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Vows in the Dark

alastorshippermonth day 3 sickness/disability - ship Lucifer/Alastor

Alastor leaned heavily against the polished bar, his fingers tracing the intricate grain of the wood with an unfamiliar uncertainty. His once-vibrant crimson eyes now appeared dull and cloudy, though to those around him they still held a spark of life—a deceptive effect of the magic he had perfected over centuries. He had mastered using his shadows to see, weaving them into his very essence, but lately it had become harder to conceal his growing blindness. The shadows that were once effortless extensions of himself now served as his eyes, necessary for him to navigate a world that was quickly fading from his sight. With a soft sigh, he welcomed the rare moment of quiet in the hotel. It offered a brief respite from the constant struggle to hide his disability and reminded him of simpler times when he could rely on his own natural vision.

He poured himself a glass of rich, amber whiskey, the liquid swirling and clinking against the ice cubes in the glass. As he brought it to his lips, he could feel the smooth burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, warming him from the inside out. In rare moments like these, he allowed himself to let go of the constant vigilance that being blind demanded. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of oak and spice, savoring the taste on his tongue. But tonight, his solitude would be shattered.

Vox slipped into the hotel lobby, his steps light and swift. His smug grin stretched wide as he scanned the room for his target: Alastor. For weeks, he had been observing the man's every move, catching the subtlest missteps and moments of vulnerability. He noticed how Alastor's once graceful steps now faltered, his movements hesitant and uncertain. The sharp-eyed Vox also picked up on something else—times when Alastor reached for an object and his shadows seemed to guide it towards him, a telltale sign of blindness. This once powerful and untouchable man was now slipping, and Vox intended to take full advantage of it.

Vox's hand closed around the small remote in his pocket, fingers curling tightly around its sleek surface. It was a device of his own design, meant to scramble magic in the vicinity and render his target helpless. Tonight, that target was Alastor, and Vox couldn't wait to have him at his mercy. Without hesitation, Vox pressed the button on the remote. A sharp pulse of energy radiated from it, instantly causing the shadows around Alastor to writhe and contort. His confident stance faltered as he took another sip of whiskey, the glass slipping from his trembling fingers and shattering on the floor below. A look of fear crossed over Alastor's face before being replaced by one of confusion and disorientation. A low, involuntary bleat escaped from his lips—a sound so vulnerable and enticing that it sent a thrill through Vox. Frozen in place, Alastor's ears pinned back against his head as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. His shadows are gone, leaving him unable to see and defenseless.

A sly grin spread across Vox's face as he sauntered closer, his voice dripping with amusement. "Well, well, well," he said. "What do we have here?" his steps light and confident. Alastor's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes remaining tightly shut as he tried to summon his shadows back. But no matter how hard he focused, the interference was too strong. He refused to open his eyes up to Vox, not willing to reveal his vulnerability. "Leave, Vox," he managed through gritted teeth. "You are not welcome here."

Sneering, Vox stepped even closer, reaching out to tilt Alastor's chin upward with a single finger. The touch was cold and invasive, forcing Alastor's face toward him. "Why would I leave, old friend?" Vox taunted. "You cannot even see me. How amusing is that?" His fingers trailed under Alastor's jaw, his grip tightening with each passing second. "You are no longer the feared Overlord you once were," he continued, relishing in the power he held over Alastor. "You are blind."

With a growl of frustration, Alastor swatted at the air in an attempt to push Vox away, but his efforts were futile. His heart raced with fear and anger—he hadn't felt this utterly helpless since he was a child, trapped in a world of darkness and uncertainty.

Vox let out a dark chuckle as he roughly dragged Alastor to the nearby couch, shoving him down with force. His grip on Alastor's arm was tight and bruising as he spoke in a low, menacing voice. "I have a proposition for you," he said, sitting down beside him. "You come with me, give up being an Overlord, and in exchange, I’ll take care of you. You’ll be perfect as my little housewife. After all, you’re useless now anyway. No one wants someone like you. At least this way, you can still be of service to someone." The condescension dripped from Vox's tone like venom.

