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Now see, Alastor is a man of discipline. He prided himself in his self control the most.
His mother raised him to never disrespect anyone— especially women. Her discipline is the reason he's made it this far.
He wasn't a rabid dog burning with lust at every blinking moment, he wasn't someone to drool over a woman or even let his eyes stray too long.
Alright maybe it's because he wasn't interested.
But the point still stands.
He was better than other men.
But there are times— ones he would rather not recall— where his eyes would land in the wrong area for an inappropriate amount of time.
He'd gotten enough purses hit him to learn his mistake. And an arm from Rosie once, but that is besides the point.
Alastor of course still apologized (if he got caught) and turned away (if he caught himself). It all turns out fine for him in the end.
He was a respectful man so it was easy for him to get away with it. (Honestly it was probably because they were interested in him if anything.)
Yes, Alastor is a respectful, charming man. Something the men these days cannot be. He was just simply above them all.
That is… until a certain individual appeared. Waltzing into his life like she owned it.
Lucifer Morningstar, the once favored light of heaven. The most beautiful angel, God's pride… The queen of the damned, The mother of sin.
She walked through those hotel doors, and Alastor's breath was taken away at the first glance. Lord, not a single verse in the holy scriptures came close to describing the utter divine beauty she exude.
Not the sculptures nor portraits he'd seen could capture the true divinity of her eternal beauty— not even the lens of the camera can seize what the eye can see.
Alastor liked to think he knew what beauty was, he saw beauty in a lot of things really; nature, a smile, death, blood against silver. his mother.
And this woman was the very living being of temptation. Every inch of her called for attention just like her theatrical performances. Calling for every eye in the room to stay on her and only on her.
He couldn't help but stare intently, as if memorizing every piece of her— as if telling him that she was something to gaze at and yearn for but never win over.
Lucifer knew how to make lowly beings like him stare—she wanted them to stare. And she succeeds. Every, damn, time.
Her dresses are… modest, by hell's standards at least.
But Alastor doesn't care for hell's standards. The dresses always hugged her body tight, not leaving a single inch of her body for the imagination. Never has he seen her in something actually modest.
And no, he isn't shaming her. He doesn't do such things like that, no, he's not that type of man. He's just— Back in his day, women dressed properly!
Honestly what did Alastor expect, she is the devil. Why wouldn't she wear clothing like that.
It's not his fault. It really isn't.
He tried to steer his eyes away from landing on somewhere it shouldn’t, but whenever Lucifer talks to him she would just— it’s not his fault, he’ll end up staring somewhere he's not supposed because of how short she is.
It also doesn't help that the minx keeps trying to tease him!
The tight corsets push her chest up almost erotically, they look like they're gonna spill from the dress itself. Alastor feels tempted to drape his coat on her to cover up that dangerous cleavage.
There are so many perverted sinners around and she's feeding into their fantasies parading around like that!
The worst part of it all… she acts like she doesn't know what she's doing.
It's driving him insane.
He's not supposed to feel like this. Alastor is a man of self control. This— this defies every sense!
But the allure is too strong even for him to handle.
He keeps staring even after catching himself and running away when he gets caught in the act instead of apologizing.
His mind is fully invaded with the picture of her curves, the swell of her chest, the way they bounce when she gets all excited — No. He of all people shouldn't think like this. She must've cursed him!
Yes, that must be it!
…But… just how soft would they be?— QUIET.
This is outrageous. Utterly Outrageous!!
Alastor need this to stop. He's gonna confront this witch and force her to remove whatever spell she put him under!
He will go to into her room — he hadn't decided if her wants to shadow travel or barge in yet — corner her, and lay out her dirty secret right there so she will have no choice but to listen to him, lest he announce it all to pride that she cursed everyone to behave like thirsty dogs for her.
A solid plan!
Good job, Alastor. He patted himself on the back at the genius plan.
So! He set off marching to the queens door, sat across from his own in their shared hallway at the top floor. His strode long, heavy steps. Ignoring the pointed look his shadow gave him (was that disappointment? Preposterous!!) and the nervousness.
He has no reason to be nervous. Worst case scenario? The queen would smite him, and that is not possible because Charlie would be fuming at her mother and Lucifer would hate seeing Charlie's anger pointed at her.
Well, no matter, he already reached the door. And as per his plan, he used his strength to force the door open, the lock giving up and letting the door slam open. (Alright maybe he should've used his shadows to travel.)
