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Chapter 9: Lucifer's musical dream sequence

A.k.a. The 'Heathers: The Musical' chapter

Summary: Having spent days in a mostly unresponsive state Lucifer's brain is now trying to come to terms with what happened. Charlie and Angel help him fall asleep with a frequently listened to playlist and it launches our dear king into a musical sequence while his brain battles with restoring his memories.

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The new guy won, easily, and Lucifer was, if possible, even more impressed. Only one punch had truly landed on the guy but it had unfortunately caused his nose to bleed. Once the fight was broken up and people were sent on their way, Lucifer made his way over to the new guy and handed him a handkerchief.

“Thank you.” The guy said, regarding him with some suspicion before pressing the offered cloth to his nose.

“Luce! Come on, let’s fucking go!” Vox called from across the cafeteria and Lucifer sighed, waving to him to hold on.

“You’re bowing to the swatch dogs and diet-coke heads? Pitiful.” The guy commented.

“What?” Lucifer scoffed, turning around. Seriously, the audacity of this guy! What was with the attitude?

“Clearly, you’ve got a soul. You just gotta work harder on keeping it clean. ‘We are all born

marked for evil.’” He said as if that clarified it and began walking away.

“Uhm, excuse me! Don’t just quote Beaudelaire at me and then walk away. I didn’t even catch your name.” The blonde threw back, puffing his cheeks up. The brunette halted and smirked over his shoulder in a manner that made Lucifer’s knees weak.

“I didn’t throw it.” He shrugged his shoulders, keeping his hands in the air in a mid-shrug. “But I will end the suspense. The name is Alastor. And you are?”

“Lucifer…Morningstar.” He replied.

“Well then, Lucifer Morningstar, perhaps I’ll see you around.” Alastor said before sauntering off.

Lucifer stared after him, left completely speechless. Never before had anyone moved in so swiftly and turned his world upside down. He found himself awfully fond of the way his name sounded in that voice and wondered when he would get to hear it again.

“Jesus, could you throw your panties at the guy any harder? You’re practically drooling, Luce!” Vox scoffed, getting in his face to snap him out of it.

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My favourite chapter title: Puppet Master

Summary: Alastor plans on delivering exactly what he promised the Overlords. Whether he is prepared for the costs is a whole different story.

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After all, a deal had been made and he had yet to uphold his end. He assured them it would come in due time but that he had to plan it meticulously.

And a plan he most certainly had. Hungry eyes trailed after the King as he sauntered over to the bar with Angel Dust at his side, engaged in deep conversation. While Alastor detested not being the focus point of his attention, it had actually provided him adamant time and space to plan it all out and do a few tests. He needed the King to listen when he spoke and so he had begun experimenting with asking small tasks or favours to see how the other would take it. Surprisingly, it had not been a problem to get Lucifer to do anything so far. The shorter man seemed so very eager to please. Something Alastor attributed to his fear of being alone once again. The only problem that he was running into was that the King’s attention was a fickle thing. The man was a bouncing ball of depressed energy that flitted between people like leafing through the pages of a book. Sure, Alastor managed to maintain that attention for longer periods if he really tried but that meant he was unable to focus on other tasks. It was the only flaw in his plan. The demon bowed himself over his drawings once more, electing to ignore the two hanging on each other and laughing at the bar.

Later, after the two friends had run off to talk more in depth about whatever they didn’t want others to hear, Alastor found himself seated on one of the bar seats. Without prompting Husk provided him with a glass of rye, double.

“Looks like you need it.” He clarified with a shrug before returning to polishing the glasses.

“You are nothing if not perceptive, my good man.” Alastor praised. He relished the burning liquid as it slid down his throat and stared into nothingness in contemplation.

“Well I’ve never seen such a difficult look on you. Like you’re trying to solve a fucking math problem.” Husk retorted, looking at the Overlord from his peripherals.

