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Disappointment - Chapter5

Lucifer sat at his desk, working on some paperwork as Alastor loomed over him, observing Lucifer as he continued writing on his papers.

Alastor was invading Lucifer's space, hearing the red, deer-like demon breathing in his ear. That smug grin spread across Alastor's face, like it always had been.

Lucifer slammed his hands on the desk, quickly standing up. "That's enough! What the fuck do you want??" He barked, swiftly turning his head to face Alastor.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, his grin stretched across his face. He looked down at Lucifer, who looked quite pissed off. "I don't know what you mean, your Majesty."

"Yes you do!! You're purposefully trying to get under my skin!" Lucifer shouted, running his hands through his hair. He sat back down at his desk, letting out a heavy sigh.

Alastor tilted his head, a bit confused on what the king was fussing about, but pretty amused nonetheless. "Did you enjoy the pie I made you last night?" Alastor hummed, his grin widened, expanding across his face.

"It was..," Lucifer began, his voice a bit uncertain sounding. "Pretty good.., I must admit." He huffed, sounding defeated. He let out an inaudible mumble of words under his breath, trying to bring his focus back on his paper work.

"Ah! Glad you enjoyed it, your Majesty." Alastor chuckled, leaning back down, looking over Lucifer's shoulder. He continued watching Lucifer work, curious on all this work that seemed so important.

They both said nothing, the silence taking over the room. More than a few minutes had passed, and Alastor decided to say something. "What are you working on?" Alastor finally broke the silence, his voice hushed.

"None of your business." Lucifer snapped, his voice cracking softly. "Someone's feisty." Alastor teased, his radio static coating his voice, like it always did.

Lucifer hissed under his breath, the teasing only added to his already pissed off state. His head fell into his arms, his hands running through his hair, grabbing fistfuls.

He let go of his hair, slamming his hands onto his desk and pushing himself up from his seat. "Just- Go away, Alastor! The only reason you're here is to piss me off!" Lucifer snapped, his horns starting to sprout from his head.

"Well-" Alastor started, quickly being cut off by Lucifer. "It's the same as always! All you're ever fucking doing is trying to get on my nerves! You've never actually wanted to see me, talk to me, hangout with me, or do anything that revolves me! The only reason you ever actually do is because you think it's all fun and games to annoy me! Well guess what!? It's not, and I'm fucking sick of it! So go the fuck away and stop bothering me!"

Lucifer blurted, all of his words rushing off of his tongue. He sat himself down on his bed, trying to calm down at least a little. Alastor was a bit shocked by the king's words, not expecting him to get so mad, let alone say it out loud.

"I don't want anything to do with you! You don't want anything to do with me! You don't give a shit about me or my feelings! You never have-" The words quickly left Lucifer's mouth, all rushing out before he got cut off.

"And I never will. You're right, your highness. I indeed like annoying you, getting under your skin, watching you get pissed off. It's quite amusing, actually. Knowing how easy it is to make you mad." Alastor said calmly, a satisfied grin sat across his face.

"I must admit, I thought the king of hell would have more self control over his feelings, wouldn't you?" Alastor hummed, leaning against his cane.

Lucifer glared at Alastor, just wanting him to leave for another seven years, but instead never return. "Go away! For fuck sakes! I don't understand what Charlie sees in you! How does she have so much trust in you!?"

"I'm surprised she hasn't given up on you like everyone else has. But I'll be waiting for that day, the happiest day I'll have in seven fucking years!" Lucifer growled, sitting up again. Alastor walked over to Lucifer, looking down at the much smaller man.

"You're a disappointment, Lucifer. I can see why you were cast out of heaven. Youre worthless. Charlie hasn't given up on me, but I think it's quite obvious she's given up on you." Alastor's grin stretched along his face, growing wider as he spoke. His words sliding off his tounge, piercing right through Lucifer.

Lucifer looked up at Alastor, a shocked expression overlaying his face. His breathing quickly became ragged, the air struggling to find its way to his lungs. He felt as if he couldn't speak or move, as if his body was still.

Alastor looked down at the king, who struggled for words. Thinking Lucifer wouldn't speak anytime soon, he swiftly turned around, walking towards the door. He turned the door knob, swinging the door open with a quick flick of his wrist.

"Ch-Charlie's.. given up o-on me..?" Lucifer looked down at his feet, falling backwards onto the bed. As he sat there, tears started to rise in the corners of his eyes, eventually overflowing. The tears poured out of his already redening eyes, staining his rosey cheeks with a shiny gloss.

Alastor's ears fell back slightly, but he quickly shook the feeling off. He didn't turn around, nor did he speak. He walked out of Lucifer's room, shutting the door behind him.

The last person Lucifer thought would have even a smidge of hope in him. Everyone has given up on him, all but Charlie. But now, he didn't know. He didn't know whether to believe the radio demon, or to believe his gut.

Has Charlie really lost all of her faith in him? Had she really given up? How could he believe the demon's words? All he did was get on his nerves, toy with his feelings, how did he know this wasn't part of that little game Alastor played?

But then again, it could be true. Lucifer tried and tried to shake the feeling off, begging for it to go away, but it wouldn't leave. The thought kept racing through his mind, engulfing his every thought with sorrow.

Lucifer laid back in his bed, sobbing loudly into his hands. All he could do was hope this was just a dream, part of those awful nightmares he got most nights.

Pray he'd wake up soon, and it would all be a lie, a sick joke. But that wasn't going to happen, was it?

1103 words | Im sorry i havent written in another chapter in a while, ive had really shit writers block lately 😭