Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

33. MISSION: Lucifer gets touched by a ghost, again(pt.6)

Am back bitches 🤭🤭
WHY DOES MY LIFE SUCK SM TF- Like I woke up with a sore throat a few days back and I was like "It's just a sore throat it's fine lol"
THEN MY BODY WENT "Take this bitc-" AND I HAD 103 FEVER. So I took the meds. IT GAVE ME HYPOTHERMIA THE FUCK.

Anyway

ENJOYYY!!!!!!!!!
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Alastor's POV

Alastor reclined in his chair, lazily spinning the bracelet around his finger like a conjurer waiting for his cue. Watching Lucifer work was always a show, and Alastor was the type of demon who appreciated the fine art of theatrics.

Lucifer stood in the middle of the room, his white-red wings spread majesticly. The bracelet was placed on top of the box. Inside, the spirit of Ragnor swirled and thrashed, screaming like a bad actor in a supernatural soap opera.

"Ragnor," Lucifer said, his voice low and measured, dripping with calm authority-the kind of authority that sent shivers down even the toughest demon's spine. "You're not making this easy for me."

Ragnor hissed from within the confines of the box, his voice distorted, echoing like it was coming from a tin can. "Do you think you can intimidate me, Fallen Angel? Your time is over! You're nothing but-"

Lucifer tilted his head, his red eyes narrowing ever so slightly. And that's when it happened.

The wings came out in a flash of light, red-white feathers spreading wide like the universe's fanciest solar flare. The room flooded with an oppressive energy that made Alastor sit up a little straighter in his chair. The air grew heavy, humming with power that prickled against his skin.

Oh, Lucifer wasn't just intimidating now-he was a one-man apocalypse. Alastor suppressed a shiver, reminding himself that he liked chaos.

"Do you know what I hate, Ragnor?" Lucifer said, his voice soft but laced with venom. "Being underestimated. It's exhausting, really."

Inside the box, Ragnor froze mid-swirling. The silence was deafening, except for the faint crackle of energy radiating off Lucifer.

"Look," Lucifer continued,"we both know how this ends. You give me what I want, or I start getting... creative. And trust me, you don't want to see me get creative."

Alastor leaned forward, elbows on his knees, thoroughly enjoying the show.

Ragnor's flickering voice finally returned, now a lot less confident. "You can't hurt me in here!"

Lucifer arched a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching in a barely-contained smirk. "Oh, sweetie. Who said anything about hurting you? I'm just going to make you very uncomfortable."

Alastor let out a low chuckle, earning a sharp glare from Lucifer. He raised his hands in mock surrender but didn't bother hiding his amusement. This was gold.

Lucifer crouched slightly. The glow of the box intensified, and Ragnor let out a panicked yelp.

"Okay, okay!" the ghost finally screeched. "I'll tell you! The one you're looking for is the captain of this ship! They're the one pulling the strings!"

Lucifer straightened up, wings folding neatly behind him as the oppressive energy dissipated. "See? Was that so hard?"

Ragnor hissed weakly but didn't argue.

Alastor applauded sarcastically from his chair, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Bravo, Lucifer. Truly, an inspired performance. I almost felt bad for the poor spirit."

"Almost?" Lucifer shot him a glare, his golden blush betraying him yet again. He shoved the bracelet into Alastor's hands. "Here. You deal with it."

Alastor took it, still grinning as he slid it back onto his wrist. The glow dimmed as the bracelet settled in place, and he tilted his head, watching Lucifer collapse onto the bed like he'd just run a marathon.