AlastorxLucifer /Get Outta My Room!

Ch.3

"Why do you make an effort for me?"

Lucifer regarded the radio demon, feeling the silence become increasingly uncomfortable. He knew he needed to respond.

"Do you mean why I'm being nice to you? Because we're supposed to do that. You work for my daughter, and we've been living together, so it's the right thing to do." He cleared his throat.

"In any case, our relationship should appear cordial in front of Charlie, don't you think?" Lucifer crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Sir, you're not very skilled at fabricating a believable lie," Alastor said, stepping closer. Lucifer felt a slight urge to take a step back.

"If you wanted, you could simply manipulate me through your power," Alastor said, leaning closer to Lucifer's face. "But you haven't," he noted.

Lucifer quickly turned his head, searching for something else to focus on. "Oh, my."
"That's because I believe every soul has a right not to be forced, even someone like you," Lucifer replied.

Alastor narrowed his eyes. "Is that what you call free will? How pathetic," he said, chuckling. "It was the only delusion that brought you to this hell, angel!"

Lucifer bit his tongue, resisting the urge to take offense. Instead, he offered a small smile. The demon raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Lucifer's reaction. Their faces were so close that they could see each other's subtle expressions.

"I still trust in it," the fallen angel said.
"Despite how awful they may be, I believe all souls deserve freedom and redemption. Charlie has restored my hope and dream. And I think-"
Lucifer gently moved Alastor aside and walked towards the bathroom door. As he passed, a faint scent of flowers and soap lingered in the air. Alastor's gaze followed Lucifer's back.

"Sir, I'm a serial killer."
Lucifer turned back, and Alastor was standing right behind him, closer than he had realized. The demon's face was etched with a wide grin.

"For your information, I killed bastards who boasted their strength and buried them under mountains for fun! Am I redeemable?" Alastor asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Lucifer frowned. "You are a real badass," he admitted.
Alastor's smile widened. "Haha! Right-?"
"But I still believe you could be changed," Lucifer said, his tone resolute.

Alastor's smile faltered slightly. "Do you believe this demon?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Nope." He stepped even closer, standing on his tiptoes to be eye-to-eye with him. "I believe my daughter," he said, his expression sobering.

"She said you've been trying for us. She's been seeing a kind of goodness in you. Then, well. You would," Alastor concluded, his words laced with a newfound sincerity.

Lucifer displayed a genuine smile, something Alastor had never anticipated from the immortal being who had existed for millennia. Alastor felt a flutter of uncertainty within him, unable to discern the reason.

"Well, of course, you could be the last demon in Hell to find redemption, you rascal! Haha!" Lucifer teased.

Lucifer turned and stood before the closet in their room. He retrieved his silk pajamas. He glanced at Alastor, as if silently requesting privacy to change, but remained lost in thought.

Freedom. I deserve to have it, huh? And yet, My neck is still on the leash. I could kill this whole world if I could bring back my power. I don't give a shit about the justice. Does this man really believe in humanity even if He went through all? How could he be so soft to this point? Alastor suddenly felt the urge to touch him. He finally made eye contact with the king awaiting.

"Oh, I'm so humbled, Your Majesty," Alastor said, his voice dripping with feigned humility.
Alastor pretended to leave the room but then cheerfully returned to Lucifer's side.

"Just one more thing," Alastor said, reaching up to caress the king's cheek with his finger.
"... ..."

Alastor lightly rubbed Lucifer's cheek with his thumb. The king's skin felt as soft as he had imagined, warm, and still a bit damp. It reminded him of steamed rice pudding.

"... ...So what's your excuse for touching me?" Lucifer asked, his voice calm but with an edge.
Alastor smirked widely. "I'm just wondering if your blush is removable." He paused. "Hm, it isn't!"

As Lucifer fell silent, seemingly surprised by Alastor's nonsensical response, the demon left the room. He hummed to himself as he walked the hallway. Alastor still couldn't identify the emotion he was feeling, but he sensed a growing sense of joy. He no longer disliked the time he spent with the king - in fact, he found it entertaining, regardless of what might happen next.

While Lucifer's confusion deepened, Alastor began to feel a kind of excitement, as if a child had found a new favorite toy. He thought about the softness of the king's cheek again and again, imagining how the rest of his skin might feel.

To be continued