Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

63. Bearable

*** Lucifer POV ***

For the most part the hotel went on functioning as normal, except for ongoing preparations for two things: War, and Octavia's birthday party. It was a pretty weird combination but it strangely worked out. While some were out stocking angelic steel weaponry, others were planning seating charts and flower arrangements.

Alastor was mostly on team war preparations except for when you would excitedly bound over to him to tell him about some advancement or other on the party planning front. I couldn't help but notice the new spring in your step, your eyes shining again. Whatever you two had been up to outside of the hotel had clearly been making a huge difference for you. It probably helped that Octavia was over at the hotel almost every other day with the planned date nearing closer. And she seems to have brought a new friend, a wolfish looking hellhound girl who shared your like for black clothing, though in a more modern goth way. The three of you would sit by the reception desk looking through different idea boards and exchanging excited giggles.

At the moment, I was trying to get my head wrapped around the guns inventory list in my hands. But the mass of names of the different machines and then bullet types and a bunch of numbers and letters representing all of it, was making my head feel like it was swimming in oil.

"Seems like you're having a bit of a trouble there, hmm?" I heard the statiky radio voice come from the other side of me, the one I wasn't watching because I was glancing at you and the girls laugh joyfully together.

"Ugh, you again." I grumbled.

"Yes indeedy!" Alastor chuckled, his microphone cane also echoing a laughing soundtrack, clearly finding amusement in my frustration. What exactly did you see in this guy? The thought barely formed in my head before his fingers reached for the paper in my hand and he said in a lower voice, "Here, let me take a look."

"Fine." Begrudgingly, I handed him the paper and he took it in his long gloved fingers, flipping it to face him. I watched as he read through it over his monocle.

"Hhhmmm." He hummed with a tight smile, "We will need more hand guns than that. Also Angel Dust doesn't use any of these, we will have to special order for him. Oh and these use bullets quickly we should get more." Alastor manifested a pen out of the shadows and started circling items on the paper. "Order these, these, and these, aannnnddd these. I'll write down the names of the other things here." He scribbled something on the bottom of the paper before handing it back over to me.

"Thanks..." I took the paper back, frustrated at how easily he did all that but it would be a lie to say I wasn't grateful, "How do you even know all this?" I asked looking over his notes.

Alastor twirled his cane behind his back and shrugged, "Blitzø uses guns on his day job, so he's told me a lot. Also, there is a general pattern to the naming you can follow."

"Blitzø is....?"

"Stolas's boyfriend. Luna's adopted father." He tilted his head to gesture at the hellhound sitting next to you.

"Oh. You two... talk?" I knew Stolas and Alastor had formed some sort of friendship - the time that Stolas had apparently come over and Alastor got drunk then accepted Stolas's help to get back to his room was practically marked on the calendar as a historic event within the hotel. But I didn't realize that expanded past the owl at this point.

"Well yes, Y/n and I have had them over for a dinner and we've all frequented the upscale jazz bar downtown over the last few weeks together."

"Fizzie's jazz bar? The one I let Asmodeus open here a few years back?" I raised an eyebrow at him. It was basically the only upscale jazz bar he could be talking about.