AlastorxLucifer /Get Outta My Room!

Ch.2

Lucifer was a prick.
He was the worst roommate for Alastor.

Every morning, as Alastor tried to enjoy his peaceful breakfast, Lucifer would busily get ready to go out, curling his hair and singing loudly. Rubber ducks were scattered everywhere, even in the bathtub. Lucifer also talked in his sleep frequently, mumbling the name of his ex-wife, who was also Alastor's awful master.

His patience was wearing thin at a remarkable pace. When Lucifer sleepily hugged him choking tight, murmuring in his ear, the demon finally kicked the king's ass. The confrontation was not surprising.

What surprising was, that after he lost the fight, he thought the king would hurt him or at least force him. Instead, Lucifer simply suggested some rules. Insignificant, childish rules.

Lucifer allowed Alastor to take the first shower on certain days and kept the rubber ducks in the cabinet on other days so they wouldn't be visible when Alastor used the bath.

While it wasn't always successful, Lucifer made an effort not to cross the foolish line while sleeping. The rules he set weren't a compulsion, but more like a conversation. As if they are equal beings.

Ha!

Equality, seriously? The royal Morningstar's blood seeks to evenness in hell? Nonsense! That was the most hilarious thing among what Alastor had ever heard. Hell was a clear hierarchy, and Lucifer was undoubtedly at the top. Alastor could tell where the delusion of Charlie had come from.

Royal families.

As Alastor made his way to the main hall, he greeted the others with his usual plastic smile. Angel and Husk were at the bar, and it seemed the Morningstars were having dinner in the dining room.

"It's a pleasant evening!"

"Wow, speaking of the devil!" Angel giggled.
"Oh, did I bother you talking behind my back?" Alastor sneered.

"We were betting," Husk said. "I bet that you two fought because of the rubber ducks."
This pitty cat has been making a bet even though that desire had made him tied to a leash. Alastor thought to himself.

"So... the Highness told you of our fight?"

Alastor asked hiding his discomfort. It was one of the things he disliked that someone knows his defeat.

"Yeah, um... to be clear, he said that you two quarreled."
"And he boasted about his win?"
"No."

Angel took a sip of the dilute drink that Husk had made. "The short king thinks you argued because he made you uncomfortable. So he set some rules."

"...He did?" Alastor scowled in confusion. "Why?"

Angel and Husk had eye contact. Angel shrugged.

                                 

Letting them enjoy their evening at the bar, Alastor strode down the hallway. His footsteps echoed in the corridor. When no one was around, he wiped the grin off his face and stared blankly ahead.
Angel's voice lingered in his mind.
'Well, he seemed to want to get along with you, we guess?'

Alastor muttered to himself. Why? For his daughter's sake, of course? It must be for his cherished princess who believes this redemption endeavor is worthwhile.

Alastor arrived at his broadcast room for some alone time. He sat in the chair, leaning back, but his mind was consumed by thoughts of the royal blood. What a delusional father and daughter!

Even Lilith, the demoness, seemed the most rational among them. He couldn't organize his thoughts in his sanctuary. He might need a man who could provide him with answers.

At the end of his contemplation, he immediately materialized in front of the bathroom where Lucifer must be now. Alastor stood behind Lucifer, who was hiding his rubber ducks in the cabinet after his bath.

"Why?"
"...Aaagh!"

The goofy king in his gown shouted, nearly jumping and knocking over some ducks. He aggressively turned around.

"Oh, geez... Hey! Are you going to creepily pop up all the time? You scared me!"
"Why do you make an effort for me?"

Instead of answering the king's question, the overlord persisted with his own.
"What...?"

The bathroom was filled with warm steam since Lucifer had taken a bath just a few minutes ago. His head was still wet, and some drops were running down his face.
He looked up at the other man's face. Alastor was smiling less than usual. Lucifer couldn't decipher his emotions. His eyes looked a little blank.

As the warm air escaped through the half-closed door, Lucifer felt a chill. The bathroom was too quiet. They didn't say anything more. Only silence filled the space.

To be continued