Painful rut ends with painful fuck

explain yourself!

Oh, so he thinks he can just ignore charlie? When he knows how concerned she gets for everyone. How she cares about each and every one of them, and how she can tell, most of the time, when one of them feels down. He thinks he can shut himself out like that and think no one will come and ask him why? That will not fly. You aren't gonna answer to her? Let's see if you won't answer to the king of hell as well, bitch.

He has been standing there for 10 minutes, waiting for the damn broadcast to end. He was not interested in making a scene on live, afterall. And he let out a quiet sigh when it did. Finally. Kicking the locked door down with ease, Lucifer walked in with a frown on his face. Yes, he could've just teleported in, but hey, where is the drama on that?

"Alright, smiles. You got some explaining to do." He took a notice on the weird smell inside the room. It wasn't good or bad necessarily, but it was strange. Only if Lucifer was an animal in some way, or had animalistic tendencies, he could've figured out that this is in fact the smell of alastor pheromones.

"Charlie has asked you three times what's wrong. THREE TIMES, my precious girl came up here, with pure concern for you. And three times you brushed me off. Out of respect and fear for your boundaries, she listened and she left. Because she doesn't want to annoy you. Me? Ha, I got all day." Stepping closer by the second, he came and came until both of his hand were on the arms of the chair alastor was sitting on, basically pinning him there. Thanks to their height difference, this actually made them see eye to eye. As small as he may be, he knew when to be scary when needed. He might be delusional and good hearted like charlie, but he sure knows how to fight better than her. "So speak up. What the fuck is wrong with you?"