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27. MISSION: Haunted school (pt 2)

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Alastor's POV

Alastor sat coolly, watching as the principal, Ms. Selena La Rue, became more and more captivated by his every word. Her eyes had this distant, dazed look, like she'd just discovered the world's best chocolate cake and was trying to savor every bite. Meanwhile, Lucifer was practically vibrating behind him, probably on the verge of a heart attack at the spectacle that was unfolding.

Alastor couldn't help but internally smirk at Lucifer's reaction. Oh, how predictable. But this was all part of the plan-smooth talking the principal, making her feel comfortable, and drawing out the spirit that possessed her.

"You've really had a rough time, haven't you, Ms. La Rue?" Alastor said, his voice dripping with false concern. He leaned forward ever so slightly, maintaining eye contact like he was giving a TED talk on seduction. He had the woman completely hooked, and Lucifer, well... he was getting a masterclass in "How to Flirt for Demons 101."

The principal sighed, a little too dreamily. "You have no idea, Mr. Alastor. It's been... overwhelming." She blinked rapidly, clearly struggling to keep her composure. "I-I don't usually confide in people so easily, but... there's something about you."

Alastor smiled, inwardly rolling his eyes. Oh please, spare me. Outwardly, however, he gave her a look that would have made Casanova take notes.

"It's okay," he said, his tone soft, almost coaxing. "You're not alone in this. I understand what you're going through."

Behind him, Lucifer choked on his own saliva. There was a small, strangled noise that sounded something like, "He what?" But Alastor didn't bother looking back. This was going too well. Ms. La Rue's face softened even more, and before anyone could say "inappropriate workplace behavior," she leaned forward, resting her hand on Alastor's arm.

"Oh, Mr. Alastor, you're so... understanding," she whispered, her eyes flicking to his lips.

Lucifer's breath hitched audibly. Alastor could almost feel his disbelief hitting him like a physical force, like a cosmic slap to the face.

But things were just getting started. As if in slow motion, Ms. La Rue, still entranced, moved closer. Her voice had dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, the kind you'd hear in a cheesy romance novel. "I just... I never thought I'd meet someone like you."

And then-oh, this was a twist-Ms. La Rue, completely uninvited, perched herself right on Alastor's lap.

Lucifer made a noise that could only be described as a cross between a yelp and a dying seal. Alastor, on the other hand, was in full "Poker Face" mode, though internally he was thinking, Of course.

Now, Alastor had seduced a lot of people in his time-demons, spirits, souls, you name it-but he had not anticipated the principal getting quite so... eager. He remained calm, though. Always calm.

"I-uh-Ms. La Rue," Alastor said, glancing down at the woman now nestled on his lap like he was Santa Claus at a very inappropriate mall event. "I'm flattered, but-"

She batted her eyelashes, apparently not hearing a word. "You're so... different." She sighed dreamily again, and Alastor could practically see the spirit writhing beneath her skin, its possession tightening its grip on her thoughts.

Lucifer was hovering in the background like he might just explode, his face an incredible mix of outrage and disbelief. He mouthed something at Alastor, but all Alastor could make out was something along the lines of, "Are you serious right now?"