“Of sorts.” Alastor huffed a chuckle. “It’s best if you don’t know much about this. I’m working on obtaining…something… but there’s an unexpected obstacle.”

Husk glanced over and frowned before huffing a laugh shaking his head. Alastor’s eye twitched at the frankly rude gesture and his hand clenched around the glass.

“Care to share what’s so funny?” He snapped, radio filter heavier than normal. Husk flinched subconsciously.

“N-Nothing, Boss. It’s just…” He hesitated. Putting down the glass he was holding he braced himself before bravely meeting Alastor’s gaze. “You’ve shaken the status quo of Hell into complete upheaval before. You’re known to take whatever it is you want. Knows what makes everyone tick and knows how to use it too. I’ve just never known you to get stumped by anything, no matter how big.”

Alastor’s eyes widened minimally. Just barely visible as it dawned on him that Husk was right. The Radio Demon never asked, he just took and despite this concerning the literal King of Hell… he knew exactly what the man wanted and how to bend that to his will. It simply hadn’t occurred to him before because he ordinarily didn’t stoop that low. Was he really about to do so now? The favours offered to him by three of Hell’s most powerful remaining Overlords was no joke. He could exploit those to his most sick and twisted of plans and obtain complete control if he played his cards right. What it required of Alastor himself though was no small fee. The opportunities were too great to pass up on.

“You know what, Husker, you are absolutely right. It’s time the Radio Demon steps up to the part.” His grin sharpened, static buzzing around him. What had possessed him to even doubt doing what was necessary to obtain his ultimate goal. Damned be anyone that dared to get in his way, damned be any and all consequences. He was the fucking Radio Demon and he was going to make damn sure people did not forget what he was capable of.

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Summary: With war on their doorstep, Lucifer begins to question whether his first line of defense is up to the task and decides to put that to the test. Testing that begins to bring about the idea that perhaps his deal with Alastor does not work quite the way he thought it would.

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“Shiiiitt your majesty! Strong, incredibly flexible and that figure! To die for! I could make you the biggest star to ever walk this plane.” Valentino purred in his ear, hands suddenly splaying uncomfortably close to Lucifer’s hips. Did Alastor’s antlers grow bigger? And oh.. The Radio Dials were back. Wait.. why was Lucifer looking towards the Deer Demon when he should be focusing?

“ALRIGHT! That’s enough!” Lucifer said with a shudder and a grimace. He released the Vees from the trap and immediately sent a blast of Holy light every which way. It knocked the trio far away from him and left them groaning in the dirt. The king dusted himself off. “Angels have one big flaw and that is their ego. It is left unchecked given we are not prone to human limits. They will fight alone. You cannot handle them on your own so I need you to work together.

Vox was back on his feet and folded his arms. “I’m not going to work with any of these fuckers! We are Overlords, we don’t even like each other on a good day! I’ll stick to my crew.” He spat.

Lucifer huffed a frustrated breath and folded his wings out once more before flying over to Vox. He hovered at eyeheight and made quick work of painting a line on the screen, right across his eyes. The tv-demon spluttered and protested, trying to wipe the golden paint away but to no avail. He stumbled around, unable to balance himself properly, arms waving out in front of himself pathetically. Lucifer remained hovering in the air, hands on his hips and looking altogether disapproving.

“You might as well walk around like that if you’re going to be so blind. This isn’t about petty battles for turf. This is the ultimate battle. It’s conform or die but there is no walking away from this one. I cannot take all the angels myself. For this war and for the future of Hell you will need to put your differences aside and work together. Am I clear?” He spoke oddly authoritatively.

The Overlords pointedly looked away from him and the King sighed in exasperation. “Alright, I see you’re choosing the hard way. Let’s dial this bitch up a notch. And remember, I am only using the common angelic powers here, things that they can all do. I won’t use the ones that are specifically mine.”

