Broadcast (Radioapple/Appleradio)

- Chapter 3: Golden blood -

!!Blood and SH (not intended for the worst) warning!!

L: "What do you want? Why are you here?"

A: "Calm yourself down, cant a man check up on their friends?"

L: "You and I are NOT friends, and never will be friends."

A: "Well aren't you such a ray of sunshine!~"

Alastor then disappeared, turning into shadows. Lucifer sighed, relieved that the sinner was gone, or so he thought. He closed the door, and turned around to head to his desk, but saw the Radio Demon picking up his paperwork.

L: "Get out! I didn't invited you in!"

A: "Now now, that is no way to treat your guest.~"

L: "What are you doing with my paper work?!"

A: "I'm helping you out and fixing it!"

L: "I don't need help!"

A: "Are you sure? Because from the looks of it, you clearly do.~"

Lucifer was about to say something back, but the Radio Demon finished, placing his paperwork back on his desk. There was no use in fighting, now that Alastor had helped him out. He glared at Alastor, but went over to his desk and sat down to finish his work. The king had a long day ahead of him. He was about to start, when he heard a small painful groan. He turned around to see Alastor on his knees, holding his chest like his life depended on it (which it did).

L: "Now, bowing down to the king? Just the way i like it."

A: "No you idiot! It's- UGH!.. c-complicated."

L: "Geez, just admit that you're hurt man, I can help you out.."

A: "I though you hated me? Good to know that the king of Hell is going soft for his enemies.~"

L: "Oh no, don't get the wrong idea. I'm doing this for Charlie, since it seems you two are really close, and like she needs you in the hotel, nothing more. I promise, I am NOT going soft."

A: "Hmm, very well then-"

The Radio Demon then groaned again, as he stayed there on his knees, holding onto his chest. He felt weak, and he hated that. He hated how it was the king of Hell himself who was seeing him in this state. He looked up, to see Lucifer with a bit of a worried expression, as he then sighed, and looked through his desk.

A: "W-what are you looking for, my King?~"

L: "Ew, don't say it like that. And if you must know, I'm searching for my blade."

A: "I'm sorry, did I hear that correctly? Your blade? Why would someone like you have a-... Never mind. Why do you need it?"

L: "No questions asked.... AHA! Found it."

Lucifer showed Alastor his small blade. It looked old, but still sharp.

L: "Look, I can heal your wound quicker then expected, but I need to give you my blood."

A: "Ah, so that's what the blade is for.~"

L: "Yes, but for me to lend you my blood, I would like something in return."

A: "And that would be?"

L: "Do not ruin my daughters dreams. I know about your little plan."

A: "Fine, if I must.~ But only if you give me more blood anytime An angels blood is so delicious to waste any opportunity. Is it a deal?~"

L: "Whatever, deal."

They both shock hands. The deal was made. Lucifer then took his blade and slit his wristed open, golden blood beginning to pour out. The king groaned in a bit of pain. It had been centuries since he last slit his wrist open, since he used to do it to heal any cut Lilith or Charlie would get. Since they left, he found no use in doing it again up until now. This left Alastor a bit amused, but this was Hell, anything could happen. Lucifer sat down in front of Alastor, and showed him his cut wrist.

L: "Here, drink up before I change my mind and cut the deal off."

A: "Calm yourself down, your majesty.~"

Alastor leaned in, and took Lucifer's bleeding wrist, drinking the golden, delightful blood. Alastor absolutely loved angels blood, he figured that out when he devoured a dead angel after the battle, but there was something about Lucifer's blood that just tasted, better. Soon, his wound started to heal. He got curious and wondered why Lucifer's blood could heal his wound, but not an exterminator's, in other words, another angel's blood, but he decided not to question this. Some minutes passed, Alastors wound was healed, so he didn't need anymore blood, but he kept drinking.

L: "Okay, that's enough blood."

Lucifer then pulled his arm away.

A: "But your blood is just too delicious to waste.~"

Alastor then took Lucifer's wrist and started to drink more, but Lucifer quickly yanked his arm away.

L: "I said no more, drink too much blood and something bad could happen to me."

A: "Like if you could die."

L: "Still."

A: "And what's this 'bad thing' that could happen to you if I drink too much of your, precious and tasty golden blood?~"

L: "Like I'd tell you. You're lucky I even gave you my blood."

A: "I am. It's not every day the king of Hell offers a sinner his blood."

L: "Screw you."

Lucifer then teleported out of his room, leaving Alastor in there alone. Alastor didn't stay long before he teleported into his radio shack. He decided to do a broadcast, and maybe help out Charlie rehabilitating sinners, by letting them know that the king of Hell himself was staying at this rinky-dink hotel, 'cause that would certainly catch a sinners interest.

To be continued...

This was a bit shorter then expected, but i had to post something for you readers. Again, if any grammar mistake, I'm really sorry sorry.