Alastor was beginning to notice something.

As of late, when he would be around or interact with the oh-so-wonderful king of Hell, Lucifer, he’d felt something new. His stomach would feel slightly tighter, his thoughts not as clear.

Alastor had interpreted this as, ‘I hate you so so much and I should be meaner’.

Alastor was making dinner, letting out little hums, as he heard heels click into the room from behind him. There was a groan of irritation, before he heard Lucifer huff, “Of course it’s you in here.”