The following morning, Alastor felt amazing. Well, maybe not amazing, but definitely better than before. And he wasn't coughing up blood with every step, so that's a win.
Though Alastor almost never sleeps, he managed to doze off for about half an hour last night before waking up fully. He changed and came downstairs, where he was quickly bombarded by Charlie with a dozen questions about what had happened to the sinner. To which, he simply responded with, "It's not of any concern, my dear."
Stepping into the kitchen, he's met with the king preparing breakfast.
"Oh, good morning, Radio Demon," Lucifer said, eyeing Alastor with a smirk as he flipped a pancake. "Sleep well?"
Alastor glared daggers at the shorter man, moving to the counter to make himself a cup of coffee.
Lucifer chuckled, stacking the pancake onto a plate, "Is that a yes?~"
"Must you speak to me...?" Alastor sipped his coffee, taking a seat at the kitchen table, pulling up a newspaper.
"Hmph," Lucifer decided to leave the sinner alone and continue cooking. He made 7 plates of 7 pancakes each, placing them on the table mats, as well as placing assorted toppings (fruit, butter, syrup, whipped cream, etc.)
"Break~fast!~" The king shouts at the doorway as he stands beside Alastor, holding his plate. The deer glances at the king's yellow duck patterned apron, the bold black and gold lettering saying, "King of Pancakes."
The rest of the hotel guests arrive, the ones awake at least. Charlie and Vaggie walked in first, Charlie greeting her dad with a hug before sitting down next to Vaggie. Husk and Angel walk in next, followed by an energetic Niffty darting to her seat. Lucifer places the final plate, Alastor's plate, down in front of him. However, seeing him ignore the plate, he pulls the newspaper down to see Al's face.
"Are you going to eat?" Lucifer leans forward, snatching the paper away to fold it down under his arm.
The rest of the table stopped to stare at the exchange.
"This isn't exactly to my liking, your majesty..." Alastor said through gritted teeth.
The king leaned forward, intruding in on Alastor's personal space, staring into his eyes with an intense gaze.
"Hmm..." Lucifer mumbled.
Alastor attempted to back away but found himself thwarted by the devil’s stare. He stared back, not wanting to show weakness by backing down first.
Angel leaned over to Husk to make a bet that something gets broken in the next 5 seconds. But before anyone can say anything, Lucifer stands up straight with a loud sigh.
"Very well, how's this then?" He points his finger at the plate in front of Alastor, adding on new... toppings.
Alastor stares at the plate in front of him. The once basic stack of pancakes was now only covered in blood and deer parts.
Alastor widened his eyes at the sudden change and looked back at the king in surprise. The king just shrugged and took his seat to begin eating. The rest of the table just glanced at around mentally asking each other, "What the hell just happened?!"
Alastor reluctantly picked up his fork and knife and stabbed at the bloody pancakes, gently cutting into it to impale a piece on his fork. Once the cut piece is on the fork, he side-eyes the king once more before taking a bite.
It wasn't that different from what he usually liked. He was expecting sweet since it's a pancake, but this was quite bitter and delicious to his pallette. It was so amazing that he had to stop himself from speed eating the rest out of respect for his dignity.
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Fiksi PenggemarI had an idea 🤷♀️ ~~~~~~~~~~ After the battle, Alastor remained injured and weak. His powers are draining, so he locks himself in his hotel room, desperately trying to heal himself with his voodoo. But nothing works... Alastor can feel his power d...