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I have not been consisted with posting these on tumblr and now it's like four chapters behind.... hahaha! So instead of just posting the links, I shall post little snippets of the chapter. Summary: It's the end of the Christmas celebrations and there's no better way to end it than with presents. It's an essential part of Christmas, so the movies said, but the spirit of Christmas is not for everyone. Or...is it? Snippet:

It wasn’t lost on him how the smile had been kept in place by Lilith’s doing and when the power of her deal was replaced with Lucifer’s, he’d inadvertently taken that over too. The worst part was that Alastor knew if he asked, he would receive help with it but everytime he thought about it he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. A large part of him felt it was a weakness to ask for help. The fact that Lucifer had more or less forced the deal upon him had been the right call or Alastor would never have considered it in the first place. It still made him angry to think about it now. All that time scheming and plotting to get rid of his restraints and unclip his wings, now he was back to square one. Out of the frying pan and into the hellfire. He had never wanted to make a deal again but fate had different plans for him.

All of that seemed miles away as he gazed up at the big green tree that towered over him. He’d been feeling odd every time he saw it and anytime anyone was gathered around it with warm beverages and happy stories. Now, he was beginning to realise it ached. The spirit of Christmas had transferred to Hell and he had turned his back on it. Now they were experiencing the closest thing to being a happy family and to a normal everyday life, and he was not a part of it. Perhaps he had misjudged himself. Perhaps he had wanted to be a part of it.

Wasn’t he deserving of happiness and warmth? Despite his sociopathic nature, bloodlust and all the things he had done…was there really no place for him? He’d rejected it himself. Stupid. How was he supposed to know that he had a deeply rooted desire for this. For family and simple celebrations. It was too late now. He was not only terrible at reaching out, he simply didn’t do it. He had to settle for these late night moments of longing while no one could see him.

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My fic has fricking fanart holy shit 😭😭❤️

I can die happy!

Well. It happened. Utterly and entirely to blame on a fic you can find over heeeeere by the amazing @alastorsteatimeritual

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I just know this is going to have me in a chokehold so I am reblogging for easy access because I like too much stuff.

Dance with the Devil

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Last sunday I uploaded the fifth chapter!

One more chapter that is a bit on the softer side but the action will start to pick up again at chapter 7! So...stay tuned, I hope.

This chapter: Angel is plotting and drags Husk into his business. It reaps unexpected results. Lucifer and Alastor meantime might be making another deal?

Next chapter: Christmas means something different to everyone. Celebrating it in Hell might seem an odd thing, even if it's to show the King the good things life on Earth offers. Or perhaps Alastor shouldn't have been so stubborn from the start.

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Almost forgot to post the link to the fourth chapter here, hehehe.

I am having a lot of fun writing for these characters!

Lucifer is getting, essentially, a window to the living world so he can start seeing the good that came from his gift.

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They are both so precious, don't you think?

… I just needed an excuse to draw cursed cat Alastor before it dies out

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Sometimes you just gotta indulge.

Ace Alastor Week 2024 on Twitter - Day 7 (A-sexy Sunday) ...old man activities LMAO

Very very overdue. And I mean very very Very overdue LOL

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It's......been sunday but hey I posted on....barely sunday! 😅 CHAPTER THREE IS A FACT!

Things are getting spicy real! Lowkey nervous about this one.

Any thoughts comments questions or headcanons can also be send to me here on tumblr!

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YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

Shot through the heart And you're to blame Darlin', you give love a bad name (18/?) <<prev page

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Lucifer’s tail is like Alastor’s shadow: living their own live.

I have completely normal thoughts about Alastor’s affinity with Lucifer’s tail as is evident in my fic, or will be more evident.

source by Ski_Sky_

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Chefs kiss!

Young overlords ready to paint the neighborhood red.

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More pls. Pretty pls

Hades Al x Persephone Luci (Pt 2)

Al's giving everyone a headache 🫠

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Iiiittttt's sunday! Time for the second chapter!

I feel like it reads a little ADHD compared to my other works but I just have so many thoughts and feelings and ideas and I... Yes.

Enjoy?

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Yes