𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 {𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄}📻🍎

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩: 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞

                      TRUST EXERCISES
                      R a d i o a p p l e

A new day arrived. To say Alastor was desperate was an understatement. It had been days since the extermination, any angel corpses had been rotted. And to Alastor, he preferred fresher bodies. Anything later was trash to the demon. Alastor walked downstairs, as he usually did when to go run an errand. "Al! Just who I needed to see!" Charlie stopped him. "How annoying." He though to himself. "What is it, my dear?" He asked, speaking through his radio like cane. "My dad isn't doing well.. he said, crawfish poisoning? Whatever that is.." Charlie's words faded into a mumbled. Alastor's smile widened. "How terrible." He commented. "Yeah... Could you go check on him?" The princess asked. "I'm afraid I'm quite busy." He squinted his eyes. "For me, Al?" She pouted. "I suppose, for you I could make an exception." His voice vibrated with radio static. "You're the best~!" Charlie gleamed, as Alastor walked off.

Charlie turned to her lover. "I think it's working!" She giggled. "Are you sure, babe?" Vagatha asked. "One hundred percent! Don't say anything but... I saw Alastor eat off of the same fork as my dad." She awkwardly laughed, slightly weirded out. "Yuck.." The former angel's face grew grossed out. "But! I also saw Alastor save my dad the day we went to the restaurant. It was weird, Alastor was.." Charlie paused. She giggled, "I'll tell you in our room later."

Alastor's fingers wrapped around the door knob, before opening the hotel room door. Freely letting himself in the King's room. Lucifer walked out of his bathroom, his hair wet, and a towel wrapped around his waist. "Uhh... Get out?" He slowly walked towards his closet. Alastor stood, quietly staring. "Okay... why are you here?" He was clearly tinted green on his pale skin. "Charlie told me to check on you." His smile grew thin. "Uh huh... you can go now." Lucifer slightly gave Alastor a disgusted look. "Not until I know you're okay~" He spoke, his radio like voice vibrating. "Besides the not well enough cooked crawfish.. I'm fine. You can go." The king opened up his closet. "So I can get dressed?." His eyes glanced around the room, as Alastor's purely roamed Lucifer's body. Picturing the gold liquid dripping from his torso, his neck, and further. Not in a lustful way, but a starved way. "Uhh.. Alastor?"

Quickly he was shaken from his thoughts. Alastor looked up from Lucifer's body, and at his eyes. "You look... green, my king. Perhaps you aren't okay!" Alastor stood strongly, both hands landed on top of his cane. "I'm fi-" he quickly began to gag, he hurried to cover his mouth. Lucifer rushed into his bathroom and hurled over his toilet. "My, my! You look unwell, my friend!" Alastor peered, bending at his waist. Lucifer vomited, as he pulled back his hair. His hands being busy, his towel loosely stayed folded around his waist, yet falling only a bit to reveal one of his sides completely. Alastor's eyes drifted, he admired the golden undertone of the king's blood pulsing through his pale skin. "How can someone who eats a years worth of jambalaya not know how to cook a crawfish?!" Lucifer gagged. "I know how to, I suppose I simply chose not to!" Alastor smiled.

"Perhaps, take a nap, my friend!" The overload offered. "Yuck... Don't call me that." Lucifer wobbled to his bed, keeping a grip on his towel. Lucifer then fell onto his back, flopping into the mattress. Alastor stood closely to the corner of the kings room. "Hey, get me my robe." Lucifer sloppily pointed to the white robe hanging in his bathroom. "No can do!" The radio demon chimed. "If you won't get out so I can get dressed, at least let me cover up! Go get it!" Lucifer lazily kicked his legs back and forth. Alastor squinted his eyes. He wasn't one to take commands. Though, he had a slight motive. The overload picked up the robe from the bathroom and tossed it onto Lucifer's body. "Gee, thanks." Lucifer put the robe on, once it was on he dropped the towel, leaving it on the floor. Then crawling on his bed. "Get out now!" He mumbled. Alastor stayed quiet, watching as the pale and sickly king slowly fall asleep.

He felt... immature, Alastor. He didn't like that he was letting his craving get ahold of him. But the taste made regular blood make Alastor feel, parched. The demon stared. His eyes drilling holes into Lucifer's sleeping body. He was shameful, to say the least, seeing as how he quickly bit the king's revealing chest. Awaking Lucifer. His eyes quickly shot open, "What the hell!? Get off you maniac!!" Lucifer shouted, his body was shocked. He froze. Pausing, with his words standing still on the tip of his tongue as Alastor's teeth sank deeper. It was fast. Before he knew it he could feel the radio demon's tongue glide against his pale skin, licking off any drop of blood squeezed out. Lucifer's skin shivered, he let out a slight and pitched gasp. Alastor's hand glided up Lucifer's chest, as he went in for another bite. Lucifer's breaths quickened, he looked at Alastor in disgust. He wasn't sure why he wasn't stopping the overlord on top of him. He felt as if he couldn't. Some pathetic king.

Once Alastor raised up, his shadow casted over Lucifer. His eyes shined through, and the golden liquid gleamed, dripping down his chin. "You psychopath.." Lucifer looked up at the demon, trying to make out where his face was. "What a delight! I must say-"

"Tastes as heavenly as before."

Lucifer sat up slightly, hitting his back and head against his bed frame. "Fuck.." he rubbed the back of his head, before looking back up to see Alastor only to be met with his disappearance.