Not so bad After All (Discontinued)

Bonds

No one's POV:

Days and nights wove their tapestry, intricately knitting the peculiar connection between Lucifer and Alastor. The demons of the hotel observed this unfolding dynamic with a mix of curiosity and amusement, well aware that the unexpected friendship held a touch of something more.

One evening, bathed in the crimson hues of the sunset, Lucifer found himself at the entrance of Alastor's radio tower. The usual banter echoed in the air, but underneath, an unspoken understanding lingered. Alastor, sensing Lucifer's presence, raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh, hello. What brings you here, 'your majesty'?" he greeted, a playful smirk on his face. Feigning nonchalance, Lucifer responded, "Oh, just felt like stretching my wings. Thought I'd drop by and see if the radio freak has anything interesting to share~"

Seated inside the vintage ambiance of the radio tower, Alastor, ever the host, offered Lucifer a chair, and the banter commenced. As the conversation flowed, the atmosphere became charged with an unspoken energy. Unable to entirely conceal his emotions, Lucifer decided to address the lingering topic. "Alastor, I've been meaning to ask about our deal. How's... you know, that one week has passed... my blood, you know." Alastor's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, my dear king, I was just thinking about that!" The mention of their deal hung in the air, a silent reminder of the unusual pact that bound them. Lucifer finally spoke, with a half-smile, breaking the silence. "Well, you did get a taste of royalty. Must have been quite the experience." Alastor chuckled, "Yes indeed, a delicious and unusual flavor. I would love to taste it again~" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I almost forgot about that part. Well, go ahead~" He showed off his arm, extending it to the other demon, watching his smile grow wider.

Alastor, not one to resist a tempting offer, took Lucifer's extended arm and brought it close. The room seemed to hush as he bit into Lucifer's wrist, the exchange of blood marking an intimate moment between the two demons. As Alastor consumed the blood, a surge of energy pulsed through him, causing him to release Lucifer's arm abruptly. Lucifer, momentarily puzzled, observed as an intense glow enveloped Alastor. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming charged with an otherworldly force. Alastor's eyes widened, and he stumbled back, caught off guard by the side-effects of Lucifer's blood, again.

Alastor collapsed onto the cold floor, unconscious and vulnerable. Suppressing any sign of concern, Lucifer swiftly moved to where Alastor sat, choosing to sit on the floor beside him. Gently, he cradled Alastor's head in his legs, fingers absentmindedly tracing through the demon's hair. In that vulnerable state, Alastor's usual composed facade had crumbled, leaving behind an unguarded moment that even the other demons seldom witnessed. Lucifer's big eyes softened as he looked down at the unconscious form before him, revealing a complexity rarely seen.

As he petted Alastor's head, a myriad of thoughts swirled in his mind. The unexpected intimacy of the situation stirred something within him, a realization that their connection went beyond the surface. Lucifer, the ruler of Hell, found himself entangled in a web of emotions that defied the usual detachment he maintained. The touch of Alastor's hair beneath his fingers resonated with unexpected tenderness. In that moment, Lucifer couldn't deny the growing fondness he felt for the eccentric, smiling, and charming 'radio demon'. The layers of their complex relationship unfolded, revealing a depth that both intrigued and unsettled him.

The other demons in the hotel remained oblivious to this private moment, continuing their activities outside the radio tower. Lucifer, lost in contemplation, continued to stroke Alastor's hair with a gentleness that betrayed a connection deeper than the contracts and pacts that typically defined Hell. He chuckled, questioning the morality of the situation.

They found themselves in a tranquil sanctuary, embraced by the comforting arms of silence. "Beautiful..." murmured Lucifer, a delicate blush adorning his cheeks as he admired the enchanting countenance of the other demon. The serene interlude persisted, revealing a concealed warmth within the ruler of Hell's heart, a sentiment gently alluding to the emergence of something more profound.

Contemplating a choice fraught with the weight of potential regret, the blond decided and followed through: he planted a tender kiss on Alastor's forehead, a nervous smile gracing Lucifer's lips. As he did so, he continued, "Maybe I fucked up..." His words hung in the air, carrying a sense of revelation and vulnerability.

Alastor, still lost in unconsciousness, remained oblivious to the subtle shift in their dynamic. Meanwhile, Lucifer grappled with the realization that their relationship had taken an unforeseen turn, the layers of affection and uncertainty intertwining. The room bore witness to a quiet transformation, the unspoken connection between them gaining depth and complexity. With each passing moment, Lucifer pondered the implications of his impulsive gesture. Would it reshape their connection, or would it fade into the intricate tapestry of their unusual friendship? The weight of the unspoken lingered, casting a shadow over the radio tower that had once echoed with banter and laughter.

Cradling Alastor's head in his legs, Lucifer cast a tender gaze upon the slumbering demon, his newfound tenderness revealing a profound shift in their relationship. The vintage room, now steeped in the gravity of their unspoken feelings, held the promise of a new chapter in the enigmatic bond they shared.

Author's notes:

WELL, DANG. THAT'S DEFINITELY MY FAVORITE CHAPTER SO FAR. KDHDIHFJT, I mean, 942 words?? That's amazing af 💐💐💐

Thanks for reading this, maybe I'll post more tomorrow (?) Or Tuesday. That's it, byeee!!! (I posted the wrong one, damn, I'm kind of an idiot sometimes ☝)