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Lucifer’s POV
Lucifer slumped against Alastor’s chest as they moved down the hallway. His wings twitched nervously, like they were still expecting a ghostly tickle ambush. His cheeks were still glowing gold, and he’d resigned himself to the fact that Alastor was never going to let him live this down.
“That ghost is going to regret touching me,” he muttered.
Alastor smirked. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. You looked so... vulnerable. I almost feel bad for scaring it off. Almost.”
Lucifer scowled. “Shut up.”
“Is that any way to talk to the man who just saved your dignity?”
“What dignity?” Lucifer grumbled.
They turned the corner and descended a staircase that led to the main hall of the ship. It was eerily quiet, save for the faint creaks and groans of the ship’s old wood. The place reeked of mildew and bad decisions.
“So,” Alastor said, his voice light, “where exactly are we supposed to find this captain?”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “The captain is below deck. Duh? That’s where we’re headed.”
Alastor hummed, clearly unimpressed with Lucifer’s navigation skills.
They continued downward, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. By the time they reached the lowest deck, it felt like they were walking into a freezer that hadn’t been cleaned since the Titanic sank.
“This place screams ‘haunted,’” Alastor said cheerfully.
Lucifer glanced at him. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Immensely.”
They reached a door at the end of the hallway. It was old, warped, and looked like it had been painted over a thousand times to hide its true horrors. Lucifer reached for the handle but hesitated.
“You want me to open it?” Alastor asked, smirking.
“No,” Lucifer snapped. “I’ve got it.”
He swung the door open, and they stepped inside.
The room was massive, dimly lit by a single flickering lantern hanging from the ceiling. And in the center of the room, there it was—a ship inside a room.
Yes, you read that right. A full-on, miniature ghost ship was floating in the middle of the room, surrounded by what looked like swirling mist.
“This is… new,” Alastor said, his voice tinged with actual curiosity.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the ship. “That’s not normal.”
A booming laugh echoed through the room, making Lucifer’s wings snap open instinctively. The ghostly figure of a captain appeared on the deck of the tiny ship, complete with a tattered coat, a ridiculous hat, and an overabundance of glowing blue energy.
“Well, well, well,” the captain said, his voice dripping with smugness. “What brings two little souls to my domain?”
Lucifer crossed his arms, his golden and red eyes glowing faintly. “First off, ONE little soul. I don't have have soul. Second, we’re here to stop you.”
The captain laughed again, tipping his ghostly hat. “Stop me? Oh, dear angel, I’m afraid you’re far too late for that.”
“Great,” Lucifer muttered. “It’s one of those ghosts. All talk, no substance.”
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FanfictionSo....first story(it's good pls read). So this takes place after alsotor had his mental breakdown in his tower.He gets injured and lucifer offers to help him . It contains smut btw so :) So what happened is Lucifer gave his blood to Al for his wound...
