𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐦𝐳𝐲.

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That night was not the most enjoyable for Lucifer.

See, the King was quite the contradiction. In his standard form, sans demonic attributes or not, he was generally unaffected by most things mortal beings found themselves victims too. However, in a form not his own, that was no longer the case. Quite the contrary, he found himself greatly discomforted by mundane things that never affected him prior.

Like the cold, if one will. Lucifer spent the last night positively freezing and well on his way to frozen. The Louisiana summer wasn't known for being notably chilly, especially not in the bayou. And Lucifer had enough knowledge of the overworld to know plenty of snakes took up residence around the cypress roots without issue. Yet here he was, a block of ice on a bookshelf. Put him in a drink and it may just be the most refreshing thing to ever grace a person’s lips. Not that Lucifer was seeking out an ice cold beverage at the present moment.

Then there was Alastor, a man who'd never once in his life raised an animal. Killed a great deal, that's for sure, and Lucifer was growing worried he would unintentionally be added to the trophy wall of bones in the sitting room with this current rate of neglect. The ignorant fool was passed out, cozied beneath his own quilts like Lucifer's freezing discomfort meant absolutely nothing.

He felt rather perturbed at the picture before him, in all truth. The sight of Alastor with the blankets pulled near nose high, the tip of one foot of toes peeking out at the bottom. It was undoubtedly cute but alas, it infuriated Lucifer more than anything. How dare this mortal soul experience utter comfort whilst he produced scaly goosebumps in response to the chill. He couldn't stand it, nope, no more of this cold-blooded life for him. Reptiles could keep this level of masochism to themselves, Lucifer did not want it.

He carefully floated himself to the ground- yes, floated . He may not have been able to produce an invisible space heater but levitation was well within his wheelhouse. As stated, a very contradictory man- and slithered from the room through the tiny crack in the door. In a poof, he was back to normal. Tall stature- well, not quite tall per say, but certainly featuring a higher vantage point than in his snake form- and light blond hair, skin still white as snow but lacking in the scales department. He took a sigh, enjoying the bliss of being unaffected by the limits of mortality.

In his contentment, Lucifer forgot about one of his natural features. The damn hooves he had in place of toes. His few hours spent serpentine had made him completely forget the click clack his normal form would make on a proper wooden floor. But he was immediately reminded as the loud click rang out with his first step.

“Shit,” he whispered quietly to himself. He turned to the crack in the door, peering through the darkness to see if Alastor was still sleeping soundly. Thankfully for poor old Lucifer's sake, the radio host didn't move a muscle. Lucifer nodded to himself in relief before glaring down at the floor and his own hooves. If he hadn't been so paranoid about waking Alastor, he likely would have cursed them out like a clumsy man curses the wall.