Daddy's Girl Alastor X Reader

Ch10--Beneath the Sheets and Between the Doses

Your coughing grew worse over the day, prompting Lucifer to take you to a doctor, where you had indeed developed pneumonia. And in turn, gotten Alastor sick aswell, along with everyone else in your family. You were all on antibiotics and were exhausted due to the injections each of you had received. Needless to say, the royal family didn't do much over the course of the next few days.

Initially, you'd thought you were the only one who had pneumonia. But after going to see Lynch, the family practitioner, she'd demanded that the rest of the people in the castle also be given injections, including the imps that had been working in the castle.

You had developed bacterial pnuemonia, which was highly contagious within the first forty-eight hours, and would continue to be contagious if not treated within that window.

You had though she was doing it just to be on the safe side, but as Alastor and the rest of your family began coughing you'd been thankful she had given the rest of the people in the castle anti-bacterials.

Through your exhaustion, your body felt like it was made of lead. It had been three days, but they were heavy drugs, even Alastor hadn't lasted more than a couple of hours before giving in to the demand of the drugs. In total, each sinner and demon alike had gotten a total of four injections.

Even now as you woke for the first time since you'd succumbed to the drugs, you felt sluggish, and Alastor was still in a deep sleep with his arms wrapped around you.

When you shifted in his hold, he didn't even stir. But you were shockingly enough, hungry.

So you forced yourself out of bed and trudged down the hall, seeing a few imps who had gotten up to walk around. Marlowe included. Her tail drug limply on the ground behind her, but she and the rest of the imps had come off the drugs faster, so they had been up trying to clean and disinfect every square inch of the castle.

Besides, Imps were infamous for recovering from anything at a shockingly fast rate, so it wasn't that shocking.

Marlowe heard your footsteps and turned, a weary smile on her face.

"You're up soon. Even your father hasn't woken in the past few days." Marlowe smiled as you grew nearer.

"I got hungry, plus I need to drink something and I haven't refilled my minifridge since last month. I finally ran out of everything a couple of weeks ago." You muttered, rubbing your head a bit as you let out a sigh.

"What are you hungry for?" Marlowe asked.

"I was thinking about making fried chicken honestly."

"Bold." Marlowe smiled, stepping into the kitchen to help. As you dug through the fridge, you found the drumsticks you were looking for and smiled as you realized they were still fresh. In only a few more moments, cooking was underway as you made a fantastic Louisiana style dinner.

You'd made plenty, using all of the chicken so that it wouldn't go bad.

Pounds of macaroni and mashed potatoes, pounds of green beans.

Once it was done, you called the imps in to get their fill, each thanking you with a bright smile.

But the smell also brought your parents down.

Both still wore silk pajamas, but they looked alive enough.

"Hungry?" You asked with a smile as the last few imps trotted away to the dining room where you'd instructed them to eat.

"It definitely smells good." Lucifer breathed, stretching until he trembled.

"Is Alastor still asleep?" Lilith asked softly, pulling her long hair over her shoulder.