Obsessed overlords

Chapter 15

[Alastor]

His eyes fluttered open the harsh rays coming from his window making him groan. He could already feel his wound beginning to flare up, he shifted to his side the events of yesterday running through his mind.

That damn moth..

But could he really blame val? He was the one who accepted the deal in the first place, his eagerness to have something connect him to his mother after death drove him here. He had no one to blame but himself, but that didn't mean he couldn't resent the man for it.

Using his precious mother's necklace as a bargaining tool just to be his... Boyfriend? How pathetic, he has half the nerve to go up to vox and tell him to ring in his partner. Speaking of vox..

He sighed pulling the covers up to his face.

He didn't know how to feel about the tv demon now, especially when he was caught in a moment of weakness. Once again vox manages to cloud his sense of judgement, like a roach that just won't die he keeps coming back. And worst of all, he's the one who apologized, HIM!

the radio demon, apologizing, He must be spending too much time in this hotel.

Alastor sat up ignoring the pain in his chest, snapping his fingers his shadow appeared though significantly lighter than before.

"Mind making me some coffee old friend? I fear I need it this morning..."

His shadow nodded chirping a little as it made its way down stairs to the kitchen.

After a moment it materialized in front of him a steaming cup of coffee in hand along with a plate of eggs and bacon, there was also a sticky note on the cup.

Curiously he grabbed the note the coffee in his other hand. his shadow setting the plate on the beside table before leaning behind him eager to know what the note said.

"Nosy little thing aren't you?" The shadow shrugged.

"Hey alastor it's me Charlie, Dad made breakfast earlier so I saved you some!!

Hope you Get well soon!"

There was a small doodle of a flower at the corner of the page, seems she couldn't help herself. He set the note aside, blowing into his coffee before taking a sip of the hot liquid making his shoulders slump.

He preferred tea but coffee was good on rare occasions..  he glanced at the breakfast, remembering that Lucifer made it. he set it aside, summoning a deer carcass.

It's not that he didn't want it because Lucifer made it, (though it was partially the reason) he has a hard time eating normal foods, being sent to hell drastically changed his appetite, anything that wasn't meat was tasteless to him.

He stuck the fork in, the slightly spoiled meat breaking apart when he twisted his fork before putting it in his mouth humming at the taste. Delicious as always. He took another bite just as his moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of a portal opening, revealing none other than the king himself.

He glared at him, ears lowering a bit.

"Did heaven not teach you any manners During your short stay up there?" He stuck the fork into the carcass with more force than he intended.

Lucifer glared in turn. "Yeah they did, but I only do it to people I respect."

He never liked Lucifer if it wasn't obvious.

Lucifer was a deadbeat father that barely had a relationship with his daughter and only showed up when he needed something from her felt and when he felt oh so lonely in that tower of his. Still mourning his divorce, which was seven years ago by the way, and uses it as an excuse not to visit his daughter.