Helping Hand of the Fallen

Chapter 7: Deal With The Devil

In the end, it took Lucifer and his crew seven days to rebuild the new Hazbin Hotel. He found it ironic that the timing was similar to the creation of Earth.

'Tomorrow will be when the hotel is finalized,' he thought to himself, noting that the interior would be the last step for the whole thing to be complete.

Lucifer had been in a great mood today. Not only had his daughter insisted for him to have a place to stay in the hotel, but she was also offering to help with the move!

Riding high on this joy, Lucifer decided it was time to finish what he had promised Whispie. He approached the microphone on his bedside and examined it again. The item appeared to be a power amplifier, which he found both hilarious and fitting for a radio demon.

He knew fixing this would have an almost immediate effect. But since Alvern's wound was mostly healed, there shouldn't be much of a problem. He still couldn't escape the room, which meant he couldn't go as big as he did the first time he met the sinner. And Lucifer could always drain the fawn's power if needed, though that would absolutely be a last resort.

Rolling up his sleeves, Lucifer prepared himself. 'Shall we start then?' he thought, pouring his demonic energy into the microphone. This task was much easier and required less power than the healing.

It was no surprise that the process took less than a minute.

"There, all done~"

KRRRRRR!!!

The earthquake was very much within his expectations. "Dear me," Lucifer shook his head, "it seems like I need to deal with a deer throwing a tantrum too~"

Not wasting any time, he made his way toward the source of the rumbling.

"Oop!" Lucifer was suddenly slammed against the wall, pinned as Alastor reached for his neck, attempting to attack. Yet, that's all it was—just an attempt, nothing more.

"Oho?" Lucifer's grin grew menacingly while still conveying his amusement. "Daring, aren't we, little sinner?" He placed his hand on Alastor's reaching arm as if challenging him to choke him harder rather than just pushing it away.

Go on, and see where that leads, his gaze seemed to taunt.

Alastor growled animalistically, sending his tentacles to pierce the Devil while he withdrew his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah~" The King didn't even need to revert to his demonic form; his magic alone was enough to shield him.

He had to stifle a laugh when he saw some shadows gnawing on his shield. "Oh, Whispie, you too, buddy?" The shadow was as monstrous as ever, but Lucifer couldn't help but find it cute.

Lucifer decided to entertain the overlord and his power with his presence, so he conjured a chair and waited until Alastor either tired himself out or gave up. If necessary, he could use the gold ring on the overlord's hand to end this whole scene.

It took him a while, but after a series of failures and no progress whatsoever, Alastor finally settled down.

"Done with your tantrum, asshole?"

The radio demon didn't reply and just clicked his tongue. "Tch." Static crackled around the room.

Lucifer internally shook his head; this somehow reminded him of Charlie in her emo phase. "Well then, since you're calm now, fetch!" he said, tossing the fixed microphone at the unsuspecting demon. While Alastor caught it effortlessly, his gaze seemed to question.

How did you know?

How did you fix it?

Lucifer wasn't sure what exactly Alastor was asking, but he responded with, "Bitch, if I wanted to know everything about a subject of my domain, down to the deepest secrets, darkest desires, and sordid pasts, I could do so with a glance. This much is a bore."