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   Whatever Alastor was out doing, he sure was taking a long time in doing it. He worked through his paperwork quickly, burning the ones that were bullshit and signing what actually needed to be signed off on. He doesn't know how long he spent bent over his desk, working away and losing his mind, but it was long enough for the exhaustion to set in and his eyes begin to burn. He rubbed his face tiredly and blinked at the next piece of paper he had read about three times but still couldn't process any single bit of. At this point, words no longer looked like words; they seemed more like scribbles. The office had grown dark, the blood red moon now hung large in the sky and a glance at his phone told him it was actually three in the morning. Maybe the shadow forgot?

   That thought was quickly corrected when he saw the shadows in his room shift before gathering in the middle of the floor. They stretched up in the form of the Radio Demon and Alastor materialized across from his desk. Lucifer blinked, tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. The demon narrowed his gaze slightly and then shot a scolding look down at his shadow. When it cowered beneath him Alastor turned his head away to look back at Lucifer. "I apologize Sire, the annoying thing didn't tell me you were waiting for me."

   "Be nice to it. I didn't tell it to tell you, I asked it to keep an eye on you and to tell me when you got home." He squinted at the demon and then motioned with his hand toward him. "What were you doing so late?"

   Alastor swung his microphone cane down to the ground and leaned against it, long clawed nails tapping against the object. "Do you really want to know?"

   "Don't make me regret asking." Sighing, he pushed away from the desk and collected the heavenly envelope from where he had gently tucked it away. "Let's move into a sitting area, I have something to give you."

   "Oh?"

   He avoids the other's curious gaze at what was in his hand and headed toward the double doors that lead into his bedroom. There was a fireplace off to the side with some chairs, not that he usually used the fireplace. Hell was hot enough and Lucifer himself ran rather warm, but it was aesthetically pleasing and he enjoyed the sound of the crackling flames. He didn't bother lighting it but he did turn to the gramophone and pulled the record on it off. Flipping it over he set it back down on the turntable and pulled the needle over to set it down on the edge of the record. Once the classical music started to flow from it he turned to look over at Alastor. He had gotten himself comfortable in one of the chairs and flicked the fireplace on himself, green flames dancing inside.

   "Do you want something to drink?"

   Alastor hummed and tilted his head. "Wine?"

   "Sounds fine to me." Opening a portal to the kitchen he stepped inside, fussed around with the glasses and a bottle before returning back to the bedroom. He sat both glasses down, filled them with the aged wine and passed one of them to Alastor. Picking up his own he moved to the chair across from the demon and sat down a bit nervously. "So, I got a message from Gabriel today."

   Alastor sipped his wine and watched Lucifer over the rim of his glass.

   "Sir Pentious' house arrest has been lifted, Zadkiel won."

   "How wonderful for him. I doubt they've stopped scrutinizing him though."

   "Right you are." A small shrug and he sipped his wine. "That wasn't the only thing he called for though."

   "You're keeping me on the edge of my seat, Sire." He can hear the roll of Alastor's eyes in his tone, the bastard.

   "I just–" a nervous glance toward the shadow behind Alastor who nodded encouragingly toward him. "I don't know how you'll take this. I know you don't like people prying into your business and I don't want you to be mad." Alastor looked irritated and the shadow was shaking his head at him. Okay, that was the wrong thing to say. Now Alastor wasn't trusting whatever this was. Heaving a sigh he pulled the envelope out and offered it over toward him. "Please don't be mad."

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