Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

14. Heaven.

Ok so....I'm Indian and being an Indian means, after someone dies, there are 1000 different rules and religious ceremonies to do in our house for 15 days. I'll be free after 13th but istg guests are coming EVERYDAY! we also have like, this gathering and if your an Indian it is called স্রাদ্ধবাড়ি (shradhobari) so ya Im busy sorry. We have like, God know, 200 ppl.(we actually counted the amount of ppl we were inviting). And being an introvert, this is pain. I'm also going to be a  CEO when I turn 18 amd eventually take my dad's company so you can guess the amount of pressure I have for everything, yk, being pressured to be perfect. I'm so sorry for the delay.

ENJOY

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Alastor's POV

Alastor's head feeled like it had been wrapped in tinfoil and microwaved for 3 minutes.

In short: He felt great.

The hotel buzzed with excitement as everyone helped Charlie and Vaggie prepare for their journey to Heaven. Angel Dust kept suggesting they should seduce Sera if she didn't agree with them, (could Sera be lesbian?) while Husk remained indifferent, and Nifty was busy packing cockroach spray in Charlie's bag, insisting they might need it. (Alastor doubted cockroaches went to heaven)

However, amidst the hustle and bustle, one person wasn't participating: Lucifer. He and Alastor had spent the previous night together and had fallen asleep in each other's arms. At that time, Lucifer seemed fine, but now, the worries had returned to him.

"Hello, my dears! What have you been up to during my absence?" Alastor asked in his usual charming voice.

"Just packing, Al. It seems like we're almost done. The portal is supposed to open in thirty minutes," Charlie replied as she continued to fumble with her bag, taking things out and putting new ones in.

"Why don't you all have some coffee before leaving? It helps me concentrate," Angel Dust suggested.

"I'LL MAKE IT!" Lucifer suddenly screamed and ran off into the kitchen.

"Will Dad be okay? He looks nervous..." Charlie asked, watching Lucifer disappear into the kitchen.

"He'll be fine," Vaggie comforted her, running a hand through her braided hair.

"I better tell him not to put sugar in mine. After all, he is a sugar addict," Alastor said with a smile, making his way to the kitchen.

"Hey," Lucifer greeted, as if sensing Alastor's presence.

"Are you okay, my king?" Alastor asked as he came up behind Lucifer, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on Lucifer's shoulder.

Lucifer lovingly stroked Alastor's ears. After a moment of silence, he sighed. "I'm fine. I just have a habit of thinking 'What if?'"

"You seem alright up close," Alastor observed. "Just don't put sugar in my coffee, you sugar addict."

"HEY!" Lucifer protested.

Alastor chuckled as Lucifer started a playful rant about how amazing coffee with sugar was and how Alastor was missing out. Despite his grumbling, Lucifer looked visibly more relaxed.

"You look much happier now," Alastor noted with a satisfied smile.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Lucifer asked, smiling.

"No, you're still a sugar addict," Alastor replied mischievously.

Lucifer giggled, pulling Alastor to eye level and pressing their lips together. As their kiss deepened, Alastor picked Lucifer up, their tongues dancing together. Finally, they pulled apart.