AlastorxLucifer /Get Outta My Room!

Ch. 1

"I think you, Overlord-"

The great battle lasted only 3 seconds.

"...tend to rely on your power too much."

Well, that's why we call this land a hell of pride, Lucifer simply added. Alastor was hanging in the air, bound by magical strings. Those golden bonds were humiliatingly shimmering.

Alastor didn't say anything, but Lucifer could read the f-word in his unsettling smile. The king sighed and grinned again.

"Then, gentlemen-."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

"Are you ready to obey orders from the big boss, huh?"

Ha! Alastor snorted again, but with a hint of nervousness. As Lucifer said, Alastor is too hostile even towards the top predators. That's one of the problems he has, even if he denies it.

That's why 'the queen in hell' has been holding his leash... Yes, Alastor's dreadful master. Even though he had despised the strong, he couldn't help but surrender his freedom to them over time. And now again, he's being threatened by the Morningstars.

The king pulled the strings to bring Alastor closer and forced him to kneel down. Fuck-

Al glared at the king of hell, searching for a chance to counterattack him.

"I COMMAND YOU-"

Lucifer flew up into the air with demonic laughter. Alastor closed his eyes, scowling because of the sudden lights.

"-TO USE THE BATHTUB FIRST- on Mondays, Wednesdays, and... well, Saturdays."

"...what?"

Alastor automatically opened his eyes at the king of hell's absurdly trivial command. A scratching noise came from the bed. The king was drawing a line on the bed with a sparkling crayon.

"...What the fuck you doing, sir?" The situation was so nonsensical that the profanity slipped out.

"I'm drawing a line on the bed," Lucifer simply answered. It did nothing to resolve Alastor's confusion. The king finished his work and returned to the other man.

"Alright, so don't cross that line. I made your space a little bigger, because of, well, your height, physically."

Alastor raised his eyebrows. He found it difficult to maintain his smile. It had been a while. Alastor had literally messed with that king - the most powerful being in Hell. He had challenged the battle against him and lost. Now he was at Lucifer's mercy.

And the ruler of Hell commanded him - like, not crossing a line like in kindergarten? Was he serious?

Lucifer seemed to detect some discomfort from Alastor's expression.

"Well, I can change it to Tuesday, Thursday, Friday..."

"You're not going to force me with your greatest power, Your Majesty?" Alastor added that it wouldn't be a difficult thing for Lucifer. The king frowned in doubt.

"...Boy, if you have some kind of masochistic kink and want me to dominate you, I don't think we can-"

"F- no! I mean... Ha!" Alastor managed to avoid cursing this time. He nervously laughed with a sigh.

"Why don't you use your power? You can control anybody in this Hell! And now you're even going to- propose a settlement to me?"

Lucifer looked at him. Alastor waited for his answer, but he didn't respond. After a few seconds of silence, he lifted the Radio Demon with magic and gently laid him on the bed.

"I will answer that. ...after you carry out my orders."

Lucifer got onto the bed and lay beside him. Alastor put on his most awkward smile.

"Goodnight, deer. Don't kick my ass again."

As Alastor opened his mouth to argue, the king added, "If you open your mouth any more, I'll think you want to kiss me."

Alastor immediately shut his mouth. He turned away, as if he would never show his mouth again. Lucifer was a bit pissed off about it, but he just tried to fall asleep.

It was a weird night. Alastor was tasting the mercy of the powerful for the first time. He thought he couldn't swallow it yet.