HELLISH LOVE ( a radioapple/appleradio story )

𝒐𝒏𝒆, Lucifer's Little Feat

                                                                                   No one's POV:

                           The same day when the First Man died, Alastor was about to as well. He winces in pain, clenching his bloody abdomen as he crawled on the debris of the Hazbin Hotel. Even with his body in immense pain, he was trying his hardest to army crawl his way to a nearby deceased exorcist. He grunts with every movement his hips make, finally managing to reach the angel's limp and still body. He stares at it, his wide toothy grin plastered onto his face.

 Without hesitation, he sticks his sharp yellow teeth into the exorcist's neck, trying to drink as much blood from it as he can, savoring every drop he can. He feels his wound's pain healing a bit, not as much he'd like it too, though. Alastor hears faint footsteps and the rubble from underneath the mysterious character's feet approaching him. He looks up, his teeth still puncturing the angel's neck. It was Lucifer, his expression unreadable and his eyebrows raised. "Huh? What're you doing? That dead angel isn't gonna help ya, dumbass."

                                                                                   Lucifer's POV: 

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, why was he drinking an exorcist's blood? ..I sighed and crouched down to Alastor when he didn't respond, well, if narrowing his eyes at me counted as one. "It's dead, if you're hoping for the angel's blood to "magically" heal you like it's some potion, it's not." I looked at him, my eyes brows separating from each other and no longer furrowed.

Alastor released his teeth from the exorcist's bare neck, glaring at me lightly. "Oh? How would you know? You're not in my position..." I rolled my eyes, inhaling sharply. "I would know 'cause I was one. Well—not an exorcist, but an angel!" I reply, wow, I said that..very proudly.. huh...

                                                                                   Alastor's POV:

I stayed silent, my ears pinning back on my reddish-pink hair. Ugh, I wanted to hit him, but I was too weak to do so—let alone breathe properly. I winced in pain again as I tried to move away from Lucifer, fuck—I'm vulnerable right now.. "Hah, you're so weak!" I could imagine him saying that, but he didn't. "So, ya want some help? Or are you too prideful for some assistance?" He teased, smiling mischievously at me with his hands behind his back. He was mocking me! I growled at him, what a pain he is. I'm guessing this is all just an act for something in return though..but, he could heal my wounds...hmm, I suppose I'll play along with his little feat...

                   A/N: HEYY,  I know the first chapter was short, but I'll promise to try and write longer chapters for y'all if u want, mkay? And if you guys have any suggestions about futures chapters, I'd be willing to look into your guys' opinions.