh- it's a place of pain." His body couldn't stay up anymore, and he fell to the floor, almost hitting the ground if it hadn't been for something cold and soft beneath his head. It didn't really matter to him anymore; he wasn't able to keep himself awake anymore.
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Alastor watched the King come out of the weapon, blood stained clothes very obviously sticking to his skin. It looked uncomfortable. He sighed, however, it simply came out as static. He used his shadows to cushion the fall of the King, walking over to his now unconscious body. Alastor hummed in delight, but there was also some unease that seemed to creep into his voice. Alastor's gaze followed the voices of none other than the king's daughter, who seemed to be paying no mind to the scene at hand. His smile strained, teeth gritting lightly.
What kind of daughter - he stopped his thoughts quickly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it... For now. He leaned down, placing a hand on the king's shoulder. The two were soon engulfed in a green light, fading into the shadows.
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Alastor had teleported the two to Lucifer's room since he felt Lucifer wouldn't want to be in Alastor's. He used his shadow to set the king down on his bed, not wishing to touch him anymore than needed. He conjured up some bandages and solution to clean his wounds. He wasn't even sure if it would help, he knew very little about angels and nothing about their wounds and how to treat them. (He was just kinda free balling it.)
He rolled up his sleeves, rolling the king onto his back. He almost prayed that he wouldn't wake up, but he figured that wouldn't work out well in his favor. He slipped off Lucifer's jacket, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the wounds seething against his skin. Alastor grimaced. Usually he would have no reaction to open wounds, having seen plenty, but there was something about it that irked him to his core. Perhaps he was still heated from earlier. He wasn't thinking straight, that was all. He used his powers to summon a rag into his hands, nice and clean. He poured the cleaning solution onto it, gently dabbing away at the wounds.
There was a gasp. Lucifer's body sprung up, a seething groan leaving his lips. Alastor was as annoyed as he could be. He knew it hurt like hell, but he needed him to stay sill. A shadow gently pushed him back down onto the bed.
"Please, stay still, will you? I cannot clean your wounds if you thrash around like that." His voice was almost soothing to Lucifer. He bit down on his tongue, body stiff as he tried to keep his limbs from moving and causing more pain. Alastor seemed to be skilled with bandaging people, cleaning wounds as well. Lucifer was sure it would've hurt more if he had done it himself.
Alastor helped sit him up, wrapping bandages around his torso to keep them from getting infected. Well, if that was something that happened to wounds inflicted onto angelic beings. Past angelic beings? He wasn't too sure what to classify him as. There was silence in the room before a hoarse voice broke through it.
"Thanks..., red guy." Alastor's eye twitched in annoyance. "Now, I know for a fact you know my name. The sign outside your room makes that evident." He smoothed out his sleeves, throwing Lucifer coat to him.
"Please, do make sure to check on your wounds regularly. I'm not very educated with angels, nor how you heal from wounds. I have a feeling you're not too sure either." His eyes squinted at him.
"I'll be off then! Rest well." Alastor waved a hand and was soon engulfed into the shadows.
Lucifer watched him fade away into the darkness, now left alone with his thoughts. He tried to get up and quickly put himself back down when he felt a surge of pain cut through his entire body. It hurts. It hurts. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He could feel his chest start to heave, eyes growing heavy with tears begging to spill out. Lucifer finally let himself cry. No, sob. He hurt. His body, his mind, everything HURT. He ended up crying himself to sleep.
He awoke in the morning, eyes red and partly puffy. He had to get up. Sitting here and wallowing in self-pity was too embarrassing. He had to keep going. He got up, ignoring the pain screaming inside his body. His bones and muscles protested against every movement. He looked down, noticing the blood had leaked through the bandages. He ignored it.
He threw on a shirt and a different jacket since the one he would usually use was covered in blood. Fuck. His bones were aching. He took in a deep breath, but it hitched in his throat. The air seeped out of his lungs slowly, eyes clenching shut for a moment. He stood up, dusting himself off. He huffed, attempting to teleport himself. His powers refused. His body stung in pain once again. He grumbled, trying to calm his breathing down.
"I guess I'm walking." He huffed.
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Lucifer made it to the lobby and immediately regretted coming down at all.
The amount of people surrounding him was overwhelming. It was too loud. Every sense in his body felt amplified by a hundred. He began to swim in his thoughts, forgetting to come up for air.
A hand found its place on his shoulders. It felt like fire against his skin, and he wasn't sure why. There was no wound there. Why did it hurt so bad? He jumped back with a yelp, eyes wide and full of fear. It was Charlie. The touch of his own daughter made fear seep out of his body like a broken faucet. Charlie looked almost hurt. "Dad...?" Lucifer stammered out an apology. "Charlie! Haha... Jeez, I- I'm sorry you just startled me!" Charlie wasn't convinced. "You... What?" She blinked in confusion.
