A Secret; a radio-apple story

chapter one; meet cute right?

A/N. Mention of drinking and trying not to get copyrighted 

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Third pov. Alastor

Hell seemed louder than normal as Alastor made his way down the street. He was feeling in better sprites as of late and was acknowledging late for dinner his friend Rosie.

Passing by a club, the music pounded and he pinned his ears back annoyed. They clearly had no idea what good music was. Intending to head on wards he paused when a voice shouted from inside, "and now for our special guest, we all know him, The King of Hell!" 

The crowd roared as Alastors curiosity was piped and he slipped inside. Sweaty sinners, and Hellborn seemed entranced as they cheered for a figure taking the stage. Alastor found a corner and watched as a short man took the microphone from the announcer. He cleared his throat taping the mic before screaming, "what's up Hell!"

As if the club couldn't get any louder it did. Alastor squinted at the man. There was no way in this Hell that the King himself is at such a shabby place.

The "king " stepped forward, a smile playing on his lips as a tune started to play from the speakers. The man seemed drunk out of his mind, slightly tilting in place. Too intrigued to leave though Alastor watched the man start to sing,

"Once i was afraid, i was petrified! Kept thinking i could never live without you by my side..."
And he belted out the rest of the song "i will survive"  the crowd singing along with him.

Alastor sighed cleaning his monocle. Well this was a waste of three minutes. Searching for the exit, Alastor tired to maneuver his way through the crowd but it was too full in there. The man on stage however seemed to be almost crying as the crowd waited to hear what he was going to sing next. The mic screeched and everyone winced as he shouted, "and that song goes out to my beautiful daughter Charlie! And my wife, Lilith. Who, um, isn't here anymore. But! I will survive!"

Stopping in his tracks Alastor turned back around. Now that Interesting. If that really is the king of hell then he is going to be one unlucky soul.

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Third person; Lucifer

Stepping off the stage of the club Lucifer tripped his way to the bar for another drink. He couldnt even remember what drink he was on considering how he usually drank alone. But the depression inside him had finally made its way to his heart spreading that awful black bitterness into his life. Even though stepping out meant breaking his promise.

Downing the bottle of whisky back, he sat alone at the bar. His finger made circles around the rim of his glass and he let the music play, wishing he was anywhere but here. It was his own drunken stupidity that had him singing in front of everyone. He hadn't done that in years.
The chair beside his moved as someone sat down. Lucifer casted a glance at the tall stranger. He was well aware of sinners situations when they died but this one he couldn't fathom why there smile seemed to never leave their face as they ordered a drink.

"Keep staring at me like that and you'll burn a whole through my face, my dear."

Lucifer snapped out of his daze sitting up straight. "Oh sorry, I—."

"Oh don't be." Interrupted the stranger, taking a sip of his beverage. "Sorry I mean. Lucifer is it? My my, you know your much shorter then I pictured."

Lucifer scoffed. "Well thats because the other inches went somewhere else."

The mans eyes widened as he suddenly coughed on his drink. Lucifer laughed as the man patted his chest trying to stop the reaction dropping his drink. He didn't mean to take the man by surprise but he couldn't help himself. The aftermath was better than he'd hoped.
The stranger took a moment to compose themselves before twisting on the bar stole towards him. Lucifer saw the strangers lips move but couldn't hear what he said.

"What?" He yelled.

The stranger rolled his eyes taking cash out to pay for their drinks. He stood up towering over Lucifer then making a "come on" gesture.
Frowning he followed the man outside. In the back of his mind however he was wondering why he was making such a reckless decision to follow someone he met less than three seconds ago. He didn't have an answer. But the way the man seemed to carry himself with confidence, like he knew no one could touch him bewitched Lucifer.

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*that joke isn't mine id just saw it somewhere and thought it would fit them! So sorry it's so short and it kind of sucks but the next chapter is like ten times better.

Have a good night/ good day!