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After the battle at the Hotel Lucifer calls on the Overlords for a meeting.
Lucifer sits at the head of the table like he is sitting upon a throne. Alastor had overheard residents whisper about the king’s full form witnessed when he defeated Adam. People had called it monstrous, a harbinger of death, and the true form of the Devil. But the demon had not realized how horrifyingly beautiful it was.
“We can defend ourselves.” Lucifer’s grin stretches further and Alastor thinks this is how people view his own smile.
It’s so quite a pin could be heard if dropped, the small man looks around the room excitedly.
“We can defend ourselves!” The king howls and spreads his arms out theatrically when no one says anything.
A story of a darker Lucifer, Holy War, betrayal, political marriage, slow burn and Alastor trying his best to navigate it all!
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11 Feb 2026
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With the reveal that He’ll has a way to fight back, Lucifer declares war against Heaven and asks the Overlords to join him. Alastor, at the king’s side, rises from hotel liaison to advisor to consort and general.
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“Are we celebrating something? I must say, the invitation was quite spontaneous! Not that I mind, of course. It’s always pleasant to spend a lovely evening in the company of a dear friend, isn’t it?”
Vox stiffened, and his first instinct was to blurt out, 'You don’t know what day it is?' Because seriously—he had been under the impression that Alastor accepting his dinner invite for Valentine’s Day already meant something.
Alastor sat down with his usual effortless grace. “Well, whatever the reason, I certainly appreciate the effort! It’s been ages since I’ve received such a delightfully personal invitation for dinner from you.”
Vox stared at him. Then, at the table. Then back at him.
This had to be a joke.
Alastor met his gaze, still smiling, still wholly unfazed.
It was not a joke.
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Or — Vox had spent days preparing the perfect Valentine's Dinner Date for Alastor and him, planning to confess his feelings, but everything seems to go wrong, and Alastor is not catching any romantic hint he's throwing his way. When Valentino decides to get involved, playing the jealous ex and sabotaging their date, everything seems ruined.
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Bookmarked by DeerShifter
22 Feb 2026
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Another story when Alastor thinks they are already together and is messing with his “boyfriend.”
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A collection of fics focusing on Vox and Alastor’s early relationship, starting in the 60s
You can honestly read them as stand-alones, but they are in the same timeline, so do what feels the best :3 also in same universe as my other fics, so feel free to check them out if you like these!
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22 Feb 2026
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“He had planned this particular pitch for over two months, and had finally perfected it. This was probably the most important, and risky, proposal he had ever done. Trying to get the Radio Demon to be his boyfriend. He would have to present his heart on a silver platter, to a cannibal, and hope it didn’t get torn to pieces. Well, go big or go home.”
A rewrite of Vox and Alastor’s backstory where Vox makes a very different kind of offer, and where they actually try to communicate
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- Part 1 of Everybody loves somebody
Bookmarked by DeerShifter
22 Feb 2026
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“What are we?”
“What we are?”
“Yeah. To you.” Alastor looked like he was at a loss for words, which was unnerving. After a minute he answered.
“Demons?” If Vox had a nose he would pinch it. He settled on sighing instead.
“No, I mean, what would you say we are to each other?” Alastor brightened, finally understanding.
“Oh! Partners.” Partners was a very fucking vague term.
“Okay, but what kind of partners?” Alastor furrowed his brows.
“Romantic ones? Vox, I’m a bit confused here.” Dread. Cold dread filled him as he realized what was going on, but he couldn’t allow himself to believe it. How the fuck could that be possible?
“What?” He croaked.
”That’s what we are, no? For the last year.” The last year?! The idea that he and Alastor had been together for a year made him panic, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
”No we’re not.” Alastor winced and Vox realized he fucked up, big. He could see in real time the walls in shape of a strained smile flying up, keeping Vox out. He and his big, idiotic, mouth.
“I see. I must have been mistaken then.” Alastor sounded like he was about to rip out someone’s spine. He probably wanted to, and that someone being Vox. He opened his mouth to explain himself, to say something, but he couldn’t get a word out. Which made it all worse! Alastor’s mask was in full place now, colder than he’d ever seen it. And it was aimed towards him.
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In a version of hell a little bit to the left, a slightly younger Alastor is invited by the Queen to play piano for the royal court. He catches the attention of the King for another reason. Alastor finds himself seduced despite his best efforts.
A continuation of part 9 of my Kinktober series.
Bookmarked by DeerShifter
21 Feb 2026