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hi guys this is a recreation of "Meeting or Punishment" but RadioApple! 

In this case, our dear luci owns alastors soul. Alastor starts to talk back and misbehave so Lucifer puts him in his place.

Alastor fell backwards into the wall with a bodily thud before catching himself onto his knees on the ground below. He doubled over and gripped his claws into the carpet, scowling down at the ugly patterns embroidered into it.

He chances a look up through his eyebrows straight into the eyes of the devil standing before him. The other stared down at him with a look that could almost be described as disgust mixed with a splash of pity. Not much, though.

The king neatly rapped his cane against the floor twice, the soft taps opposing the way his face contorts to show his anger. Though his signature smile was still planted on his person, his eyebrows were furrowed and his gumline was showing; two signs that he was absolutely pissed.

"Alastor, dear, need I remind you just where exactly you stand?" Lucifer almost sing-songs, approaching where the other knelt on the floor. With each step, the air around alastor seemed to get heavier. Magical tentacles looking shenanigans shot from the floor and seemed to spill from every crevice behind lucifer as he got closer.

He makes his final step toward the cowering cat and gets down on one knee, similar to the way people do when they propose. He reached foward and grabbed Alastor's chin roughly, tilting his head up to face him fully.

"Perhaps you need to be muzzled pet ?" Lucifer asks, sliding his thumb against Husk's bottom lip. Alastor watches the way The king's eyes flick down to follow the movement.

At that, Alastor shakes his head quickly, jostling the hand that gripped his chin. Lucifer tsks at that before pulling his hand away and wiping it on his coat. It's as if he were disgusted to have touched the deer, though he was the one who had initiated the contact in the first place.

"You may say no but your actions speak otherwise," Lucifer spat at the other. He shot the radio demon  a particularly nasty look, "Someday you will have to learn how to behave properly. It's truly a shame."

The devil considered the other, who was practically a lump of humiliated feline on the floor. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Perhaps I could be to blame, hm?"

At that, Alastor whips his head back up to get a good look at the demon. He blinked at him, confused. Where was this sudden self-reflection coming from?

Instantly, he's proven wrong.

"Yes, that must be it. Maybe I just haven't done a good enough job training you," Lucifer claims, swirling his cane in his left hand thoughtfully.

The poor deer's ears flatten against his head and he scowls. Yeah, he should've known better. Alastor isn't exactly one to regret his actions probably ever, even when he was alive on Earth. Alastor thought while still grinning sadly.

"Fix your face, darling!" Lucifer chirps while two black tendrils rise from the floor and grab one of Alastor's wrists each. Alastor inhales sharply through his teeth in shock, the rose tendrils keeping him firmly locked to the floor. "You always look so much better with a smile."

He frowns at that, choosing to look at the kings 's shoes rather than to keep staring at that taunting, unwavering grin. His tail flicks behind him, expressing his aggravation. Lucifer notices this and hums outwardly, "My! didn't like that, Bambi?"

Sensing the aggression in Lucifer's voice, Alastor is quick to backtrack. "No, sir. I--"

"You should know very well by now that sucking up to me will do you no good," Lucifer interrupts him bluntly. "Again, I find actions to be much more telling."

𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin HotelWhere stories live. Discover now