to hell and back.

A/N: excuse the pic lol just me over here hardcore shipping Alastor and Lucifer hahahaha

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I'm sitting down against the floor, my knees drawn up to my chest. Vaggie is lying on the carpet beside me, out cold. Her skin is ashen and her face is a picture of peace. I tried waking her up earlier by yelling at her and roughly shaking her shoulders, but to no avail. Her heart is beating, though, and her chest is rising and falling ever so gently with each breath, so I know that she isn't dead.

I gave up trying to beat Alastor. He is literally unbeatable. Everyone was right, he is an all-powerful demon. A true spawn from hell.

Even through I shot him multiple times, he is recovering from the attack I threw at him, and quickly at that. I'm watching his movements carefully, and Lilith is too, her glare so intense that I'm sure that it could melt metal.

"Well," Alastor says, abruptly ending the silence. He stands up and adjusts his bow tie-which is still covered in blood. The bullet holes my gun formed in his body have sealed up, leaving nothing in their place.

He directs his words at Lilith as he speaks, stepping away from her husband's body-which is still on the ground, mangled-as he continues, "I suppose I should take care of Lucifer here and get out of your hair. I won't be long."

He is back to his regular form. His eyes are plain and red again, the radio dials vanished, and his antlers have mostly shrunk down into his skull. The only difference still apparent on him is his suit coat, which has been tattered to shreds, and of course, there's the blood.

I'm beginning to believe that Alastor has won. Lucifer hasn't moved once since being stabbed, his eyes pale and blank, staring up at the ceiling. His top hat has tumbled away from his head and is now lying some distance away on the carpet. I'm not sure if Lucier is alive or not, but if he is, he had better recover quickly or he will be dead in a few minutes.

I fear what this means for me. What this means for him. Is he going to force me to... to be his queen? Or maybe I'll want to be his queen? Eh, fat chance.

Not only am I worried about my future, but also about what Alastor will do with hell. He can't be doing all of this for nothing-he must have a reason to be taking over hell. Back in Lucifer's office, he said something about revenge... revenge on who? Why? How?

As much as my mind is plagued with riddles, I have no way to get answers. Alastor is giving me the impression that he wants to get this over and done with as soon as possible, so I'm sure he won't want to stop to answer my nagging questions. Lucifer is... immobile... so he can't fix my confusion. I could question Charlie, but I'm sure she's just as stumped as me, and Lilith is out of the question.

I'm scared. Honest to God, terrified of what's going to happen to me, to Vaggie, to everyone. Alastor will take Lucifer's place as ruler of hell and will make the city his kingdom, becoming the all-powerful ruler everyone feared he would become. He will rein everyone in under his control, and will let it be clearly know of the unhinged, criminal, raw power he has over them. He will get what he's always wanted: to have absolute sovereignty over hell.

How is that going to turn out?

But then something happens that interrupts my thoughts and lets a small spark of hope flicker to life inside of me. Not for the first time today, I am stunned.

Lucifer is getting up. Slowly, at first, his elbows pressing against the ground in an effort to heave himself into a sitting position. Then, once upright, his wings give a little shiver, and he blinks, as if he is a machine awakening after being reset.