Dont wanna leave you anymore

Storm in his eyes, fire in his soul, he was half but seemed whole

After their hands parted, Alastor felt more alive, energized by Lucifer’s power.It felt good around him, almost relaxing. "Well, I prepared a room already for you, I will show it to you. I will show you in general where everything is, and we have to change your clothes either, y'know, so people know you’re my guard and all."

Lucifer ran his hand through his almost chin-length hair. He wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of an outfit change, but it was something he knew to expect, so he wasn’t too surprised. They walked out of the door and took a different staircase up. "My room is on the top floor; yours will be right in front of mine so it will be easier for us to contact each other.

Oh, and I will also give you a phone so we can stay in touch." Alastor tilted his head to the side. He did not need a ringing device. "I must insist on this one thing, my king; I do not need such a device. I can just use my shadow to talk to you if I’m far away." Lucifer shook his head and stopped in front of a door. "A phone will be better." Alastor let out a small breath, his ears falling slightly backward. "I know you don’t like those technologies, but it will be only for you and me to write. Plus, I know you and Vox have a bad relationship, enemies and all, so I will just give you one of my phones." Alastor admitted defeat. "If it makes the king feel much safer, I will agree to that." Lucifer smiled slightly and opened the door they had been standing in front of for a while now.

"This is your room. You, uh, you can decorate it differently, of course." Alastor certainly would. The room looked like the rest of the castle: bright gold and white, ugly. "Like I said, my room will be right in front of yours. If you need anything else, just come to my room and knock, but don’t come in without me agreeing." Alastor nodded and stepped into the room, already starting to envision the changes he would make. He could feel Lucifer watching him, leaning against the door.

Alastor didn’t turn to him but asked, "Is something the matter, your majesty?" Lucifer, now standing straight and playing with his fingers rather nervously, replied, "Nothing is the matter, don’t worry your red head about it." Alastor looked at him now, 'red head.' "It’s just that, uh, I have been alone for some centuries. It’s strange having someone move in."

Lucifer glanced at his watch and added quickly, "I have work to do. You can, uh, just walk around and do... stuff?" With that, Lucifer walked off.

Alastor watched Lucifer for a while but then turned his attention to his room. His room was a perfect blend of vintage charm and eerie elegance, reflecting his flamboyant and sinister personality. The room was designed with an Art Deco aesthetic, reminiscent of the 1920s and 1930s, which was evident in the choice of furniture and decorative elements.

Antique radios and vintage lamps were prominently displayed, contributing to the old-timey ambiance. The color scheme was dominated by rich reds and deep blacks, mirroring his own appearance. These colors created a dramatic and slightly menacing atmosphere, enhancing the room’s overall mood.

Throughout the room, there were several antique radios and old-fashioned microphones, symbolizing his love for broadcasting and his persona as the "Radio Demon." These items were carefully placed, adding to the room’s unique character. The wallpaper and carpets featured ornate patterns that complemented the vintage decor while adding a touch of sophistication.

The combination of these elements made his room a fascinating and unsettling space, perfectly suited to his enigmatic and charismatic nature. He rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. He maybe should go around and do dinner, it's starting to get late and Lucifer didn't seem to have eaten in a while. Ahh, a pot of jambalaya won't hurt in such a time!

As he walked out of his room, he quickly noticed the castle needed cleaning. He would have to ask Lucifer for permission to get a maid (Niffty), but for now, it would stay dirty. He walked down all the stairs again, landing in the hall. There were four rooms. "Let's see..." He let his shadow go through all the rooms. The first one was a bathroom. Strange for the King of Hell to have such a room since he probably didn't have to answer the call of nature, being a fallen angel. The other room was the dining hall and on the other side was the kitchen.