Let's Make a Deal

The Ring of Envy

   Tea, a reasonable hour of the day to have tea, was not five in the morning.

   Lucifer is going to set Alastor on fire and joyfully watch him burn.

   They had a great night. The date, because that was definitely what yesterday had been, was enjoyable and he wouldn't mind visiting Tombstone Park again. Getting to feed the little ducks had been so much fun. Their very odd vicious ways of eating and ripping apart the flesh they were given with those horrifying disgusting teeth was still somehow endearing in a way. They might not be his adorable little yellow soft ducks with their happy little chirps, they were definitely hellified creatures, but they were still cute. Charming in their own way and certainly Alastor liked them. That might have been the biggest pull of all of that, Alastor liked them and was with him doing it.

   Feeding horrifying Hell creatures and eating in Cannibal Town were certainly not things he would do on his own. The experience wasn't bad because of the person he got to do it with. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he was just realizing the amount of things he was willing to experience and do because Alastor was with him. Cannibal Town and the cannibals themselves were starting to feel like so much more of a part of his world view just because of Alastor. He doesn't think he ever spared them much thought before. Their sin was–well, rather disgusting he had thought.

   It still was, despite the fact he had gone and eaten their food last night.

   The night had finished out even better though as he had thankfully gotten to spend it with the demon once more, wrapped in his bed and comfortably embraced. It's become so common now, sharing a bed with Alastor, bouncing between their rooms. It's not even a thought that seems to cross either of their minds now, just a quick question of where they wanted to go or falling into whatever bed happened to be near them at the moment. They've stayed in his room, his palace bedroom and now Alastor's room.

   It feels so normal. So domestic and easy.

   Considering the lack of sleep he had gotten the day before as well, that was quite the pleasurable experience. Apparently it wasn't meant to last long though because the moment four AM rolled around, Alastor was waking him up and Lucifer was being dragged from the very enjoyable sleep he was getting.

   To be quite honest, he doesn't even remember dressing or getting to Cannibal Town. Can't remember if they walked or used magic. He had to look at himself to even remember what he was wearing, which was apparently his normal white slacks with just a red button down. One of the button downs patterned with angel wings on the back of it actually. This shirt had been custom made for him by Asmodeus as a gift a long time ago, if he remembers right.

   If this was the normal time of day that cannibals got up, Lucifer was certainly going to question Rosie's sanity more than he already does. Four AM was not a respectable time to be awake. Though he knows they wanted to get to Cannibal Town early enough to talk to her, before they headed off to Envy, this seemed a bit extreme.

   He was so tired.

   "Is his Majesty going to be alright? Alastor dear, why didn't you let the poor man rest? He looks half dead. Almost dead enough to eat!"

   His face was pressed down against the table, buried in the smooth top of it with a cup of tea just to the side of him. He hadn't touched it, he wasn't even interested in it, that's how early it was. He does hear Alastor chuckle beside him at the Cannibal Overlord's words. "He's fine. Unfortunately we did really need to catch you before we went to Envy this afternoon. Our time would have been tighter if I attempted to catch you on your lunch break. And I do not wish to have you close your store just because of us. It's rude."