Let The Radio Play《 Alastor x Reader 》

《 Alastor's POV 》

Sipping the Sazerac.

Lucifer throws back the second martini.

I had seen Charlotte's little redemption diddy on the picture show. A happy hotel for the wretched. The breadth of compassion she holds for the denizens of hell is so pathetic. An unfortunate side effect given her parents' lineage. What is interesting though... is why this little venture of hers has Lucifer so desperately defeated.

What changed...

The coming extermination? Noooo, that doesn't seem right! Think!

I rack my brain, calculating. The only two things that truly matter to this lazy archangel is his family. Someone must have---

"You spoke to Vox." I speak, calmly. Collected. Every word righteous in its vindication from my lips.

"No."

What?

"Ha ha ha! Telling lies now?"

"I haven't addressed him yet. Though.. I will. This took precedence." Lucifer answers coolly. His fingers fiddling with the third martini glass, caressing it. I swivel my head, observing him. Testing his resolve in his answer. His eyes don't reach mine, busied with the glass in front of him.

A stand off.

"I wonder, old friend. What stops you then from eliminating this problem yourself?" I begin, a sweet and mocking tone. I laugh, a soft, low, chuckle. I raise my free hand, palm facing the ceiling and point my index finger at Lucifer. I start again, ready to extend the torturous questioning.

He cuts me off.

"Alastor. Balance is crucial." His head snaps to the side, leaning into it as the words spill from his mouth, agape. He snaps his jaw shut, baring his pearly white daggered teeth, snarling, at the tip of my index finger. Instinctively, I pull my head up and away.

"I won't ask again."

Y/N reemerges from the crowd, bouncy steps that make her hair sway from side to side. Lucifer retreats to an upright position and gazes up at her.

I groan internally at the impending distraction.

"Mr. Radio Demon. Mr. Lion. How's it going over here? Need anything?" She stops in front of our table. Her voice is playful and sweet. In fact, her eyes are the same. Bright globes, full of warmth. I adjust myself in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Why yes, y/n! Your timing is impeccable." Lucifer shoots a glare at me before quickly focusing back on y/n. "It seems my drinks are all finding holes in themselves."

He gestures to the table full of empty glasses apart from the one remaining martini and the whiskeys nearest me. He picks up the lone martini, downing it, and places the glass with the others. "I seem to have an unquenchable thirst this evening..."

His eyes never leave hers. Not even while he drowns the martini. My sudden discomfort growing, then erupting at the sound of y/n... giggling.

Y/n scrunched her nose, her cheeks a soft red hue. She raises one hand, her knuckles resting just under her chin. The other affixes to her hip and with it she leans to it, propping her weight onto that side. Her hand under her chin moves, slowly, her index finger sliding up to tap her lips. She cocks one eyebrow, hand moving again to the side, palm flat hovering in the air. She leans forward, over the table.

"Then what do you suggest we do about that?"

Her words are delivered in a low, sultry tone. Its enough for Lucifer to feast on.