Lucifer~ [RADIOAPPLE]

Lucifer knew that he was being stupid. After all, the stupid deer was probably doing his own thing in cannibal town or something, and Charlie was more important than that bellhop. Still, he couldn't control the way he occasionally glanced around for him. The way his wings begged to stretch out and lead him to the fiery skies. For more context, the King found himself more... interested in Alastor. How? Hell if he knew, but it made Charlie happy when they got along with each other. That's all that mattered, right? That's what he wanted to think. Unfortunately, the sinner's cold presence wormed into his heart like a disgusting bug would do to an apple. He hated it, and he didn't know how he let it happen. Perhaps it was how Alastor held himself that somehow reminded the Monarch of Lilith. The way he spoke with such confidence and nonchalance, like he was above Hell's petty chaos and sufferable weather. It was all enough to question what he had with Lilith. Was it still true love? Did she still love him from her great distance away? Or was he left to rot for all eternity like his fall had promised? Was he ever going to see her again, or was he doomed to be a sad, immortal being in the midst of the useless slop that he used to call his dream up in the clouds? He couldn't help but overthink it even as he asked the occasional staff member that passed him where Alastor might've pranced off to. Ok, so MAYBE this was a little bit for his own sake. But he swore to himself that if he had the ability to, he would make this radio fucktard of a being burn like a candy wrapper in a campfire once he saw him again. His first priority was CHARLIE. Not his own need to be assured that the person he had started to love- wait no- LIKE was still okay and happy enough to oblige in conversation with him. His pulse seemed to quicken each time he got a shrug or a shaking head in response. He should've expected that. The Radio Demon wasn't exactly known for having strong connections. Still, he NEEDED this jester of a man HERE. Not at who-knows-where eating toes while doing... whatever overlords like him do on their free time. Before he could stop himself, he teleported back to his rubber-duck-filled room before marching to the balcony. His wings spread behind him, his horns branched from his skull, and he scanned Pentagram City a couple times from the height he was at before taking off. What the hell am I doing these days... He thought to himself with a sigh, I should be catching up on sleep and repolishing my ducks, not looking for this stupid asshole of a sinner. The word 'sinner' left a bad taste in his mouth, even if he didn't say it aloud. His hands kept the large, white hat over his head as he flew at terrific speeds. Before he knew it he had already landed outside the main building of cannibal town, wiping imaginary dust off his suit with an air of nonchalance. He had been around Alastor to know that this was a common place for the smiling bastard to be. "Hey... Red Guy!" He called out awkwardly as he stepped inside, passing groups of surprised cannibals without a care in the world. "Charlie needs you for uhh... something. Sadly." That was a lie. To all the other rings if he cared though. His own mental health was more important than all the souls in that damned building COMBINED... even if it was already worse off than the average hell-carpet. Maybe he had separation anxiety stemming from his complicated relationship with Lilith, and MAYBE his heart and mind were racing simultaneously because it was hard to navigate the gory place filled with rotting sinner flesh, but that wasn't his fault! He didn't know sinners could be this... vile, OKAY? With a long-suffering sigh, he entered the backroom of the large building to find Alastor nibbling on a suspiciously fresh batch of fingers. The sight made him grimace, but his mind subconsciously filed that away for later. Maybe that would be a future gift, if the deer was lucky. "C'mon, chop-chop. The hotel is waiting on you, and I am not one to disappoint my daughter because of your... odd needs." Despite his tired tone, there was a hint of relief and amusement in his eyes. Thank goodness this man was okay...