"Your majesty! I have come to confront you abou—" Alastor froze when he took a good look at the scene in front of him. Oh Lord.
Lucifer stilled as she saw the tall demon barge in, her robe half falling. Fully exposing the top part of her body.
Alastor's eyes darted between her face and her… chest. Face slowly flushing red it matched his hair, Lucifer could swear he was gonna get a nosebleed from it.
And she should be embarrassed too, screaming and yelling at him to get out. But… this is just too funny. She'll humor him.
She pulled the robe up and tied it, covering her body again. She turned to look at him, hands on her hips.
And oh Alastor wanted to run.
Run far away, let the ground open and eat him whole. But he's rooted in place, whether it's because his own shadow is betraying him or her Majesty is keeping him here.
His eyes can't leave the slight opening of her robe. The slight bounce when she turned around to face him. Good god.
Lucifer almost laughed at the expression on his face, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't do— which he just did actually. Only ill mannered people barge into other people's rooms without knocking!
"So?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared him down. "What brings you to my door, mister?"
Alastor gulped, Adams apple bobbing as he gathered the courage to speak.
Lucifer waited for a minute before he finally opened his mouth, "I-" he cleared his throat again, fixing his composure and appearing more confident (it was still buried deep into the ground but no one has to know that..) "I've come here to confront you about what you've done!"
Lucifer arched an eyebrow at him, "What I've done?" she narrowed her eyes at him, "What did i do?"
"You know what you did!" Alastor snapped, eyes spinning into dials. "You placed a spell on everyone!" He strode forward with heavy steps. "You cursed everyone to be allured by you, making everyone at your beck and call!" He stopped in front of her, breathing heavy with fury and his eye twitching.
The queen blinked, unafraid of the growling sinner in front of her. She processed his words carefully.
Alastor took a breath trying to calm himself down. Deep breaths, regain control— his eyes locked down to her cleavage. Heaving softly as the angel breathes.
He chokes and stumbles backwards. Red face as a tomato.
Lucifer snickered at the sight of the proud radio demon sputtering and stumbling around like a gentleman who saw a woman's ankles for the first time.
Ah, I see what it is~
"What? And you want me to lift the so-called curse I put you under?" She teased him, taking a confident step towards the sinner.
"YES!!" He yelled (squeaked) out. Ears pinned back as he shook with utter embarrassment.
The queen's grin widened slightly watching the poor demon flustered beyond belief. It was… adorable really. He's trying so hard to keep his gaze from wandering off.
It's flattering honestly.
"But why would I do that, hmm? You seem to enjoy looking so much." She cooed teasingly, leaning closer to him. Her breasts almost pressing against his own chest.
This is dangerous, The right side of his mind told him, trying it’s hardest to regain the control (he never had) of the situation.
While the other, much more irrational and stupid side of him, striked forward with one simple thought.
And Alastor should really listen to the right brain. He really should.
He is a man of discipline, self control is his strongest trait. He is not
Suddenly, he finds himself throwing himself down into those soft, pillowy mounds he dreamt of for months.
His face smothered right into the skin, fitting perfectly as if his face was made to stay there.
And then everything is right in his world.
No curses, no hotels, no deals, and no stupid overlords to worry about.
His entire body relaxes, melting into the warmth. All rational thoughts thrown out the window and he nuzzles deeper when she tries to move.
He doesn't even notice that she moved the both of them on the bed.
It's like she knew this would happen, and judging by the sigh she let out, she definitely knew this would happen.
The damn woman and her tricks.
Alastor grumbled, whatever he's saying is muffled by the skin. Her smooth fingers find their way through his hair, playing with his ears. His hidden tail wags, and thank God it's hidden.
"Whatever you say, buddy." She sighed, almost fondly—at least he thinks its a fond tone, he hopes it is…
That is one thought he has to decipher. But that's for later Alastor, the Alastor who will probably regret this later.
All that is now important is this.
And no, this doesn't make him as pathetic as any other man around.
This… This is a very calculated move he had thought of, trapping the queen so she gets tired of him and—
She rubs a certain spot near his ears and he nearly let's himself let out an embarrassing noise.
Lucifer snorts and continues running those damn fingers through his hair, "you're really adorable actually."
No, he is not! Alastor huffs and doesn't say anything.
He may be better than most men. Self-controlled and not easily swayed by temptation.
But he is just a sinner like the rest.
And you know what, maybe that's not as bad as he thought.