But before Alastor could respond, a chilling presence filled the room. The air grew heavy and thick, the scent of sulfur burning in the atmosphere. Lucifer stepped out from the shadows, his golden eyes burning with fury as he glared at Vox. He had heard everything and had come to investigate when he heard glass shattering. His gaze flicked between Vox and Alastor before settling on Vox with disgust evident in his expression.

"How dare this lowly sinner step into my hotel and try to steal what rightfully belongs to me?" Lucifer's voice was low yet carried the weight of a thousand storms. "He will make his claim today so no other sinner thinks they can take from me."

Vox's smug grin faltered as he turned to face Lucifer, trying to maintain his bravado even as fear crept into his expression. "You dare to touch what’s mine, Vox?" Lucifer's voice was laced with power and authority. "You forget whose domain you’re in."

Vox sneered, though his confidence wavered under the intensity of Lucifer's glare. "I don’t see your name on him, Lucifer. As far as I know, he’s still fair game."

With a flick of his wrist, Lucifer hurled Vox across the room with a powerful force. The sound of the impact echoed through the room as Vox crashed into the wall and crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain. Without sparing him a second glance, Lucifer kneeled before Alastor. His voice was firm yet gentle as he addressed Alastor.

"Alastor," he commanded, "open your eyes. That is an order from your king." Alastor hesitated, feeling a sense of vulnerability as he complied. His unseeing eyes met Lucifer's blazing gaze. After studying him tensely, Lucifer spoke again in a smooth, almost seductive tone. "Let us strike a deal, Alastor," he purred. "I know Vox has made you an offer, but mine will be different." Alastor swallowed hard, uncertainty swirling in his mind. "And if I refuse?" A slow, dangerous smile spread across Lucifer's face. "You won't," he stated confidently. "In exchange for your unwavering loyalty, I will ensure that your blindness remains a secret to all. Your shadows will remain yours to command, and if anyone dares to come after you again—be it Vox or anyone else—I will personally see to their demise."

The weight of the promise hung heavy in the air between them as Alastor trembled with trepidation. He knew there was no turning back now; his fate was sealed, and it rested in the hands of the King.

Alastor’s heart pounded in his chest as he considered his options. "What is it that you desire from me?" His voice quivered, barely above a whisper. "I want your unwavering loyalty, Alastor," Lucifer declared, his voice low and commanding. "I want you by my side always, as my wife. In every sense of the word. You will serve me and only me; you will never lay with another but me. And most importantly, you will bear me many heirs. You will be the mother to Charlie. What I’m saying is you will be my queen." He leaned closer, his golden eyes blazing. "All I want is your eternal devotion and obedience. And in return, I will use my powers to ensure that your shadows never leave you again and your magic remains intact." He paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I cannot restore your sight, but I can make sure that no one ever threatens you with your blindness again."

Alastor's hands trembled as the weight of Lucifer's offer settled heavily on his chest. The thought of being owned, of bending to anyone's will, made his blood boil. But then again, Lucifer's offer was irresistible. The idea of his shadows and magic never disappearing again, of being free from threats that could expose his blindness—it was too tempting to resist. His heart pounded in his chest, torn between self-preservation and the creeping dread of losing his independence. "Prove it," Alastor finally said, his voice low but firm. "Bring my shadows back along with my magic."

Lucifer’s smile widened, his golden eyes gleaming with triumph. With a sharp snap of his fingers, the darkness around Alastor shifted and flowed back into him. His shadows returned, swirling protectively around his form like a blanket, cocooning him in a familiar, comforting embrace. Alastor blinked as his magic returned to him. The illusion of sight was restored, but everything appeared slightly distorted. Colors bled together like an unfinished painting, and the edges of his vision were blurred. He reached out, brushing his fingers over Lucifer’s face. Amidst the chaos of his senses, Alastor could sense Lucifer's expression through his magic. Lucifer’s wore a broad grin, and his eyes blazed with golden light, radiating power and control. A sense of relief washed over Alastor, knowing that he had regained his shadows and magic once more. But there was also a hint of apprehension, knowing that if he took Lucifer’s deal, he would be under the king’s control.

