Let's Make a Deal

Radios and Ducks

   Satan was just as annoying to deal with as he expected him to be. Grumpy, combative and actually physically aggressive when Lucifer tried to change the bandages on his wound. The damn bastard was lucky it didn't kill him when he wanted to fight the one person sticking around to actually help him. Lucifer got stuck there all night long, trying to take care of the reckless man and when it ended up with him getting stabbed in the shoulder he called Belphegor back to knock the combative man out.

   Only when he was unconscious did they manage to patch his wound a second time and change the bandages. Lucifer took it upon himself to use a little bit of his angelic power to heal the wound shut so he felt safe enough to finally leave. He had lost nearly two full days in Wrath trying to take care of his stubborn ass, and if he was healthy enough to try and fight Lucifer he was healthy enough for his servants to take care of him.

   He does make sure that Belphegor leaves a detailed explanation with the Imps on how to treat the remainder of the wound, which was mostly just trying to make sure Satan doesn't rip it open on his own. The last thing either himself or the Sin of Sloth wanted to was be dragged back because Satan was stupid.

   When he finally left Wrath he had wanted to return to the palace, but it seemed he instinctively pop himself into his room at the Hotel. The familiar white and red apple themed room bringing him actually a lot of comfort. He wondered when the safety of the Hotel started feeling more warming than the home he's had in Hell for thousands of years.

   Belphegor had of course stitched his wound in his shoulder shut and helped wrapped it, but just moving his arm undid most of that considering where the wound was. Belphegor had told him to keep his shoulder as still as he could, but he refused to stick his arm in a sling until it healed. He can't believe Satan stabbed him, much less stabbed him with something angelic. Though it doesn't surprise him at all the Sin of Wrath had plenty of angelic weapons around his palace, the idiot probably got shot with his own weapon.

   Lucifer sighed and carefully worked his coat off, throwing it onto the floor and glancing at his left shoulder. Seemed like he bled through the bandage quite a bit considering the large patch of gold on his shirt, probably when holding Satan down for Belphegor. Shaking his head he undid the buttons on his vest and shirt, pulled both of them off carefully and tossed them down on the ground with his coat. He doesn't bother with the rest of his clothes and simply falls face first onto his bed, figuring he could ignore the wound until the morning and patch it back up. He'd bothered Belphegor enough, he could handle the rest on his own. He hadn't gone and seen the Sin of Sloth when he got lashed on the back and his wings nearly severed, he doesn't need him for a hole in his shoulder.

   He was almost dozing off, fighting against the throbbing pain, when he noticed the shadows moving around beside his bed. He squinted in the darkness, blinking at the weird distortion in the shadows and then found himself staring up at a wide grinning dark blob. How a perpetually grinning shadow can look concerned is something Lucifer will never understand. The shadow shifted a bit closer until it was leaning largely over the bed and then reached a tendril out to poke his shoulder.

   Lucifer hissed in pain and rolled onto his back, draping his uninjured right arm over his eyes. Why is it always the left side of his body that gets targeted? "I'm fine, it's just a stab wound." The shadow shifted closer and Lucifer slid his arm a bit, blinking up at the blob. The shadow shifted nervously, drifted backwards and Lucifer knew what it was doing before it even left the bed. "No. Don't you dare go get Alastor." The shadow froze and shifted nervously, caught red handed. "Is he sleeping?" Another nervous shift and he knew he was right. "Then leave him alone. I'm not going to die from a stab wound in my shoulder."

   The shadow seemed to be weighting its options, shifting uncomfortably beside the bed and avoiding looking directly at him. It looked to be debating disobeying and leaving anyway or doing it when Lucifer looked away so it wouldn't be caught. Damn stubborn thing. Sighing slightly he waved toward the bed. "Get up here. You can be solid enough to hang onto me, right?" Probably depended on Alastor's magic levels, how solid it can make itself, and for how long. Thankfully, with the Radio Demon attached to Lucifer's magic, that bar probably increased. Which was why it didn't surprise him when the shadow eagerly wiggled into the bed and then slipped up behind him, solidifying itself enough to tug him close.