AlastorxLucifer /Get Outta My Room!

CH.5

Alastor was on top of Lucifer, and the king was trying to understand the situation.

Alastor's behavior was usually abnormal, but this time it was different. He looked literally insane.

While Lucifer worried if his blood had driven Alastor to this point, the demon seized his chance to touch him. Alastor's finger slipped down the center of Lucifer's chest, where only one button on his shirt was undone. The demon didn't seem to care, and simply crept his finger inside the shirt. The coldness of Alastor's nails made Lucifer flinch.

"... Alastor." Lucifer said as softly as possible to calm him down. It was almost the first time that he called him by his name. But the demon seemed to let it out through his ear. He could so easily knock him down with a punch, but he couldn't try it on the guy whom he had just healed.

Alastor also knew he had to stop. It was forbidden to do whatever he was trying. But his rational mind was blown out already. It had gradually disappeared. Since when? When he tasted the sweetness of the angel's blood, when he felt the softness of his skin, when he knew the worn-out fallen angel's heart was pure enough to dream yet...

He's had this urge.

The emotion of which he couldn't find the name. His heart is about to explode. The buzz was getting bigger in his ears. His hand reached to the king's skinny stomach. He wanted to touch the inside. Wanted to feel his inside with his fingers... His fingers were digging into his skin as if they were going to pierce.

The demon's eyes suddenly alighted on the king's face. Lucifer was just lying on the bed.

The king lay calmly, hands relaxed beside his head, watching the demon with a piercing, admonishing stare. The one who was in inner conflict and struggling was only the demon.

... ...

When he felt something inside finally snap, signaling the end of his inner conflict, he barely restrained himself from his actions. He simply buried his head deep into the sheets, right next to the king's neck. He took a shuddering breath.

"... Fuck."

The whispered curse was uttered close to Lucifer's left ear. The demon's fluffy ears brushed against the king's cheek. The demon paused above the king in silence for a moment.

After what felt like seconds or hours, Alastor finally straightened up. He slipped out of the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. Only then was Lucifer able to breathe easily.

"Don't wait up, sir." Alastor said, making his way to the door. His voice sounded weary, as if he had just been in battle.

"Where are you going?" Lucifer asked, trying to hide his lingering tension.

"My space." Alastor replied with a faint grin. "To sober up."

The door closed behind him, the tapping of his footsteps fading away. Lucifer exhaled. He would have difficulty finding sleep tonight, no matter how hard he tried.

...

Alastor wandered aimlessly, his footsteps leading him wherever the path took him. The hallway was quiet, but his inner wasn't. A myriad of conflicting voices battled to decipher the enigmatic emotion capturing him.

He loathed Lucifer. He wanted to shatter that fool's delusional dreams. Yet, a part of him craved an inexplicable draw towards the fallen angel. What was the name of this paradoxical feeling? Hatred? Curiosity? ...Obsession?

He is eager to own Lucifer. He wants to bring him to the top and see him fall to the lowest bottom forever. How will the dream shine when it is shattered again?

Before he realized, his wayward steps had led him to the end of the corridor. He emerged through the front door, inhaling the crisp dawn air. Slowly, the formless yearning solidified into lucid clarity.

Alastor thirsted for the taste of the fallen angel's tears. An unbridled need to break him, to witness his descent into the scorching depths of hell, weeping and suffering. A rapture crept up once more.

...Then I shall approach him and tear open his wounds anew. The fallen angel would wail in anguished screams. And I will embrace the pitiful creature, adoringly pressing kisses upon his tear-stained cheek.

His heart pounded with the ferocity of a predator stalking its prey. That vivid imagery... it was sheer ecstasy. This emotion was hauntingly beautiful!

He transformed into a towering, nightmarish demonic form. His eyes blackened as the familiar, maddening buzz resonated in his ears. Yet his mind felt crystalline clarity. Now he realized what it was. This is,

This is love!

A tremor of excitement coursed through him. Why had he failed to recognize this simple truth for decades? This urge, this desire, this rapture, this craving... it was the love that mortals had so fervently pursued! Love! The fucking love!

The demon's laughter echoed through the silent dawn, sharply lacerating the stillness. His lips tore into a manic grin from ear to ear. What insanity. He loved Lucifer! Ha!

I love him! I desire him. I yearn to touch him, possess him, and hurt and destroy him.

In the end, I shall cradle him in my humblest embrace, bound by devotion, savoring his blood and tears forever... Oh, it would be

It would be sublimely beautiful.

To be continued