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

35. On there way to New Orleans

I reveled Alastor’s surprise hehehe

ENJOYYY!!!!
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Alastor’s POV

Alastor adjusted his tie as they stepped onto the deck of the new ship. The crisp morning air carried the faint scent of salt and something metallic, a scent he found oddly comforting. Lucifer trailed behind him, dragging his suitcase as though it weighed a thousand pounds—which was ironic, considering it was enchanted to weigh practically nothing. But Lucifer loved a good drama, and Alastor wasn’t about to ruin his fun.

As they reached the railing, Lucifer finally spoke up. “Alright, spill. Why are we heading to New Orleans? And don’t give me some cryptic ‘you’ll see’ nonsense.”

Alastor smirked, leaning against the railing and taking in the vast stretch of ocean. The sunrise painted the waves gold and crimson, a fitting palette for the King of Hell and his devilishly charming companion. “New Orleans,” he began, his tone purposefully grandiose, “is not just a destination. It is...my hometown”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “So, what? We’re going on a tour of your childhood?”

Alastor chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Not quite. Although, if you behave, I might show you a few of my old haunts.”

Lucifer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, save me from your puns.”

“Too late for that, I’m afraid,” Alastor quipped, straightening his tie. “But there’s another reason we’re going there.”

Lucifer crossed his arms. “Oh? Do tell.”

Alastor’s grin widened, but he said nothing, letting the silence hang just long enough to make Lucifer shift uncomfortably.

Finally, Lucifer huffed. “If you don’t tell me right now, I swear I’ll—"

“It’s a surprise,” Alastor cut in smoothly. “You’ll find out soon enough. Just... trust me.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “You know, every time someone says ‘trust me,’ it’s usually a setup for disaster.”

“Good thing I’m not just someone,” Alastor replied, his grin almost too wide. “I’m the someone.”

Lucifer groaned again, dramatically throwing his head back. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” Alastor said, completely serious.

Lucifer muttered something under his breath, but Alastor caught the faintest flicker of a smile on his lips.

As the ship’s horn sounded and the crew began preparing to set sail, Alastor couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. New Orleans wasn’t just his past—it was a stage for the next act of their adventure. And if everything went according to plan, Lucifer was in for a surprise he’d never forget.

Alastor sat on the ship’s deck, and tried to keep his leg from bouncing nervously. He hadn’t felt this unsettled since the 1920s, and back then, it had been over something as mundane as where to hide a body at 2 pm, because he killed the cashier for having an attitude. Now? Now he was planning to propose to the King of Hell. The thought alone made his hands tremble, though he masked it well with a charming smile.

Lucifer was leaning against the railing a few feet away, staring out at the water with a curious expression. Alastor knew that look—it was the look Lucifer always got when he was piecing something together. And knowing Lucifer, it wouldn’t be long before he started asking questions.

“Alright, spill,” Lucifer said, turning to face him. “We took care of the captain. That was our last ghost hunt. So why are we heading to New Orleans and not Hell? What are you hiding, Alastor?”