"Uhm-" There was a sudden presence next to him. "Charlie! A word, please?" Alastor chimed in with an almost sing-song voice. Lucifer was grateful. He couldn't bear to tell her not to touch him. He couldn't take it.
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Alastor pulled Charlie aside, watching Lucifer sink back away from the crowd and back into the hallway. He was gone. "Now, Charlie, my dear! Have you talked to your father at all before just now?"
Alastor hummed, leaning against his cane. She was silent for a moment. "I… I've just been busy-!" Her hand creeped up to her shoulder gently squeezing it.
"Do you even know that your father is hurt?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiosity despite already knowing the answer he would receive. She was stunned. Her eyes went wide.
"What...?" Her eyebrows furrowed in worry. "W-what are you talking about? I- He was just here! He was fine-" "He is anything but fine, my dear!" He shook his head, tutting away at her answer. She began to step forward and suddenly Alastor's staff was stopping her.
"Ah, ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you. You should leave him be for a bit, I have a feeling he doesn't want to be around anyone right now. Even you." The way he said you made her chest ache. She was his daughter! Of course, he would want to be around her!... right?
She dwelled on it for a moment. "Okay... will you. I-..." She chewed on her lip. "Can you tell me what happened?"
His smile tightened. The static filter in his voice disappeared for a moment. "No." His expression remained the same.
"what - no? What do you mean, no?!" She was getting a bit angry. How amusing. He hummed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Perhaps you should've checked on him when he was practically bleeding out on the ground." Her breath hitched.
"I- what? No… No! H-he was fine! There wasn-…" Her memories began to replay slowly. He had been bleeding. Holy shit. "Mmm, You remember now, don't you? Well! No matter, leave it alone for now. I'm afraid you will only make things worse. "I would-" She didn't get to finish. Alastor faded into the shadows. Leaving her in fear. She was a horrible daughter, she thought to herself.
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Lucifer had left the crowd. His skin felt too tight around his bones. He could feel everything. His ears were ringing and head reeling.
He stumbled into his bedroom, ripping off his shirt and coat to see the bandages around his torso were even more soaked than they had been prior to him leaving. He went to go remove them. The sound of slick, blood soaked bandages coming off his skin was so loud, it made his stomach twist. He couldn't do this. He was tired. He didn't care right now, he just wanted to sleep. He didn't even bother to clean the mess, blood dripping down onto the floor and sheets on his bed. He unskillfully wrapped a new bandage around him and slept.
He slept for days. Not all at once, of course. Honestly, most of the time he was just lying there in pain. He would wake up after a short moment of sleep, and he just couldn't bring himself to move.
There was something keeping an eye on him. He could feel it. Gaze grazing against every part of his body. One day, he had managed to bring himself up. He needed to see Charlie.
He felt the eyes on him leave. He was alone. It didn't feel right, but he brushed it off. He slowly got himself dressed and dragged his body out of his room and down into the lobby.
There were people around, none paying any mind to him, which he appreciated. He walked over to the bar, making eye contact with husk.
"Jesus, you look like shit." He huffed a laugh. Lucifer had nothing to say in response. A blank face for a moment, and then a smile. Husk was confused. "Are you okay- erm... sir?" Husk seemed unsure whether to ask. "Lucifer. Just, call me Lucifer." Husk nodded his head in response. "And yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. Have you seen Charlie?" Lucifer rubbed his hands together, leaning his body against the counter to keep the weight off his aching legs. Husk hummed for a moment and then shrugged.
"I guess I have. Girls been all over the place... Oh, and Alastor told me to tell you to head on' in the kitchen? Don't ask me why, I ain't got a clue in the world." He shook his head. Lucifer Thanked him, making his way through the lobby and into the kitchen.
There stood Alastor. "You've awoken!" Alastor turned for a moment, that same smile he always wore on his face seemed to be less forced than usual. "You've been watching me." Lucifer was blunt. Alastor let out a laugh. "And what makes you think that, dear?" Lucifer almost cringed at that last part, but it didn't seem to matter much to him right now.
"I could feel you there. Asleep and awake... You were watching me... tsk, creep." Lucifer tried to start something, but it was stopped with the sound of a bowl being set right In front of him.
"Eat up! Can't have you withering away, my, it seems you may already be in the process!" Alastor laughed, pristine and fake. Lucifer said nothing. He sat down, picking up the fork and looking into the bowl. He could smell a mix of spices, and there was obviously some shrimp and vegetables. He hummed, taking a bite. The flavors hit his tongue with hard intensity. He hadn't eaten in days, and he was just now realizing how hungry he was.
Alastor watched in delight. He didn't normally cook for anyone, but he figured he could consider this a special occasion.
A one-time thing.