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

36. Be mine forever...{The End}

The moment has come. They will finally be together forever.
Originally they would've fucked before reaching New Orleans but I just can't write smut it's too shit

I have it saved tho. Like half of it. Maybe I'll post that half smut for yall to read or smth

ENJOYYY
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Lucifer's POV

Lucifer had seen many things in his lifetime—grand palaces, fiery pits, flying cities—but New Orleans had a charm all its own. The moment he and Alastor stepped off the ship and into the lively streets, it was like stepping into a jazz-fueled fever dream. Music poured out of every corner, mingling with the scent of fresh beignets and something vaguely alcoholic.

“Why do I feel like this place is one good saxophone solo away from breaking into a full-blown parade?” Lucifer asked, glancing around at the bustling streets.

Alastor chuckled, his grin stretching impossibly wide. “Ah, New Orleans—my old stomping ground. Back when I was alive, this city had a pulse all its own. Still does, apparently.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Back when you were alive? How ancient are we talking here? Did you help design the city, too?”

“Watch it,” Alastor teased. “I might be old, but not older than you.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling as they strolled into Jackson Square. Street performers were everywhere—mimes, magicians, and even a guy juggling flaming torches while balancing on a unicycle. The sheer chaos of it all made Lucifer feel oddly at home.

“So, where to first?” he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking up at the grand St. Louis Cathedral. “You’re the tour guide here, Mr. Old-Timey Radio.”

Alastor smirked. “I thought we’d start with the classics. Perhaps a stroll through the French Quarter? Maybe a peek at the Garden District? Oh, and I have plans for later.”

“Plans?” Lucifer echoed suspiciously. “You mean the ‘surprise’ you’ve been all mysterious about?”

“Exactly,” Alastor replied, his tone annoyingly cryptic. “But patience, my dear. All in good time.”

Lucifer huffed, but his curiosity was piqued. For now, he let himself get swept up in the vibrant energy of the city, following Alastor through cobblestone streets and wrought-iron balconies dripping with colorful beads.

As they wandered, Lucifer couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever Alastor had planned was big—maybe even life-changing. But for now, he decided to focus on the present, letting the music and laughter of New Orleans wrap around him like a warm, jazzy hug.

Lucifer could see why Alastor loved New Orleans so much. Every corner they turned offered something new—a street musician playing soulful jazz, a fortune teller waving tarot cards under a rainbow-striped umbrella, or a shop selling more alligator-themed souvenirs than should be legal.

They started in the French Quarter, where Alastor seemed to come alive even more than usual, if that was possible. His grin never wavered as he pointed out landmarks, occasionally tossing in a fun fact that Lucifer found fascinating.

“Back in my day, the French Quarter was the heart of everything,” Alastor explained as they stopped outside Café du Monde. “Jazz, scandals, delicious coffee. It hasn’t changed much.”

Lucifer snorted as he stared at the line for beignets, which seemed longer than the River Styx. “Your day? What, the roaring twenties? Were you Charleston-ing your way around here?”