(Discontinued) His Forbidden Fruit (Radioapple || Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter Eight

As usual, Lucifer and Alastor were let in first before the entire line of demons waiting to experience the 'thrill' of being spooked. Lucifer shuddered a little, rubbing his forearms to comfort himself from the sudden chills he got entering the building.

   Fog covered the floor and wisped around Alastor and Lucifer's legs as they entered through a small door that the Radio Demon had to duck under to get in.

   They entered a completely dark room, lit up only by Alastor's red eyes. Lucifer got creeped out by the demon standing next to him and stepped away from him, then observed the room.

   "Wow," He commented loudly. "So scary." He said, taking a step forward and shrieking when a mascot of some sort leapt out at him from the darkness, a yellow light attached to the bottom of the creature's face shining upwards to create an uncanny feel to it.

   Lucifer ran into Alastor and immediately tried for the door to leave, but after a few moments of searching for the handle, when he finally found it, he realized it was locked. "Shit." He hissed.

   Alastor shook his head. "Tsk, tsk. Come on, now, Lucifer. Do you need me to hold your hand?" Alastor asked, smirking down at the King of Hell teasingly.

   "N-no." Lucifer stuttered, pouting like a child and eyeing the floor angrily. He flinched at the sudden noise of bats flying around. "ALASTOR!" He screamed, reaching for the demon, only to find that the Radio Demon had walked to another part of the room, stood still for a moment, then turned to Lucifer, flicking a light switch on with a smug grin on his face.

   "Yes, my dear?" Alastor said sweetly, bending down to meet his eyes. Lucifer scowled, recoiling back from the overlord's gaze. "Nothing." He pouted, looking away and folding his arms across his chest.

   Alastor sighed, then grabbed Lucifer's wrist and slowly guided him forward. He didn't know where exactly the exit was, but he knew for certain they wouldn't escape by standing near the entrance.

   Lucifer just allowed him to drag him along, wanting to stay close to him after those jumpscares. However, something caught his eye, causing him to swiftly release himself from Alastor's grasp and walk towards it. A giant, red button laid on a table that was labeled: 'DON'T PRESS'. Lucifer decided that he couldn't read today and pressed the button. A trapdoor behind him activated and opened, leaving him approximately two nanoseconds to look at Alastor with a fearful expression before falling down into a pool of... blood?

   The King shrieked, scrambling out of the pool and into a small clearing that had an operating table in the middle. He looked on in horror as several detached heads fell from the ceiling and bounced on the strings holding them. He whimpered pitifully and noticed more sadistic objects surrounding him, like jarred organs and bloodied surgical instruments.

   After witnessing all of that, Lucifer shut down and covered his head in between his knees, rocking himself back and forth trying to calm himself down.

   Lucifer suddenly heard footsteps nearing him and began to panic. A few moments later, Alastor appeared in the doorway, scanning his surroundings before locating the king.

   "Lucifer!" Alastor whisper-yelled, quickly approaching the fallen angel curled up on the floor. "Why did you run off?"

   "Th-th-there was a button." Lucifer sobbed, leaning onto Alastor's legs like a pathetic worm.

   Alastor's ears lowered at the sound of Lucifer crying. He hesitated, then quickly sat on the floor beside him. "What was the button for?" Alastor asked quietly.

   "It-it opened a trapdoor beneath me and I fell into a bloody pool."

   Alastor smiled softly at Lucifer. "It was just water with red dye, my dear... calm, now," Alastor said, placing a hand on Lucifer's arm.