What You Reap.... (Radioapple)

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After everyone started settling into the newly built hotel, Alastor saw his chance to sneak away from the group to tend to his wound. He broke away from the others and used his shadows to discretely travel back to his newly built radio tower. Alastor walked over weakly to his body mirror, removing his top dress. It revealed the gaping gash that Adam had left on him during the battle. As Alastor tried to force the healing to speed up the wound's healing process, it glowed gold and fought off his powers. It caused him to tiredly pant and stumble back onto his bed. This was irritating to say the least, he had to find a way to heal this before someone found out.

Meanwhile downstairs, Lucifer was tapping his foot in annoyance. Alastor was supposed to be here already. Charlie had assigned them both to work on the decorations for the hotel, as it was something they'd have to agree and get along for. He groaned and grit his teeth. If he had to suffer through this, Alastor sure as hell wasn't gonna get out of it neither. As much as he'd love to do it himself and say they did it, he couldn't do that to Charlie. Instead, he found himself angrily going up the stairs, his heels clicking against the stone floors as he pounded on Alastor's door. "Alastorrrrrr! Alastor! Alastor! Allllllaaaaaaaastorrrrrr. Albert! Anthonyyyyyyy. Augustus. Alex. Alannnnn!"

Alastor could hear the annoying clicking of the short mans heals, it filled him with even more annoyance than he had already been feeling beforehand. When Lucifer knocked on the door, Alastor growled loudly. Especially when Lucifer kept misnaming him on purpose. He snarled and barricaded the door. "LEAVE!" He finally shouted in response, his voice was distorted as he scrambled to grab his shirt but fell weak to the pain as he went to his knees.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and poked at the door, instantly breaking away whatever barricade he had created. He then walked inside with disapproval. "No, I will stay! Because we are supposed to be doing som-" He paused, cutting himself off as he took in Alastor's form. He crouched down and looked at him. "What's the matter?" He asked, his voice going from sassy and undermining to considerate and concerned in an instant.

Alastor growled and looked up at Lucifer with hostile eyes. He pressed his shirt to his chest, hiding most of his wound. "I am fine! I had only just dropped something, now leave so I may get dressed!" He spat, venom in his tone as he glared at Lucifer. He hesitantly stood up with an obvious limp. His body turned away from Lucifer so he wouldn't see the wound.

Lucifer scoffed in mild annoyance before he pinned Alastor to the wall with magical cuffs. He walked to him and examined his wound, his hand hovering over it. "I thought so... You're not usually this hostile without a reason. Was it Adam?"

Alastor groaned loudly as he was pinned to the wall with the magic cuffs. His eyes widened as Lucifer got so close to him, almost able to touch him. His shadow sensed his anxiety and wrapped itself around Alastor's wound, hissing loudly at Lucifer. Alastor growled. "Don't touch me."

Lucifer sighed and let go. "Alright. Fine. But if you try anything the cuffs are going back on," He waved his hand and the cuffs disappeared, freeing Alastor. "I do need to heal your wound... it's destroying you from the inside out."

Alastor held the shadow to his chest after he was released and glared at Lucifer. "I don't want your power anywhere near me, especially near an angelic wound. I can heal myself without your magic."

Lucifer sighed and groaned, running fingers through his hair. "Fine, fine. Fair. But you can't, it neglects your magic, because that's what divine power does." He looked at Alastor sternly. "Let's come to a compromise. I use my magic ONLY to relieve you of Adam's divine energy, then I do the rest without any magic. Deal?"

Alastor glared at him, thinking about the proposal before speaking. "No magic at all. I don't want any part of you touching my body." Alastor sat on the bed about to put his shirt back on.