Love Like No Other - Radioapple 📻🍎

1. "A deal, you say?"

*(After episode 8)*

The hotel was finally rebuilt. And with it, new patrons arrived, including the big boss of Hell himself.

Lucifer Morningstar moved into the top floor with an apple shaped tower peering over the left side of the hotel. He did this with the sole purpose to be as far as he could from the Radio Demon, who occupied the other side of the building with his large and rather eerie radio tower.

It was no secret that the two hated each other, not with the constant bickering about the hotel and the random insult battles they had any time they were left in a room together for too long. No matter what, one always had something to say to the other. It won't be long before the fighting became physical...

However, lately, the Radio Demon was missing, more so than he normal was. He wouldn't even come downstairs for dinner, even when it was his night to cook!

Alastor hadn't been seen for almost a week, so, guided by curiosity and annoyance for how much his daughter kept asking about the lowlife sinner, Lucifer reluctantly trudged to Alastor's side of the floor.

"I swear,  if you're just in here being creepy..." Lucifer grumbled to himself, raising his fist to knock but stopping when he heard a faint groan. He froze, eyes widened as he put his ear(?) to the door, trying to listen in.

More faint groans were heard, eliciting the devil to cast a portal to the balcony of Alastor's room, still remaining out of sight.

Alastor was seen sitting in his red fabric chair, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his fluffy chest while groaning in pain as he attempted to stitch together the large gash across his chest with a glowing green thread. He released a string of curses, struggling to fully stitch himself closed.

There was a considerable amount of blood pooled onto his shirt, the red liquid spilling down the wound as he pokes a little too harshly, letting out a hiss in response as he coughs, suddenly leaning back and grasping his chest. His breath hitched as the pain spread. Alastor looks down to see the blood on his hand.

"...Perfect..." His radio filter falters, catching himself off guard. Alastor coughs again, covering his mouth as the  blood comes up, spilling onto his already bloody hand.

"Ooooh, that looks bad." Lucifer smugly says, leaning against the door frame for the balcony, "Dont you think you should see a doctor?"

Alastor froze, locking eyes with the king, quickly covering his chest, pulling his shirt closed with his clean hand.

"Get out!" Alastor shouts, leaning forward in anger, followed by a groan of pain.

Lucifer scoffs in disbelief, moving towards the chair occupying the sinner, "Soooo, this is what the Great and Powerful Radio Demon is reduced to? Just a fragile little fawn, hmm?~" He smirks at the now weak deer sitting in front of him.

Alastor leans back, feeling weaker and weaker, as he grumbles to himself in annoyance at the devil’s words.

"What? No words, Bambi?~" Lucifer jests, placing both hands firmly on his cane as he watches Alastor closely.

Alastor's smile remains as always, but Lucifer can easily see the hatred and disgust in Alastor's eyes.

"I'll make this simple for you, Alastor," Lucifer extends his hand and grabs Alastor's forearm, pulling him up to stand before Alastor quickly pulls away. "I'll make you a deal, Radio Demon~" Lucifer begins to circle the taller one.

Alastor would be lying if he said his interest wasn't piqued now. So, he simply lets his gaze follow the devil as he continues. "A deal, you say?"

"In exchange for me healing you," Lucifer stops directly in front of him, "I want you~" Lucifer pokes Alastor in the chest, putting a small amount of pressure near his open wound.