𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

Im gonna make you wish that I STAYED GONE.

As he stands up, he's greeted with the back of a head, large pointed red and black ears, and jet black deer antlers.

"Alastor." His voice betrays him, cracking under the weight of everything he was feeling right now; sadness, remorse, fear, anger, confusion, it all drips off of every syllable.

The chair spins around slowly and that manic grin finds its way to the demon's face. "Lucifer!" The demon greets as he pushes himself to his feet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Radio static clings to every word the demon says and Lucifer watches as he takes 2 steps forward.

"To what do you owe the pleasure?? You fucking- you left! You disappeared! What even happened??" the angel demands, stalking forward to point an accusatory finger at the demon's chest. "You owe me an explanation."

LOL THIS IS PRACTICALY A "MUSIC VIDEO"

"Lets begin, I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run. Oh, this will be fun."

The manic laughter sends shivers through Lucifer, who was staring down at the glass he had just dropped and left to shatter on the floor at his feet. It wasn't often Lucifer had the radio on, not after 7 years without his radio obsessed demon had up and disappeared one night. It had gotten easier recently to listen to the radio again, but it had taken a lot of work. But all of that is beside the point because he was back? Alastor was back and hadn't come to see him? After everything? Where did he go?? Why did he go??

Questions shoot off rapid fire in his brain and Lucifer doesn't know what to do, but he does know he needs to find Alastor. He deserves answers after 7 years spent in misery. Alastor had just dragged him out of the pit Lilith had left him in, only to shove him back in with no explanation, no note, no letters, no contact. The only assurance he got that Alastor was even alive was the fact that he could feel the magic behind their contract, even if it was blocked by some other powerful magic.

The angel doesn't even really know where he's going. His wings had sprouted from his back before he could even come up with a plan. Pentagram city flies by under him as his wings carry him through the chilly night air. His eyes sweep every inch of the city, looking for anything that could possibly lead him to Alastor. He's just about to give up when a neon sign hanging off of a ratty hotel catches his eyes.

On Air

Of course. Lucifer lands on the shaky ladder to the studio hanging off of the side, grimacing as the whole thing groans and shakes under his weight. How was this even safe?? He brushes off the question as he climbs up and shoves the door in the bottom of the room open and crawls his way in. As he stands up, he's greeted with the back of a head, large pointed red and black ears, and jet black deer antlers.

"Alastor." His voice betrays him, cracking under the weight of everything he was feeling right now; sadness, remorse, fear, anger, confusion, it all drips off of every syllable.

The chair spins around slowly and that manic grin finds its way to the demon's face. "Lucifer!" The demon greets as he pushes himself to his feet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" radio static clings to every word the demon says and Lucifer watches as he takes 2 steps forward.

"To what do you owe the pleasure?? You fucking- you left! You disappeared! What even happened??" the angel demands, stalking forward to point an accusatory finger at the demon's chest. "You owe me an explanation."

The finger is slapped out of the air and a hand lands firmly on Lucifer's chest, shoving him back a foot or so. "I owe you?? I owe you?? I don't owe you anything!" the demon snaps, antlers groaning and creaking as they grow on his head.