A Realization (A Radioapple/Appleradio story)

Ch 10 A New Light

Alastor takes out his last roll of bandage from his dresser. It's been almost a week since Alastor had the deep cut Adam inflicted onto him. Yet,

It

Still

Bleeds.

I'll surely die soon if I don't figure out a solution. Alastor tightens his grip on the roll in an effort to try to make his hands stop shaking. Alastor walks slowly over to his bed, sitting down, his breath getting heavier with every movement Alastor makes. Alastor's smile starts to straighten out. His deer ears glued to the sides of his head, Alastor lets out a soft whimper and then proceeds to scold himself internally. With a snap of his fingers, Alastor's blood stained shirt disappears and reappears across the room, on his dresser, neatly folded. Alastor closes his eyes. He hates to admit it, but he's a little nervous to take a look at his wound, which seems to get worse every time. After some hesitation, Alastor brings the bandages to his chest and looks down.

The cut is horribly uneven for. In some spots, Alastor can clearly see his dark red, almost brown, looking flesh peeking out in between bubbled-up blisters. And in other spots, Alastor's skin was clear with only minor bruising.

Alastor takes in a jagged breath, and a few whimpers escape his lips as he does.

….

Alastor clutches the railing to the stairs tightly as he slowly makes his way to the lobby.

It's midnight, so no one should be up. Alastor walks over to the bar, pouring himself a light drink. Alastor was never much of a drinker, but he could be when he wanted to.

Alastor takes a gentle sip of his drink before spinning his chair to look at the doors of the hotel. Alastor's eyes soften as he remembers the first time he came to the hotel. Charlie had greeted him and had, ‘ordered him to say for as long as he chooses,’ like that made any sense.

Alastor felt a weird feeling gathering in his stomach as he thought about Charlie. “Maybe it's a bit late to be drinking.” Alastor spoke to himself.

But Alastor knew deep down what he was feeling was.

Lucifer wakes up on the couch, his hand in a fist position. Lucifer sits up, releasing his hand from its choked state.

Oh

Lucifer's eye widened with surprise as he saw the slightly deep scratch marks on his palm. The marks were turning purple at this point. Lucifer sighs, bringing his hand up to ruffle his hair. The king's eyes scan the room and…

He's alone.

Lucifer recalls briefly everyone talking about…well, Charlie. And their favorite things about her.