TRUST EXERCISES
R a d i o a p p l e
Being a powerful Overlord such as the radio demon, it's assumable he'd be able to wrap someone around their finger so easily. Any pathetic Imp or Demon. But the king of Hell?
At least, that's what Lucifer thought. He paced back in forth in his room, trying to put himself together, as the moonlight dimmed over him from his window. He was a total mess. Just a few minutes ago he had been kissing Alastor, of course he wasn't okay. "Okay... okay." Lucifer took a deep breath as he came to a stop. "I need to think about this... My feelings uh. For Alastor?" He paused. "Do I have any feelings for Alastor?" Lucifer hesitated. The king sat down on the cushion bench in front of his window. He opened up the slightly see through red curtains, pulling them back. Revealing the crimson sky.
"I have a wife. I have a wife! I love my wife! I love my family!" He told himself. "But... if that's true, why am I debating my feelings on, eugh... Alastor." Lucifer gagged jokingly. Though, the guilt made him feel as if he were to vomit. "How would Charlie react.?" The king asked himself. He gave it some thought before deciding to go to sleep, it was three AM after all.
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The morning beamed over Lucifer, a ray of light elongated over his body. He squinted his eyes open. "Ahh.." he rubbed his eyes. The king sat up and rolled his shoulder back. "Right.. I have things to do." He yawned. Lucifer stood up, then quickly looked down at his attire. "Shit.. I slept in my clothes." Lucifer complained. He decided, since there was not much going on that day, why not just wear pajamas. And so he did. Lucifer slipped off his clothes and quickly replaced them with an oversized loose white T-shirt, and black shorts. Lucifer brushed his hair back with his fingers. "Okay.." the king took a breath, before walking out of his room.
Lucifer made his way down to the lobby, "Charlie!" The king held his hands out. Which were quickly comforted by his daughter, embracing him tightly. "Dad! How'd you sleep?" She asked excitedly, as she loosened out of the hug. "Like a log!" He smiled at her softly. "I actually have something to talk to you about, later..." he spoke nervously. "Huh? Okay! Just tell me when." Charlie grinned. Lucifer's nerves softened. He watched as Charlie ran off to her girlfriend. Lucifer sighed. His once happy expression quickly dropped once he heard the quickly spark of static from behind him. Lucifer crooked his head up and behind him. "Alastor?" He asked blankly. The deer like demon stood above him. "Ah! Hello, dear, friend!" Alastor slapped Lucifer's shoulder. "Ugh... do you need something?" The king rubbed his shoulder. "Why, do I need something to just talk to the king?~" He asked.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "usually?" He shrugged. "I see!" Alastor placed his hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "So? What is it?" The king asked with a slight annoyance ringing his tone. "The more I have to listen to your muffled voice the higher chance I get a headache.." Lucifer rubbed his head. "Oh? That's not the first time you've mentioned my voice, is it such a big deal?" Alastor's grip strengthened.
"Huh? I don't remember mentioning it before?" Lucifer tilted his head. "Perhaps because you were intoxicated." Alastor bent his head down. "When was this?— I don't remember the last time I was drunk?" The king asked as he peeled the fingers of Alastor off of his shoulder. "I recall it quite well! You in the bathtub, complaining about my voice!" He placed his hands on his cane. "The bathtub? I bathed with my clothes on? How drunk was I.." Lucifer groaned. Alastor's grinned grew menacingly. "Augh... anyway, if you seriously don't need anything, I'm making a cup of coffee." Lucifer rubbed his eye, before walking off.
As The king walked to the kitchen, then rested his elbows on the counter, Alastor stared from behind. Looking at his golden under-toned legs. Blended with his pale arms. Alastor felt, hungry. Suddenly.
