Day 4 ----->ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ/ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦
Eldritch esque Lucifer I suppose because why not
Tw: blood and injuries, self-harm and implied attempted suicide
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It has been almost a decade since Alastor and Lucifer were an item and the deer, throughout the years, have already picked up a few quirks and habits there and there from the short king.
Like how he would either fidget with his apple cane when embarrassed or anxious or with his sleeves when he had one.
Or how he would overuse his hips as a second ways to close the fridge or doors when his hands were full, sometimes earning a perverted remark from Angel Dust when he would pass by.
Or how his tail would instantly wag slightly when Charlie talked to him about a new idea of her to improve either the hotel's reputation or it's residents' health.
Or how his demon form would flare up just barely when Heaven was mentioned, although this other aspect of the king was not because of anger but rather a bottle of unwanted emotions was kept in his insides, threatening to be let out at the most abrupt moment.
That was also something that Alastor noticed and it was crucial, especially for their kind of... Partnership let's say.
Lucifer was an explosive being when it came to processing what he felt.
The deer was fully aware of that, not doubting that such petite body would be a fuel of raw, unfiltered feelings who were dangerous if not controlled wisely. Way before they could even considered each others as close acquaintances, Alastor could have already noticed how already irritated the devil was towards him just after the hotel was rebuilt and when he appeared again after licking his wounds.
He didn't even talked to him that day! You had no idea how delighted the crimson anthropomorphic demon was when he learned that information!
But then that delight turned into a calmer amusement when he would comfort Lucifer about someone who tried to hurt Charlie or the hotel in general.
And unfortunately, that calmer amusement would soon transform itself to unfamiliar worry when his fallen archangel had those specific episodes as Hell would break and loose, the once familiar acid rain that poured outside would grumble and then turn into a raging, murderous storm.
Personally, why would they even need yearly extermination, the King's scarred heart was enough to tear up the ring in half.
Alastor remembered one night when during one of his night strolls, the already bummed out weather started to get darker as an already used sounds of water running down started to echo through the sulfuric air.
At first, the deer thought that it would be just another rainy day and was about to simply use his magic to shield himself from the uncomfortable light water.
Until that supposed soft and small rain soon developed himself into a heavier and more intimidating one, the slow and constant, almost rhythmic, crashing sound getting faster until an hammering sound of buildings crashing nearby could be heard following a raging thundery one.
That's when Alastor knew it would more than just bad weather.
And that this scheme seems oh so familiar with him.
As if...
As if it was someone's anguish and sadness.
Instantly, Alastor conjured a shadow spell, teleporting him to his and Lucifer's shared room, his somewhat neutral grinning face contrasting with his fearful, almost alarmed gaze as his shadow frantically and immediately took his owner to the nearest spot where his dear fallen angel was.
