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Maybe that will teach the king a thing or two about starting a petty fight he's grossly unprepared for. )
( Oh. Did he hit a nerve? A shame. He didn't even get to wave goodbye.
Just like any other human soul in hell, there โwereโ some things Alastor held dear, even if he hid it better than most.
If anyone were to ask, he'd say he was simply retaliating in kind.
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Not as poorly as your marriage.
Or what's left of your relationship with your daughter.
Oh, but you don't really have to, do you?
You can always go back to the funny little circus you came from and wait another few hundred years.
What's that? Emergency food? ๐
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( He casually shrugs. )
Can't argue with that. I'll leave it to the expert.
Of course, his majesty would know โeverythingโ about feeling alive.
Still alive?
That's a much shorter time than the last, your majesty.
A new record!
Like the loveliest pairs of eyes encased in a shiny little jar.
Before Lucifer can protest, Alastor continues,
"...But it's still a nice idea, isn't it? Struggling reminds you that you're still capable of wanting things."
He ignores Lucifer's pitiful attempt to reassert himself.
"Blah, blah, blah." He mutters half-heartedly. "Sounds to me like you want to struggle for some shallow sense of accomplishment, or whatever nonsense you've convinced yourself makes your own existence meaningful."
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Alastor knows that there's power behind effort. There's power in working hard toward a certain goal. When everything is possible, nothing is impressive.
Humans only have one chance to succeed at anything, and it's ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต limitation that makes success so loud. To earn victory is to deserve it.
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playing make-believe about struggling to learn things the slow way.
It reminds him of what life was like above, for people who were like Lucifer, and people like himself.
And yet...
He understands the impulse more than he'd like to admit.
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After all, what's the point of struggling if Lucifer had a guaranteed outcome? Why choose to fail when failure was optional?
Lucifer keeps going, and to Alastor's ears, the words are tumbling out faster. He rambles about time, about humans,
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This entity has power more ancient than time itself. But he wants to create without magic. He wants to choose limits where absolutely none exist.
It's an interesting concept, Alastor will not lie. But he had always assumed omnipotence --- ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต --- dulled the need to try.
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Still, Alastor stays quiet. Surprisingly enough, he just listens to the King ramble. He just watches as Lucifer's magic flares and vanishes, engraves into his mind how easily it comes to him.
When Lucifer starts talking about pencils, Alastor's brow ticks up despite himself.
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Somewhere along the way, Alastor almost tunes him out.
Lucifer talks too much when he's nervous. He tends to fill the silence with noise, unfunny jokes, and --- for ๐พ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ'๐จ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ --- excessive hand gestures as a way to self-soothe. His tells couldn't be any more obvious.
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( He can't help but roll his eyes. For all of Lucifer's bravado, his obvious insecurity is almost laughable. The sin of โโ๐๐ป๐ผ, and ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด is what it looks like.
If Alastor were someone else, he might find it endearing. But as it stands, he's in ๐ฃ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ to indulge the King's frailties.
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Iโ Huh? What?
( Was that a compliment? It sounded backhandedโฆ but he didnโt exactly sense any mockery. )
โฆ You really think they are beautiful? Truly?
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Alastor hums in mild amusement.
He's well aware of this little demon's role in Vox's defeat, but one can never be too careless.
"Are you not his employee?"
His voice is light and airy in a way that makes him sound welcoming. However, his gaze betrays no warmth.
"Do you plan to go alone?"
Short and simple.
"Because if you are, that might be your worst idea yet."
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Let them believe what they want to believe. He will not ---๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ--- allow such a ridiculous notion to take root in his mind.
"Our dear princess worked ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ all on her own to get to this point. I cannot possibly take the credit."
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He took risks. He willingly walked into his own, personal hell, but it was ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
Alastor straightens and brushes his coat, letting his grin grow wide. Beneath the surface, the radio hums its endless, impartial tune.
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Alastor laughs.
The sound comes easily, sharp and perfectly practiced. It comes out before he can even think about it.
"Charlie's happiness is the result of her own efforts."
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