Lucifer store emptily as he watched the coffee brew into the steaming pot. "Heya', Lucifer." A familiar voice spoke from in front of the king. "Aa- Angel! Hey— you!" Lucifer perked up. To be honest, Lucifer felt slightly comfortable around Angel. As if he was a sinner he could trust. "Makin' coffee? A whole pot?" The spider like demon asked. "Oh! Uh, yeah! You can have some if you want... I won't be able to drink it all." Lucifer offered. "Sweet! Thanks mista' king." Angel winked. Though, the radio demons stare didn't weaken. He felt a deep pit in his stomach, something that wasn't there before. It was weird.
Shortly after, Lucifer and Angel Dust started talking, from small talk to random conversations that slipped their way through. "So-uh' when are ya' gonna tell Smiles to stop starin'?" Angel asked. Lucifer sighed. Quickly, he glanced at Alastor. "I'll do it now." He chuckled. Lucifer placed down his coffee mug, then walked up to Alastor.
"Alastor. Stop staring, please?" Lucifer said strictly. Alastor's posture straightened when he cocked his head to the side. "Whatever do you mean!" He asked, muffled by static. "Look, I don't get if you're curious or whatever. But, honestly, it's weird! So stop!" Lucifer placed his hands on his waist. Revealing his thin body, which hid in his oversized shirt. "I suppose if it makes you uncomfortable by my presence." Alastor nodded. "Oh come on! I didn't mean it like that." Lucifer looked down. "Why, I'm quite used to it!" Alastor raised his hand to his chin. "Augh... fine. It's whatever I don't care if you watch us, I guess." Lucifer sighed in defeat. "How charming!" The deer like demon perked up. The king groaned one last time before walking back to Angel Dust.
"Just don't mind him I guess." He shrugged. "It's whateva', any updates on ya and him?" Angel asked. "Uh—, what do you mean?" The king asked, picking his cup back up. "I dunno. Ya' act all chummy now. Assumed somethin' was goin' on." Angel rested all four elbows on the counter. "Honestly, I have no clue... I'd like to think we're more than friends or something." Lucifer pondered. "Like ta'?" Angel asked, peeking his eye at Lucifer. "I don't know.. maybe I wish he'd actually be upfront instead of being a stupid, old timey, out of date, radio-host-wannabe." Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Ya'? And how does Charlie feel about it all?" Angel asked.
Lucifer sighed. "I planned on asking... or uh. Bringing it up today. Not about Alastor directly, but you get it." Lucifer took a sip of his coffee. "Well-ya' good luck to ya'. I'm gonna go rest for a while." The spider-like demon waved one of his many arms to Lucifer, before walking off. Lucifer waved, then sighed. The thought of maybe even slightly hurting his bright daughter's feelings in the slightest, scared him. Or just the fact of making her feel disappointed, made him uncomfortable.
Lucifer brushed it off, deciding it was time to talk to his daughter, the princess of Hell.
The two sat in Lucifer's room, on the velvet couch which sat in-front of his window. "Sooo..! What did you need, dad?" Charlie sat straight, his hands rested tightly in his lap. "I wanted to uh.. ask, something.." the king nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Okay..." Charlie's grin stayed white. "Well... I know you haven't seen uh. Your mother. In a long time." Lucifer spoke. Charlie slowly nodded along. "It's been years... and it's been time I move on..." he spoke slowly. "Dad— are you dating someone? You can tell me—" "No, no, no! No!" He quickly cut her off. "I just, wanted to run the thought by you... how you would feel about it." The king asked.
Charlie sighed softly, a gentle smile on her face. She placed her hand on his knee, "Dad... both you and I know... Mom has been gone for a lot of my life, dad, I don't mind if you're ready to move on. I'm happy if you are! And knowing you're comfortable to step outside of that comfort zone of yours makes me happy!" She cupped her hands up to her chest. Lucifer softly smiled. The two hugged. "So... who is it-?" Charlie asked as they let go of each other. "No one! It was uh, just a thought, ha.." Lucifer smiled.
The king was tired.
But, the day was not going to end there. Alastor was ravenous. How could he, the radio demon, let Lucifer merely slip away when he was hungry? Dehydrated?
He couldn't.