''~Addicted To The Poison~''

You Need Me

"To own you?"

"..."

"Yes."

Alastor looked up, the smile on his face widening, revealing some of his stitches. "Well, who would you want to own you? If it could be anyone?"

Lucifer looked down, not knowing what to say. "...I-i ... I- *hic* I don't knoOw..." His crying seemed to come to a close. "...just... Someone..."

Alastor extended his hand, "Well, how about we make a deal, then?"

Lucifer looked surprised, he looked Alastor in the eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. "...What...?"

"Let's make a deal, Your Majesty~" He said, his voice dripping with fake innocence.

He seemed hesitant, even in his intoxicated state. "...i-i doon't *hic*... knowW..." He leaned back some, attempting to put some distance between him and Alastor.

"Well, why not? You seem desperate." Alastor asked, taking his hand back, his wide smile fading some.

Lucifer put a hand on the back of his neck, "...W-well, Maggie- NoO, Vaggie, toold me 'bout yoou... S-she saiid-"

"Who cares what she said? I'm not the big bad person they all make me out to be, Lucifer." Alastor interrupted, smiling innocently.

"..."

"Cone on, your Majesty! You need someone to help you, correct?" He said tilting his head, "Let me be the one to help you."

"You want this. You need this. You want me. You need me." Alastor spoke, leaning forward, a malicious smile plastered on his face.

Lucifer looked down, then over, nervously. He seemed to be having an inner turmoil.

Alastor extended his hand once again, "Just a handshake, then... You can have everything you want."

Lucifer put his hands up, as if saying 'Hey, no'. "...S-sworrry.... Reeallyy... Soory... I-i just...*hic*... I can't... I-Imma goO to my rOom..." He said sheepishly, standing up from the bar stool.

Alastor stood up too, "I suppose it is getting late. I shall retire to my room too." Alastor said, politely excusing himself to his quarters. He leaves before Lucifer.

~ALASTOR POV~

As I walked to my room, I couldn't help but be angry with myself. How did that not work?! I've did it hundreds of times! I could have had so much power if I had his soul!

I continue walking towards my room, it's weird not seeing anyone here. Not even Charlie. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!

~ANYPOV~

As Lucifer stands there, watching Alastor walk away, he couldn't help but notice he seemed mad. He was going to go back up to his room, but ended up staying a bit longer, drinking.

The more he drank, the more he thought about what Alastor had said. He Did need someone. He needed someone to own him. He needed someone to take charge, to control him.

The more he tried to push the thoughts out of his head, the more the idea took over his intoxicated mind. Well, he wouldn't remember by tomorrow, right?

Eventually, Lucifer went to his room. As he went up the stairs, he felt dizzy and was stumbling, God, I shouldn't have drank that much... He thought to himself.

Once he got to his room, he instantly went to his bed to go to sleep, not even bothering to change out of his suit.

As hard as he tried to go to sleep, and with him being drunk, you'd think he'd fall asleep as soon as he laid down. But, he couldn't fall asleep.

He began thinking about Charlie and Lilith, and all the times they had fun together, before the arguments, before the divorce, before the disappearance.

Then all he could think about was the fight with Adam, how scared he had been when he saw Adam hurting Charlie.

Then, he began thinking about now. How depressed, and sad, and humiliated he felt with himself, and nobody, not even his own daughter knew.

Wait.

Alastor. He knew.

Soon, All he could do was think about the encounter with Alastor. How it played out. What he had did. What he had said. How pitiful he was. Listing all his problems one by one, then offering to help. Offering to fix them.

Maybe he was right. He wanted it. He needed it.

He wanted him.

He needed him.

He needed Alastor.

I need Alastor.