Alastor was sitting in his office, it had been weeks since the fight, and all he had done was hide away. Day by day the pain would increase, but he did not care, he refused to seek help, because he knew he only needed himself.

”Fuck..” he thought. His wound hadn’t healed, and he knew the only way to heal was through Lucifer..the king of hell, and worse of all, someone he looks down upon. Lucifer was short yes, but Alastor saw himself as more powerful as the king himself.

His breathing was always short, and he would always excuse himself to leave early. Lucifer was always the curious type, and since he was the king of hell, he felt it was necessary for him to know. "What is he doing to make him leave all the time." Luci thought.

One day, before Alastor had left the group, Lucifer excused himself, and left to hide away in Al's tower. All he could think about was what Alastor was doing in here, for the hours he was parted from the group. Lucifer hid under the desk and waited, nervous, but at the same time excited to see what he can catch under that overlord that he sought stupid.

Alastor soon came into the tower, limping once the door was closed, his once pride smile became a quivery one, and his breathing unsteady. He lowered himself into his chair, stripping his jacket from his body, and revealed the giant cut that was played across his chest/abdomen. Lucifer saw this and covered his mouth, sympathy filled his head, and all he wanted to do was help the deer, because thats all he saw...and that got to the best of him.

Lucifer got up from the desk making more noise then he should have, causing Alastor to snap his neck at the cause, and wince in pain because of the body movement. "How the fuck did you get in here Lucifer." His ears went back, and he scooted his chair away from the walking king.

Lucifers hand started to glow, and one of Alastor's tendrils in the last moment, wrapped around Lucifers wrist, and through him out of the room, leaving Alastor in a panic.