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~Breaking the mask~ !Radioapple!

This was once again requested by @TheOfficialLuci, go check them out! (>_<)

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The grand halls of Lucifer's Tower were eerily silent. The typical hum of demonic energy, the whispers of Hell's power echoing through the corridors, had dulled to a stillness. Alastor, the ever-cheerful Radio Demon, wandered the halls with a playful bounce in his step, humming a jaunty tune from decades past. Despite his usual showman persona, tonight, something tugged at the back of his mind—a nagging sense that something was off. 

He followed that instinct, his grin never faltering, though his eyes flickered with curiosity. He made his way through the hallways, stopping in front of the vast, ornate door to Lucifer's private chambers. A faint but unmistakable scent of blood lingered in the air.

Alastor hesitated for the briefest of moments. The thought of Hell's king in any kind of distress seemed unthinkable, but something inside urged him forward. His slender fingers gripped the brass handle, and he slipped inside.

The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the pale glow of a single candle flickering on a nearby desk. Lucifer sat in the middle of the room, his back to the door, hunched over with a blade glinting in his hand. The sight was both shocking and surreal: the almighty ruler of Hell, the embodiment of pride and power, slowly dragging the blade across his forearm, crimson streaks marring his otherwise flawless skin.

Alastor's smile faltered for the first time in ages.

"My, my," Alastor's voice cut through the silence, soft but firm, "I never expected to see you like this, dear Lucifer."

Lucifer froze, his grip on the blade tightening for a moment before it fell from his hand, clattering to the floor. He didn't turn around, but his voice, cold and venomous, filled the room.

"What do you want, Alastor?" he spat. "Come to revel in your king's weakness?"

The Radio Demon stepped closer, his smile creeping back onto his face though his eyes betrayed concern. "Weakness? Oh no, my dear friend, even gods have their dark moments, do they not?"

Lucifer didn't respond, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his body trembling with an anger that wasn't directed at Alastor but at himself.

Alastor's usual exuberant demeanor shifted, just slightly. He wasn't here to mock, not this time. His tone softened, still light but without its usual condescending edge. "It's rare to see you without the mask of control. To be honest, it's... refreshing. But I can't help but wonder—why?"

Lucifer finally spoke, his voice quieter now, drained of its usual arrogance. "Because I tire of it, Alastor. All of it. The endless reign, the expectations, the constant weight of being... perfect. Even in Hell, I am expected to be something I cannot always be. I am the King, the symbol of strength. But sometimes... even I break."

Alastor stood beside him now, his eyes carefully studying Lucifer's face. He had never seen the King like this, so raw, so vulnerable. The one who demanded unwavering loyalty, who commanded fear from all who dared stand before him, was crumbling. And in that moment, Alastor felt something strange—a tug of empathy.

"It seems," Alastor began slowly, "that even the proudest of kings can falter under the weight of their crown."

Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. "You wouldn't understand."

"Wouldn't I?" Alastor's tone sharpened, though not with malice. "We all wear masks, Lucifer. We all hide the parts of ourselves that we dare not show. You, the king who must always be invincible. And I, the monster who revels in chaos. But under all of that, we're more alike than you might think."

Lucifer glanced at him, his crimson eyes meeting Alastor's for the first time since he'd entered the room. There was something there—an understanding, perhaps.

"What do you want from me, Alastor?" Lucifer asked, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

The Radio Demon knelt beside him, picking up the discarded blade and carefully setting it aside. "I don't want anything from you, Lucifer. I'm merely here to remind you that even kings have the right to feel. To hurt. And to heal."

Lucifer looked away, the weight of his own emotions pressing down on him like a suffocating fog. "I can't afford to be weak."

"Strength," Alastor said, his voice taking on an almost soothing cadence, "is not in never falling, but in knowing when to rise again." He smiled, though it was softer now, more genuine than the façade he usually wore. "You may be the King of Hell, but even you are allowed to bleed."

Lucifer was silent for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as he processed Alastor's words. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to exhale, to let go of the rigid control he always maintained.

Without a word, Alastor sat beside him, the two of them enveloped in the stillness of the room. The silence was no longer oppressive but comfortable, a shared moment of vulnerability between two beings who were, in many ways, far more similar than they ever cared to admit.

After a long while, Lucifer spoke again, his voice quiet but steady. "Thank you, Alastor. For... not judging."

Alastor's grin widened, though it lacked its usual edge. "Oh, I wouldn't dare. After all, my dear Lucifer, it's not every day I get to see the King of Hell as demon as the rest of us."

Lucifer let out a small, almost imperceptible chuckle. "Don't get used to it."

Alastor laughed softly. "I wouldn't dream of it."

And for that night, at least, the king of Hell was not alone.

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(~909 Words~)

Y'all this one was the first time I wrote a character x character oneshot and I think it's pretty good but idk (;-;)

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Also ik I said I wont be posting as much but I finished this like yesterday so y not lol

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~Angel xx