Dont wanna leave you anymore

The moon taught me there is beauty in darkness too

Alastor was buzzing with excitement as he got himself ready to see Rosie. It was 6 in the morning, and he had just woken up. He wasn't sure if Lucifer was awake yet, but they couldn't afford to be late.

Making his way to Lucifer's door, Alastor knocked lightly. "Your Majesty, are you awake?" There was no response. After a moment, he knocked again, but still nothing.

He considered entering but then remembered how Lucifer had strictly told him not to come in without permission.

"Your Highness, we're about to be late," Alastor called out. Finally, he heard some movement inside—something shuffling, followed by the sound of glass clattering to the floor.

"Your Majesty, can I come in?" Alastor knocked once more.

"Wait! Not yet! Give me 5 seconds!" Lucifer sounded frantic, as if caught off guard.

Alastor began counting. "One... two... three... four... five."

With that, he opened the door and was greeted by a surprising sight—a hill of ducks scattered all over the room. In the middle of it stood Lucifer, dressed in duck-themed pajamas, his hair a wild mess. Alastor noticed the plates of food he had brought Lucifer for dinner the past two nights, all untouched.

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he took in the chaotic scene. "What...?" he began, struggling to find the words.

Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of authority. "WHY DID YOU COME IN?"

Alastor's chest rose and fell with a deep breath, his hands still clasped behind his back. "You told me to give you 5 seconds," he replied, his voice a bit rougher than usual. "I saw that as an invitation after 5 seconds."

Lucifer, noticing the slight change in Alastor's tone, hurriedly tried to straighten his hair, feeling the weight of the situation.

"I was working till... now?" Lucifer muttered, suddenly realizing how much time had passed. With a snap of his fingers, his usual clothes appeared on his body, but his hair remained tousled and unruly.

Alastor stepped closer, lifting his hand as if to touch him, but quickly withdrew, shaking off the impulse. "Your hair," he pointed out softly.

"Oh, uh..." Lucifer glanced at Alastor before turning away. With a single sweep of his hand, he smoothed his hair back into its usual neat style. "You didn’t eat what I gave you the last two days, did you?" Alastor asked, his tone a mix of concern and accusation.

Lucifer stiffened slightly. "I wasn’t really hungry. Anyway, we should get going." He turned to leave, but Alastor melted into the shadows, reappearing directly in front of him, blocking his path.

"We will eat together—every breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Alastor declared firmly. "It's for your own good, Your Majesty."

Lucifer crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "And who are you to command your king?"

Alastor gazed down at him, his sharp smile unwavering. "I’m not trying to be scary, Your Majesty," he replied, waving his hand dismissively. "I simply want you to do me one itty-bitty favor."

Lucifer scoffed, looking away. "I don't feel like eating—with anyone, or in general."

"Then I’ll accompany you to your room for every meal," Alastor insisted, his smile turning almost cat-like.

Lucifer sighed, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're really too stubborn."

Alastor nodded with a grin, his expression playful. "Fine, Whatever makes you sleep at night." Lucifer conceded, rolling his eyes with amusement. "Let's get this over with."