Lucifer held out Vox's remote, taunting the powerless device in front of Alastor. "Go ahead," he purred, his voice smooth and coaxing, like a snake tempting its prey. "Press it." Alastor's hand trembled with excitement as he reached for the remote, his fingers curling tightly around it. With a quick press of the button, he waited for his shadows to disappear, but nothing happened. His shadows remained undisturbed by the useless device in his hand. Despite his best efforts to maintain a calm facade, a surge of emotion roiled within him, threatening to break through the mask of composure on his face.

“I don’t want your pity,” Alastor whispered, his voice barely audible. Vulnerability was not something he often revealed, and the sting of it made him bristle. Lucifer’s gaze softened, though his stance remained commanding. “I have never pitied you, Alastor. Not once.” His tone was firm, but there was a certain tenderness in his words that sent a chill down Alastor’s spine. The flicker of empathy in Lucifer’s golden eyes made Alastor feel exposed and strangely protected all at once. “You’ve survived this long in Hell, becoming blind. That earns you respect, not pity.” Alastor’s throat tightened, emotions he couldn’t name rising within him. He nodded, unable to argue against the truth in Lucifer’s words. But there was more to this arrangement than just respect. "And you expect loyalty from me?" Alastor asked quietly. Lucifer’s smile deepened, satisfied by the question. “Loyalty, yes,” he replied, his golden eyes flickering like embers. “But more than just loyalty. I expect you to stay by my side, never leaving me.” Alastor hesitated before responding, his voice steady but laced with intent. “You said I am never to sleep with another, but I want the same from you. If you demand fidelity, then you must offer it in return.” Lucifer’s grin didn’t falter. In fact, it seemed to grow wider, his amusement evident. “I promise you, Alastor, I will never cheat on you. You will be my only partner. There will be no one else.”

A heavy breath escaped Alastor's lips, his chest rising and falling with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The offer before him was both alluring and terrifying—a small comfort that surrounded him. "You said you wanted heirs," he managed to say, his voice laced with incredulity. "But how? I am nothing but a sinner and a male sire. Such things are not possible for someone like me." Lucifer's hand reached out, gently taking hold of Alastor's trembling fingers in his own. The contact was surprisingly tender for one who held such immense power. "I can make it happen." Lucifer spoke softly, his words smooth like silk. "Our blood will mix, and I will cast a spell to brand your stomach with my magic. You will bear many children for me, Alastor. Trust me." Alastor's mind whirled at the implications of what Lucifer was proposing. It was beyond anything he had ever imagined, but he accepted it with an uneasy resolve. His fingers twitched in Lucifer's grip as he spoke once more, cautious in his tone. "Can we... stop at one son, sire?" He trod carefully as though walking on thin ice. Lucifer's grin widened, though his hand shifted to cup Alastor's cheek with surprising warmth and tenderness. "Oh no, my dear bellhop," Lucifer murmured, his thumb brushing over Alastor's skin delicately. "I missed my chance at being a father with Charlie as Lilith took her from me without giving me a chance to raise her. Lilith wanted Charlie to hate me, but now? Because of this deal, you cannot take my children from me. I can finally be a father without the constant threat of losing them." A flicker of emotion passed through Lucifer's eyes, something akin to longing before his mischievous glint returned. "And my dear bellhop, that is one thing I do cherish—being a father." Alastor's muscles tensed at the realization of what he had agreed to. "Sire... may I take breaks between them?" His voice wavered with uncertainty. Lucifer paused, surprise flickering in his eyes before his expression softened. "I wasn't planning on having them back to back, Alastor," he reassured, his tone almost considerate. "I was thinking more along the lines of every twenty to thirty years. But if that feels too close, we can wait fifty years between each child." A mischievous gleam sparked in his eyes once more. "Unless," he added teasingly, "you decide you are ready sooner." Alastor's mind raced as he weighed the risks and consequences of this deal. But ultimately, he forced himself to nod in agreement. "That... sounds reasonable," he managed to say, steadying his voice despite the pounding of his heart. He knew he was walking a dangerous line, but there was no turning back now. "Deal." As the words left his lips, golden and green magic swirled around them, sealing their pact with an irrevocable bond. The air crackled with energy, a binding force that wrapped around Alastor's very soul. He couldn't help but feel both excitement and trepidation at this new future that lay ahead. Lucifer's grin remained predatory but proud as he declared triumphantly, "It is done. You are mine, Alastor. And I am yours." Alastor's heart raced as he realized the gravity of what he had just agreed to—his fate now intertwined with the King. He couldn't tell if he had gained security or signed away his freedom.

