Alastor glared at the demon king when he made no move to leave, and instead sat down in his chair. Moving his hand up to wipe sweat from his brow, as well as run a hand through his hair, Alastor noticed his antlers had grown in size by a bit. Oh, wonderful! His control truly was starting to slip out of his grasp.
He listened to Lucifer speak, and while he did feel a shred of guilt (that's... new) for upsetting Charlie, it was quickly overshadowed by his screaming instincts which he was struggling to hold back.
While he was relieved Lucifer fixed the door he had broken down, it did nothing to quell the rising tension he felt quickly overtaking him.
"You really think I WANT to be cooped up in here for days on end? I'm distancing myself for a good reason, and I shouldn't have to explain myself. Especially to the likes of Y̸͓̠͛O̷̙̜̒͝Ǘ̵͜."
His voice was distorted by his radio static there for a moment, but he managed to recollect himself. Red eyes drank in the sight of 'His Majesty', sitting comfortably in his chair like the owned the place, and he unknowingly licked his lips, his grip on the microphone staff tightening.
"I'll come out when I feel the time is right, I assure you. Now; I'm asking you one last time to please, L̴̽̀͜Ḙ̸̪̜͒͌̓Ä̴̋ͅV̶̨͙͉̫̝̀É̸͎̦̦̏̈́."
His ears flicked restlessly; he was truly at the end of his rope. If Lucifer didn't leave now, he was sure this was going to end up getting messy, one way or another.
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Painful rut ends with painful fuck
RomansAlastor has been distancing himself because of the painful rut he has been going through. Charlie was worried about him, but Alastor wouldn't answer to her, and refuse to talk to her. Upset that her daughter is upset, Lucifer decided to take matters...
