Alastor harshly hits Lucifer over the head with his radio cane. The king had been all too quiet for almost five minutes now.
Lucifer's dark, red, devil horns appear before immediately disappearing. “What the fuck was that—”
SLAM
“Shit.”
Lucifer backs away from the newly formed dent in the outer wall of the coffee shop.
Alastor covers his mouth to keep from laughing, then scolds himself for almost letting his emotions slip.
He had learned very well some time ago how to hide his emotions by his mother.
Apologies, mother, I won't let this imbecile control me.
And for a moment, just a second, Alastor felt slightly guilty. Fuck! I need to go talk to Rosie!
Angel laughs historically a few feet away as Husk tries to stop him, shooting the king an apologetic look. Lucifer smiles nervously, his eyes flashing between the angel and the ground. “Don't you think the polite thing to do is fix the wall you have caused destruction to?”
Alastor speaks in a loud tone to be heard over angels cackling. Lucifer straightens his posture, reaching a hand out to the air, his apple cane appearing in his dark grey hands. “Right...”
Lucifer lifts his cane when the door to the coffee shop swings open and a demon steps out, their eyes blazing.
“How fucking DARE you destroy—” the demon stops dead in their tracks, pointing a shaky finger at Lucifer.
“Y...you...your majesty.” An obviously fake smile appears on the demon's face, most likely hiding their annoyance with the situation. Lucifer nods quickly, a unsure expression on his face, “My bad; I am so sorry for this.” Lucifer points his cane at the dent, and after a moment, it's gone.
The demon stares in awe, then shakes their head abruptly. “Not a problem, sir, please come in!”
“Does that mean everything's on the house or...?” Angel asked, to which the demon responds with a
Are-you-fucking-serious face. Angel backs up a bit, “Aww, but we have the—”
“HAVE A SEAT!” The demon holds the door open for them.
As they walk inside, a few sinners turn their heads, not many though; the rest seem to be too drunk to notice.
Alastor looks around the small shop that looked quite unimpressive,
Guess that's hell.
Lucifer's face seemed to mimic Alastor's thoughts. Angel took the lead, heading straight to a four-person table in the back of the shop.
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A Realization (A Radioapple/Appleradio story)
FanfictionAlastor, the radio demon, finds himself badly injured. He trys his best to hide it. All while swimming in a jagged sea of emotions, memories, requests, pain, and worst of, a Internal confliction on Lucifer the king of hell. On the other hand, Lucife...
