AppleBerry (Alastor x Lucifer)

Chapter 2

Sitting in the small, dark room, Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed in which Alastor slept upon. He reached over, placing two finger against the deer's pulse, before sliding his hand down to the wound, undressing Alastor's top half, to get a better look at what was going on with the other's body.

Recently, he had begun running a higher fever than what was normal in hell, and he also began breathing much heavier. This drew red flags for Lucifer, making him want to see if his calculations were wrong. Just maybe, Alastor was going to die, and the ex-angel was far too late. Placing his hand, firmly, onto the wound, and trying to heal it again. The golden light seeped into Alastor's body again, his veins turning a light gold. That was an indication of infection, in which the blonde had just cleansed.

The devil sighed, getting bored by just sitting around, doing nothing. He was beginning to get tired, himself, by watching another sleep. He sat back in the chair he was sitting in previously, propping his head up with his hand, which was also propped up on the arm rest. His eyes shone a golden color within the darkness of the room, his pupils were thin, narrow slits. He wore a blank face, as the boredom was slowly taking him over. Reaching up, the snake upon his hat uncoiled, and slid over to his hand, hissing. The snake flicked it's tongue at him, before slithering on down his arm, wanting to greet its owner, the Devil.

A knock, then, sounded at the door. The snake turned, and hissed at the door, growing larger in length, until Lucifer hushed him.

"Come in~" He called out in a sing-song voice.

Charlie peered in, slightly hiding behind the door in case of a fight. She stepped out of the doorway, and into the room, giving her dad a small smile.

"Erm- Would you like something to eat? It's early morning, by now. Do you like bacon? I seem to not be able to remember you eating any?"

"I actually do! Shall I go downstairs?" he smiled at his little girl, who nodded.

He arose from his chair, and began walking out of the room. Charlie walked, with a skip in her heel, to the kitchen, along side her father, happily. She showed him down the stairs, and through the lobby. Once in the kitchen, Lucifer saw the table full with demons. Had all these demons shown up in the span of only one night?

He saw all of the food on the table, stomach growling. Sitting upon the table were sunnyside up eggs, crispy bacon, slightly overcooked sausages, a stack of buttermilk pancakes, as well as some salty crisped hashbrowns. His mouth was just watering, until he remembered the little patient upstairs.

"Charlie, I may have lied. I cannot eat down here. I should be keeping an eye out on your friend. I'll make myself, and him, a plate of food, and be going back to his room."

Charlie looked at her dad, disappointed, but also understanding. She gave him a nod, then sat in her seat beside Vaggie, and began conversating with all of the newer demons. A few eyes lingered on Lucifer, but nobody knew who he was, thankfully. To them, he was just any other demon in hell.

He reached over the table, grabbing a bit of everything for his own plate. For Alastor's plate, he only piled meat on it. Sausages and bacon were piled up on the deer's plate. He carried the two plates, on his own, up the stairs. Keeping them balanced and steady, Lucifer swiftly made his way to the door, and turned the golden knob to open the door. He peered into the dimly lit room, seeing the red demon sat up, and sitting on the edge of his bed. Red eyes looked up, and met yellow.

"I do believe we must introduce one another, as I am your new roomate~" the archangel chuckled, bowing his head. "My name is Lucifer. Other names for me are Satan, the Devil, El Diablo, and much more. You may just call me Luci, if you so wish. Of course, no need to introduce yourself. I believe I'd know the radio demon if I saw him, Alastor."

The red themed demon had opened his mouth to introduce himself, but the King of Hell beat him to it. He already felt a strong distaste to the blonde before him, but kept his trap shut. He went to get up, off of the bed, but winced in pain, and collapsed back onto it.

Lucifer chuckled, setting the plates on the bedside tables, before reaching over to Alastor, pinning him down upon the bed. "Doll, I do believe you need to relax. Your wound isn't going to heal itself. Rest, and leave the healing to me. If you are as much help to this hotel, as my daughter says, I will not fail her by letting a damned mortal die a second time. He placed his hand upon the other's scar tissue, using his powers to sooth the wound, as well as to force the other's muscles to relax, and give out. The effect was almost immediate, as Alastor laid back, unable to fight off the King.

"The quicker you give in, the quicker the feeling will come back, and you can eat."

Leaving it at that, he took his hand away, and began eating off of his own plate, as soon as he took himself and his food back to his chair.

Alastor looked over, barely being able to move his head. "You had to force me down why?" he felt annoyed.

"I knew you would not listen to me if I had just asked. So I took matters in my  own hands. Recover, then eat. I'll watch over you, until you get better. I am only doing this for my daughter. Not for you. Making that point clear."

Alastor nodded, feeling his muscles begin to work again, as he slowly sat up, smelling the scent of the sausage and bacon, and began eating. He had nothing else to say, not knowing what he could say in a situation such as the one he was in. All he knew to do was to keep his grin on his face, and to also try to heal as quickly as he could, as he tried using a bit of his own magic, already feeling a bit drowsy.
After eating a few strips of bacon, as well as a bit of sausage, he set the plate aside, laying back in bed, and closed his eyes. Within a few minutes, he passed out, under the watch of the king.

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