TEASER: "Fuck!" Lucifer bellowed, claws slashing toward Alastor's face with unstoppable force. Alastor casually tilted his head, avoiding the attack by mere inches. The floor shuddered beneath Lucifer's palm, webbed cracks spreading like shattered glass. "Your fuse is really as short as your stature, Your Majesty," Alastor taunted, completely unfazed. His grin still plastered on his face, he added, "Temper, temper, Lucifer. One would think the King of Hell would have better control than that." "Fuck you!" Lucifer snarled, incensed, his voice thundering off the walls as his body froze, paralyzed by frustration. His limbs locked, surrendering to the helplessness gripping him, unable to claim victory over the relentless deer. Alastor's brows elegantly arched, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Oh, I'd love to see you try," he teased, his grin widening, showcasing razor-sharp teeth. A low, husky chuckle rumbled from his throat, fueling Lucifer's simmering rage and lust. _______________________________________ WARNING: NSFW, BLOOD, VIOLENCE AND GORE. I do not own any characters in this fic so credits to Vivziepop for the amazing series! and also credits to the artist (that i had a hard time finding), the book cover will be temporary~

Vox never imagined the night would end like this: with Alastor tied to his bed, shirt torn open, breathing unevenly, ears pinned back against his hair-looking at him with a kind of intimate hatred that burned. "You two should just fuck already!" Valentino taunted, savouring the spectacle. And Vox could do it. He had the Radio Demon right there, bound and defiant, trembling with fury under his hands. Exactly where he had wanted him so many times. Exactly how he had fantasised about him, night after night-wanting him, hating him, craving him. But not like this. Never like this. Because for the first time, Vox realised that what he'd imagined for years wasn't dominating him... it was touching him without destroying him. And that terrified him more than any demon in Hell.