The Apple of My Eye {Alastor x Lucifer} |Sadly DISCONTINUED|

We Meet Again.

Thousands of bodies littered the streets of Hell, Angel and Demon corpses, their faces still twisted with rage as though their souls still fought in the air. Demons huddled in the hotel, their faces horror struck as though they had never seen such a brutal massacre.

"Well, this years extermination has been....tough, but we'll get through it, I promise that to all you sinners!" Charlie's marry tone echoed throughout the Hotel's walls as she spoke to the demons before her.

Just then, a shriek was heard from somewhere inside the hotel, and an angel stood, wings torn and blood pooling around it as it glared at Charlie with rage, its eyes hungry for a final kill for its Lord before the Angel's soul faded.

It charged straight towards Charlie, it's spear in hand raised above it's head with bloody fingertips clutching the spear with rage. Charlie screamed in fear but before the Angel could strike, a tall, lanky figure stepped in front of her, grabbing the Angel's spear and snapping it like a twig, static around the figure's gloved hands.

The angel glanced at it's broken weapon before tackling none other than the overlord of Hell, Alastor. The Angel flapped it's bloody wings, anchoring the 'Radio Demon' to the ground, it's eyes ablaze. Alastor snarled, tentacles already twisting around the angel's neck. The angel reached over and grabbed the sharp point of the spear, plunging it into Alastor's chest, blood oozing from the wound. 

The angel had a few moments of pleasure before the tentacles ripped the angel apart, loud wails echoed around the Hotel, before the angel's body went limp, and blue met with black blood as Alastor started to bleed out.

"Alastor! Oh, No, No!" Charlie cried, kneeling down at Alastor's side as the ever-grinning demon growled in pain.

"Y-Your never fully d-dressed without a s-smile, m-my dear C-Charlie." Alastor wheezed, blood dripping from his mouth and down his chin.

"I am not letting you die, Al!" Charlie choked out the words, tears dripping down her cheeks.

She pressed her hands down on the wound, black blood swirling around her hands as she chanted something in Latin, her eyes glowing and a portal opened, the royal family portal, and someone stepped out of the golden arching portal, none other than the King of Hell, Lucifer.

Lucifer glanced down at Charlie kneeling over a demon, probably helping them, but it was not just some random demon, no, no, this face Lucifer knew, it was none other than the Radio Demon himself!

"My, my, look at this, the Radio Demon! All frail and bleeding, not so powerful now, are you, hm?" He taunted the overlord.

Charlie turned to him, her face brimmed with tears.

"Can't you help him, Dad? Oh, please, help him!" Charlie pleaded, the Radio Demon's eyes fluttering closed and his breath now came in sharp gasps.

Lucifer made a sweeping gesture with his hands, telling Charlie to step aside. She did what her father said, stepping aside and letting Lucifer kneel over Alastor's body. Lucifer pressed his hand up against Alastor's chest, closing his eyes and chanting something in Latin, his eyes glowing a bright gold and golden light seeping through the arch-angel's veins, healing Alastor's wound slightly. {Alastor has gone unconscious now.}

Lucifer got up, hoisting Alastor up into his arms. Carrying him over to Charlie.

"I will be taking him back to our house, I need to keep an eye on him so he doesn't succumb to his injury." Lucifer said, glancing down at Alastor, who's breathing was less shaky now.

"Very well, Dad." Charlie said, waving goodbye as Lucifer opened the royal portal and stepped through it, closing it behind him as he entered his white bedroom.

He laid Alastor on his bed, scooting a chair over to the bedside, taking Alastor's shirt off to get a closer look at the wound. He pulled the spear out, quickly healing the wound before he bled out again, throwing the spear to the other side of the room, it clanking against the wall before settling beside Lucifer's desk.

Lucifer looked at the wound carefully. It was quite a deep wound, but nothing Lucifer couldn't fix. He cleansed the wound once more before buttoning Alastor's shirt back up, sitting down in the chair beside the bedside.

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Lucifer yawned, boredom seeping over him. Watching someone healing was quite the bore to him, and he sighed, checking his phone.

'8:30' it read, and he looked outside, seeing that Hell's streets had gone slightly quieter, motioning that it was now late. Lucifer sighed, blinking sleepily, his head bobbing up and down a few times as he tried to fight his tiredness, before he finally gave up, falling into a deep sleep.

769 words! How about that?

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 of The Apple of My Eye!

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