Why? RadioApple

Chapter 2

"Show me it."

"Its none of you concern, as i have stated earli-" "I'll heal it." Lucifer interrupts, again.

Alastor sighs in defeat, he starts by taking off his coat.

Looking around at the dimly lit room, he rethinks his choices, why is he letting the king do this, why let him see possible weaknesses, but his wordy thoughts were interrupted by the stabbing pain, still as painful as the day he received the wound, affecting him just the same, pain growing each day to come. He took the other sleeve of his coat off quicker, ready to be rid of the gash.

He swiftly started unbuttoning the slightly blood stained, white dress shirt. Once done, the Radio Demon slowly removes the gauze, not to put himself in any more pain.

Lucifer quickly steps up and starts inspecting the wound carefully, he noticed the blood that's profusely leaking though, staining Alastor's chest with more and more. Lucifer quickly mentions while observing the gash, "You'll need either angelic healing," Alastor scoffs knowing the impossibilities, "or angelic blood."

The Radio Demons ears perk up at the new knowledge but then hope began to slowly fade, "Well, where am i going to get angelic blood from. The cannibals ate most of the angels that fell from the fight during the previous extermination. I donated the rest of them to Rosie for her to sell. I doubt that i should hope that there is going to be another extermination for the time being, not now, dear Niffty killed Adam, they will need to get a new leader before we have a new one,"

The deer continued rambling his thoughts out loud, not realizing the king in front of him, holding a smug smile on his face.

Lucifer put a finger up, silencing the deers rambling and most of his wandering thoughts, his finger was smacked away from Alastors face.

The king rolled up his sleeve and put his wrist up to the Radio Demons face, "Here."

Lucifer looked away, almost in shame of offering his blood to a lowly sinner, "Drink. You wont survive with that cut much longer, it'll be the death of you, the angelic magic soon may get into your system and it'll st-" the king squeaked at the sudden grasp of his wrist.

"Are you sure..." the deer quietly questioned, his mind reeling from the thought of the delicious taste of the angelically sweet blood, the Radio Demon stared at the offered wrist, waiting to piece the skin, to let the sweet and cherished golden blood drip, from a king for that matter.

"...maybe... BUT! this is- is a one time thing! you got that.. mr... uhhh... mrrr.... I- eat people, uhhhhh... shitty... smile!-...man!" Lucifer stuttered in uncertainty, trying to find the right words to get his message through.

The deer made a face at Lucifers poor word choice but complied.

His teeth slightly grazed the skin that was offered, readying the midget for whats to come. The deer sunk his teeth rapidly into the kings skin.

-

"Al's been gone a long time, should we check up on him?" Charlie mentioned, worried about the possible mischief he could be up to.

"Im sure he's fucking fine," a drunk Husk subtly mentions, finally joining in on the conversation, "he's never gotten himself in enough trouble to bring anything here."

After that, Vaggie tries to reassure Charlie, that no mishaps will hurt Alastor or her father, "Besides, aren't they like, the strongest beings in this hotel, your dad is the literal king, the strongest being in all of hell, no one would dare to harm him." "Except Al!" Angel Dust adds, sitting at the bar, raising his hand as if he was waiting to be called on, pausing his continuous flirting with Husk.

Vaggie speaks through clenched teeth, "Not. The. Time. Angel." She emphasizes his name.

"Whaaaaaaat? I'm just trying to be heeelpfuuul!" He says, smug grin creeping up on his face.

Charlie looks genuinely terrified of the possible outcomes 'What if Al hurts my dad! What if he has a plan to take over and- and this whole "entertainment" thing was just a ruse to- to get to me! and then what if he tries to-'

She jumps at a sudden touch. Vaggie put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "Don't let Angel's dumb comments get to your head. Alastor... AND, your dad, will be just fine. The cheesy shit-lord would never try that, Lucifer knows better than that. He's been alive for- what? Eons now?"

Charlie continues to overthink it, "Well, what if-" "Its just a what if babe, how about this, ill go and check on them, then report back to you, ok?"

Charlie joylessly nods, a little hope back in her eyes, and smiles slightly, "That... would be nice, thank you" She speak a little slower, with less enthusiasm than before, more worry.

"Ok, i'll come back in a couple minutes." Vaggie

-

The king squeaked at the sudden shot of pain that Alastor inflicted with his bite. Lucifer bit his lip to refrain from letting out... unholy sounds. Did he like this?

Alastor continued, not letting a single drop of the heavenly tasting blood, cherishing every moment he fed, only having bloodlust, desperate for more, wanting more, needing more. More and more and more and more. Sweet and Bitter, all at once. The blood slightly lighted up the room, which was only lit by a small lamp on his bedside table.

Lucifer, worried that this might go too far, pushed Alastor away, onto his bed. He rubbed the bitten area with a handkerchief, all traces of the bite disappearing.

Alastor stands up, Lucifer realizing what just happened, "Are we done here?"

"Not quite..." Alastor starts walking towards the front of the room then faces the dwarf. "I have a proposition. A proposal. An offer. A deal." The static filter increasing, Alastors grin grows, ear to ear.

"And what could you offer me? You have nothing that I'm interested" Lucifer scoffs, unimpressed by the possibilities, and what could he offer, he was just a lowly sinner, the king had everything, right?

"I have something that might- just might! be of interest to you, your majesty." His grin grows and the bed side lamp flickers.

~ A signing off