From across the room, Vox cowered in fear as his body trembled uncontrollably. His voice rose to a pleading scream, begging for mercy from Lucifer, who stood tall and unyielding. As Lucifer slowly made his way over to Vox, the air around them seemed to crackle with tension and danger. With each step, Lucifer's eyes flashed with a warning, like a predator closing in on its prey. When he finally reached Vox, he kicked him with a powerful force that made him hit the wall and land on his back. Lucifer walked over to Vox, placing his foot on his chest, pinning him down. Vox shook beneath him, his fear overwhelming.

Lucifer's voice was a low, menacing growl, dripping with malice and ice. He towered over Vox, his true form now revealed in all its terrifying glory. His once human-like appearance twisted and contorted into something sinister. His wings unfurled with a deafening rustle, their shadows casting the room in an eerie darkness. The air seemed to vibrate with his power, causing objects to rattle and shake on their own. "You said I had no claim on my bellhop." Lucifer spoke again, his voice deepening and reverberating through the room like thunder. "But now, my claim is on him." His words were laced with a deadly promise that Vox knew he could not defy. As Lucifer's words sank in, Vox felt fear grip his heart. He knew he had crossed a powerful being and there would be consequences. "You will forget Alastor," Lucifer commanded, his voice booming and commanding obedience from Vox. "You will destroy everything you have on him." The king's words rang with finality as he made sure Vox understood the consequences of his actions. And if I ever see you near him again, I will end you." His threat hung heavy in the air as Vox scrambled to his feet in a panic. Without another word, he fled from the hotel, fearing for his life under the wrath of the devil himself.

Lucifer twirled on his heels with a bright, mischievous grin, the sound of his whistle filling the air as he beamed at Alastor. "Now, Alastor," he called out, his voice filled with unrestrained joy, "do you want an apple martini with me? This is such a joyful day, after all. You're getting yourself such a sexy husband!" Alastor couldn’t help but snort at the dramatics, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you only do this because Vox was trying to steal from you?” Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with amusement as his voice dropped to a playful whisper. “You’ll never know, would you?” He flashed a grin. “Or maybe, just maybe, I could honestly like you, Bellhop.” His tone turned sing-song as he added, “Now, apple martini or what?” Alastor sighed. “I’ll take a whisky, sire.” With a gleeful skip, Lucifer made his way to the bar, snapping his fingers to clean up the glass on the floor. “Blahhh, whisky’s nasty, but whatever floats your boat,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose. As he prepared his own apple martini, he asked in a casual tone, “So, Alastor... how long have you been blind?” Alastor chuckled under his breath, a low, almost mocking sound. “You’ll never know, would you?” Lucifer laughed along, shrugging it off. “Fine, fine,” he said, amusement still thick in his voice. “Doesn’t matter anyway. But wow... you even fooled me.” He grabbed both their drinks and returned to Alastor, handing over the whisky before sitting down beside him. Alastor took the glass from Lucifer's hand, their fingers brushing slightly, and for a brief moment, there was a stillness between them. Lucifer raised his glass into the air with a flourish. “To our marriage, Bellhop.” Alastor snorted once more. “I don’t think that nickname suits me anymore, given that I’m your... queen.” He practically spat the word, his sarcasm clear as day. Lucifer burst into laughter, eyes crinkling with delight. “Nope! You’ll always be that asshole bellhop I first saw trying to take my daughter from me.” He chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “You’re stuck with that nickname, unless, of course, you’d prefer I call you Bambi.” Alastor’s glare was sharp, his lips twisting in a grimace. “I’ll take Bellhop,” he replied flatly.

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