[ After all, Lucifer had raised her to not take shit from demons!
It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
[ Given how Lucifer had been clinging to him since the bath, Alastor isn't surprised to find the little king curling up against his chest. Pulling a blanket around the other's nude form, he keeps his arms curled up around Lucifer, allowing him to soak up the Radio Demon's warmth.
It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
[ Lucifer's voice changes when he speaks next, something dull and removed in his words in a method to try and protect himself from how deep the wound is behind them. He even unconsciously tightens up on himself, staring down the length of their covered bodies. ]
I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
[ Alastor notices the shift in the mood, hears the way Lucifer's tone changes. But most surprisingly of all, he feels a measure of... empathy for the little king. Even his shadow reacted, sliding itself against Lucifer's back to cradle him from behind with soft, chittering words of sympathy. ]
It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.
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It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
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It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
Oh? Dare I inquire what happened?
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I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
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It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.