🌹🍎Strawberry Applesauce 📻🥀~ Appleradio/Radioapple oneshots

🥀freak🥀

Note: all of the descriptions given are of my headcanon designs for the characters. This goes for any other stories.

TW: Gore, body horror, use of profanity

Lucifer pov(third person):

Lucifer sat at the bar, holding his glass of apple cider in his hands, doing his ever best to ignore the Pornstar spider demon's flirtatious attitude with the catlike bartender. The king of hell had to resist every urge to punch Angeldust in the face; he wanted to try and reconnect with his daughter emotionally and harming one of her hotel's residents wasn't going to help in that cause. Speaking of his daughter, she was currently chatting with her girlfriend (Maggie was it..?) about something inaudible from where the fallen angel was sitting. He sipped on his apple cider and turned his head to the main staircase of the hotel just in time to see Alastor, the radio demon, walking down the stairs with his two 'girl besties' Rosie, the Cannibal Overlord, and Catalina, the Viper Overlord. The trio seemed to be talking about something cannibalistic based on their pleased (and slightly hungry) expressions.

The radio demon noticed Lucifer staring at them and glared daggers at the shorter male. He then went back to his conversation with the two female Overlords. It hurt the devil to see Alastor look at him like that, but he knew it was for the best. Who knows what could happen if word got out that the king of hell had remmaried to a lowly mortal soul? He sighed and finished his apple cider and set the glass on the bar counter. "Refil, please." he murmured, looking down at his lap and rubbing his forehead. Husk, the cat-demon bartender, took Lucifer's now empty glass and poured it almost full of apple cider. "You know, you shouldn't drink too much of this." the cat said, setting the glass back down in front of the fallen angel, who sighed and took the glass. "Yeah I know, this'll be my last one." Lucifer said, taking a swig of the apple flavored liquid in the glass.

Suddenly, a sharp pain began to run down the sides of Lucifer's spine, and he had to hold in a pained gasp. He quickly downed the rest of the apple cider and quickly teleported out of the hotel's lobby and to his room. "Dammit why now..?" he rasped, trying to walk to the bathroom only to collapse onto the floor from the pain. He cried out in pain, clutching his shoulders and backing up against the wall. Soon the pain spread to his face and eyes, to then almost everywhere around his upper body. Tears began to build in his eyes as three pairs of pale blue and silver feathery wings sprout up from his back, splattering golden blood across the neat velvety carpet and wall and tearing through the back of his clothing. Luicfer began to shake and more tears flowed down his face as one by one hundreds of tiny eyes began to split open on his face, more blood spurted from the eyes opening up, and he cried out in pain once more. His vision became blurry, and his chest felt tight. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and more and more tears flowed from his eyes and more and more blood dripped from the wounds. The fallen angel didn't even notice the scars from his fall appearing all over his body nor the pristine shattered halo cutting his forehead as it rearranged itself on his head.

He knew he deserved this, he just wished it would kill him instead.

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Alastor's POV (third person):

"Ooo!!~ what if we go out and kill some motherfuckers?" Catalina suggested, her snakelike eyes sparkling and her smile wide. "I'm, not opposed." Alastor replied, sounding a bit unsure. He had promised Lucifer he would spend the night with him, and he hated going back on his promise to his husband. "Aw, what's wrong Alastor?" Rosie asked, tilting her head and blinking her ebony black eyes slowly. The Radio demon chuckled and leaned on his microphone cane. The snake demoness raised both eyebrows at him and smirked. "I see~ you wanted to spend time with your little twinkish hubby~"