RadioApple - A deal I don't regret

-Chapter 2-

TW: Blood, Angst, Gore

Later that day, Lucifer was strolling around the hotel swinging his cane. He had an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. He missed his daughter, and the chatter of the other residents. There was always Alastor, but he couldn't stand the sound of his repulsive voice, and there was always a snarky comment following. He just really pissed him off. Strolling towards the elevator, Lucifer got a sudden thirst for a glass of wine.

After a quick trip down the elevator, he made his way from the elevator, through the lobby, to the bar. He went around the counter. Grabbing himself a glass and bottle of his favorite wine, he poured himself a glass and leaned on the counter sipping the wine humming a song he remembered from the first grand ball he attended. One of his favorite memories.

Lost in thought, Lucifer didn't notice Alastor's shadow behind him. Alastor's shadow rose from the ground just before he manifested. With a subtle voice he said, "Hello there, your shortness". Lucifer slightly jumped before turning to glare and the Radio Demon. "What do you want," Lucifer asked, annoyed just by the look of Alastor's obnoxious grinning face. "Why the attitude, I just wanted to see if you wanted to join me for dinner," Alastor said in a sarcastic pitched tone. "I made my mothers Jambalaya" He continued walking to the other side of the bar. "I guess, I'll bring wine to the table while you get the food." Lucifer said, reaching for another glass.

Confused by why Alastor was being so nice, he brought the two glasses to the table, and poured them both a drink. Alastor brought 2 plates of Jambalaya to the table placing one in front of Lucifer and Lucifer took his seat, and the other across from him just before taking his seat. "Why did you ask to have dinner together," Lucifer asked as he began to eat. "I was tired of your annoying moppy attitude, you looked so pathetic and sad being by yourself, for a king of hell who locked himself in his room for years, you get so pitiful when you're alone," Alastor said, spitting insult after insult.

"Thanks, you fucking ass hole, why where you watching me in the first place" Lucifer said, drinking his wine and eating. "Don't flatter yourself, You just kept passing my room as you were pacing the halls." Alastor stated, eating his food as if he were superior to Lucifer. His cocky attitude really pissed Lucifer off. Once Lucifer had finished his food, he rose to his feet, bumping the table causing it to push into Alastor. He took his dirty dishes to the kitchen. Then headed to his room and took his frustrations out on making ducks.

Alastor, getting up from the table, gripped his chest. With a snap, he made his dirty dishes disappear before fading into the shadows. Back in Alastors room, His shadows consumed his room just before fading away as he manifested, collapsing to the floor. Moving his hand, it was covered in blood. His staticy voice hissed in pain. Removing the bloody parts of his outfit, he tossed them to the side. He barely got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom to restitch and bandage the large gash left in his chest from Adam.

Lucifer had changed into a more plain and comfortable outfit than his every day outfit. Thinking over what happened at dinner he couldn't help but feel like he acted childish. Sighing, he decided to try and go apologize for his actions. Like the people pleaser he was. Walking down the hallway and towards Alastor's room, he started having 2nd thoughts. But then the thought of how, maybe if he tried to befriend Alastor, imagine how proud, and happy Charlie might be.

Knocking on Alastors door, he got no answer. Letting himself in he made sure to announce himself, "Alastor, are you here." Looking around, he found the bloody clothes lying on the floor. "What are you doing," Alastor's voice echoed throughout the room. "I came to apologize for my childish actions earlier," Lucifer's eyes fell to the fresh but badly wrapped bandages on Alastors chest. "So, you were hurt by Adam in that battle, and badly too" Lucifer seemed a little cocky with his remark. "Fuck off, and get out," Alastor's voice grew more staticy with his anger. "I don't think I should, you're very injured and Charlie would be mad at me if you ended up dying and I did nothing about it." "I would never accept your help" Alastor's attitude shifted to less angry to more irritated.

"Not even if it was in the form of a deal"

Alastors eyes widened. It's not everyday you get to make a deal with Lucifer himself. "What are the conditions..." Alator was intrigued by Lucifer's deal offer. "You let me help you and also help me make Charlie proud of me, and I'll give you the best thing you've ever tasted, Angelic Blood." Alastor's smile grew bigger.

Lucifer reached his hand out, Alastor grasping his hand. Green smoke surrounds them. Once the deal was made Alastor placed his hand over Alastor's chest and healed his gash. "I'd still take it easy-" Lucifer was cut off by Alastor's sudden grip on his wrist. "Now for my half of the deal" Alastor pulled Lucifer, biting down on his neck. As his sharp teeth pierced Lucifer, golden blood ran down his shoulder. "OW FUCK, you could have warned me you dick." Lucifer yelled in pain. After a few seconds Alastor pulled away. "That was divine," Alastor smuggly remarked. "Yeah whatever, I'm gonna go now, night Bambi." Lucifer left the room holding his neck in pain.

Lucifer made it back to his room. He couldn't believe he had just done the stupidest thing in his life. But it was all for Charlie. He didn't want to disappoint her and he knew if he hadn't made that deal Alastor would have died. Because a cut from an Angelic weapon can only be healed by an Angle. Getting into bed , he grabbed his duck stuffed animal, slowly drifting to sleep.

The next morning, Lucifer woke up hella tired not wanting to get out of bed. His depression gets like this sometimes. Though it had been a while since it had felt this strong. Curled up in a ball and layed there. His thoughts started to race around his head. His thoughts mostly surrounded how he felt about him being a failure and a father, husband, and king. As he got deeper and deeper into his thoughts he felt as if they were piercing his body.

His eyes started to tear up, he hasn't felt this shitty in a long time. But the thoughts just kept getting worse. His loneliness was starting to consume him. It didn't help that all the snarky comments Alastor made about him being a bad father and husband were rushing around his head. Getting out of his bed in frustration and anger he began an angry demolition of his room. Things were crashing and flying off shelves, but then he realized he had ripped the mural of lilith. Using his magic to fix everything, he then sat in front of the painting and cried. "What did I do wrong... I did everything you asked... am i not ... enough"