Why? RadioApple

Chapter 5

(its been a while since i posted, so here's a recap)

Lucifer slowly started to come back to his senses he stood up. Although he was still a bit shaky, he walked towards the door. The midget just passed Alastor, but felt a sudden strong grip on his wrist, stopping him in place, like a deer in headlights.

"Where do you think you're going my dear," Alastor whispered, he sounded dark, evil, creepy, tempting? The Radio Demon slowly turned towards the kings back, putting two hands on his shoulders. He slightly bended over to the kings level, speaking into his ear now "you don't think that you're leaving here in this state, are you?" Now, with his usual cheer, he stood up straight, "Lets get you fixed up and then ill send you on your way! No guest of mine is to leave in this condition!"

Now:

Lucifer was in his room, overthinking what happened in the past hour(i just realized 4 chapters was one hour), re-establishing it in his head over and over for confirmation that it happened. It wasn't real the midget thought, again and again, over and over, trying to convince himself that nothing happened, life was a lie, and he might just wake up back in heaven at any moment.

I went there. I made a deal. Now he can have my blood 'whenever whenever' he continued thinking, now even quoting Alastor, word for word, out of pent up rage and fury of just thinking about the deer. He fucking bit me, and i'm supposed to be cool with that? Now what am i supposed to do, huh? Just fuckin' wait till that bitch 'wants' more blood? What's going to happen after this? How long will this stupid deal go on? Till i have no more blood left to give? Lucifer audibly sighed for effect, and finally got up after what seemed minutes to him but in reality was about a couple of hours.

The midget rolled over to the other side of his surprisingly small bed to (slowly) stumble over to his bathroom, he had a lack of balance, almost tripping over his own feet between the short distance. Lucifer opened the door and turned towards the mirror. He balled his hand into a fist, tight enough that his nails were almost drawing blood. Lucifer looked at himself in the mirror, disheveled, messy, unkempt, his shirt was rumpled, his hair was uncombed, tousled, tangled. He was clearly thinking about something, so deep in thought that he.

The dwarf eventually stopped staring at his fist, now white knuckled, and stared at himself in the mirror. Letting go of his fist, he used his hand to support himself on the clean white marble countertop, now slightly smeared with drops of blood from his hand. He continued staring... and staring... and more staring... till he came to his senses. Why would Alastor want a deal for blood? He could have had anything from Charlie... why one measly thing from me instead of something... bigger? more important? Why this rather than something that would inflict more damage? cause more havoc? make more panic? that would be very Alastor of him... so why this?

The main question he had was...

Why?

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Alastor was downstairs with the rest of the hotel residents. It had been long after dinner, and they were all sitting down in the lobby of the new hotel. To the deer, the hotels new look was foreign, strange, it didn't suit him. There were more bright colors, probably the only ones in hell. At least it wasn't actively falling apart like the old one, but it still bothered him in the slightest, always in the back of his brain. New lobby. New bar. New room. New deal.

There he was thinking, sitting on the couch with Charlie and Vaggie on the other side, Husk across the room on another seat, Angel hovering over Husk conversing about something Alastor couldn't hear, Niffty doing god knows what, but the one thing his brain wanted to focus on rather than anything else next to him, rather than anyone else actually in front of him, was what happened that afternoon, more specifically the king. 

(wow that was one sentence)

No matter how much he tried to direct his thoughts to things like how Angels posture was so poor or his next deal he should put into action, it always came back to the, as Alastor would (probably) say, excruciatingly annoying midget king. 

The Radio Demon sat quietly, calm and collected, deep in his thoughts, sometimes catching bits of the others conversations. He sometimes heard a ,"Really?!" or a ,"No way?!" but otherwise the conversation was pretty dull from whatever Alastor could tell it wasn't worth listening to or peeping in, it was too energetic for whatever was going through his head right now. He sat, thinking and thinking, on and on, but this time he heard something of interest to him when his thoughts were silenced momentarily, "Lucifer-" His ears perked up at the mention of the midget(deja vu?), luckily no one noticed the small movement, they were too focused on something else, almost anythnig other than him. This time, he was still looking elsewhere, the floor, the rug, the ceiling, the bar, the door too, but intently listening in on the conversation that he chose not to be apart of. (rude much?)

"My dad hasn't been out of his room in a bit, Alastor said he was... fin-" Charlie suddenly cut herself off, but continued just as quickly, "actually, Alastor? You never specified what happened when you were up there. You were gone for like... a really really really long time... like longer than you needed, i would guess that you guys argued about something or like i dont know... all i can tell is that... something happened... and! you've also been pretty quiet since you got back..." She continued, rambling on and on.

After about 30 seconds, the others joined in on pitching ideas, no matter how bland or crazy they were. Once the deer heard Angel Dust say something along the lines, "They fucked and the short ass topped!" The Radio Demon finally cut into the conversation, "Nothing happened my dear, we had a chat, that's all!" it was a quick and terse explanation. He wasn't really lying, they had a chat. Which included a deal but the deer quickly shook that thought away. "Ill take my leave now!" The Radio Demon stood and walked away, very well aware of the eyes boring into the back of his head.

(Sorry its beeeeeeeennn soooo looooonnnggggg

that was the only song that got me through this chapter one repeat

1102 words)

~A signing off